Chapter 533： Aberforth

The night in early October can already make people feel chills. The village of Hogsmeade looked gloomy and dark. Felix walked on the empty street, and there was no one in it. Even the patrolling Aurors and the strikers were looking for a place. To keep warm and avoid the cold, they won't come out unless someone presses the alarm or triggers the Howling Curse.

The huts and shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the Pig's Head Bar was no exception, but Felix found a faint light through the gap between the closed doors and windows. After stubbornly knocking on the door for two minutes, the door finally opened.

At the door stood a face that looked exactly like Dumbledore, but with an angry face. The old man was tall and thin, and stood firmly in front of him.

"Why didn't I find out before." Felix murmured.

"It's closed, come back tomorrow if you have anything!" The bar owner said in an aggressive tone, he also has a long beard, but the color is gray.

"There is no reason to drive the guests out," Felix chuckled, head tilted to one side, "Let me go in, I see two people drinking in the corner! One more thing, your business hours can be It's late."

The owner of the Pig’s Head, and the only barman—Aberforth Dumbledore stared, and Felix’s direction was only the cold wall, but if he walked through the wall, he would find that his statement was not bad. .

"They are lodging." Aberforth said.

Felix shrugged and did not answer. The two faced each other for a few seconds, and Aberforth reluctantly stepped aside.

"Don't cause trouble, or I will throw you out." He threatened in a low voice, and closed the door when Felix entered.

Felix stood in the room and looked around. The bar was small and smelled of sheep mutton. It might be due to the night. The light was also very dim, and a few candle heads were burning quietly. He glanced quickly at the only table of guests in the bar, it was almost midnight, so neither of the two had any disguise, allowing Felix to see their faces clearly.

There are two bottles of spirits on the table, the bottles are dirty.

It’s a coincidence, Felix thought, those two faces were exactly the same as the information he had read. They happened to be the second of the three targets he was looking for. They were a group of infamous dark wizards who had been instigated in many countries. Under the murder.

He walked toward the bar casually, but the two dark wizards were stunned. The target that had been planning appeared so suddenly, making them a little bit ready to move. However, it is said that Felix Hep is extraordinary in his strength. He made a big splash in the Quidditch World Cup and knocked down hundreds of wizards by himself. The numbers are also quite amazing.

Their eyes followed Felix all the way to the front of the bar and sat down. At this moment, Aberforth also flashed in through the side door of the bar and returned to his familiar position.

"What wine do you want?" he asked gruffly, picking up a tattered rag and wiping the goblet.

"A glass of Fire Whiskey--oh, forget it." Felix looked at the dirty rag in Aberforth's hand. The thing looked like it hadn't been changed for hundreds of years, and the stone was completely unrecognizable. The ground seems to be the product of the same era.

"I want to ask for a piece of news." Felix said. His words caught the attention of the two wizards in the corner. They listened carefully, but Felix knocked on the countertop and they couldn't hear anything.

"I'm not an intelligence dealer, an information broker, I'm just the owner of a bar." The old man said impatiently.

On the other side, the two dark wizards looked at each other.

"Do you want to do it?" one of them asked, licking his lips.

"Wait a minute, the hostess is not easy to provoke. He threw out a dozen unruly people in the past two days. When Felix Haip leaves, we will follow him and wait for the opportunity..."

"Would you like to inform the third child? He drank a lot of alcohol, and the fourth and fifth children did not come back."

"Don't startle the snake, it won't be good to get the person's attention." Another dark wizard said with a gloomy face. It is an old magic wand. If you succeed, the more people deal with it, the more troublesome it will be.

The two dark wizards obviously didn't know that they had also become the object of other people's discussions. On the bar, Felix squinted slightly in the corner of the corner, and Aberforth also took a look at him.

...

"I'm taking three people away." Felix continued, as if he hadn't heard what the other person said. "Including those two." His tone was like a normal ordering guest.

The barman at the Pig's Head took a deep look at him, with the dirty rag in his hand hanging in the air, and he whispered, "Do you think I will agree?"

"You should be able to understand my concerns, they are all dangerous elements... where they are responsible." Felix said.

"Oh? Aren't you the famous Professor Haipu? When did you start the Auror job?" Aberforth Dumbledore said sarcastically. "Is it because of the damn, overwhelming sense of responsibility?" "His blue eyes are exactly the same as those of his brother, but no matter how Felix looks, he can't associate this color with the calm and vast deep sea.

His eyes were filled with irritable emotions, as if the stormy waves would be rolled up at any time.

