owlsbooks Chapter 449 Go!
Chapter 449 Go!
Chapter 449 Go!
Harry pulled Hermione to talk to Dumbledore.
As if at the door, nothing happened.
Dumbledore couldn't help but wanted to take a few more glances, but he couldn't bear to look at it. Holding the wine glass, he was very contradictory. Without saying a few words, Dundun drank several times the whiskey.
Grindelwald is a tough guy.
Even though he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, he didn't even utter a painful cry, he held on, and raised his hand when he couldn't hold on, locking his tongue.
He struggled and twisted—this was an inevitable physiological reaction under the torment of the curse.
But even with this struggle and distortion, he tried his best to restrain himself.
Magic is the power of the mind.
Aberforth was full of hatred, and he was full of hatred, urging the Cruciatus Curse to become stronger.
He stared at Grindelwald fiercely, and continued to output magic power, with a complicated expression in his eyes.
Bow your head!
Bow your head to yourself!
Howling in pain, and then begging for mercy, wouldn't he be able to stop casting spells?
But no matter how painful Grindelwald was, he had no intention of begging for mercy.
Lie on the ground like a piece of steel.
Either be tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse, or wait for Aberforth to stop casting spells on his own initiative.
Dumbledore sighed, looking at Harry wistfully with tears in his eyes: "Harry."
Harry shook his head: "Albus, that's their business."
Holding the cup, Hermione looked at the two people with blurred eyes: "Why?"
She was puzzled.
After the first Death Curse was deliberately missed, she realized that the hatred may not have disappeared, but Aberforth would not kill Grindelwald.
Harry lowered his voice and explained: "Because Aberforth has lost a lot, he knows how painful it is to lose, and he also realizes that his brother has also lost a lot, and now Grindelwald is almost Albus last wish to have”
till the end.
This man who loves his family has always loved his brother.
Hermione shook her head and interrupted Harry: "No, it's not that I don't understand why Aberforth didn't kill Grindelwald, but why Grindelwald has such an attitude."
"Obviously just need to be soft"
Just saying "I'm sorry" will do the trick.
Dumbledore sighed: "Gellert is not that kind of person."
He drank the remaining half glass of whiskey, stretched out his hand for Harry to refill, and went on: "He's very proud."
"He never felt like he was doing something wrong."
Dumbledore paused for a moment, and drank another half glass of whiskey: "His resistance was never a magical world, but fate, but he lost."
"He didn't lose to me, but to fate."
"We are all the same. Under fate, we are complete losers."
"He has no guilt towards Aberforth, and coming here on the grounds of Voldemort is already the best he can do, bowing his head to the greatest extent."
He paused again, looked back at Grindelwald and the other Dumbledore.
"He has already bowed his head, and it is impossible to bend his waist down again."
Harry didn't speak, just continued to refill Dumbledore's drink.
more than an hour later.
Dumbledore was sprawled on the table, drunk as hell.
Grindelwald was so breathless, lying on the ground with a pale face, panting heavily, and thick milky white water mist spit out from his nostrils and mouth.
Aberforth withdrew the spell, panting too.
With a flick of his wrist, he cast a levitating spell and threw Grindelwald out the door: "You will never be welcome here, you. Scumbag!"
Grindelwald stretched out his hand tremblingly, snapped his fingers tremblingly, and lifted the spell in his mouth.
Panting heavily, the sound of "ho chi ho chi" came out of his mouth.
Aberforth turned and pointed with his wand.
Dumbledore's glass disappeared.
"Let me see how much you drink?" He walked in step by step, counting the bottles on the table, "Ha, five bottles of whiskey, half a bottle of butterbeer?"
"Harry, hurry up and check out."
"I'm closing the door."
As he spoke, he paused and looked at Dumbledore with disgust: "Take this rotten drunkard."
"I only have some crowns here." Harry raised his hand, jingling, and a pile of coins that Aberforth had never seen floated out from the sorting hat. "Garon didn't bring it with him."
"And I only drank two whiskeys, and Albus drank the rest."
"You'd better wait for him to sober up and come to collect the debt."
Aberforth pouted.
Harry got up, took out his wand, waved upwards, and floated Dumbledore up: "If Albus doesn't pay back the money, I can help you contact the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, and they will take care of the owed money if they don't pay it back." Make it into fireworks and put them on for a month in Hogsmeade, we will only charge you the cost price for the relationship between the two of us, I promise."
"Get lost!" Aberforth gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.
Harry left smiling.
Wait until he walks to the door.
Aberforth called him back: "Harry."
Harry looked back.
He muttered, and threw out a word from his mouth in a low voice and hurriedly: "Thank you."
Before Harry could recover, with a wave of his wand, the door was slammed shut with a snap.
It was dark in the tavern.
He stood there blankly for a while, before walking forward, hitting the table and falling to the ground, and screaming in pain, he remembered that he was a wizard, raised his wand, and chanted the spell: "Luminescence."
A dim light lit the way ahead of him.
He walked to the only clean place in the entire tavern, in front of the portrait, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched the frame: "Arianna."
The past decades of life flashed through my mind.
wife, son.
He doesn't even have their photos, so he can only rely on the appearance he glimpsed from his brother's memory and fantasize about them.
He lowered his head, sorrow fermented in his heart, turning into bitter tears and falling from his eyes, after a while, he couldn't help crying.
outside the pub.
Hermione raised her wand, lifted Grindelwald up, and floated beside Dumbledore.
She walked beside Harry, the two of them making a series of shallow footprints, the motorcycle following behind them, its headlights flashing.
Hogsmeade had to go to the side door of Hogwarts.
Snape stood and waited expressionlessly.
He flew a little slowly, unable to keep up with the speed of the motorcycle, and when they reached Hogsmeade, these people had disappeared, so they had to wait here.
When he saw this group of people, even he couldn't help but tremble.
One of the greatest white wizards, one of the greatest black wizards, was floating in the air at this moment, half dead.
It was extremely embarrassing and disrespectful.
"Harry?" Snape asked.
Harry simply replied: "One was drunk and the other was beaten."
"The Cruciatus Curse." Snape glanced, and could tell the situation of the two people, "It's really ruthless."
"Albus can even drink."
"Professor, you have to work hard tonight." Harry led the way back, "I also brought you some presents from another world."
(End of this chapter)