[HP] Dali's Bread

The story will soak in time, like the name Honoria has been blotted out of the old yellowed paper.

When some old things are brought up, they are inextricably linked with what is happening now.

"She is our aunt, and she had a marriage contract at the beginning, but she disliked that he was always teasing a few Hawklaps, so she unilaterally dissolved the engagement. She herself loves to play and often runs around. That's what my dad said - then she disappeared, and after seven or eight years, she came back with a child, and she was still so bad-tempered, cursing that she couldn't have a child with a Muggle, and the child was a Squib , Dad was stunned at the time, I didn't expect that she went to find a Muggle, and my dad was imprisoned later, so we had even less contact with her."

They had come out of the Ministry of Magic, and had the old man take them to Apparate to Hogsmeade, to the Pig's Head.

He is seven points similar to Dumbledore, but his temperament is completely different.He looked more fierce and irritable, and the gray hair also covered the kindness of the silver-haired old man.

As soon as the door was opened, a half-human-tall goat stepped over with a jingle of copper bells, and he pulled its horns to let it make a passage.

"Would you like a butterbeer?"

He walked to the shabby, dirty, sawdust-strewn bar. There were only a few candlesticks that were almost burnt out. The weak fire supported the task of illuminating the entire bar, so that they would not bump into anything in the dim light. .Although it was not completely dark yet, the light barely penetrated.

Dali nodded, she needed something to calm down and digest the information from the Dumbledore family by the way.

"I was waiting for you at the school gate, who knew they were inspecting before the train!" He had a straight face, and the face similar to the former principal's seemed to have nothing to do with Wen Shan at this moment.

After Dali took the glass of butterbeer filled in a dirty cup, hesitating whether to drink it, Aberforth spoke again: "But Albus told me that as long as you find the Malfoy boy Can find you, he's scurrying around the Ministry of Magic like a headless chicken—"

"I'm not running around!" retorted Draco, who glanced quickly at Dali and then met Aberforth's blue eyes. "That's what I did."

He took out a wand under the watchful eyes of the two of them. The elm wand looked like it hadn't been maintained much, and it was a bit dull. Recognizing it, it was her own wand she had received from Ollivander when she was 11 years old.

"I told you to get it back for you."

"It's a bit late, I almost forgot." Dali always destroyed this touching atmosphere to the extreme.Before Draco could say anything, she pressed the glass of butterbeer to his mouth and took a sip, watching him coughing and feeling that the glass was so dirty that he was going to die there.

"Okay, stop being so hot here." Aberforth couldn't stand the strange interaction of the young couple, he waved to them, "Go upstairs and tell me!"

They followed him behind the counter and through another door leading up to a rickety wooden staircase.At the top of the stairs was the living room, with its worn carpet and a small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a fair-haired girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room.

"Albus told me something about you." He glanced at the girl on the oil painting and continued: "Many people were injured when he carried out his grand plan."

"Uh......"

"Why, do you think I should be the kind of younger brother who supports him in obscurity behind his back, and is the first one to go up after his death?"

"It's not like that." It's just that Dali felt that the Aberforth in front of her eyes was far from Albus Dumbledore, known as the greatest wizard of this century. If it wasn't for his face, she would have suspected that he was lying .

"He's not very honest. All you know from him is fur. Like our Aunt Honoria's offspring, your mother, a Squib? Or just a Muggle? Who knows."

"My mother she can see things that only wizards can see!"

"What is it?"

Dali didn't answer the phone again. She really didn't ask Petunia what she saw. Maybe it was just a spiritual support for Petunia, telling her that she still had a connection with the wizarding world.Or maybe she already knew that she had always been deceiving herself.

Wizards hate Squibs, and Muggles just want to be Squibs, just to touch the colors of that world.The head was like an hourglass, suddenly a hole opened, and fine sand flowed out along the crack, breaking the long-standing balance.

She doesn't feel bad about the real origin, she just pities her mother.

"It's nothing." Draco said coldly.

Dali couldn't help feeling a little bit in her heart, he was like a little prince waiting for a domesticated fox in a golden wheat field, and she almost imitated Voldemort's words and said, "Draco, these words from your mouth are really meaningful where!"

"I've known for a long time that she's a third-rate guy, and she can't be that bad. And, isn't she related to the Dumbledore family? Then she can barely be considered a mixed blood."

It's really you, Draco.Dali immediately put away her moved heart, maybe attacking each other is the correct way for them to communicate.

