The Sorting Hat flashed its headlights, shining light into the distance.

Ms. Rosmerta was photographed and ran back into the house in a panic.

"Oh, the Three Broomsticks would love to..." it muttered, correcting Harry.

He didn't finish his words.

Hermione pulled out her wand, tapped it on the dashboard, and coughed loudly, threateningly.

The Sorting Hat was startled.

It twisted the handle awkwardly: "Oh, God, there's something wrong with my headlight! I just replaced the xenon lamp, damn this unscrupulous merchant!"

"Let's go to the bar quickly."

"I'd like a cup of warm motor oil, too."

Grindelwald nodded: "Okay, I haven't been to a bar for a long time, let's go."

"I am not familiar with this place, Mr. Dumbledore, could you please lead the way?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

He walked forward, Grindelwald following him.

The Sorting Hat wanted to fly away. It felt that as a hat, it should not stay in this place, but Hermione was still on it, and it couldn't carry Hermione away.

Slowly, pull out a long and narrow line on the snow.

Harry stopped talking.

The three of them walked to the Hog's Head Inn in silence.

Something unexpected happened in Hogsmeade, and Gringotts was attacked by goblins, and the wizarding world was in turmoil. Although the Hog's Head was still open for business, there were no customers, only Aberforth lying on the counter to rest.

"We have guests." Harry waved his wand, a stone flew up and knocked on the door.

Aberforth looked up and frowned: "Harry, why don't you worry about Hogwarts..."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the two people beside Harry and he stopped abruptly.

"Grindelwald!" Aberforth slammed the table, glaring and gritting his teeth.

He is very old.

Haven't seen him for decades.

But his face had already been piercingly engraved deep into my bones, and was closely linked to this broken life.

Grindelwald looked at him calmly.

Dumbledore dodged a little, stepped aside, and half hid behind Harry.

"Don't get so excited, Mr Aberforth," Harry said softly.

Aberforth turned his head away, his eyes fixed on Harry: "Mr. Potter, don't be so self-indulgent and do such things. It's boring."

"It's closed now. The Hog's Head is closed today..."

Harry interrupted him, "No, it's not what you think."

"Grindelwald is now a homeless stray dog."

Even if he was cursed with harsh words, Aberforth remained unmoved.

In his mind, these words could even be regarded as a glorification of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald spoke up and took the initiative to explain: "Harry is right, I am now a homeless stray dog."

"Voldemort came to me to find the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."

"I was no match for him, but fortunately Tianmu gave me a warning, so I was able to prepare and escape from his pursuit."

"Now in the whole world, only Hogwarts can protect me, so I have to escape here."

Having said this, he paused.

"Mr. Potter and Headmaster Dumbledore don't seem to trust me completely yet and don't plan to let me into the castle at this time. We can only find a bar to sit down and have a good talk."

"The Three Broomsticks are closed."

The Sorting Hat followed in and twisted the handlebars awkwardly, and the engine roared slightly.

Aberforth raised his wand and pointed it at Grindelwald. "You are better suited to the Shrieking Shed than to my place."

"You know."

"I also know the Unforgivable Curses."

Grindelwald stood there, without saying anything or making any movement, his eyes meeting Aberforth's.

Aberforth's auburn gaze dug deep into the expression in those blue eyes.

He wanted to capture something.

but……

Tantan****.

No guilt.

Grindelwald felt guilty, but that was only for Albus Dumbledore, not Aberforth Dumbledore. He did not regret what he had done in his life, but he felt guilty for hurting his lover's heart.

Blue is a color that tends to calm people down.

But Aberforth watched with growing rage.

He didn't feel guilty at all.

In front of me! In front of me, the man whose sister he killed, and whose wife and children he killed, there was not a single bit of guilt in his eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

He roared out a spell, and a green light flashed -

Grindelwald stood upright. He could react to the slow speed of the spell being chanted, but he did nothing.

Dumbledore subconsciously raised his hand and raised his wand.

Harry quickly pushed his hand down.

Hermione's eyelids twitched subconsciously.

Boom—the spell hit the threshold above Grindelwald's head, wood chips flew everywhere, and the old, ugly pig's head couldn't bear the weight and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a burst of snowflakes.

Aberforth looked at Grindelwald with hatred. He did not choose to kill him, but... why didn't he even dodge?

Hide for a while!

Even if it's just like my brother, where my body has a subconscious reaction.

Just for a moment, just for a moment.

I can convince myself that he is standing here not to apologize or reconcile, but to take advantage of the situation and force myself to make the choice to expose the truth.

As long as I convince myself, I can truly make up my mind to kill him.

But he didn't, why not?

Grindelwald looked at Aberforth quietly. He accepted his fate, whether he died here or not.

"Crucia!" he chanted the spell again.

Grindelwald still did not dodge. The power of the Cruciatus Curse spread throughout his body. He did not choose to resist and endured the spell. No matter how he felt mentally, his body was honest. He fell to the ground in pain, twisting and struggling.

Dumbledore turned his head away, unable to bear to watch.

Harry walked into the room, waved his wand, cast a cleaning spell, wiped the old dusty table, and shoveled away the dirt on the floor. He turned to look at Hermione: "What would you like to drink?"

"Butterbeer will be fine," Hermione replied.

Harry looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, are you still honey water?"

Dumbledore sighed. How could he be in the mood to drink at this time? But there was nothing he could do.

Even if Aberforth killed Grindelwald, it would be justified.

Fate was not kind to his younger brother.

The culprit who caused all the troubles and messed up his innocent brother's life was Grindelwald.

Harry waved his wand, and the levitation charm pulled Dumbledore up and forced him to sit down at the table.

Two whiskeys and a butterbeer floated across the counter.

Dumbledore picked up the wine glass and tasted the alcoholic drink which he had not had for a long time. It tasted bitter and spicy, and after it slid hot into his throat and intestines, it stimulated him to the point of wanting to cry.