Felix expressed his understanding, after all, his younger brother was always more lively.

"Speaking of this, I unknowingly already have a lot of identity, and occasionally I will be troubled by it," Felix said with a smile, not at all distressed, "Just tell me recently, I'm still hanging on my body. The title of an advisor to the Ministry of Magic, and a bounty hunter specially approved by the Ministry of Magic."

"Bounty hunter?" Aberforth seemed confused.

"Yes, it's like a vampire hunter, except that the latter has been considered an illegal occupation, and my bounty hunter status was only recently approved." Felix said happily, shaking his left hand. A piece of parchment suddenly appeared in the sight of the two of them, "Do I need to show it to you for inspection?"

Aberforth stared at the Ministry of Magic seal on the parchment, breathing quickly.

"Bang!" He hit the bar with a punch, and the bottles shook for a while. This made Felix find another difference between him and Principal Dumbledore. It may be because of his habit of doing physical work. His joints were thick and his veins protruding.

He said roughly: "If I met someone like you who juggles the law twenty years ago, I would break your nose with a punch and throw you out again—"

"I was only four years old at that time, are you sure to do this?" Felix grinned.

Aberforth glared at him, tired of the stubborn kid in front of him. He didn't like to read at first, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. After graduation, he had dealt with quill pens and parchment paper only a few times. Now I can't control my anger.

He admitted that he had a prejudice against Felix Hap, this prejudice was due to the person who lived in the principal's office at Hogwarts Castle. And they belong to the same group.

But he suddenly thought of a good idea. This idea didn't appear many times in his life, so he decided not to waste this inspiration. Aberforth said in an ironic tone: "So you want to tell me that when you were four years old, it was as bad as now?"

"To some extent-yes, I'm more mature than ordinary children." The person opposite him smiled, "I've said so much, I want you to understand that I have enough legitimate reasons, of course. , I don’t want to be too violent, in case you encounter embarrassment when meeting in private, it’s you embarrassed...I have always been popular."

He was referring to the Order of the Phoenix. Combining this old man's name with the customer base of the Pig's Head Bar, Felix knew that this was another pair of Principal Dumbledore's eyes.

After being quiet for a while, Aberforth sniffed and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't tell me that it was Albus's order."

"Of course not, it's my own decision."

Felix stepped out of the area covered by the spell and creaked on the floor. The two wizards in the corner looked over, staring at the wand he had just taken out of his pocket. For a time, there was only the crackling and burning sound of the fire in the pig's head bar.

"Do you want it? It's a rare opportunity, just miss it—" Felix said in a seductive voice.

"Boy, shut up!" Aberforth was furious.

The two dark wizards glanced at each other, their identities seemed to be exposed, "Do it!"

Felix stepped forward and his eyes lit up with stars. One of the dark wizards shook his body, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer on the back of his head. His body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground. The other dark wizard was still calm, not because The loss of the companion made him panicked.

Although the fear in his eyes was about to overflow, his movements remained smooth.

He raised his wand, the tip of the wand condensed a deep black light, "The decay--" Felix took another step, stabbed the wand, and squeezed the last word of the black wizard back-in a physical sense, he A large part of his chest collapsed, and his whole body hit the wall.

"There is one left, in room nine."

Felix looked up the stairs. This was the news he had just received. Behind the bar, Aberforth looked angry and pointed his wand at him.

"Get out of here! This is not a place where you can fool around. Just count those two and do it first. I won't hold them accountable, but you don't want to drag my guest off the bed."

"It's touching, you should know what they are, and I only pick the most dangerous ones..." Felix said, but Aberforth didn't mean to give in at all, stubbornly holding his wand.

"My bar has been open for decades, and I know what rules I have to follow." He said dumbly, his expression very scary.

"What if I insist?" Felix looked at him.

"You can try!"

"Okay." Felix took a step back, seemingly compromised.

But the wand in his hand swiped downwards, and the air rippled like water, piled up layers of folds. This small and dark room suddenly lit up for a moment, and a strong light burst out of Felix, and then quickly dimmed.

Aberforth looked at him vigilantly, the curse was ready to be cast, but soon he opened his mouth wide in surprise, which made Felix quite novel, and the face that resembled him never showed such an expression. .

The silver halo spread to the surroundings, and all the furnishings wherever he went, all the furnishings became brand new, the greasy and muddy floor became smooth and smooth; the gray copper candlestick was yellow and orange, shimmering with metallic luster; Aberforth picked up the table Looking at the rag, the stains in the cracks in the wood covered by the rag disappeared...

