Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

On the night of the holiday, a small party was held in Hogsmeade village.

The location is at the Three Broomsticks pub.

Everyone living in the village participated.

At this time, Emily was commenting on Ralph's results.

"Except for the history of magic, all other subjects are full marks. Well, very good. It has the same demeanor as I did back then. Tell me, how come Lal doesn't have perfect marks?"

Emily held the transcript and looked at Ralph with sharp eyes.

Rall is what acquaintances call him, ralph→rall.

"It's wrong, what else can I do?"

Ralph was not afraid of her, his eyes wandered and he said indifferently.

"What's wrong?"

"Just confusing the devil Emeric and the weirdo Ulric."

"That's it, it's just a name! It's so easy to make a mistake. I remember Professor Binns emphasized it in the first lesson, right?"

Emily suddenly became energetic and began to teach her brother a lesson.

However, she was forced to stop by external force not long after her attack.

"Hey young!"

Madame Romestad struck Emily hard on the head.

"Mom, why did you hit me?"

Emily said bitterly, while Ralph beside him laughed silently.

"Why are you hitting you? Don't you have any points? With your grades, you almost failed in History of Magic, and your demeanor? With your demeanor, you can do it..."

Emily looked at Ralph complainingly, enduring Mrs. Romestad's nagging.

"However, you are indeed a good hitter, Buchanan is also very good, and I believe Ralph will be good as well."

In the end, Mrs. Romestad saved some face for her daughter and found a really good point to praise.

Tonight, Ralph is destined to be the protagonist.

Playing the leading role, at the request of his neighbors, he performed all the magic he learned in school on the spot.

Watching the magic being released under Ralph's wand, the neighbors were full of pride. This was their child from Hogsmeade, not bad!

Although Emily looked disapproving, she also recognized Ralph's performance in her heart.

She also agreed that Ralph was better than both her and Buchanan.

As for envy, she can only express "haha". Since he is her younger brother, be prepared to be bullied all the time!

[In other words, it is currently the best for reading and listening to books,@

I still remember that last time, Daniel fell while washing outside, although it had nothing to do with it.

But after the four people in their dormitory discussed it, they always felt that it had something to do with going to wash up outside the dormitory.

As Ralph told it, Emily also remembered her own accommodation experience.

She couldn't help but join the team that complained about the lack of toilets in Hogwarts dormitories.

After they finished complaining, both of them felt relieved and continued with the banquet.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Although Ralph and Emily just complained about it, Aberforth still remembered it in his heart.

When he went back that night, he cast a [Sobering Curse] on himself, and then wrote a letter to his brother Albus.

You know how happy Albus was when he received Aberforth's letter in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Since their sister Ariana Dumbledore died in the melee, Aberforth has never spoken a word or written a letter to Albus.

Even if they have crossed paths, it was for business, such as fighting Grindelwald together.

Holding the letter tightly, the corners of his eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise, even though his nose was a little painful.

As an elder brother, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as an elder brother when he was a child. This is a pain that he cannot escape and let go of throughout his life.

When he was a student, his inaction, his arrogance, his love, his indifference, and his escape all added a layer of sorrow and pressure to this not-so-beautiful family.

"well!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Albus withdrew his gaze and opened the envelope.

The first line is, "My dear brother."

The handwriting of the words "elderbrother" is obviously heavy and rough.

But Albus didn't care. He rubbed these words repeatedly with his rough fingers, with dry tears in his eyes.

Keep reading.

No politeness, straight to the point, which is indeed in line with Aberforth's temperament, and the handwriting is sloppy.

Albus thought with a smile. How many years has it been since he saw his brother's name?

It's been a long, long time.

It was so long that he couldn't remember the time, so long that he didn't want to count the time.

"Is this your choice? Aberforth."

Albus said softly, and when he said "Aberforth", his voice was so low, so strange, yet so kind.

‘Since you regard him as a relative, then I do the same, no matter who he is or what his status is.,

He said this in his heart.

Finally, "Your dear brother, Aberforth Dumbledore."

Just the most basic letter format was enough to make Albus happy.

After reading it, he put the letter aside, crossed his fingers with his hands, rested his chin on them, and thought.

Fox flew over and tilted his head to read the letter.

….

Then he looked at Albus again, said nothing, flew back to his perch, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

After a long time, Albus woke up, picked up the letter, carefully put the envelope back, and solemnly put it in the cabinet.

With determination flashing in his eyes, he took a piece of parchment and started writing a letter.

"Dear Gale, how have you been lately?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I have a request, I hope you can agree..."

Albus wrote stroke by stroke.

'I believe Aberforth will agree. After all, this is for the good of the children.,

He was thinking this way and accidentally wrote the wrong word.

He raised his eyebrows, and the ink adjusted itself into the correct word. Albus continued writing.

"Your closest friend, Albus Dumbledore."

"Fox."

Albus waved to Fawkes.

Fox opened his eyes and saw Abu

Si waved the envelope in front of him.

Without even thinking about it, who else could he send the letter to, if not Grindelwald?

Fox glanced sideways at Dumbledore, picked up the letter, and disappeared in a flash of fire.

"Hiss! This Fox is going to burn me."

Albus looked at his somewhat blackened fingers and smiled.

Returning to his desk, he began to write a letter to Aberforth.

"My dear brother, how are you doing lately?"

The content of the previous part is mainly about the toilet problem in Hogwarts dormitory.

