Chapter 589：

The tall Auror said calmly: "We are not those idiots."

Idiot?

Lippi glanced at the Auror and said calmly: "What a coincidence, I mean, the timing of your raid."

"Countries are pursuing Grindelwald's traces, but he is like a ghost that cannot be caught."

"We have our own intelligence." The tall Auror glanced at Lippi, "We are more willing to take action to make magic great."

"Um?"

"It's time for you to leave."

The tall Auror interrupted Lippi to ask again, staring at Lippi unkindly.

"Your companion is outside."

"ok, I get it."

Lippi nodded and walked out.

The Auror watched him leave before leaving.

This grand summit after the capture of Grindelwald is over.

Their goals have disappeared, and there is no point in staying here.

Old Barty was walking in a gathering place for wizards in Poland, frowning at the economic depression around him.

"I thought I was entering the ghetto," Pierce said in disbelief.

"The Muggle War affected this place." Old Barty said, knowledgeable, "Coupled with the subsequent corruption, this place has never been able to recover."

"It's hard to imagine." Pierce suddenly understood the Polish Minister of Magic.

An already bad situation was made worse by Grindelwald.

Lippi came over and Old Batty asked, "How's it going?"

"I used the Appearance Spell, and there was no change, except for one thing." Lippi whispered, "There is a scar on Grindelwald's finger."

"I see."

Old Barty looked back at the Aurors following him and said, "Let's leave."

In the Minister of Magic's office.

The tall Auror reported Lippi's matter to the Polish Minister of Magic.

"He may have discovered something."

The tall Auror said: "Do I need to deal with it?"

"Keep it first."

Gradually changing back to Grindelwald, Grindelwald came to the windmill painting to admire it.

"I don't understand, why here? This place is poor, corrupt, and weak." The tall Auror asked in confusion.

Grindelwald glanced at him and said meaningfully: "Joel taught me a truth. Only the strong are worthy of being followed. The smaller you are, the more you aspire to be taller."

"They are as humble as dust, but I can make them great."

Grindelwald took out the Elder Wand and murmured to himself: "Survival of the fittest, survival of the strong."

"Power is supreme."

"I saw my own failure, so I chose another way."

Looking at the windmill hanging on the wall, what was there originally was a copy of the Secrecy Act.

Grindelwald has never changed, his goal has always been the same.

Let wizards live openly and let magic be great again.

But this time, he chose another path.

A different path than before.

Survival of the fittest, the dedication of a few can awaken the majority.

"This time, I saw far enough, Joel."

…

The Pig's Head Tavern.

The three people stared at each other.

On the two ears of the goat, there is a star hanging on each ear, like a swing.

"Wipe this place clean."

John glanced at the table and ordered very rudely.

Aberforth paused for a moment and was about to get angry.

Then I saw Ariana poking the table with her finger. There was something on it, whether it was oil stains or someone's nose.

A tooth that flew out from the last fight and was embedded in a pillar also attracted Ariana.

Aberforth walked into the counter, took out the rag that had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and used a cleaning spell to reveal its original yellow color.

Of course, it is possible that yellow is not the original color.

Aberforth came over and wiped the table diligently. After wiping, he was about to leave when John pointed to the stool again.

Aberforth, with a dark face, went over and wiped the stool carefully.

After John touched it to confirm, he sat down.

"any drinks?"

"Is there butterbeer here?" John glanced at Ariana and said calmly, "Of course, I hope it's hot."

Aberforth did not refute, but walked into the room behind the counter and tinkered there for a while.

Two glasses of butterbeer were taken out. The cups looked like new ones.

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Chapter 605 Aberforth, Dumbledore’s gift

During this process, Ariana kept looking at Aberforth curiously.

Aberforth avoided her gaze and walked behind the counter.

John picked up the butterbeer and took a sip. Well, the temperature was just right.

It was just one sip, and John stopped drinking.

In fact, it was the taste of butterbeer that made him not want to drink it.

Ariana picked it up and took a sip. John glanced at Aberforth, who didn't dare to come over, and said casually: "Yes, it's her."

Ariana looked over, wondering who John was talking to.

John said calmly: "Didn't he tell you that I have some talent in Legilimency?"

"This is not a surprising thing. Your brain is as clear as glass now."

"I thought he would tell you this."

Everything in Aberforth's mind was revealed by John. Aberforth was silent for a while and asked: "How did you..."

He didn't remember it like Dumbledore. Even Dumbledore only recalled this incident after he was close to death.

John shrugged, "It's better you don't know."

"I don't want Ariana to think that she is alone," John looked at Aberforth and said seriously, "You are his brother, and she has the right to know."

"Brother?" Ariana looked at Aberforth suspiciously.

This once-familiar title now belongs to John.

Aberforth asked: "Is she okay?"

"It's getting better," John stood up, took Ariana's hand and came to Aberforth, "Ariana Dumbledore Wick, this is her current name."

"This is good." Aberforth lowered his eyes, "It's better than being around us."

Aberforth's mind was in confusion.

From the moment he saw Ariana, he couldn't calm down. The indifference he showed was just a disguise after his feelings reached their extreme.

"You were once her favorite brother," John shook his head, "even though you were a failure."

Aberforth did not refute. He looked at John and said seriously: "I don't want you to let Ariana come back."

"He and I are both failed brothers. With Ariana by your side, I see her getting better."

From the moment Ariana walked in, Aberforth had been observing her.

Ariana is now much more cheerful than before. She is under control, and the terrifying power is hidden in her body.

There is no safer place than staying with the Second King.

"I will not imprison her, she is free to go wherever she goes." John said lightly, "She will soar into the sky one day, and I will open all obstacles for her."

Aberforth took a deep breath and said with a voice trembling with gratitude: "Thank you."

John saved Ariana and was willing to let his incompetent brother meet, which was more tolerance than anything else.

"I am willing to do things for you." He said this.

John shook his head and said, "I don't use my family as a bargaining chip."

He let go of Ariana's hand and said to her: "I think you will like him, Aberforth Dumbledore."

Hearing that name, Ariana reacted.

She came out from behind John and looked at her brother.

She wanted to find the shadow of her brother, but failed.

But she smiled and said, "Just like my great-grandfather, you showed me his paintings."

"I have more paintings that I haven't shown you." Aberforth said seriously, "Ariana."

He stretched out his hand. Ariana hesitated for a moment and put her hand on it.

The two went to the door behind the counter. Ariana stopped and looked back at John, "Do you want to wait for me, brother?"

John smiled and said: "I will always be there."

Ariana was relieved and happily went in with Aberforth.

There, there are countless paintings that Aberforth left behind with guilt over the past century.

If he were not a wizard, he might be a painter in the Muggle world.

Before the butterbeer went cold, Ariana came out.

John took her to find Mrs. Wick.

Ariana waved to Aberforth as she reached the door.

"Goodbye, brother."

Aberforth waved goodbye.

Until the two figures disappeared completely, Aberforth sat down.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, immersed in the joy of Ariana's resurrection.

"Hogwarts...King."

He looked at the cold butterbeer.

He seemed to understand why that child could become the king respected by everyone.

"You don't need your family as a bargaining chip, Wick is where you belong, Ariana."

Aberforth understood that he had lost.