Rolf and Dumbledore discussed Death and the three brothers in depth, but at the end of the conversation, he suddenly remembered something else.
"Professor Dumbledore, that night in the bathroom, I found Mrs. Pince being attacked and saw the black-robed wizard collecting this."
Luofu took out a bottle from his arms, which contained a black substance. He shook the bottle slightly and said:
"The man was in a hurry to escape, and the bottle fell... What is this?"
After Dumbledore took the bottle, he glanced at it and said softly: "Fear."
"fear?"
"Fear is not an illusory concept, but a real and powerful force, just like... love." Dumbledore sighed softly.
"Why would that person collect such things?"
"Maybe he is making a non-existent life..." Dumbledore was about to explain in detail when there were rapid footsteps coming from the stairs, and he whispered:
"Rolf, come to my office tonight."
Rolf hummed, looked up, and saw Aberforth striding over. He shouted in a rough voice:
"I'm sorry to interrupt you two's secret conversation about saving the world... It's time to eat, everyone has been waiting for a long time!"
"Sorry, let's eat first." Dumbledore stood up and walked downstairs with a smile.
Aberforth snorted coldly, dragged a large table to the center of the living room, and shouted: "You two little guys, hurry up and bring the food!"
Soon, Shirley and Hermione ran up the stairs holding plates of food, but the two little girls did not immediately put the bowls and spoons on the table.
"This table is also very dirty." Hermione frowned slightly and said, "How long has it been since it was wiped down?"
Aberforth coughed and said, "It was either Christmas last year, or the Christmas before last... Anyway, I can't remember clearly."
"..."
"It's okay, I brought a cloth." Shirley had already expected this situation. After all, the kitchen on the first floor was very dirty, and she couldn't say how clean the living room was.
"Help me carry it." The girl with the ponytail turned around and put the dishes in Luofu's hands, then took out a towel that had been washed more than ten times and wiped the table again.
"You won't get sick if you don't eat it!" Aberforth muttered.
"It's because the disease enters through the mouth." Shirley corrected her seriously and wiped the table again and again.
"Wiping it once is not enough?!" Aberforth said casually when he saw that the little girl loved to be clean and was quite neat at work.
"You might as well come and work in my bar, cleaning the tables and sweeping the floor every day... I'll pay you a salary."
"Sorry, Mr. Dumbledore." Shirley glanced at Rove quietly, pursed her lips and smiled: "I already have a job!"
"That's right." Luo Fu held the plate and deliberately said with a straight face:
"Mr. Dumbledore, poaching my assistant in front of me, the boss, is not a good habit."
"How old are you before you have an assistant?" Aberforth sneered:
"But your grandfather had an assistant, Bundy, back then. You really followed his example."
"It's just a family tradition." Luo Fu said calmly.
Aberforth glanced downstairs, and suddenly lowered his voice and said: "By the way, little guy, what was my brother talking to you just now?"
"We talked about some academic issues." Rolf said nonchalantly: "You can ask Professor Dumbledore about the specific content."
"I don't care what you are talking about!" Aberforth said coldly:
"But I know my brother. He will use his words to deceive others into doing things for him willingly, especially those close to him!"
The old man's eyes glanced at the portrait of the girl on the mantelpiece, and he said with complicated eyes:
"Your grandfather Newt is like this. When he was young, he was tricked by my brother into going to New York and Bhutan and doing many dangerous things."
Aberforth sarcastically said: "My brother is starting to get close to you now. You'd better stay away from him. Don't be betrayed by him and even help him count galleons!"
Faced with Aberforth's slander, Hermione was a little unconvinced and retorted:
"Professor Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts. What he wants to do must be glorious and great, and not as dirty as you said."
"Great shit, glorious shit! Don't be stupid, kid." Aberforth said with a straight face:
"What do you know? My brother learned to keep secrets and lie at my mother's knees. Don't believe anything he says, let alone do anything for him. The only way to stay away from him is to be safest..."
The old man wanted to continue persuading him, but there were footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came together, so he quickly shut up.
After wiping the table, all the food was put on the table and the four of them sat down respectively.
The rice cooked by Aberforth is very strange. It looks dark, like dark Indian cuisine, but unexpectedly it tastes good.
"This fried fish needs to be paired with vinegar to make it delicious." Aberforth took a large bottle of vinegar from the table.
Seeing that both Shirley and Hermione wanted to pour it into the bowl, Rolf quickly winked at them.
"What's wrong? The Scamander boy? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?" Aberforth glared.
"No, I'm just worried about the vinegar..." Luofu said softly: "Is there any special additive?"
"What kind of additives?" Aberforth said with a straight face: "I bought these at a high price, good sauce-flavored vinegar!"
"Really?" Luofu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then I heard from the prefect that the vinegar in your shop comes from the wooden barrels in the lounge of our college.
The students will collect them and sell them to you at a low price."
"You can drink vinegar randomly, but you can't talk nonsense!" Aberforth said quickly: "Don't slander me!"
But everyone at the table didn't dare to be jealous, for fear of magic and cruelty!
"Here, have some wine." Aberforth changed the topic. He picked up a large jar of mead and poured a glass for Rolf, Shirley and Hermione.
Professor McGonagall objected: "Children can't drink!"
"Today is the Christmas holiday!" Aberforth said disdainfully: "Besides, I drank alcohol secretly when I was in second grade, and I'm fine now!"
"That's you, that's why you didn't graduate from Hogwarts in the end." Professor McGonagall's eyes were stern, and she pursed her lips and said, "But don't lead my three best students astray."
"Then do you know which college has the most people coming to buy hard liquor from me?" Aberforth said with a smile:
"It's your Gryffindor, Wes' twins who came to buy fire whiskey last time..."
"..."
Professor McGonagall glared at Aberforth fiercely, and she said why she won the Slytherin Quidditch team last time, and when they celebrated in the lounge... there was wine!
Professor McGonagall was quarreling with Aberforth, and Dumbledore was trying to break up the quarrel, but both sides were unhappy, like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.
The three little ones ignored them.
Rolf raised his glass, and Shirley and Hermione also raised their glasses. The glasses of the three of them clinked together lightly, and they laughed happily: