Ariana.

A name never heard of.

It was his old lover who was a fortune teller, but it sounded like a girl's name. Besides, he had just sent him a letter not long ago and was still alive and well. He could cast a spell on him and trap him without making a sound.

Who is it?

This is important, but in the current situation, it is not important at all.

He had to stop Dumbledore.

"Professor, calm down!" Harry held his hand. "Maybe it's true, but we still have to verify it..."

Dumbledore could not hear what Harry said. It seemed that only the voice of the lady named "Ariana" remained in his ears. He became very strong and as stubborn as a bull. He pushed Harry's strength and walked towards the ring little by little.

The finger was getting closer and closer to the ring.

Harry frowned. This old man just wouldn't listen!

He raised his hand.

Alder Seal!

The magic stirred up a wave of air, weak but powerful. He didn't want to fight with Dumbledore, he just wanted to force him, and he didn't use his full strength - the cabinet was banged against with a clang.

But it had no effect on Dumbledore.

He is the greatest white wizard of this century.

This is not just empty talk or a title given by his peers with compliments, but a reputation he has earned through his own strength. Even if he puts himself on a leash and hands the rope to others, magic is engraved in almost every part of his body and is as instinctive as breathing.

He didn't even raise his hands, but the magic power in his body circulated spontaneously, and a soft barrier emerged, offsetting the impact of the Alder Seal.

But that’s all.

The magic power only counteracted the seal and did not launch any counterattack, just like its master.

Axie!

Harry didn't give up and cast another seal.

It was still useless, Dumbledore was also a very good master of Occlumency - even if his mind was empty now, the magic would naturally break the seal.

The magic doesn't work.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry took a deep breath, moved closer, raised his fist, and punched Dumbledore hard in the stomach.

He didn't hold back his strength and knocked the man, who was over a hundred years old, back, causing him to fall straight to the ground.

But he hasn't woken up yet.

All he had in his eyes was "Ariana" and the ring. He fell to the ground and staggered, trying to touch it.

The second punch.

Still the belly.

Dumbledore vomited bile and his eyes regained some clarity, but he continued to shout "Ariana" while vomiting.

The third punch.

It was still his stomach. The pain far exceeded his physical endurance limit, which made Dumbledore completely sober. Just when Harry was about to throw the fourth punch, he weakly shouted: "Okay, Harry, no need to do anything else, I'm sober."

Harry looked at him and said calmly: "It seems that this method is very useful. Next time if your mind is confused, I will use this method to treat you."

Dumbledore coughed to clear the dirt from his mouth. "Thank you, but I think Severus' poison tastes better."

Harry waved his wand and the robes extended out, closing the door.

With another gentle wave, Dumbledore flew up and landed on **.

He took out two bottles of potions from the Sorting Hat: "Drink this, the healing potion, and this, the bone spirit, I broke three of your ribs."

Dumbledore took it and drank it obediently, complaining, "Harry, you are really harsh."

Harry didn't say anything. He walked to the window. Outside the door, the hat was jumping around excitedly. It liked this feeling of freedom and unrestrainedness. After Dumbledore finished drinking the potion, he asked, "That was a very crude magic."

He was referring to the magic on the ring.

Really clumsy.

It's not even dark magic, it's just the level of an outstanding seventh-year graduate. If Hermione practices for a month, she can almost reach this level.

"We are different, Harry." Dumbledore was silent. When the wind and snow began to hit the window violently, making a fierce crackling sound, he continued as if he had thought it through, "Harry, you still have many people, things and things worth cherishing."

He paused and said, "Maybe these words don't sound good, but James and Lily both left when you were very young."

"You have a family now, Sirius, Lupin, and Severus, and you also have a lover. Hermione is indeed a very good little witch."

He paused again, his eyes confused, staring helplessly at the old ceiling.

A poor jumping spider weaves a thick web, like a cocoon.

"And I have nothing."

He spoke the last sentence softly, with a hint of tears in his voice.

The greatest white wizard?

Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot?

Even the headmaster of Hogwarts?

He didn't care about these titles at all. If possible, he would be very willing to give them up in exchange for Ariana's life. He also didn't mind putting in more chips, such as his own magic, the property in Gringotts, and even his own life.

From that day on, what right did I have to live?

