I was expelled from Hogwarts?

As the floo powder was sprinkled into the fireplace, a series of fuzzy furnace doors flashed before Rove's eyes, and his body was also spinning rapidly in the roaring green flames.

When the dizziness disappeared, his feet landed firmly, and he appeared in a strange room.

It was a living room with Victorian-style wallpaper on the walls and a chandelier wrapped around a golden phoenix figurine from the ceiling.

On a round cherry wood table, there is a retro-style sewing machine and an old-fashioned radio.

Pale golden sunlight shines into the room through the stained glass windows, and there are colorful paintings on the glass, depicting part of the love story between Tristan and Isolt, the Knights of the Round Table.

The entire living room has a distinct nineteenth-century style, not too big, but extremely clean.

Shirley, who walked through the fireplace, walked to Rove's side. She also looked at the room and said in surprise:

"It's so clean, is there anyone living here?"

The living room was indeed too clean, and it didn't look like it was uninhabited, but neither Dumbledore nor Aberforth lived here on weekdays.

Above the fireplace, there is a portrait. A blond girl suddenly appeared in the frame. She said to Shirley in a weak tone:

"No one else lives here, but Aberforth often comes back to clean the room. He likes to clean."

Hearing this, Rove twitched the corners of his mouth. If he hadn't just come from the Pig's Head Bar, he would have almost believed it.

To say that Aberforth loves cleanliness is basically equivalent to saying that Snape has a cleanliness.

However, Rove did not refute, but looked at Arianna with interest. He had seen the girl many times, but this was the first time he heard her speak.

Rove intends to get close to Ariana, as long as he can control her, it is tantamount to controlling Aberforth.

He will buy things from the Pig's Head Bar in the future, not to mention free, but also to beat the bone price, right!

"Hi Ariana, my name is Rolf Scamander, you know me?"

"I know." Arianna looked at the boy timidly and said, "Aberforth often mentions you."

"Remember me?" Rove asked with a smile. "What did he say about me?"

"Aberforth said..." Arianna said honestly: "You are a big pig's hoof who likes to talk sweetly, and you are best at coaxing girls, and you also asked me to talk to you less."

"..."

The smile on Rove's face disappeared, but it didn't disappear, but transferred to Shirley and Hermione's faces.

Shirley still restrained herself, but pursed her lips and secretly smiled. Hermione made no secret of her schadenfreude, she nodded approvingly.

Rove was speechless, squeezed out a smile, and said awkwardly: "Aberforth may have some misunderstandings and prejudices against me, oops...you look at what this is?!"

Rove abruptly changed the subject, pointing to the photo next to Ariana's portrait, and Shirley and Hermione's attention was indeed drawn away.

It was a family photo of Dumbledore's father - Percival - a very handsome middle-aged man.

Dumbledore's mother, Candela, was also an iconic beauty, with jet-black hair tied up in an updo, dark eyes, high cheekbones, and a straight nose.

Albus and Aberforth, maybe five or six years old, wore identical lace-collared jackets and had the same shoulder-length hair.

And Ariana was still a baby, held by Candela in her arms, her arms waving vaguely outside the swaddle.

The Dumbledore family looked quite happy, but Rove knew that this happiness did not last for a few years before it turned into a tragedy of family ruin.

The three of them looked at the photos for a while, obeyed Aberforth's instructions, walked out of the living room without moving anything, and entered a yard that was neither too big nor too small.

The yard was full of snow, and under a bare tree, there was a swing... It was obviously the swing that Ariana used back then.

It seems that although this old house is no longer inhabited, it still maintains the layout of a hundred years ago. Neither Dumbledore nor Aberforth has any intention of changing it.

Rove took out the key and opened the gate. They left the yard, and only a few meters away, the house disappeared in place.

"Should we go to the cemetery first, or go to Bathilda Bagshot first?" Shirley looked at Rove.

"Why don't you go to the cemetery first?" Hermione suggested.

Although Bathilda Bagshot is a well-known expert on the history of magic, Hermione can't wait to meet her and chat about the history of magic...

But considering that what Aberforth asked Rove to bring was too heaven-defying, she thought it was better not to go!

Otherwise it is easy to be beaten.

Rove was also hesitating. After much deliberation, he decided to look for Bathilda Bagshot first.

After all, he also has some questions and wants to ask the other party.

According to the address given by Aberforth, the three shuttled through the village. They turned left and right, and finally passed through a deserted vegetable garden and came to an old house.

Rove knocked hard on the door, and after a while, the door opened, and an elderly witch came out:

She was old, with gray and thinning hair, age spots all over her face, a long, wrinkled neck, on bony shoulders, and a thin chin that hung loose.

"Mrs. Bathilda Bagshot, hello, I'm Rove Scamander." Rove greeted, "Do you remember me?"

The old man stared at Rove, his eyes were sunken in the folds of transparent skin, and there were thick cataracts inside. She thought for a while, and replied in an old voice:

"Remember, you are Newt's grandson. We met at Nico's funeral that summer."

Rove was very happy that Bagshot still remembered this incident. He smiled and said, "We are entrusted by Aberforth to visit you."

"Oh, Aberforth." Bashart nodded and said, "Come in with me."

She hunched over and staggered towards the room, followed by Rove, Shirley and Hermione.

They went into a living room, all dark, and Bagshot picked up a match and lit a candle in the room.

The candles were scattered here and there, some standing on little saucers, some atop piles of books or little tables covered with moldy broken cups.

Bagshot's trembling hands always felt that he was not lighting a candle, but that he was going to light the house.

Shirley and Hermione hurried forward to help her light the candles one by one.

Bagshot sat on the sofa, and she asked, "So, did you bring anything like that?"

"Bring it." Rove gave Shirley a look, the girl opened the box, and they worked together to take out a mouthful...

Wooden coffin!

"Ma'am, this is the Christmas present that Aberforth asked me to bring you." Rove pointed to the coffin and said, "He wishes you good health and a long life."

Shirley: "..."

Hermione: "..."

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