HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The blue fire that had lasted for more than sixty years seemed to be burning before his eyes again. Newt's fingers trembled. He seemed to see his best friend turned into ashes and annihilated in the sea of ​​blue fire.

"It's very interesting. When I was young, I followed Albus to attend Grindelwald's rally. He was very good at deceiving people. Even that old guy Albus followed him loyally. You can persuade him to do things for you. You are very good at it. Awesome." Aberforth poured a glass of whiskey for her, "Want some?"

Taowu waved her hand and pushed away the wine glass: "I don't like drinking this kind of drink. I need a group of absolutely loyal subordinates. Taming their leader is the easiest way."

"This is indeed the fastest way." Aberforth turned and stared at the portrait behind him, which was the cleanest thing in the whole bar. "For the greater good, and also for the sake that there will no longer be Anna and Wu. Such a silent person."

Momo looked at Newt, and he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her forehead with his fingertips: "I said, I will always stand by your side, and the same goes for Lita and Theseus."

Rita and Theseus too?

She looked at Newt blankly. He seemed to know what she was wondering about and smiled: "You will understand later."

Remembering it, she will definitely know them when she goes back in time, and even if she dies at the hands of Grindelwald, she will still support the decision she made.

What kind of friendship is that?

Queenie knocked on the table, and her gentle expression turned solemn: "Although Luna completely destroyed the Jones base last time and gained a period of survival, the situation is still bad. Many Portkey teleportation locations in New York are under control. I and I Jacob suspects someone is selling out our world to the government."

"There's a mole in the Ministry of Magic."

"Can the Ministry of Magic find out who is the mole?" Harry suggested.

Queenie shrugged: "I'm afraid not, sweetheart. My sister once served as the president of the Magic Congress. I told her about this matter. After she tactfully mentioned it to the current president, the president thought she was suspicious. Too serious, he believes that Muggle behavior is caused by a few people violating the secrecy law, and he does not believe that there are traitors."

"So, Luna's method is the only way to survive in the end, but neither side will allow such a thing. They will doubt that we want to establish a new country and order."

The candlelight of the kerosene lamp flickered in the room, and the atmosphere became depressing. A rich and majestic cello music was played on the record player, and the thick wooden windows blocked out the howling of the wind and snow.

"What I want to do is extremely dangerous." Taowu tapped the rim of the cup with a spoon: "So, are you sure you want to board my pirate ship? It's still too late to run away now."

Siklia poured the boiled water in the cup on the dusty ground and filled the empty cup with juice: "If I don't run away, even if you kick me out of the boat, I will stay under your boat. Don't You want to drive me away!”

She raised her glass to Taowu, then poured another glass of whiskey and handed it to Harry: "I think Harry should have the same idea as me."

Harry leaned on the edge of the bar, stretched out his right hand to catch the glass handed over by Cicelia, and the nails of his left hand bounced on the thick wall of the glass, making a crisp sound.

He lowered his head and looked at the slightly swaying transparent liquid in the wine glass. The slightly long black hair on his forehead blocked the smile in his eyes, and his voice had the clearness of a young man.

"Of course."

He had been her unwavering follower since that night in the Room of Requirement.

"I said I will always be by your side."

Newt stiffly took the bottle that Aberforth was pouring from, and added a little whiskey to the empty glass in front of him. It was really just a little bit, a shallow dip.

"I don't like drinking this very much. I feel dizzy after drinking it." He shook the cup, then put the rim of the cup to his nose, sniffed lightly, and immediately showed a disgusted expression on his face.

Momo turned to look at Queenie: "If you and Mr. Kowalski want to escape, it's still too late. The situation is getting worse and worse. The reason why you can still breathe now may be that the top Muggle officials are still worried about us who are unknown." I’m afraid, the source of their knowledge of witches is the Witch Hunters Association, and the base with the most information has been destroyed.”

The charming old woman smiled and shook her head: "Jacob and I can't escape unscathed. There will be no eggs left unscathed, whether it's Muggles destroying the wizarding world, or wizards destroying Muggles." There will be no place for me, Jacob, and our children in the world, and we will become each other's weaknesses, and we will have to force both sides to coexist peacefully."

"Luna, you are our only choice."

Siklia blushed and stood on tiptoe, holding up her wine glass: "The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. It's unreasonable not to touch one of them. Raise your wine glasses!"

"I don't want whiskey." Taowu took the cup and hid it under the table, secretly asking Bader who was leaning next to Queenie, "Do you still have that sparkling wine of yours?"

"Yes!" Badr's eyes lit up. His sister Luna liked the wine he made very much. Although his grandfather and Mr. Scamander said that he couldn't just take it out for others to drink, Sister Luna was none other than him. He came from the side. He picked up a beautiful glass bottle on the stool, poured the light pink liquid inside into Taowu's wine glass, and poured a full glass.

"No one asked me, an old man, for my opinion?" Aberforth tapped the rim of the cup several times with his wand, expressing his dissatisfaction at being ignored.

"Your opinion is not important. You are Dumbledore. You must join, for your brother, for your great grandson, and for the greater good!"

Cecilia snatched the wand from his hand and threw it to Baldur aside: "Hey, Baldur Dumbledore, catch your old ghost grandpa's wand!"

Aberforth was so angry at her that he glared at her and kept calling her even more ridiculous than Grindelwald.

Momomo glanced at Badr, who was holding Aberforth's wand and using the levitating spell to levitate the table: "It seems that Obscurus has been solved."

Aberforth glanced at his precious grandson, his face flushed, and he raised his glass: "Thanks also to Newt and Luna."

Everyone raised their glasses, and Siklia bumped Taowu with her shoulder: "Give our organization a high-end, classy name."

Taowu thought for a long time, glanced at Aberforth, and said with difficulty: "How about we call it the Pig Head Bar Alliance?"

This sentence silenced everyone.

She faced everyone looking at them like a fool, took out her wand and drew three words in the air.

“Human Coexistence Organization”

"HCO, Human Coexistence Organization, how about that?"

Siklia was the first to raise her glass: "For HCO, for the greater good!"

In the dark room, in the flowing time, six glasses collided, making a crisp sound, and the direction of the world line shifted little by little in the heat.

"For HCO!"