"What about Hogwarts?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Minerva has always run the school very well."

"What a shame. You were one of the people I most wanted to invite to Hermione and I's wedding." Harry said expressionlessly.

Dumbledore was startled.

Harry turned his head and looked out the window: "The people I most want to invite may not be able to come."

Dumbledore looked after him.

He thought it was James and Lily, but Harry was thinking of the group at Kaer Morhen.

In the eyes of outsiders, even in the eyes of Dumbledore and Hermione, he has always been considered a man with a very miserable life.

Harry used to think so, but he doesn't think so now. He feels that he is the happiest person in the world.

I know Geralt who is like a father, Vesemir who is a grandfather, Eskel who is like a mother, and Lambert who clamors that I must call him uncle, but in fact when the two of them go out, others think he is more like a younger brother.

Kaer Morhen was his first home.

If there was a chance, Harry would most like to invite them to his wedding - it was difficult for witchers to have a formal marriage, and even if they would never have one in the future, at least they had to have a chance to see what a wedding was like.

Although they are now separated by two worlds, with the clues left by Ciri, maybe I still have a chance to meet them again.

She is just as happy now, with the carefree, reckless and clumsy Sirius, who has been trying his best to love her as a "father", and Uncle Remus, and of course Hermione, the little witch who has the courage to stand with her.

Demon hunters have always been loners.

But when Harry looked down, he realized he had grabbed a bag of gems.

There are so many things that make you worth cherishing.

"Sirius may be able to fulfill his father's duties, but Professor Snape will be very angry." Harry continued, with a light tone, "I don't want them to fight at my wedding. Only you can suppress them."

Dumbledore sighed, "I thought you would be reluctant to invite someone like me who is full of Fudge."

"Your poor brain and the fact that you are one of the people I admire most are not contradictory at all." Harry waved his wand, turned his robe into a chair, and sat down beside the bed. "And even though you are so depressed, there are still people who treat you as a treasure."

"You?" Dumbledore chuckled.

Harry shook his head. "Your old lover who is a fortune teller."

Dumbledore was startled.

Harry repeated, "Your old lover who's a fortune teller."

"Him?" Dumbledore shook his head. "Perhaps, but you haven't even seen him..."

"He sent me a letter on my birthday," Harry stated calmly, "and made a very accurate prediction, telling me to stop you from wearing the ring."

The magic on the wrist dissipated.

I think he also tacitly allowed me to say these words at this time.

Dumbledore's response was calm. He lay quietly in bed without saying a word.

"Why don't you tell me about these things?" Harry asked. He was really curious.

Dumbledore still said nothing.

"Is it about Ariana?" Harry rubbed his knees and thought, "She seems to be the person you cherish most."

Dumbledore couldn't control his expression and looked at Harry in surprise: "How do you know this name?"

"You said it yourself." Harry waved his hand. "You kept yelling that name when I was beating you just now."

Dumbledore frowned and sighed: "Ariana is my sister."

“She is a silent one.”

Harry was surprised.

The Dumbledore family is a very famous wizarding family. Perhaps, their family can produce a Squib, but an Obscurial... that is something that can only be born in a talented young wizard under extreme repression and extreme hatred of magic.

"Because of some special reasons." Dumbledore was unwilling to explain more on this matter. He continued vaguely, "She cannot go to Hogwarts to study. She can only be taken care of by me and my brother. I am not a good brother."

"Ariana trusted Aberforth more. At that time, my mind was full of great ambitions and changing the wizarding world. I had talent and ability, so why didn't I do that?"

"At that time, I met him, Gellert Grindelwald."

Harry was even more surprised. He opened his mouth wide: "Grindelwald? The extremely famous dark wizard?"

"It's him." Dumbledore nodded. "He is different from Tom. He is not a dark wizard. He has ideals and ambitions, and is extremely charismatic. He is not like Tom, who only knows how to create fear through bloodshed and killing."

Harry nodded noncommittally, but didn't quite believe him.

As a lover, you will always make your other half perfect in your own eyes.

Just like Hermione always thought she was very serious.

It is very painful to tear open a scar, especially this scar, which is old, smelly and pus-filled. It hurts even more to tear it open. Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "At that time, he lived in my house and we discussed magic."

"The magical biological form of the Patronus Charm was discussed at that time."