Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 464: Maca and Aberforth

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The furnishings in the pig’s head bar remain the same, with dust and stains everywhere. Although Maca didn't care about this, he still felt that it would be more comfortable to at least clean it up.

Of course, he didn't come here specifically to let Aberforth clean the bar tonight.

"What are you doing here? For you, there are enough places to go?" Aberforth put the glass in his hand on the counter, impatiently.

"Today is Christmas Eve. Everyone can take a break. It's okay for me to have a drink, right?" Maca said indifferently.

"A drink? Huh...really?"

Aberforth snorted unclearly, and then drew a long wine bottle from the wine rack behind him, opened the bottle cap and poured the wine into a big bottle. In the cup.

As you can see from the rich foam, it should be some kind of beer. But Maca saw that the wine was a strange grayish brown.

"Drink! Today I count this cup of yours—" Aberforth calmly looked at Maca and said, "I think you will finish it, won't you? Merry Christmas!"

As he said, he pushed the weird bundle of beer in front of Maca, and then he put on a nice look.

"Oh...okay!" Maca looked at the pint of beer meaningfully and couldn't help but nodded, "If you think this is good..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the wine glass and poured a gulp into his mouth, and his face wrinkled in an instant.

The taste, whether it is bitter or not, or spicy or not, has an unusually terrifying taste. He felt that he was quite bearable, but the smell was really hard to swallow.

But he has to drink at least a sip of this glass of wine today.

"This..." Maca swallowed hard, and then took a deep breath, "What kind of wine is this?"

"'Gamp vintage sociable wine'," Aberforth glared at him, "The brand of the Broken Cauldron Bar is named after the first Minister of Magic--"

"This is the wine that rewards 100 golden gallons after drinking?" Maca said bitterly, "No wonder no one has ever received a bonus since the eighteenth century...this...who can drink it? Huh?"

"There was only one person who could finish drinking it," Aberforth said flatly, "It's Gump himself."

"...Fortunately, you didn't say it was yourself." Maca shook his head.

"Huh, will you finish drinking it after I said it?" Aberforth said coldly, "Go ahead! Boy, why did you come to me tonight?"

Maca paused after hearing this.

To be honest, he doesn't seem to be as calm now as usual. From the perspective of others, he always feels hesitates a little inexplicably.

Although Aberforth is five big and three rough, and often vulgar and contemptuous when speaking, his mind is very delicate and he has a keen insight into other people's behavior.

Although Maca has only been here a few times, Aberforth had seen something wrong with him before.

"...Well," Maca shrugged, "Didn't you just say it? Come for a drink, that's it."

Aberforth frowned, and his white beard trembled impatiently.

"Drink it!" He pointed to the tie cup in front of Maca and said decisively.

Maca glanced at him, but this time he didn't say anything, but sighed softly. Then he grabbed the cup again, and groaned and poured half of the cup into his throat.

In the end, he really couldn't drink it in, so he had to stop the cup heavily on the bar again.

"I'm not sure what is entangled in your mind, and I don't care about those." Aberforth stared straight at Maca again, "I just want to ask you a question. Thing-are you satisfied?"

"No, I am not—" "Don't deny it!"

Maca's words were interrupted by Aberforth.

"Yes, I was not so sure just now, but from the moment you deny it, I have enough reason to be convinced of my conjecture--" Aberforth said impatiently, "Enough Right? I don’t have to worry about a child like you!"

"Hey, Aberforth..." Maca opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

But he didn't say it, but Aberforth continued.

"...Or, do you think you are also responsible for Albus's death? That's why I came to my place on Christmas Eve to mess around?" The old man glanced at him and said, "Stop dreaming, this It is entirely my brother’s own responsibility, your brain is so good-even Albus has praised you here, don’t you understand?"

Maca was silent for a while, but in the end he could only say softly with a voice that only he could hear: "...No, you don't understand."

For Albus Dumbledore himself, Maca has no guilt.

As Aberforth said, his brother's death was only his own choice, not to mention that Dumbledore did not really "die" for a true wizard.

