Chapter 2008

Aberforth never liked too bright places.

Therefore, no matter in the pig head bar before or in the house in this refuge community now, there are only one or two lights left in the house.

In addition, the thick curtains block out the light. Even at dawn, his house is still very dark.

It's afternoon right now. Aberforth is counting the supplies in the storeroom next to the kitchen - as the basic food and water are regularly transported and supplied by the Bulova family, there's nothing to worry about the normal consumption for the time being. But since he reopened the bar here, he provided everyone with a place to kill time and gather people for discussion. Does that wine always have to be prepared?

Unfortunately, the inventory he brought out from the cellar of the pig head bar at that time is now running out.

"... there's no flame whisky? Hum, that damn bald dog sneaked to me to steal wine again... He'll come back later and see if I have to beat him out!"

When the old man reached out and pushed the barrel, he heard that there was almost no sound of liquid sloshing in it. He suddenly scolded angrily, and then frowned and picked up the empty barrel and put it on the other side.

It was also at this time that a knock on the door suddenly sounded from the direction of the back door, and the familiar rhythm made aberforth slightly pick his eyebrows.

"So early today?"

Unknowingly, aberforth has gradually become accustomed to Charlotte's existence - although the little girl's appearance is not like his late sister Ariana, and her character is even different. But I have to say that in some small places, there are some similarities between the two.

Perhaps... This is the biggest reason why albus, who doesn't like to get too close to others, can gradually accept Charlotte's help!

However, it is worth mentioning that Charlotte is more and more similar to the introverted and silent Ariana!

"Come in!" aberforth answered loudly without looking back when he heard the knock at the door. "Is it necessary for people who come every day to knock like they came for the first time?"

However, Charlotte did not give any answer. She just silently came in from the back door of the kitchen next door, put on her apron, put on her sleeves, twisted a rag and wiped the table at the bar in the living room without saying a word.

Aberforth gave a little meal, stood in place and listened for a few seconds, but finally he could only shake his head gently.

After counting all the remaining wine in the storeroom, he went to the living room again. Seeing that Charlotte was still cleaning the table and washing the wine glasses, he paused slightly, and then said:

"Take a break when you're ready. Many people will come tonight. It's estimated that it will be very late... I'll go upstairs to make up my sleep. Don't call me if you have nothing."

With that, he turned and walked out of the bar and went straight to the side stairs. But before he stepped on the first step, he heard a "click" from the front door.

Because the front door hasn't been opened yet, it's probably because someone came and pushed the door. In short, it seems that a "guest" has arrived in advance.

"I'll go."

Charlotte said softly, then put down the rag in her hand and walked to the door. Now, the one outside began to knock on the door.

"Dudu --

"Click."

When Charlotte drove out to have a look, she found Sirius standing outside. When he saw Charlotte, he smiled at each other.

"Oh, you too? Good afternoon... I thought I had to go through the back door again today. Aberforth takes a nap in the afternoon almost every day."

As he said this, he walked in naturally. But soon he saw aberforth standing in front of the stairs, looking at himself unhappily.

"I don't welcome wine thieves here! Get out quickly and don't let me throw you out myself!"

"Hey, Albus, I just want to have a drink today."

Sirius had just returned from busbarton. If someone else had changed, he would have wanted to ask him about Mrs. Maxim's letter immediately. And this is undoubtedly what he is having a headache.

Fortunately, aberforth was not curious about those things. He didn't have to worry too much for the time being. And obviously, aberforth has become much more tolerant than in the past.

"Thieves can be divided between today and yesterday!"

Although he said so, aberforth didn't really want to drive him away. Watching Sirius walk to the bar, he didn't hurry upstairs at all, but turned and walked back to the storeroom.

"The same as before!"

Sirius added, but aberforth ignored it.

Before long, he took a bottle to the back of the bar, took a cup at random, and then put it heavily in front of Sirius.

"The flame whisky has been drunk by a bald dog who is used to being a thief. Now there is only ordinary monk whisky." abufus said impatiently, "I want to drink it myself."

"Of course, which time didn't you pour it yourself?"

Without paying attention to the "bald dog" and so on, Sirius pulled out his wand and nibbled on the edge of the glass. With the "clang" sound, several pieces of ice jumped and fell into the cup.

After pouring himself half a cup, Sirius lifted his neck and drank it in one gulp. Then he slowly spit out a mouthful of turbidity.

Aberforth, who is used to observing guests, naturally has long seen that there are troubles in his heart, but... Now, who doesn't have enough troubles to pile up! This is not surprising.

Otherwise, why is there so little wine in his storeroom?

"By the way, aberforth, I want to ask you a little question." Sirius poured some amber wine again, took a sip, and then suddenly seemed to think of something without raising his head. "When aberforth left... What kind of feeling was in your heart?"

"Are you sure you want to listen?"

Upon hearing the speech, aberforth glanced at him with a frown. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he glanced and said:

"It's simple - it's a quick death!"

"Cough, cough..."

Sirius choked.

Although he knew more or less that there seemed to be some contradictions between the Dumbledore brothers, he was still speechless when he heard aberforth's answer.

Whether this is serious or not, at least... It is probably not something that ordinary people can do to describe the death of their own brothers.

"Forget it," Sirius waved his hand and shook his head. "You forget it. It can't be used as a reference."

After saying that, he immediately took another big sip of wine and swallowed all the helplessness in his heart.