Study Days at Hogwarts

   "The store is closing!"

   Abuforth glanced at the wall clock on the side wall, put down the cup towel in his hand, and came out from behind the counter, ready to rush people to close the store.

   "Come on, Abeforth, what time is it?"

  The guests at the last table were obviously unwilling to leave.

"Ten o'clock, it's too early. Also, if I were you, I wouldn't be messing around with Poshwar here. I thought you had already left England." Abuforth looked at the sitting there and raised it to himself The guy with the wine glass frowned and reminded, "I don't think they will let you go easily, and please don't affect my bar."

   "The Death Eaters have completely lost control of this place now, what else do you think those cowards can do?"

  Poshwal raised his glass to several other accomplices who stayed in the shop, and they all dismissed the black wizards in England who called themselves Death Eaters.

   They are all rotten fish and rotten shrimps. I really think that if I change my title, I can fool others.

  In the group of dark wizards, the weak have no human rights.

   "I really don't understand why you are afraid of them?"

  The black witch at the same table spoke broken English.

   Abuforth refused them to drink in the bar more than once, but several people didn't take it seriously.

   After all, this is the most convenient place to make money.

"Because You-Know-Who is very dangerous, otherwise, why do you think the British wizarding world has become like this? Even the British Ministry of Magic has collapsed and is controlled by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters." Abuforth used a magic spell to make the rag automatically Wipe down the tables and put them away one by one.

   "Why don't you find yourself a waiter?"

   Seeing the boss cleaning up the bar himself, several people were a little surprised. The business in the bar should be pretty good.

"Do you think anyone would dare to work here?" Abuforth said angrily, "Anyone who has the guts would have gone to other places to make money. As long as the British magic community is brave enough, there is no place to make money." To Gallon?"

   "That's right."

   The few of them gathered here purely to make money.

There are a lot of giant arachnids in the Forbidden Forest. Those little cuties are all good things. They plan to get more venom and sell them slowly. They don’t need to worry about being unable to get rid of it. It’s hard to find such a big spider in other places. A large-scale acromantula nest.

   Not to mention that those cuties are very dangerous. They dare to hunt the acromant. It is entirely because they are the top batch of dark wizards.

   "Okay, don't nest here with me. Believe me, those people won't let it go easily." After packing up their table, Abuforth began to chase people away.

  After seeing off the last customer and closing the store door, Abuforth seemed to sense something, and turned around suddenly, seeing a young man sitting by the bar at some point.

   "Good evening, Mr. Aberforth, I hope I didn't disturb you." Albert greeted the other party with a smile.

"Are you crazy?"

   Abuforth stared in disbelief, watching Albert who appeared in the bar without warning, and hurried to the window of the bar to be vigilant outside, for fear that someone would see him appearing here.

   "Don't you know that the Mysterious Man and the Death Eaters are looking for you everywhere?" He really couldn't understand why the man in front of him was so calm, and even resembled his dead brother.

   "Don't worry, they can't find me. Even if they find it, the group of Death Eaters can't beat me. What's more, the Death Eaters here have already been driven away by the dark wizards."

   Albert reached out from his cloak pocket and took out two Sickles and put them on the counter, then took a bottle of butter beer for himself from under the counter, opened the rusted beer bottle, and poured it into the cup he prepared for himself.

   "They'll come back," said Abeforth.

"I know, it should have been in the last few days, so I came to see you." Albert took a sip, and it was no different from the butterbeer of the Three Broomsticks, except that the rusty bottle cap made people look uncomfortable Comfortable.

   "What do you want from me?"

   After returning to the bar, Abuforth looked at the young man who was too young in front of him, and recalled the first time they met.

  When he first met Albert, Abuforth expected that the other party would be a great guy in the future.

   But he never imagined that it only took a few years for the boy at that time to become as great as Albus?

   When he met Albert, Abeforth understood why many people said that Albert was Dumbledore's heir.

   Yes, they are alike.

Albert is not like the Dumbledore in his youth, but he is very much like the Dumbledore in his memory, the same genius, the same humility, the same inscrutable, the same calculating, the same self-confidence and even conceit, and the same Just as annoying.

   "I hope you can provide a little help to the students of Hogwarts?" Albert put down his glass, smiled and told Abeforth what he wanted.

  Dumbledore's Army at Hogwarts needs support, confidence, and a channel to communicate with the outside world, and the Hog's Head Bar is very suitable for this role.

   "I... to Hogwarts students..." Abeforth pointed to himself, then pointed in the direction of Hogwarts, and said in a joking tone: "Help?"

