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The potion shop in Diagon Alley has a lot of potion ingredients. Albus took Sheffield to look slowly at the counter, pointing at each potion ingredient and explaining it to Sheffield in detail. Sheffield opened her eyes wide and listened intently.

After turning around, Albus asked Sheffield to memorize it seriously, while he went to the shopkeeper to pick and choose, packed some medicinal materials and came back.

The old and the young walked around Diagon Alley, and Albus happily bought a lot of things without using the shrinking spell, so he let Sheffield hold him in his arms, and he didn't stop until it was getting late. At this time, Sheffield was already out of breath with exhaustion, and her cheeks were flushed.

"Dear Mr. Sweet, thank you very much, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do." Albus took the things from his hand with a smile on his face, and then staggered: "Oh , Merlin, this is really heavy."

"This is what I should do." Sheffield saluted and said softly.

"No, no, no, the professor's private students are not obliged to help for free." Albus blinked: "But, um, I have to say, but if this is regarded as hiring you and paying you, oh Merlin, abuse little Wizards are not a good thing."

Sheffield couldn't help laughing, and the original heavy and lonely mood was swept away—he originally thought that the vice principal was pitying him and wanted to help him. Well, it must be said that the young wizard's young heart was a little hurt.

"However, kind and good children should get some rewards, um, such as candy or something." Albus thought for a while, looking distressed, and then took out a lot of things from the pile of things he was holding in front of him. He took out a package and threw it into Sheffield's arms: "This is your candy, please take it away."

Sheffield held the package and suppressed his excitement and returned to his dormitory. After returning to the dormitory, he couldn't wait to open it immediately - you must know that this was the first time someone gave him something when he was 11 years old, and he was inevitably excited.

The package was opened, and inside was a wooden box, which was divided into several grids, and each grid contained a potion material suitable for his current level. Sheffield looked at it blankly, and raised the corners of his lips uncontrollably, My heart is full of gratitude to Professor Dumbledore.

I am not only grateful for his attention and help to me, but also for taking care of the poor self-esteem of an orphan so carefully.

Albus and Sheffield gradually became acquainted, and over time, the boy was willing to talk about some past events. Albus only knew that Sheffield had a professor sent by Hogwarts as a guide, but he did not expect this The boy is not a witch of the Ma species, but an orphan.

"Is the life in the orphanage difficult?" Albus asked with a restrained smile.

Sheffield smiled, and his eyes were a little sad: "The life in the orphanage is naturally impossible. So many children can barely survive only on government relief money and donations from some kind people. Sometimes they can't eat. I'm full, I'm so hungry that I can only sleep through it, and sometimes I get a little bit of good stuff, naturally it's for those cute and cute children, like me who can't speak well, of course I can't get anything , not to mention that I have abilities that others don't have, and I am even more out of tune with others."

Albus was silent, he gently patted the head of the little wizard, somehow, he suddenly thought of the child who also came out of the orphanage—was he once like this child, who worked hard in the orphanage? Struggling to live.

"Professor Dumbledore, you don't have to do this." Sheffield raised a bright smile: "It's nothing, at least I survived, right? Compared with those who died, being alive is the greatest happiness in itself .”

"Do you hate them?" Albus asked, he was a little confused, whether he was asking Sheffield in front of him or the child who was going further and further away on the wrong road.

"When I was ignorant at the beginning, I hated it." Sheffield smiled shallowly: "But when I grow up and become sensible, I realize how naive and shallow I was in the past. Although the life in the orphanage is very poor, the dean His personality is not very good, but at least he raised so many of our children and never abused us, this kindness is enough to outweigh others."

Tom's boy would never think so.Albus smiled, feeling more pity for Sheffield in his heart.

If it is said that he first noticed Sheffield because of the abbreviation of SS, then after getting along for such a long time, Albus sincerely regards this child as his nephew, and sincerely hopes that he can live a good life.

When it came to Sheffield's third year, Albus even signed the consent form to go to Hogsmeade directly as his elder.

"Professor, don't you want to go?" The little wizard who was going to Hogsmeade for the first time was obviously very excited.

Albus's eyes darkened, and then he smiled as usual and said, "Oh my dear Sal (Sheffield's nickname), poor Albus couldn't resist the temptation of Honeydukes' candies, so for these teeth, he couldn't resist As for leaving early, I have to work hard to restrain myself, you know, it is not good to always take potions."

Looking at the excited backs of the little wizards, Albus stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth out of nowhere, and suddenly felt that today's candy was not tasty at all. Not only was it not sweet, but it even tasted bitter.

Hogsmeade!

