Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The furnishings in the Hog's Head were still the same, with dust and stains everywhere. Although Maca didn't care about these things, he still felt that it would be more comfortable to at least clean them up.

Of course, he didn't come here specifically to ask Aberforth to clean the bar tonight.

What are you doing here? For you, there are enough places to go, right? Aberforth said impatiently, throwing the glass in his hand on the bar.

Today is Christmas Eve, everyone can take a break, it's okay for me to have a drink, isn't it? Maca said indifferently.

Have a drink? Huh...really?

Aberforth snorted inexplicably, and then quickly pulled out a long wine bottle from the wine rack behind him, opened the bottle cap, and poured the wine into a big cup .

Judging by the rich foam, it must be some kind of beer. However, Maca saw that the liquor showed a strange gray-brown color.

Drink it! Today's cup is my treat— Aberforth looked at Maca calmly and said, I think you'll finish it, right? Merry Christmas!

As he spoke, he pushed the bundle of weird beer in front of Maca, and then put on a look of being at ease.

Oh...Okay! Maca looked at the pint of beer meaningfully, and couldn't help but nodded, If you think this is fine...

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the wine glass and poured a big gulp into his mouth, his face wrinkled in an instant.

The taste, whether it is bitter or not, or spicy or not, has an unusual and terrifying taste. He felt that he could bear it enough, but this taste was really hard to swallow.

But today, he had to take at least one sip of this glass of wine no matter what.

This... Maca swallowed with difficulty, and then took a deep breath, What kind of wine is this?

'Gump's Old Court Drink,' Aberforth glared at him, the Leaky Cauldron, named after the first Minister for Magic—

This is the wine that rewards 100 Galleons after drinking it? Maca said with a bitter face, No wonder no one has received a bonus since the eighteenth century...this...who can finish it?

There was only one person who could finish it, Aberforth said flatly, and that was Gump himself.

...It's a good thing you didn't say it was you. Maca shook his head and said.

Hmph, will you finish drinking it after I tell you? Aberforth said coldly, Tell me! Boy, why did you come to me tonight?

Maca paused a little when he heard that.

To be honest, right now he doesn't look as calm as usual, and from the perspective of others, he always feels a little inexplicably hesitant.

Although Aberforth is tall and rough, and his speech is often vulgar and vulgar, but his mind is very delicate, and he has a very keen insight into the behavior of others.

Although Maca had only been here a few times, Aberforth had noticed something was wrong with him before.

...Well, Maca shrugged, Didn't you just say that? I'm here for a glass of wine, that's all.

Aberforth frowned, and his big white beard twitched impatiently.

Drink it! He pointed to the cup in front of Maca and said decisively.

Maca glanced at him, but this time he didn't say anything, but sighed softly. Then he grabbed the cup again, Gudu Gudu poured half of the cup down his throat holding his breath.

In the end, he really couldn't drink it anymore, so he had to place the cup heavily on the bar again.

I'm not sure what's going on in your head, and I don't care about that. Aberforth stared straight at Maca again and said, I just want to ask you one thing— —Are you satisfied?

No, I'm not— Don't deny it!

Maca was interrupted by Aberforth.

That's right, I wasn't too sure just now, but from the moment you started to deny it, I have enough reasons to be sure of my conjecture— Aberforth said impatiently, Is that enough? I don't need to worry about a child like you!

Hey, Aberforth... Maca opened his mouth, but really didn't know what to say.

But he didn't say anything, and Aberforth went on.

... Or, do you think you are also responsible for Albus' death? That's why you came here to mess with me on Christmas Eve? The old man glanced at him and said, Don't dream, this is all about me Brother's own responsibility, you have such a good brain - even Albus has praised you from me, can't you see?

Maca was silent for a while, but in the end he could only softly say in a voice that only he could hear: ...No, you don't understand.

For Albus Dumbledore himself, Maca didn't feel any guilt.

As Aberforth said, his brother's death was only his own choice, not to mention that for a real wizard, Dumbledore did not really die.

