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Chapter 448 Cruciatus
Chapter 448 Cruciatus
The Sorting Hat flickered its headlights, casting the light far into the distance.
When Ms. Rosmerta was photographed, she panicked and went into the room.
"Oh, the Three Broomsticks are awesome," it muttered, correcting Harry.
Not finished.
Hermione took out her wand, tapped it on the dashboard, and coughed menacingly.
The Sorting Hat froze.
It twisted the handle awkwardly: "Oh, my God, there is something wrong with my headlights! I just replaced the xenon lamps, damn black-hearted businessmen!"
"Let's go to the bar quickly."
"I also want to have a cup of warm oil."
Grindelwald nodded: "Alright, I haven't been to the bar for a long time, let's go."
"I'm not familiar with this place, Mr. Dumbledore, can you show me the way?"
Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."
He walked forward, Grindelwald at his side.
The Sorting Hat wanted to fly away. It felt that as a hat, it shouldn't be in this place, but Hermione was still on him, and it couldn't carry Hermione away.
Slow Toto, pulling out a long and narrow line on the snow.
Harry stopped talking, too.
The three of them just kept silent and walked to the Pig's Head Bar.
Hogsmeade suddenly changed, Gringotts was attacked by goblins again, and the wizarding world was in turmoil for a while.Although the Pig's Head Bar was still open, there were no customers. Only Aberforth was resting on the counter.
"We have guests." Harry waved his wand, and a stone flew up, knocking on the door.
Aberforth raised his head and frowned: "Harry, why don't you worry about Hogwarts?"
While speaking, his eyes fell on the two people beside Harry, and he stopped abruptly.
"Grindelwald!" Aberforth slapped the table, glaring and gnashing his teeth.
He is very old.
Haven't seen it for decades.
But his face has already been pierced into the depths of the bone marrow, and it is closely connected with this broken life.
Grindelwald looked at him generously.
Dumbledore dodged a little, stepping aside, half hiding behind Harry.
"Don't be so excited, Mr. Aberforth," Harry said softly.
Aberforth turned his head and fixed his eyes on Harry: "Mr. Potter, don't be so passionate about doing this kind of thing, it's boring."
"Closed now, the Hog's Head is closed today"
Harry cut him off: "No, not like you think."
"The current Grindelwald is a homeless stray dog."
Aberforth remained unmoved even when he scolded him with harsh words.
In his heart, these words can even be said to beautify Grindelwald.
Grindelwald opened his mouth and took the initiative to explain: "Harry is right, I am a homeless stray dog now."
"Voldemort came to find me, in order to find the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."
"I am not his opponent. Fortunately, the Celestial Eye gave me a warning, so that I can prepare myself and escape from his pursuit."
"In the whole world, only Hogwarts can protect me, so I have to escape here."
Having said that, he paused.
"Mr. Potter, and Principal Dumbledore don't seem to fully trust me yet. They don't intend to put me in the castle at this time. We can only find a bar to sit down and have a good talk."
"The Three Broomsticks are closed."
Following the Sorting Hat who came in, he twisted the handlebar awkwardly, and the engine roared slightly.
Aberforth raised his wand and pointed it at Grindelwald: "It is more suitable for you to go to the Shrieking Shack than to come to me."
"You know."
"I'll take the Unforgivable Curse too."
Grindelwald stood without speaking or making any movements. The gaze cast from his eyes met Aberforth's.
In Aberforth's auburn gaze, there was a look in those deep blue eyes.
What he wants to capture.
but.
Candid.
No guilt.
Grindelwald felt guilty, but that was only for Albus Dumbledore, not Aberforth, the Dumbledore.He doesn't regret what he has done in his life, he just feels guilty for hurting his lover's heart.
Blue is a color that is easy to calm people down.
But Aberforth watched, his anger growing.
He didn't even feel guilty.
In front of myself!In front of him, who had killed his sister, wife and children, he didn't even have any guilt in his eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He roared and uttered the spell, and a green light flashed——
Grindelwald stood upright, he could react to this slow speed of chanting, but he didn't do anything.
Dumbledore subconsciously raised his hand and raised his wand.
Harry snapped his hand down.
Subconsciously, Hermione's eyelids trembled.
Boom—the spell hit the threshold above Grindelwald's head, sawdust flying, and the old, ugly pig's head was overwhelmed, and fell hard, hitting the ground, splashing a burst of snowflakes.
Aberforth looked at Grindelwald in disgust, and he didn't choose to kill him, but why, he didn't even hide?
Hide!
Even if his body has a subconscious reaction like his brother's.
Just one click, just one click.
He can convince himself that he is standing here not to apologize or to reconcile, but to take advantage of the situation and force himself to choose to expose it.
As long as you convince yourself, you can really make up your mind to kill him.
But he didn't, why not?
Grindelwald looked at Aberforth quietly, he accepted all his fate, whether he died here or not.
"Cruciate!" he said again.
Grindelwald still did not dodge, the power of the Cruciatus Curse spread to his whole body, he did not choose to resist, bearing the spell, no matter how mentally, the body was honest, he fell to the ground in pain, twisted and struggled.
Dumbledore turned his head, unable to bear to look.
Harry walked into the house, waved his wand, cast a cleaning spell, wiped the old dusty table clean, removed the dirt from the floor, and turned to look at Hermione: "What would you like to drink?"
"Butterbeer would be fine," Hermione replied.
Harry looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, are you still honey water?"
Dumbledore sighed, how could he be in the mood to drink at this time, but he couldn't do anything.
Even if Aberforth killed Grindelwald, it was justified.
Fate does not love his brother.
And it was Grindelwald who caused all the misery and messed up his innocent brother's life.
Harry waved his wand, and the Levitation Charm drew Dumbledore, and he sat down at the table.
Two whiskeys and a butterbeer floated from the counter.
Dumbledore picked up the wine glass and tasted this alcoholic drink that he hadn't drunk for a long time. After being drunk, it was bitter and spicy, and the heat rolled into his throat and intestines, which stimulated him to want to cry.
(End of this chapter)