"I hope this isn't another lie." Aberforth smiled, and took a swig from a bottle of mead. "I know my brother well enough to believe half of what he says. He was in my mother's Secrecy is learned on the knees. Secrets and lies, that's how we're brought up, and Albus... he was born that way."

"It doesn't matter, you guys saved me, even though it still didn't make Umbridge look good!"

"Now you almost entered Azkaban yourself, and you still want to make Umbridge unlucky?" The old man turned his eyes to the portrait of a girl on the mantelpiece, which was the only portrait in the room, and there was no other portrait. Photos of loved ones, you really look like our Aunt Honoria, whimsical, and doesn't care about anything - same as being married to a Muggle, she said to us at the time 'It doesn't matter, I just want to find someone who doesn't know Hawklap Men get married'! "

"I totally agree with that," Draco replied.Daly immediately gouged him out.

He ignored Dali because he noticed that when he was talking to Dali, he always looked at the portrait involuntarily, "Is this your sister?"

"Yes," said Aberforth stiffly, "read the Rita Skeeter book, didn't you?"

"I don't watch those." Draco put on a disgusted expression and drew out his tone, "Dumbledore, your brother mentioned her to me."

"Oh, he's got the guts to say it." He took another sip of mead, not paying attention to Draco's uncomfortably Malfoy way of speaking.

"He said she and Darley—"

"It's different! None of your business!" Aberforth glared at him fiercely, his lips twitching as if chewing the words he was holding back.

Then, suddenly, he opened up the chatterbox.

"When my sister was six years old, she was attacked by three Muggle boys. They saw her doing magic through the hedge in the back garden. She was a child, and she couldn't get away with it, not even a wizard at that age. I guess, The boys were frightened by what they saw. They squeezed in through the hedge, and my sister couldn't tell them how the magic worked, so they lost control and tried to stop the little monster from doing magic again."

Draco made no secret of his malice towards Muggles, and Dali's eyes gradually raised, because Aberforth stood up at this moment, as tall as Albus, because of anger and severe pain, he suddenly It looked terrible.

"What they did ruined her and she never came back to normal. She didn't want to use magic, but couldn't get rid of it. The magic went inside her and drove her crazy, and when she couldn't control it, The magic just works on her. She's weird and dangerous at times, but most of the time she's cute, timid and harmless."

Dali's eyes widened, silently came from different tragedies, she came from the family, and the little sister of the Dumbledore family came from an irrelevant stranger.

"My father went to settle accounts with those bastards! He taught them a lesson, and ended up in Azkaban. He never said why he did it. If the Ministry of Magic knew about Ariana's condition, she would be imprisoned." Imprisoned for life in St. Mungo's Hospital. They'll see her as a serious threat to the International Statute of Secrecy because she's deranged, and the magic inside her explodes when she can't control it." He paused For a moment, "So you don't go to St. Mungo's in the end, who knows if you will be checked out."

"We had to keep her safe and hide her. We moved, lied about her being sick and my mother took care of her and tried to keep her calm and happy."

"She likes me best," said Aberforth, and as he said it, it seemed a scruffy boy was peering through Aberforth's wrinkled face and tangled beard, "not Albus. When Albus was at home, he was always upstairs in his bedroom, reading his books, counting his awards, and corresponding with 'the most famous wizard of his day'!" Aberforth said with a smile, "Abbe Si doesn't want to worry about her at all. She likes me the most! When my mother can't make her eat, I can coax her to eat. When she has a temper, I can calm her down. When she is quiet, she often helps me Feed the sheep."

"Later, she was 14 years old... It is said that the Obscure will not live long, but it seems that the Dumbledore family has a special case, right? Well, I was not there at the time." Aberforth's tone was full of remorse, "If I Now, it would calm her down. She had a fit of temper again, and my mother wasn't as young as she used to be, and it turned out...it was an accident, Ariana couldn't control herself, and my mother was killed."

Dali didn't think that Dumbledore was like this in his brother's eyes, and this happened to be his truest youth.

"Thus, Albus's plan to travel the world with little Dorje was dashed. The two of them came back to my mother's funeral, and Dorje set off on his own, and Dorje was sort of the type who thought Albus could radiate out of every pore. Sunshine fool. Then Albus stayed on as head of the family. Bah!"

Aberforth spat into the fire.

"I told him I would take care of my sister, I don't care about school, I can stay home and study by myself. But he said I have to finish my studies and he will take over from my mother. It's a bit of a disappointment for Mr. Elite. Take care A half-crazed sister who doesn't give a prize for stopping her from blowing up the house every other day. But he did a good job the first few weeks... I was almost relieved, but then this guy came along. "

At this time, Aberforth showed a very dangerous expression on his face.