But Dumbledore's premature death was undoubtedly a change brought about by Maca. He didn't feel sorry for Albus Dumbledore, but that didn't mean he didn't feel sorry for anyone else either.

The death of Albus Dumbledore meant that the Aberforth Dumbledore in front of him became a real person-he no longer had any relatives.

And Maca not only failed to save the matter, but also made it come earlier.

Aberforth is an old man who is enough to make Maca feel good, even if he is rude and unreasonable, and he always treats him badly, the same is true.

The sturdy old wizard was quite different from his brother. He expressed his inner feelings directly in every word, and never concealed his actions.

Therefore, Maca failed to treat Professor Dumbledore as a very close person from the beginning to the end, but he has always been willing to make friends with his younger brother.

But how could Maca say something like the early death of Dumbledore?

He just didn't expect that Aberforth not only had a pretty good memory, but also had an unusually keen insight, so he guessed his thoughts so quickly.

It can only be said that tonight, this Christmas Eve, he was indeed a little too relaxed.

...Albus' death had nothing to do with you, I'm sure of that.

Aberforth took back the cup in front of Maca, opened another bottle of butter beer for him, and said casually, Before he left, he came to my place once...

As he was speaking, he glanced at the inner room casually. In the direction where he could see, there was a magical portrait of a young girl, but it couldn't be seen here.

Maca knew that Professor Dumbledore was probably here to visit his sister with his younger brother.

Dumbledore... I mean, what did your brother tell you? Maca asked.

Didn't say anything, Aberforth said angrily, What would he say? He's been like that since he was a child, he can't say anything... But if he doesn't say it, I can't see it? I always Seeing his appearance, you can tell that the elder brother in his youth is back! My mind is full of unrealistic ideas...

Uh... The younger brother accused the elder brother. It was a family conflict, so Maca could only refuse to comment.

...So I also know that no matter what he died for, it is undoubtedly his own choice. Aberforth said coldly, I don't care if he dies? Anyway, he is old, who cares? well?

Then... Maca said noncommittally, Have you heard about the funeral? Will you go?

Hmph, do you want me to go? Abufu asked pointedly.

When he said that, Maca knew it in his heart—this old man had a clear mind and could hide things in his heart, so it was no wonder that Professor Dumbledore could rest assured that he was lurking here as an eyeliner.

To say that Aberforth is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, in fact, not many people know about it. Especially since the rebuilding of the Order of the Phoenix, Kingsley and Moody were the only ones who negotiated with him.

Even Mundungus, who occasionally made deals with him, didn't know that the bar owner was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Okay! Maca nodded clearly, At that time, some personnel scheduling matters will be handed over to you - I will let Kingsley explain it to you, and you will be responsible together with him .”

Yeah. Aberforth snorted, indicating that he would cooperate.

This operation is actually not as convenient as before, especially on the command side, and more manpower will be needed to make temporary adjustments.

Because the situation this time is not easy to predict, it is difficult to make a series of plans in advance.

Maca warmed up his butter beer, then gulped it down his throat, and drank it upside down in a short while.

Since Aberforth was so calm about his brother's death, it was naturally difficult for him to care about it. Even if you still feel guilty, you can only put it aside and stop thinking about it.

After finishing the drink, Makaha took a breath, stood up and walked outside.

Anyway, be careful, the situation might be a bit chaotic this time. After leaving these words, he pushed open the wooden door of the bar and left.

Aberforth watched the door close, then put away the wine glass, closed the door ahead of time and walked into the inner room.

The Pig's Head pub rarely closes early, but today is Christmas Eve, so there are hardly any customers. Even if someone wanted to go out for a drink and a chat, most of them would go to the Three Broomsticks on the other side of Hogsmeade instead of coming here.

Aberforth sat at the small table in the back room, poured himself some wine, and looked at the portrait on the wall.

Arianna, Merry Christmas.

The calm-faced blond girl in the painting nodded slightly at him, with a faint smile on her lips. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.