"I know that after the Death Eaters took control of Hogsmeade, they sealed off all the secret passages leading to Hogwarts, but you actually have a secret passage here." Albert looked at Abeforth, Showing a meaningful smile: "A very secret secret passage, it just takes some time to come and go, but I think they shouldn't mind."

   "What do you want me to do?" Aberforth repeated.

   "Provide them with water and food. Those children who resisted Snape and the Death Eaters are still persisting in the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts. They need supplies for life and a way to leave Hogwarts."

   "With your ability, there should be a way!" Abuforth asked puzzled.

   "Yes, but according to the latest news I got, the black magic professor of Hogwarts has disappeared, and the school's defenses will become more stringent. There is no need to cause trouble for the professors and students in the school."

   "So, you're here to trouble me?"

"Anyway, someone needs to hold a torch high to show everyone the way forward. If you lose even the last bit of courage to resist, then the entire British wizarding world will really be over." Albert finished drinking the butter beer in his glass and motioned to Abeforth lead the way.

   "My brother has gone to **** with his ingenious plans." Abuforth said to himself, "I thought you were smart and left this country, but you are still here..."

   "I have indeed left the UK, but this does not prevent me from coming back." Albert interrupted with a smile, "Let's go, the situation is not as bad as you think, and we will eventually defeat the mysterious man."

   "By You and Harry Potter"

   "Of course it depends on Harry, he is the savior."

   "Damn messiah," murmured Abeforth, "if you don't stay away from his plans, you'll have to follow in his footsteps sooner or later."

   "Don't worry, it's all still planned."

   "Still planning?"

   Abuforth showed you don't lie to me.

"Yes, everything is part of the plan, but Dumbledore is dead after all, so I will help him complete the plan later." Albert looked at Abuforth's wonderful expression and continued, "Harry It's just one person, so he needs help, and I help him find helpers to prepare for the final battle."

   "So, you plan to drag all Hogwarts students into trouble?"

   "No, that's their own choice. I'm just taking good care of the flame that just ignited." Albert came to a portrait and nodded to the girl inside.

   "Also, what makes you think that defeating the mysterious man has nothing to do with other people?"

   "Peace is never won by relying on someone, but because everyone desires peace. You are as naive as Dumbledore in this regard."

   "You seem to know him very well." Abuforth raised his eyebrows slightly.

   "At least, know him better than Harry."

   Albert stared at the portrait for a while, when the portrait was pushed away from behind, and Neville Longbottom came out from inside.

   "Hi Mr. Anderson, I didn't expect to see you here." Neville looked very excited and wanted to step forward to give Albert a warm hug, but in the end he changed the hug into a handshake.

"This is Abeforth, Dumbledore's younger brother, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, maybe you know him." Albert introduced to Neville, and then said to Abeforth, "Frank and Alisa's son. "

   "I'm not blind," grumbled Aberforth.

   "Isn't that good before?"

  After greeting Abuforth, Neville asked puzzledly.

   "Yes, but after Parkinson disappeared, Snape will definitely strengthen the security of Hogwarts. There is no need for us to take risks, and other people will go to Hogwarts through here when they are free."

   "Are you going to turn my place into a train station?"

   "Don't worry, I'll put some magic on you so they won't bother you when they Apparate, and they won't bother you when you're open, I promise."

   "You can take them all away. I know you take in those expelled students." Abuforth didn't think it was safe here.

"As I said, staying at Hogwarts can motivate the remaining students more than abandoning them. No one wants to be abandoned." Albert took out a bag from his pocket and handed it to Neville, saying, "How much?" Compared with the food prepared for you, don't run around in the past few days."

"I see."

  Neville took the bag, took another look at Abeforth, and turned back to Hogwarts. Everyone else was still hungry.

   "Dobby with you?" Aberforth asked suddenly.

   “Dobby enjoyed working for me,” Albert said.

   "You are just like him."

  Wizards willing to pay house-elfs are rare.

"Yaxley will come back with Death Eaters soon, you know, they won't give up their own interests easily, so you'd better be careful yourself in the next few days, I'm afraid many people will die next. Of course , they won’t come to bother you in the next few days.”

   After finishing his final instructions, Albert planned to go back to rest.

   "It's you, everything is you, right?"

   Abuforth seemed to think of something, and looked at Albert with disbelief.

   "Who knew!"

  Albert shrugged, Apparated and left.

  Dark wizards against Death Eaters!

   This scene is so familiar to Abuforth.

   Once upon a time, the Ministry of Magic also fought against the Death Eaters, causing a large number of Death Eaters to lose their lives.

   Now it just becomes a dark wizard, and it becomes a dog-eat-dog for both sides for their own interests.