Harry took Hermione with him and talked to Dumbledore.

It seemed as if nothing happened at the door.

Dumbledore couldn't help wanting to take a few more glances, but he couldn't bear to do so. He held the wine glass, feeling conflicted. Without saying a few words, he gulped down several bottles of whiskey.

Grindelwald is a tough guy.

Even though he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, he did not utter a single cry of pain. He just held on, and when he could hold on no longer, he raised his hands and covered his mouth and tongue.

He struggled and twisted - this was an inevitable physiological reaction under the torture of the curse.

But even with this kind of struggle and distortion, he tried his best to restrain himself.

Magic is the power of the mind.

Aberforth was filled with hatred, and his heart was filled with hatred, which urged the Cruciatus Curse to become more powerful.

He glared at Grindelwald fiercely, continuing to output magic power, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Bow your head!

Bow to yourself!

If he wailed in pain and begged for mercy, wouldn't he be able to stop casting the spell?

But no matter how much pain Grindelwald was in, he never begged for mercy.

Lying on the ground like a piece of steel.

Either be tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse, or wait for Aberforth to stop casting the spell on his own initiative.

Dumbledore sighed, his eyes filled with tears, and he looked at Harry longingly: "Harry."

Harry shook his head, "Albus, that's between them."

Hermione held the cup and looked at the two people with a confused look: "Why?"

She was very confused.

After the first Killing Curse was deliberately missed, she realized that the hatred might not be eliminated, but Aberforth would not kill Grindelwald.

Harry lowered his voice and explained, "Because Aberforth has lost a lot, he knows very well how painful it is to lose, and he also realizes that his brother has also lost a lot. Now Grindelwald is almost the last thing Albus hopes to have..."

Until the end.

This man who loves his family has always loved his brother.

Hermione shook her head and interrupted Harry: "No, it's not that I don't understand why Aberforth didn't kill Grindelwald, but why Grindelwald has such an attitude."

"As long as I give in..."

Just saying "I'm sorry" can solve this matter.

Dumbledore sighed: "Gellert is not that kind of person."

He finished the remaining half of his whiskey, held out his hand for Harry to refill his glass, and continued: "He's very proud."

“He never felt like he did anything wrong.”

Dumbledore paused for a moment and drank another half glass of whiskey. "He never rebelled against the magical world, but against fate. He just failed."

"He didn't lose to me, but to fate."

"We are all the same. Under fate, we are complete losers."

"He has no guilt towards Aberforth. Coming here under the pretext of Voldemort is the most humble thing he can do."

He paused again, looking back at Grindelwald and the other Dumbledore.

"He has already lowered his head, so it is impossible for him to bend his waist as well."

Harry said nothing, but continued to refill Dumbledore's drink.

More than an hour later.

Dumbledore was slumped over the table, completely drunk.

Grindelwald was lying on the ground, gasping for breath and with a pale face, with thick milky white mist coming out of his nostrils and mouth.

Aberforth retracted the spell, and he too was panting.

He flicked his wrist, cast a levitation spell, and threw Grindelwald out the door: "You will never be welcome here, you... scum!"

Grindelwald stretched out his hand tremblingly, snapped his fingers tremblingly, and lifted the spell in his mouth.

He was breathing heavily, and a "huchi huchi" sound came from his mouth.

Aberforth turned and pointed his wand.

The glass disappeared from Dumbledore's hand.

"Let me see how much you drank?" He walked in and counted the bottles on the table. "Huh, five bottles of whiskey and half a bottle of butterbeer?"

"Harry, pay the bill quickly."

“I’m closing the door.”

He paused and looked at Dumbledore with disgust: "With this drunkard."

"I only have some crowns here." Harry raised his hand, and a bunch of coins Aberforth had never seen floated out of the Sorting Hat with a clinking sound. "I don't have any Galleons with me."

"And I only had two glasses of whiskey, the rest was Albus's."

"You should wait until he sobers up and come to collect the debt."

Aberforth curled his lips.

Harry stood up, took out his wand, waved it upwards, and made Dumbledore float up. "If Albus doesn't pay you back, I can help you contact the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop. They will make fireworks about the debt and set them off in Hogsmeade for a month. Given our relationship, I will only charge you the cost price. I promise."

"Get out of here!" Aberforth gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

Harry smiled and left.

Wait until he reaches the door.

Aberforth called to him: "Harry."

Harry looked back.

He mumbled, and a sentence came out of his mouth in a low and hurried voice: "Thank you."

Before Harry could recover, he waved his wand and the door slammed shut with a click.

The pub was dark.

He stood there blankly for a long time before he walked forward, bumped into the table and fell to the ground. After a scream of pain, he remembered that he was a wizard, raised his wand, and chanted the spell: "Lumos."

A dim light illuminated the path ahead of him.

He walked to the only clean place in the entire tavern, to the portrait, and reached out his trembling hand to touch the frame: "Ariana."

The past few decades of my life flashed through my mind.

Wife, son...

He didn't even have any photos of them, and could only imagine them based on what he saw in his brother's memory.

He lowered his head, sadness brewing in his heart, turning into bitter tears that slid down his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Outside the pub.

Hermione raised her wand, lifted Grindelwald up, and floated him next to Dumbledore.

She walked beside Harry, and the two of them left a trail of light footprints, with the motorcycle following behind them, its headlights flashing.

Hogsmeade went to the side door of Hogwarts.

Snape stood waiting with an expressionless face.

He flew a little slowly and couldn't keep up with the speed of the motorcycle. By the time he arrived at Hogsmeade, these people had disappeared, so he had to wait here.

When he saw this group of people, even he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

One of the greatest white wizards and one of the greatest black wizards were, at this moment, floating in the air half dead.

It was extremely embarrassing and undignified.

"Harry?" Snape asked.

Harry simply replied, "One was drunk, and the other was beaten."

"The Cruciatus Curse." Snape took a quick glance and identified the two people's conditions. "They were really cruel."

"Albus can drink now."

"Professor, you'll have a hard time tonight." Harry led the way back, "I also brought you some more gifts from another world."