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Twenty-six, the pirates' method of revenge is(1/2)

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Scrimgeour's words brought a rare laugh to the people in the Hog's Head Bar.

Everyone laughed.

Although some people feel a little uncomfortable holding it in and dare not laugh out loud.

But they did feel happy.

This thing is so exciting.

A senior bureaucrat from the Ministry of Magic, the director of the Auror Office, who should be a representative of the most powerful armed force, actually chose to come here to look for a partner.

That's the head of the Auror Office!

Aberforth also laughed.

He laughed out loud, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Are you kidding me? Scrimgeour."

he asked the crazed Ministry bureaucrat.

Du Wei glanced at the laughing people, who immediately stopped laughing.

Hagrid didn't laugh. He pretended that these things had nothing to do with him. He picked up the wine glass and drank some for himself.

Du Wei stared at Aberforth in front of him, and Aberforth stared at him. Their eyes met in the void in front of them, and Aberforth's expression gradually became more formal.

He stopped laughing.

"Do you really think so? Did you really come up with this ridiculously stupid idea?"

He said in a deep voice, and Dowey Jones drank a little more firewhiskey again and responded to him: "Why should I lie to you? Aberforth, do I look like a clown?"

he asked Aberforth, pointing to his face.

Aberforth did not answer this question, but judging from his expression, he probably said, "Yes."

Dowey Jones said slowly: "Let's have some privacy, Aberforth, I have something to tell you."

Aberforth picked up his wand and knocked on the table. At this moment, an invisible layer of fog seemed to surround them.

Even Hagrid, who was so close, couldn't see clearly what the two men were doing.

Not to mention the rest of the people.

He shrouded the two people in mist and asked impatiently: "Okay, what do you want to say? You can say it now, and no one should be able to hear it."

Aberforth said.

"I asked about you, Aberforth Dumbledore. Although it was a bit difficult, your information is not difficult to find. You are the owner of the Pig's Head Bar in the most famous bar in England. Aberforth Dumbledore

Dumbledore's younger brother..."

"Don't mention this name to me in my tavern."

Aberforth interrupted Du Wei and looked even more irritated, but unfortunately, Du Wei ignored him. He still said to himself: "For some unknown reason, you, Aberforth,

He parted ways with his brother, came to Hogsmeade alone, and established the Pig's Head Bar.

According to my investigation, the reason you fell out with your brother should be related to your sister, a lovely little girl who died in Godric's Hollow..."

Before he finished speaking, Aberforth stood up. He looked furious, and the beard on his face was trembling with anger!

"I said, you can shut up!"

A magic spell flew out, and Aberforth waved his wand, hitting Du Wei in front of him and being ejected by the armor.

In front of Du Wei, a golden shield vaguely appeared.

He put on nearly thirty layers of armor to protect himself.

Aberforth's spell should be some kind of curse, which simply shuts people up, but coupled with his current mood - whether this curse will cause other side effects, Du Wei can't know

Yes.

"Calm down, Aberforth," Duwei said in an equally loud voice: "I am not your enemy, Aberforth. I am very dissatisfied with your brother's attitude of huddled in the castle, so I am here

Looking for you!

I need your help! I need someone to fight Voldemort with me!

Hiding in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade will not solve the problem! We must fight as one!"

Du Wei shouted loudly. He also picked up the wand and waved it at himself. A large number of golden shields appeared around him, surrounding him tightly!

"Although Albus is a coward, he is not someone you can judge in front of me!

Scrimgeour, you are not welcome in my tavern!

You can leave here!

Get out of my tavern!"

The two men were tit for tat, and their tone became more and more passionate. They both stood up, and their voices became louder and louder. It looked like they were about to fight.

But they were very restrained and didn't take action. They just quarreled and didn't release the curse that shouldn't be released.

Dowey Jones still tried to explain his intention, "The rise of Voldemort is inevitable, Aberforth.

They killed Cornelius Fudge this time, but what about next time? Aberforth, do you really want to see Voldemort become the ruler of the wizarding world?

The whole world is crawling under the will of Voldemort and is ruled by that damn pure-blood theory? Terror envelopes the land and the children tremble?

Or would you rather wake up and see news reports in the newspapers every day about a wizard and his entire family being killed?

Huh? All acquaintances have turned into corpses, and only you and I are alive, right? You are like your brother, huddled in this shabby bar, watching Voldemort kill all the half-bloods, Muggle wizards, and squibs.

!?

Aberforth, you don't worry about these things because you know that you are also a pure-blood wizard, right?

It's none of your business, just hang it up high?"

Aberforth finally couldn't help it anymore, he picked up his wand, pointed at Scrimgeour's eyebrows and said: "I say, enough!

Shut up, wizard!"

He was panting, and it could be seen that he was really angry to the extreme, and he was almost about to deal with Scrimgeour.

Dowey Jones's dumb words pierced his heart.

He has some defenses broken.

"Think about it carefully, Aberforth. If you think about it clearly, I will come to you."

Dowey Jones said without giving up. He stood up and brought the hat on the table to his head.

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

"Undo these spells, I'm leaving. It was a pleasure chatting with you, Aberforth.

By the way, how much does Firewhiskey cost?"

Dowey Jones asked, Aberforth knocked on the table with lingering anger, and the surrounding fog dispersed.

"That's what I asked you for, Scrimgeour, to get this wretch like you out of here.

I really don’t want to see you again, Scrimgeour, never again!”

Aberforth said viciously.

Dowey Jones didn't say anything. He picked up his glass of wine, held it in his hand, and walked out.

Aberforth did not stop him from taking the glass.

Before leaving, Dowey Jones greeted Hagrid politely.

"Goodbye, Hagrid. Nice to see you. I hope those Aurors last year didn't cause you any psychological shadow."

He said it a little late.

When Hagrid heard this, the expression on his face did not look like he had forgotten the incident.

fear.

fear.

There's something slightly unnatural about it.

Du Wei took out the chocolate in his arms sympathetically, used magic to place it in front of Hagrid's eyes and said: "I know that everyone who has been in Azkaban has a hard time, please have some chocolate, Hagrid, I hope this

It can make you feel better."

Hagrid smiled reluctantly, and the hybrid giant thanked Dowey Jones.

Duwei walked out. Before leaving, he told Aberforth.

"Christmas is coming, Aberforth, I will give you some Christmas gifts."

"Get out of my tavern!"

No matter what Scrimgeour said, the grumpy Aberforth had only one sentence.
To be continued...
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