"Grindelwald. Finally, my brother has someone to talk to, someone as smart and talented as he is. Taking care of Ariana is secondary, and they spend all day trying to build new wizards Projects of order, finding the Hallows, doing all the things they're deeply interested in. What does it matter if a little girl is neglected for the grand scheme of things, for the good of the wizarding world at large? Albus is working for a greater good !"

Dumbledore's knowledge was suppressed in the small Godric's Hollow, and Grindelwald's appearance was a new light in his life.

"After a few weeks, I had enough, really enough. I was going back to Hogwarts by then, so I told them, told them both, face to face, just as I am to you now," Aberforth looked down at Darley, and it was easy to imagine him as a teenager, wiry and angry, standing up to his brother. "I told him you'd better give up early. You can't move her, she's not in the right shape, you can't take her with you, go where you're going, give your smart speeches, build a following for yourself He doesn't like to hear it." Aberforth said, the firelight shining on his smudged glasses, temporarily covering his eyes, and the lenses were white again, "Grindelwald was very upset, he Get mad, say I'm a stupid little boy trying to get in the way of him and my wonderful brother...and don't I understand? Once they change the world, keep wizards from hiding and Muggles Play your part, and my poor sister will never have to hide again."

"We got into an argument... I drew my wand, he drew his, I got the Cruciatus Curse, it was my brother's best friend - and Albus tried to stop him. So the three of us started a fight." The duel, the flashes of light and the bangs of bangs irritated my sister, she couldn't take it—"

Aberforth's face was suddenly pale, as if mortally wounded, "—I guess she wanted to help, but she didn't know what she was doing, and I wondered who among us did it, who It's all possible—she's dead."

When he said the last sentence, his voice choked up, and he plopped down on the nearest chair.

"She has lived to be 14 years old... 14 years old..." His tears split along his deep wrinkles, and finally dried on this old face.

Dali and Draco were silent, they didn't know if he would continue talking.

Immediately, he wiped his nose with his sleeve, cleared his throat and came back to his senses, he was already a fierce looking old man.

"It's already curfew time, you guys have to go back." He stood up again, walked around the small table in front of them, lifted Draco by the shoulders unceremoniously, and pushed him towards Ariana's portrait .

"But we didn't report it today, I know there's a secret passage! It happened to be in the Screaming Shack!" Dali also came back to her senses and patted her head.

"There is only one way to get in now," Aberforth sighed. "You must know that the whole school has never been so guarded. According to the information I have, they have blocked all the old secret passages at both ends." Now, the walls are full of Death Eaters, the campus is regularly patrolled—you know what to do," he said to Ariana.

The girl smiled slightly, turned around and walked away. She didn't disappear beside the picture frame like the people in the usual portraits, but seemed to be walking along a long tunnel painted behind her.They watched her slender figure go further and further away, before being swallowed up by darkness.

At this time, the portrait on the wall turned into a door, which opened automatically, and a tunnel extended inward.

"Let's go, children." He pushed Dali, his eyes were burning, as if he was looking at another person, and finally he himself had a feeling of unbearable heart, and turned his head away.

Dali wanted to say something more, but Draco dragged her into the tunnel the next second, "Go, if you don't want to be caught by them."

There are smooth stone steps in the tunnel, and it seems that this passage has been there for many years.Brass lamps hung on the walls, and the dirt floor was well-trodden.They walked in the passage, and the shadows cast on the walls swayed like fans.

"Do you think what Aberforth said—" Dali was dragged forward by Draco, and suddenly there was a soft shuffling sound that startled her, and she bumped into Draco's arms At the same time, the shadow of a mouse was seen passing by them.

"What?" Draco slowed down.

"Arianna, their sister."

"The Obscure? His old thing always wants to imagine you as his sister," Draco frowned, and his tone was not very good. "He may not live long, Dumbledore gave him some hope, he Just being kind and self-indulgent, longingly missing my sister." Draco began to lash out because of Aberforth's rude attitude towards him, "I don't think they are alike at all, at most there is one thing in common."

"Look, are you speaking human language?"

"There's another mouse." Draco pointed in a direction.

"My god!" Dali buried her head in his arms without even looking, hanging on him like a koala.

"It's just as timid and cute."

The author has something to say:

Draco: We also know that Dali is timid and cute, not a substitute, cue.

Dali: Then why do you scold me when you are beaten by me?Don't you call me cute?

Draco: Are you sick?

The Great Harmony of Life in Chapter 100 has been completed in Junyang~