Aberforth hadn't been to Hogsmeade village for a long time since he last met Aberforth in Hogsmeade.

When Aberforth saw him, he seemed to see a stranger, so indifferent, compared to his current attitude, he would rather this brother still stared at him with hatred as before, at least not like them unrelated strangers.

Albus sighed, took out another Bibi Bean and threw it into his mouth.

Bah, what a pity, it's bitter!

Albus stepped into the Hog's Head pub anyway, his eyes glued uncontrollably to the living room wall for a while, where hung a large oil painting of a blond girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room.

He stood there, watching silently, the blonde girl turned her eyes, and when Albus realized it, he was shocked to find that he had subconsciously ducked outside the bar.

A sneer sounded in his ear, and a gray-haired man came over. He looked older than Albus, with a pair of bright, sharp blue eyes. At this moment, there was obvious mockery in these blue eyes.

"Aberforth." Albus whispered his name.

Aberforth brushed past him, walked to the oil painting, and gently stroked the blonde girl's long hair. As if feeling itchy, the girl twisted her body and giggled.

Albus hesitated for a moment, and then walked in. He looked at his younger brother, and tried his best not to cast his eyes on the girl again.

"Aberforth, I have something to tell you."

Aberforth turned his head to look at Albus, he was silent for a moment, then walked to the second floor: "Come here."

"What's the matter, tell me." Aberforth spoke directly after sitting down.

Albus moved his lips, but still swallowed the words of concern that came to his mouth. He was thinking quickly in his mind, but his mouth kept saying, "Aberforth, are you okay here?"

"Is this the only nonsense you talk about every time you come?" Aberforth sneered.

"No, I mean." Albus paused and said, "Aberforth, do you want to go home for a while soon?"

Aberforth raised his head suddenly and stared at Albus, eyes full of anger.

Go home, go home, that empty shell with nothing, is it home?

"Big events may happen again in Britain in the past two years." Albus chose to say part of the truth: "Aberforth, I don't want you to be involved in such a dangerous thing."

"Oh oh oh, I know I know." Aberforth showed that mocking look again: "The great Albus Dumbledore is going to save the world again, who will die in front of you this time?" In the shadow of the glory? But, if you are really good for me, don't care about me, lest the only person in this world who still remembers Arianna die inexplicably like this."

Ariana, Ariana, the name will always be a thorn in Albus' heart.

Aberforth immediately regretted this sentence. After so many years, he saw everything about Albus, and he no longer hated him, but just now he was impulsively using Ali Anna came to prod Albus.

Albus' face was ugly.

Aberforth hesitated for a moment, still embarrassed, just lowered his head and took a sip of butterbeer, pretending nothing happened just now.

"In short, you'd better leave as soon as possible." Albus sighed, propping his forehead wearily: "Aberforth, trust me once, I'm your real brother, I won't harm you."

"I'm right here." Aberforth's indifferent voice sounded: "No matter who comes, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." There's Arianna here, Hogwarts not far away, and you, pig The bar is Aberforth's home.

More and more nobles have taken refuge in the mysterious man. Under the control of the mysterious man, these powers are condensed together, and then continue to devour other powers and integrate them, so the cycle continues.

The atmosphere in the air became more and more oppressive, and some wizards with a keen sense of smell noticed this sensitively, and then fled abroad one after another.

"There will definitely be more wizards moving abroad in the future. If possible, please let Germany accommodate wizards from England as much as possible. This is the first and last time I beg you, Gellert." Si leaned a little tiredly in front of the prison door on the top floor of Nurmengard, and whispered.

After a long time, a voice finally came from inside: "Why didn't you come in? Why didn't you say this to my face?"

"I have always been able to cross a lot of things between us. We are the kind of people who insist on ourselves and will not be easily restrained." Albus looked up at the stars in the night sky: "But, now I realize that it turns out that I have always been deceiving myself, no matter how carefully I cover it, the wound is still there, and it has never disappeared.” They chatted together, discussed the future together, they could smile at each other, they could rely on whispers, he thought everything before Slowly pass.

"Gellert!"

"We will never see each other again!"

Gellert leaned his back against the cell door, listening to the familiar atmosphere outside the door suddenly disappear, the expression in his eyes became more and more serious——Damn Aberforth, seeing the trouble he caused him, he knew this before, he He should have killed Ariana when he died!

Well, if he had known all this would happen later, he would have protected Ariana well and prevented her from making any mistakes!Gellert sighed for a long time, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

It seems that his plan should be advanced as much as possible!

The author has something to say:

Albus is such a person that people have nothing to say. Every word and every decision of his always has its own deep meaning.