A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 533: Aberforth

The night at the beginning of October can already make people feel chilly. The village of Hogsmeade looks cold and dark. Felix is ​​walking on the empty streets, and there is no one around, even the patrolling Aurors and strikers. They also went to find a place to keep warm and avoid the cold. Unless someone presses the alarm or triggers the screaming spell, they will not come out.

The huts and shops on both sides of the street were closed, including the Pig's Head Bar, but Felix found a faint light through the gap between the closed doors and windows, and after persistently knocking on the door for two minutes, the door finally opened up.

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

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

"The door is closed, come back tomorrow if you have something to do!" The owner of the bar was very aggressive. He also had a long beard, but it was gray in color.

"There's no reason to drive the guests out," Felix chuckled, tilting his head to one side, "Let me in, I saw two people drinking in the corner! Say something more, yours The opening hours are really late.”

The owner of the Pig’s Head Bar and the only male waiter——Aberforth Dumbledore stared at him, Felix only pointed to the cold wall, but if you go through the wall, you will find what he said Exactly.

"They're lodging," said Aberforth.

Felix shrugged without answering, and the two faced each other for a few seconds before Aberforth reluctantly stepped aside.

"Don't make trouble, or I'll throw you out," he threatened in a low voice, closing the door behind Felix.

Felix stood in the room and looked around. The bar was not big, and it smelled like sheep. It might be because of the night, and the light was very dim. A few candle ends were burning quietly. He took a quick glance at the only table in the bar, and it was almost midnight, so neither of them had put on any disguise, allowing Felix to see their faces.

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

What a coincidence, Felix thought to himself, those two faces were exactly the same as the information he had read, and they happened to be the second of the three targets he was looking for, a group of notorious dark wizards who lived in multiple The country has committed **** crimes one after another.

He walked towards the bar as if nothing had happened, but the two dark wizards were stunned. The sudden appearance of the target they had been planning made them a little ready to move. However, it is said that Felix Heppe was so powerful that he made a big splash in the Quidditch World Cup and knocked down hundreds of wizards by himself—even if he was facing a group of drunks who were unconscious and only wanted to vent their emotions, this The numbers are also quite astonishing.

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

"What kind of wine do you want?" He asked harshly, picking up a tattered rag to wipe the goblet.

"A glass of Firewhiskey—oh, forget it." Felix looked at the dirty rag in Aberforth's hand, which looked like it hadn't been changed in hundreds of years, and it couldn't be seen at all. The stone floor of the face seems to be a product of the same era.

"I want to inquire about something." Felix said, his words attracted the attention of the two wizards in the corner, they listened attentively, but they couldn't hear anything when Felix knocked on the bar table.

"I'm not an information dealer or 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 it?" one of them asked, licking his lips.

"Wait a minute, that male waiter is not easy to mess with. He threw out more than a dozen unruly people in the past two days. When Felix Haipu leaves, we will follow behind him and wait for the opportunity to strike..."

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

"Don't scare the snake, it's not good to attract that person's attention." Another dark wizard said with a gloomy face.

The two dark wizards obviously didn't know that they had also become the object of others' discussion. On the bar, Felix squinted slightly in the direction of the corner, and Aberforth followed his gaze.

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"I'm going to take three people away." Felix continued, as if he didn't hear what the other person said, "including those two." His tone was like a normal ordering customer.

The male waiter at the Pig's Head Bar gave him a deep look, with the dirty rag in his hand hanging in the air, he growled in a low voice: "You think I will agree?"

"You should be able to understand my concerns, they are all dangerous elements... the responsibility lies." Felix said.

"Oh? Aren't you the famous Professor Hype, when did you start working as an Auror?" Aberforth Dumbledore said sarcastically, "Could it be because of the damn, flooding Responsibility?" His blue eyes were exactly the same as his brother's, but no matter how Felix looked at them, he couldn't connect this color with the calm and vast deep sea.

His eyes were filled with irritable emotions, as if a stormy sea would roll up at any time.

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

"Speaking of which, I have acquired many identities before I knew it, and occasionally I am troubled by it," Felix said with a smile, without any distress at all. He also bears the title of Ministry of Magic consultant, and a bounty hunter specially approved by the Ministry of Magic."

"Bounty hunter?" Aberforth seemed confused.

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

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

"Bang!" He slammed his fist on the bar, causing the bottles to shake. This made Felix discover another difference between him and Principal Dumbledore. It may be because he is used to doing physical work. His joints are thick and his veins are prominent.

He said rudely: "If I had met someone who played with the law like you twenty years earlier, I would have punched your nose and thrown you out—"

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

Aberforth glared at him, tired of this naughty kid in front of him, he didn't like to read, he didn't have much ink in his stomach, and he had to deal with things like quills and parchment a handful of times after graduation However, now I can't control my anger.

He admits that he has a prejudice against Felix Hemp because of the man who lives in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts Castle. And they were in the same company.

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

"To some extent--well, I matured earlier than the average child." The person opposite him smiled, "Excuse me, I have said so much to let you understand that I have enough legitimate reasons , Of course, I don't want to make too much trouble, in case we meet in a private gathering, it will inevitably be embarrassing, it's you who are embarrassing... I have always been very popular."

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

After a moment of silence, Aberforth sniffled and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't tell me it was Albus' order."

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

Felix walked out of the area covered by the spell, and creaked the floor. The two wizards in the corner looked over at the same time, their eyes fixed on the wand he had just taken out of his pocket. For a while, the only sound in the Pig's Head Bar was the crackling of the fire.

