Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry took Hermione and talked with Dumbledore.

It seemed like nothing happened at the door.

Dumbledore couldn't help but wanted to take a few more glances, but couldn't bear to look at him. He was holding the wine glass and was very conflicted. Without saying a few words, Dundun drank several times of whiskey.

Grindelwald is a tough guy.

Even when he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, he did not let out a single cry of pain. He held on, and when he couldn't hold on, he raised his hands and locked his mouth.

He struggled and twisted - this was an inevitable physiological reaction under the torture of the curse.

But even with this struggle and distortion, he was trying his best to control it.

Magic is the power of the mind.

Aberforth was filled with hatred, and his hatred made the Cruciatus Curse become more powerful.

He glared at Grindelwald fiercely and continued to output magic power, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Lower your head!

Bow to yourself!

Wail in pain and then beg for mercy. Can't you stop casting spells?

But no matter how painful Grindelwald was, he had no thought of begging for mercy.

Lying on the ground like a piece of steel.

Either be tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse, or wait for Aberforth to stop casting the spell on his own initiative.

Dumbledore sighed, with tears in his eyes, he looked at Harry longingly: "Harry."

Harry shook his head: "Albus, that's a matter between the two of them."

Hermione held the cup and looked at the two people with confused eyes: "Why?"

She was puzzled.

After the first death curse was deliberately shot empty, she realized that the hatred may not have been eliminated, but Aberforth would not kill Grindelwald.

Harry lowered his voice and explained: "Because Aberforth lost a lot, he knew very well how painful loss is, and he also realized that his brother also lost a lot. Now Grindelwald is almost Albus The last thing I hope to have”

till the end.

This man who loves his family has always loved his brother.

Hermione shook her head and interrupted Harry: "No, it's not that I don't understand why Aberforth didn't kill Grindelwald, but why Grindelwald had such an attitude."

"Obviously I just need to take it easy"

Just a "I'm sorry" will do the trick.

Dumbledore sighed: "Gellert is not that kind of person."

He drank the remaining half glass of whiskey, stretched out his hand for Harry to refill his glass, and continued: "He is very proud."

"He never felt like he did anything wrong."

Dumbledore paused for a moment and drank another half glass of whiskey: "His resistance was never about the magical world, but destiny. It's just that he failed."

"He didn't lose to me, but to fate."

"We are all the same, complete losers under our fate."

"He has no guilt towards Aberforth. Using Voldemort's excuse to come here is as low as he can."

He paused again, turned around, and looked at Grindelwald and the other Dumbledore.

"He has already lowered his head. It is impossible for him to bend his waist again."

Harry said nothing and continued to refill Dumbledore's drink.

More than an hour later.

Dumbledore was lying on the table, drunk.

Grindelwald was out of breath, lying on the ground with a pale face, breathing heavily, and thick, milky white mist came out of his nostrils and mouth.

Aberforth pulled back the spell, and he was panting.

With a flick of his wrist, he cast the levitating spell and threw Grindelwald out the door: "You will never be welcome here, you scumbag!"

Grindelwald stretched out his hand tremblingly, snapped his fingers tremblingly, and lifted the spell from his mouth.

He gasped for air and made a "hohhhhh" sound from his mouth.

Aberforth turned around and pointed his wand.

The wine glass disappeared from Dumbledore's hand.

"Let me see how much you drank?" He walked in step by step and counted the bottles on the table. "Ha, five bottles of whiskey and half a bottle of butterbeer?"

"Harry, hurry up and pay."

"I'm closing the door now."

As he spoke, he paused and looked at Dumbledore with disgust: "Take this rotten drunkard with you."

"I only have some crowns here." Harry raised his hand and jingled, and a bunch of coins that Aberforth had never seen floated out from the Sorting Hat. "I don't have any crowns with me."

"And I only had two glasses of whiskey, Albus drank the rest."

"You'd better wait until he sobers up and come to collect the debt."

Aberforth pouted.

Harry stood up, took out his wand, waved it upward, and levitated Dumbledore: "If Albus doesn't pay back the money, I can help you contact the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, and they will tell you about the non-payment of the money." Make them into fireworks and put them in Hogsmeade for a month. As for our relationship, we will only charge you the cost price, I promise."

"Get out!" Aberforth gritted his teeth and yelled angrily.

Harry smiled and left.

Wait until he reaches the door.

Aberforth called to him: "Harry."

Harry looked back.

He muttered, and whispered and hastily threw out a word from his mouth: "Thank you."

Before Harry could recover, he waved his wand and with a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The tavern was dark.

He stood there blankly for a while, then walked forward, bumped into the table and fell to the ground. After screaming in pain, he remembered that he was a wizard, raised his wand, and uttered the spell: "luminescent flash."

A dim light lit up the road ahead of him.

He walked to the portrait, the only clean place in the entire tavern, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched the frame: "Ariana."

The past decades of my life flash through my mind.

Wife, son.

He didn't even have photos of them, so he could only rely on the images he could glimpse from his brother's memories to fantasize about them.

He lowered his head, sadness fermented in his heart, turning into bitter tears and falling lightly from his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Outside the pub.

Hermione raised her wand, lifted Grindelwald up, and floated him next to Dumbledore.

She walked beside Harry, the two of them leaving a series of shallow footprints, the motorcycle following behind them, its headlights flashing.

Hogsmeade has to go to the side entrance of Hogwarts.

Snape stood expressionless and waited.

He flew a little too slowly and couldn't keep up with the speed of the motorcycle. By the time he got to Hogsmeade, these people had disappeared, so he had to wait here.

When he saw this group of people, even he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

One of the greatest white wizards, and one of the greatest black wizards, were floating half-dead in the air at this moment.

It was extremely embarrassing and disgraceful.

"Harry?" Snape asked.

Harry simply replied: "One was drunk and the other was beaten."

"The Cruciatus Curse." Snape glanced around and distinguished the two people's situations. "It's really cruel."

"Albus actually drinks too."

"Professor, you are going to have a hard time tonight." Harry led him back, "I also brought you some gifts from another world."