He said that Hogwarts will listen to the opinions of parents of students and work hard to build Hogwarts into a comfortable campus for students.

At the same time, they will urgently start the project of adding bathrooms to Hogwarts dormitories and complete the project during the summer vacation.

The latter part is about Ralph's outstanding performance in school, interesting things that happened to Albus himself, and his concern for Aberforth.

The main part of the story is still with Ralph.

Moreover, Albus still wrote it using the narrative method of "hearing it from various professors".

He knew what his brother didn't like, so he didn't write directly from his own perspective.

Once Aberforth discovers that he is "peeping" on his students, there might be another shouting letter.

However, Albus didn't look at it all the time, and he didn't look at just one person.

I only look at it when I'm not interested, and never in places like bathrooms and bedrooms.

As for his own interesting anecdotes, he only mentioned them in a few sentences, and also wrote down what happened when Fox burned his hand just now.

Albus looked at his hand. Here, isn't it still dark?

Concern is included in the polite ending of the letter format.

I'm really grateful that these formats allow Albus to express his concerns so obviously.

He knew that Aberforth was a strong person, which was especially obvious when facing him.

Therefore, it was impossible to write something about asking him to do something, such as "I hope you will take care of your body." Given their current relationship, it would directly arouse Aberforth's resentment.

I can only simply write, "I wish you good health" at the end of the letter.

After writing it, Albus summoned an owl and asked him to help him send it.

In this way, the two brothers gradually intersected in life.

….

Ralph also often saw Ariana in the portrait, smiling silly.

That night, Nurmengard.

Grindelwald, who was resting, was awakened by the light of Forks' fire.

"Did he disturb you to sleep? Calm down, you know, that's how he is."

Faced with Fox's dissatisfied nagging, Grindelwald offered words of comfort.

At the same time, after listening to Fox's narration, he also became a little curious about Ralph, whom he had never met.

But unfortunately, his chances of leaving Nurmengard are almost zero.

There were plenty of opportunities, but he wouldn't go out without the permission of a certain old sweet-toothed bee.

Taking Dumbledore's letter, he opened it.

Familiar handwriting, filled with vague longing, and memories of the past.

Like Dumbledore, Grindelwald rubbed his handwriting and read word for word.

Looking at the contents inside, the smile on his face became more obvious.

"This is your choice! Albus, it seems you still feel a little uneasy! Darkness is rising, that is real darkness! Hehehe..."

"They also gave me a new name, Gila Lighting Woods, tsk tsk tsk, it's not good at all, why isn't it Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald muttered to himself, then looked at Fox.

Fox turned his head away and took out the parchment and ink bottle with quill.

He felt that he really owed these two people.

"Thanks, Fox.

"

Sensing that Fox was a little unhappy, Grindelwald thanked him.

Fox gave a proud cry and forgave them.

"Dear Albus, thank you for your letter. It melted the ice left in my heart by the harsh winter."

"...I'm glad to receive your invitation...I can still handle the curse...but I hope you can send me the teaching materials and student information, if you still trust me..."

"Your Gail."

Carefully folding the letter paper and putting it into the envelope, Grindelwald gently blew the steaming sealing paint away.

"Fox."

He called, and soon, with a flash of fire, Fox appeared.

After taking the letter, it steamed up and disappeared into the air.

In the end, Grindelwald was left alone in this castle.

Walking to the position where he once was at the peak of his power, he looked at the world in front of him.

As winter passes and spring comes, the stored power will bloom into the most beautiful flowers in summer.

He stretched out his hand in an attempt to grasp the illusory flower blooming in the sky, but failed.

The security personnel below glanced at him boredly and didn't care.

‘Why are you so crazy if you don’t sleep at night?

They thought so.

"Destiny is hidden behind the surface, so where is yours?"

Grindelwald's eyes were shining with magical light, which was particularly conspicuous in the night, but no one noticed it.

"Forget it, I won't read it anymore, fate likes to lie the most."

Grindelwald murmured, turning around and going back to rest.

Just as he lay down, there was a flash of fire and Fawkes came over, accompanied by Dumbledore.

The two looked at each other in astonishment.

Grindelwald suddenly looked at himself awkwardly, and then looked at Dumbledore with a relieved smile.

….

"Put away the [Confusion Spell] on you, Gael."

Dumbledore said, stuck.

"Okay, are these your pajamas? They are still so fashionable."

Grindelwald said, removing the [Confusion Curse] from his body.

Fox looked at the old man in front of him whose temperament had changed drastically with a dull look on his face. He felt sorry for him for a long time.

‘The hearts of these wizards are all black.,

He thought so.

The two were chatting.

The moonlight gradually faded away, and the stars in the sky became more and more dense.

In this way, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor named Gila Lightenwoods came to Hogwarts.

"What, you want to install bathrooms in all the dormitories? I don't agree. Do you know how much it will cost?..."

The next morning, as soon as Dumbledore mentioned this matter to Professor McGonagall in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall was furious.

The output statements always revolve around "cost".

"I...I..."

Dumbledore couldn't get in at all.

The surrounding faculty and staff watched all this with interest.

"Stop, stop! Minerva, let me finish."

Dumbledore quickly used magic to say something.

Professor McGonagall stopped and looked at him with her head propped up.

After all, she was also a vice-principal. If Dumbledore didn't tell him why, she would never agree.

"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will donate to the school..."

"I don't agree! He has already taken the risk to become a professor, how can he be allowed to donate money?"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

Other professors have the same idea, which is outrageous.

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