"Want it? It's a rare opportunity, if you miss it, you'll—" Felix said in a seductive voice.

"Shut up, boy!" Aberforth was furious.

The two black wizards looked at each other, their identities seemed to be exposed, "Do it!".

Felix took a step forward, his eyes lit up with stars, one of the dark wizards shook his body, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer on the back of the head, his body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground, the other dark wizard was still calm , did not panic because of the loss of his companions.

Even though the fear in his eyes is about to overflow, the movement is still smooth.

He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand condensed a deep black awn, "The rot—" Felix took another step, and the wand pierced out, holding back the last word of the dark wizard—in a physical sense Hold back, a large piece of his chest collapsed, and he hit the wall.

"There is one left, in room nine."

Felix looked towards the stairs, this is the news he just got. Behind the bar, Aberforth scowled, pointing his wand at him.

"Get out of here! This is not a place where you can mess around. I don't want to pursue those two who made the first move, but don't try to drag my guest off the bed."

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

"My bar has been open for decades, and I know the rules I have to follow." He said hoarsely, with a very scary expression.

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

"You can try it!"

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

But with a downward stroke of the wand in his hand, the air rippled like water, forming layers upon layers of folds. The small and dark room suddenly lit up for a moment, a bright light erupted from Felix, and then quickly dimmed.

Aberforth watched him vigilantly, the spell ready to be released, but soon he opened his mouth wide in surprise, which made Felix quite novel, the face similar to him had never shown Such an expression.

The silver halo spread around, and everywhere it went, all the furnishings became brand new, and the greasy and muddy floor became smooth; Looking at the rag on the table, the stains in the gaps in the wood covered by the rag disappeared...

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

But all this only lasted for a few seconds, and soon everything in the room returned to its original appearance.

"What did you do?" Aberforth asked, frowning. He didn't see what was going on, and that was the worst part. He's not weak - much stronger than average, to be precise. Because of this, he could obviously feel that the house he had lived in for decades had become strange, and a depressive atmosphere enveloped him, isolating him.

If the rag in his hand suddenly jumped up to give him a second, he would never be surprised.

Felix put away his wand and waved at him.

"We each take a step back. If I don't go up, everyone will know, but if that person comes down by himself and decides to follow me, it's none of your business."

"Transfiguration?" Aberforth didn't respond, he bowed his head in thought for a while, then blurted out.

This answer made Felix a little curious, and he couldn't help asking: "Can Principal Dumbledore do similar things?" This is a technique he has figured out by himself.

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

"That legendary duel? Were you there?"

"Legendary? Legendary?" Aberforth sneered.

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

A person floated out sideways.

Red face, yellow hair, scars on the face, potholes, one leg dragging on the ground.

Aberforth behind the bar suddenly opened his eyes wide. The dark wizard who lived in Room No. 9 did not float down by himself, but was carried down by someone, and he was very familiar with the appearance of that person. You can see it when you look in the mirror——

Another Aberforth Dumbledore.

"Thanks, Aberforth." Felix said mischievously, 'Aberforth' holding the dark wizard was silent, and dropped the dark wizard in his hand on the ground, "Bang." The bar counter Then the real Aberforth's eyelids twitched, and there was a big bump on the dark wizard's head, which was obviously hit by something.

Before he asked, he knew that the unfortunate wanted criminal was stunned by something: he saw another self suddenly jumped up and returned to its original form in mid-air - a copper candle tower. The candlestick fell on the bar, wobbled, turned twice and stopped in front of him.

Aberforth probably guessed how Felix did it: he used a certain method to spread his magic power to the entire bar. same location? And this black wizard didn't know the danger was coming in his sleep, maybe the alcohol made him lose his due vigilance. In short, the metal candlestick beside his bed floated into the air, knocking him unconscious, and then the candlestick transformed into his own appearance , carrying the black wizard downstairs...

"I hate pranks." Aberforth stared at Felix and said bluntly, "Your goal has been achieved, you can go."

"Need me to convey my regards to Albus?"

"No need," Aberforth yelled sullenly, he had had enough tonight.

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

"Get out!"

Felix stopped talking, he waved his hands, and the two ~IndoMTL.com~ three black wizards who fainted before hung in a string in mid-air, quietly following behind him, "Then I will Goodbye, Mister Dumbledore." He said, walking towards the door.

Aberforth stared at Felix's back with an indescribable strangeness in his heart. He keenly felt that this young man was similar to his brother in some respects. Perceived tyranny and stubbornness—someone always used those words to describe himself, but his violent temper was only more apparent.

But they were very different, Aberforth thought, at least the guy who lived in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts wouldn't do what he did today. He suddenly stopped Felix:

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Send them where they need to 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 idea is amazing, I just want to use them for some money - I told you from the beginning, I am a bounty hunter." Felix turned to the old man and said, His trophies are crowded together, their heads 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 walls of Hogwarts—" Felix pushed open the door of the bar, and a gust of wind blew in, making the old man His hands trembled. Felix stepped out of the bar with one foot, and at the same time commanded the three dark wizards suspended in the air to float out one by one.

"And then?" asked Aberforth.

He felt that this young man's character was full of bad humor. If he didn't ask this question, he would probably leave. He hated people who talked half-talked the most, and he wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

"Dead, of course," Felix said quietly, as the door closed behind him.