Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

The puppet in front of me is drinking butterbeer leisurely.

Of course it's Raven.

An unknown thief once said to an unknown fortune teller, "Don't throw away secret dolls randomly, or you will be tracked down."

Now, it was Gryffindor's turn to say this to Raven.

An enemy who is good at stealing other people's bodies, and an alchemist who likes to throw himself all over the world.

As expected, Raven was not the only one who felt that this sense of déjà vu was very strong.

As for where Gryffindor heard this conversation from... naturally it was due to a story someone told them.

Hearing the rude tone of the red-haired middle-aged man, Aberforth Dumbledore, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, was really worried for him.

Did he know who he was talking to? Was he so brave?

However, Aberforth felt that this red-haired man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

The lady with black hair and blue robe also gave Aberforth a strong sense of déjà vu.

Aren’t the clothes these two guys wearing a bit too retro?

But considering that today is Samhain, it's only natural to wear retro traditional clothing. Wait, Samhain? Everyone calls it Halloween now, right?

What's the tradition for Halloween? You have to dress up, right?

So these two are actually cosplaying? Which historical figure are they cosplaying? They look so familiar.

As Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin walked into the tavern, long-forgotten memories flooded into Aberforth's mind, and there were no more doubts in his heart.

His eyes became sharp, staring closely at the two people in front of him. Their figures seemed to combine with the memories buried deep in his mind, making him feel familiar.

Sure enough, these four guys are cosplaying the founders of Hogwarts, right?

But having said that, their cosplay is really authentic. Not only are their clothes similar, but their appearance is also very similar to the portraits and sculptures left by those founders.

Was this Polyjuice Potion? Or was it Transfiguration? Either way, it wasn't easy to do.

They are really willing to spend a lot of money.

But even if you cosplay as a Gryffindor, it doesn't mean you are really a Gryffindor! How many lives do you have to dare to talk to the ancient demon king like this! ? You are too bold!

Wait, I seem to be missing something!

Aberforth fell silent, pausing even to wipe the cup.

This is the downside of getting older. The ability to do two things at once when you were young has almost completely declined.

Now his aging brain was only capable of single-threaded thinking, and he began to try hard to recall what he had just missed.

Just as Aberforth was struggling to work his rusty brain, Gryffindor suddenly waved and shouted,

"Hey, Dumbledore boy, give us some butterbeer."

Aberforth frowned when his thoughts were interrupted, but when he realized that the most terrifying shadow in his heart was sitting opposite him, he stopped arguing with them about the address.

After all, he is indeed the youngest son of the Dumbledore family, and there is nothing wrong with this statement.

Aberforth decided to use self-comfort to suppress his inner emotions. He turned around silently, took out the butterbeer from the oak barrel that had been passed down for nearly a thousand years, poured it into four cups, and placed it on the tray.

Then, on trembling legs, he walked carefully towards the only table of guests in the bar.

Then, he drank the butterbeer in his cup one by one, stiffly like a robot.

"Happy New Year, Aberforth."

The Sorting Hat on Gryffindor's head greeted him politely.

The two of them met quite often, and the Sorting Hat often witnessed the brothers' quarrels in the principal's office.