His bar seems to have a new look, just like when he first took over.

But all this lasted only a few seconds, and soon the things in the house returned to their original appearance.

"What did you do?" Aberforth asked, frowning. He didn't see what happened, this was the worst. He is not weak-to be precise, much stronger than the average person. As a result, he could obviously feel that the house he had lived in for decades had become unfamiliar, and a depressive atmosphere enveloped him and isolated him.

If the rag in his hand suddenly jumped up for him the next second, he would definitely not be surprised.

Felix put away his wand and waved to him.

"We each back down, and everyone knows that I don't go up, but if that person comes down by himself and decides to go with me, it's none of your business."

"Transfiguration?" Aberforth didn't respond, he lowered his head and thought for a while before blurting out.

This answer made Felix a little curious as well, and he couldn't help asking: "Can Principal Dumbledore do something similar?" This was a skill he figured out himself.

"If you mean controlling a piece of terrain," Aberforth mumbled, "he did it in 1945, but it's hard to say now."

"That legendary duel? Were you there?"

"Legend? Legend?" Aberforth sneered.

He calmed down suddenly, put his wand back in his pocket, and started to wipe the goblet with the dirty rag, but he looked absent-minded and looked in the direction of the stairs from time to time. After a while, there was movement from the upper floor. He stopped the movement at hand and stared at the dark stairway, as if to confirm something.

A person floated out sideways.

He has a red face, yellow hair, scars and pits on his face, and one leg is dragged on the ground.

Behind the bar, Aberforth suddenly widened his eyes. The dark wizard who lived in Room 9 did not float down by himself, but was picked up by someone. He was very familiar with the appearance of that person. Every day he looked in the mirror. Can see--

It was another Aberforth Dumbledore.

"Thanks, Aberforth." Felix said mischievously, \'Aberforth\' who was carrying the black wizard was silent, and dropped the black wizard in his hand to the ground, "Bang." Behind the bar. The real Aberforth's eyelids twitched, and a big bag bulged on the head of the dark wizard, which was obviously smashed by something.

Before he could ask, he knew that this hapless wanted criminal was stunned by something: he suddenly jumped up and returned to his original form in mid-air—a copper candle holder. The candlestick fell on the bar, staggered, and stopped in front of him after spinning twice.

Aberforth probably guessed how Felix did it: he used a certain method to spread his magic power throughout the bar. The principle is probably the same as when he knew exactly where the two dark wizards were before entering the door. ? And this dark wizard didn’t know that the danger was coming in his sleep, or alcohol made him lose his due vigilance. In short, the metal candlestick at the head of his bed floated in the air, stunned him alive, and then the candlestick transformed into his own appearance. , Carrying the black wizard downstairs...

"I hate pranks." Aberforth glared at Felix and said stiffly: "Your goal has been achieved, you can go."

"Do you need me to convey your greetings to Albus?"

"No need," Aberforth exclaimed, he had had enough tonight.

"If I say, I will come tomorrow night—"

"Get out!"

Felix stopped talking, he beckoned, together with the two three dark wizards who had fainted before, hung in the air in a string, silently following behind him, "Then I will leave. Yes, Mr. Dumbledore." He finished speaking and walked towards the door.

Aberforth stared at Felix's back, unspeakably weird. He keenly felt that this young man resembled his elder brother in some respects, and his polite appearance hides imperceptible brutality. And stubbornness—someone always uses these words to describe himself, but his violent temper is just more obvious.

But they were completely different, and Aberforth thought to himself, at least the guy who lived in the principal's office at Hogwarts wouldn't do what it is today. He suddenly stopped Felix:

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Send them where they should go. Unfortunately, I don't want to do that either." Felix replied.

Aberforth was taken aback. "Are you going to kill them?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, your ideas are amazing. I just want to exchange them for some money-I told you from the beginning that I am a bounty hunter." Felix turned around and said to the old man, his spoils Squeezing each other, rubbing his head against the ceiling.

It turned out to be handed over to the Ministry of Magic...

"However, I did meet two lost guys on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They touched the Hogwarts wall—" Felix pushed open the door of the bar, and a gust of wind came in, making the old man's hands tremble. shake. Felix broke out of the bar with one foot, and at the same time directed the three black wizards suspended in the air to float out one by one.

"What then?" Aberforth asked.

He felt that this young man's personality was full of evil tastes. If he didn't ask this sentence, he would have left. He hated half-talkers, because he would not sleep all night.

"Of course it's dead." Felix said quietly, and the door closed behind him.