But Dumbledore’s early death was undoubtedly a change brought about by Maca. He didn't apologize to Albus Dumbledore, but it didn't mean he didn't apologize to others either.

The death of Albus Dumbledore meant that the Aberforth Dumbledore in front of him had become a real person—he had no family members anymore.

Not only did Maca fail to recover the incident, but it also brought it to an early stage.

Aberforth is an old man who is enough to make Maca good, even if he is rude and unreasonable, and always doesn't have a good face to him, the same is true.

This sturdy old wizard is completely different from his brother. Every word he says bluntly expresses his inner feelings, and he never acts in a concealed manner.

So, Maca failed to treat Professor Dumbledore as a very close person from beginning to end, but was always willing to make friends with his younger brother.

But where can Maca talk about "Dumbledore's death early"?

He just didn't expect that Aberforth not only has a pretty good memory, but he is also very keen in insight, so he guessed his ideas so quickly.

It can only be said that this Christmas Eve tonight, he is indeed a little too relaxed.

"... Albus's death has nothing to do with you, I can still be sure of this."

Aberforth took back the cup in front of Maca, then opened him a bottle of Butterbeer, and said casually, "Before he left, he had come to me once..."

As he said, he glanced at the back room seemingly inadvertently. In the direction he could see, there was a magical portrait of a young girl hung, but it was not visible here.

Maca knew that Professor Dumbledore came here to take a look at his sister with his brother.

"Dumbledore... I mean, what did your brother tell you?" Maca asked.

"I didn't say anything," Aberforth said grumpily, "what would he say? He has been like this since he was a child, and he can't say anything...but if he doesn't say it, I can't see it anymore. I knew when I saw him, my younger brother is back! My mind is full of unrealistic ideas..."

"Uh..." The younger brother accused him of a conflict between the family members, so Maca could not comment.

"...So I also know that no matter what he died for, it is undoubtedly his own choice." Aberforth said coldly, "I care if he will die? Anyway, he is very old. Which one can’t see through?"

"That..." Maca said nonchalantly, "Have you heard of the funeral? Will you go?"

"Huh, do you want me to go?" Aberforth asked intentionally.

He said that, and Maca knew it in his heart—this old man had a clear mind and was able to hide things in his heart. No wonder Professor Dumbledore could rest assured that he could lurch here as an eyeliner.

To say that this Aberforth is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, in fact, not many people know it. Especially since the rebuilding of the Order of the Phoenix, it was Kingsley and Moody who had negotiated with him.

Even Mondungus, who occasionally makes some deals with him, doesn’t know that this bar owner is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix~IndoMTL.com~Okay! "Maca nodded clearly, "At that time, some personnel scheduling matters will be handed over to you-I will let Kingsley explain to you, and you and him will be responsible. "

"Hmm." Aberforth snorted, indicating that he would cooperate.

This operation is not as convenient as it used to be, especially on the command side. It will definitely require more manpower to adjust temporarily.

Because the situation this time is not easy to predict, it is difficult to make a series of plans in advance.

Maca heated up his butterbeer, then poured it into his throat, and drank it upright after a while.

Since Aberforth was so calm about his brother's death, it is naturally difficult for him to care about it anymore. Even if you still feel guilty, you can only put it aside and stop thinking about it.

After finishing the drink, Makaha sighed, stood up and walked out.

"Anyway, be careful, this time the situation may be a little messy." He left such a sentence, opened the wooden door of the bar, and left.

Aberforth watched the door close, then cleared the wine glass, closed the door in advance, and walked in the back room.

Pig Tou Bar rarely closes early, but today is Christmas Eve, and there will be basically no guests. Even if someone wants to go out for a drink and chat, most of them will go to the three broomsticks on the other side of Hogsmeade instead of running here.

Aberforth sat at the small table in the back room, poured himself a little wine, and then looked at the portrait on the wall.

"Arianna, Merry Christmas."

The calm-faced Goldilocks in the painting nodded gently at him, with an invisible smile on her mouth. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.