[HP] Read "No Peace"

"I came back to get something," Aberforth said to Albus, and his "I'm not worried about you starving yourself" look made Albus laugh. 】

Dumbledore did laugh.

["Yes, and I've had a comfortable day at home," said Albus to Aberforth, "but the sugar ran out."

Aberforth's expression changed, and he strode into the kitchen, coming out a moment later.

"Albus." He said to his brother calmly, "You have to buy this thing yourself, you are the only one living in the house."

"I was going out," said Albus gently.He showed Aberforth the robe and cloak he was wearing - they didn't look like house clothes.

"Don't go to Diagon Alley," said Aberforth quickly.And looked away under Albus' gaze, "Don't go." He still insisted softly.

"I see what you mean, Aberforth." Albus smiled, walked up to Aberforth, and patted his brother's hand.

"Thanks for your suggestion, so what I'm planning to go to is actually the supermarket at the end of the road."

"supermarket?"

"The one opened by Muggles."]

"It's a pity that I don't have a chance to see this," Dumbledore said regretfully, and was met with blank stares from several people at the same time.

[So Albus appeared in the Muggle supermarket a few minutes later, still wearing dragonskin high heels with silver buckles, brightly colored robes and a pointed hat with gold and silver flowers.However, as he walked through the path of people coming and going, many people—of course, Muggles passed him by, but none of them paid attention to the fancy-dressed old man passing by. 】

Harry couldn't help grinning.

[Albus bought two packets of sugar, a jar of honey and some yeast and fruit.His mind floated long ago—perhaps as long as a hundred years (“It’s really long enough,” Sirius said.)—to learn to make fruit pies, although at that time, it had never been successful (they always too sweet or not fluffy enough), but that doesn't mean it won't work now.

As Albus wanded them and marched home like a band ("That's fun," Grindelwald lip-synced.), a wizard—about seventeen or eighteen, depending on his age— It was the young wizard who had just grown up and appeared in Albus' sight.

He was wearing a black robe without the Hogwarts school badge on it, but the style was exactly the same as the school uniform, with brown hair and black eyes, and an ordinary appearance.

Albus recognized the child, a Gryffindor who had entered the school the same year as Harry, and Albus remembered his name as Dean Thomas. 】

Hermione couldn't help but "ah", and glanced at Harry.

【"Hello, principal...Mr. Dumbledore." Dean seemed a little embarrassed and nervous when he saw Albus, he took a step back, and then found that he couldn't really avoid Albus' sight, So he had no choice but to bow his head and greet him in a low voice.

Albus watched Dean's movements: with his hands behind his back and his head lowered, he rubbed his feet lightly on the ground—a typical expression of nervousness and impatience.

He smiled at the boy's straightforwardness and simplicity. "Good morning, Mr. Thomas."

"Something went wrong when I Apparated," Dean whispered. "I'm leaving now."

"Goodbye." Albus's farewell was overshadowed by the sound Dean made when he Apparated: a sort of crackling.

He looked at the trees behind Dean with some regret, and lost his mind for a while.

"I suppose you discovered a new theorem of Transfiguration in the pattern of bark, Albus."

While Albus was deep in thought, Aberforth's voice came from behind him.

Albus saw Aberforth tense - obviously worried about his brother, which made Albus smile warmly.

"I was thinking of an apple pie recipe, and I think you'd like that."

"No." Aberforth said simply, "I'm going back to the Hog's Head, I can't live there without me."

"Your business is good," said Albus.

"Not bad—just better than a headmaster who gets kicked out of school."

Then Albus and Aberforth walked the rest of the way in silence, and things like honey pots followed the shadows of the two old men unsteadily on the sunny path.

The home was decorated very warmly, and Albus returned the things he bought to everyone, and sent Aberforth away at the same time.

After a brief tidying up, Albus sat by the window - that was Candela's favorite seat once, and now it was Albus's, finally - thinking.He wasn't sure if these events: the uncanny and the understandable, would end there, and he wanted to find something to do before something happened.

No, it’s not studying books and increasing knowledge. Albus likes these very much. In fact, he has been doing it all the time. The thirst for knowledge and exploration of the unknown have formed part of the old man’s life. His words: emotional and rational simple and complex; definite and vague; wizarding and Muggle, all with an uncommon receptivity and learning ability, which made Albus Dumbledore's name famous in his school days. (Riddle obviously showed an expression of interest), but like a horse without a bridle, when he wandered in the full imagination and thinking of his youth, those things that brought him were not all good luck .

After much deliberation, Albus decided - to explore something.

Those things that make him feel at a loss may be the reality of this world, what could be more tempting than this?

"I can't believe it! Albus Dumbledore! You just left Godric's Hollow and home!"

Aberforth's roaring letter trembled in front of Albus, Albus looked at the distorted letter paper and giggled, he was happy for his brother's concern, and sighed silently—— It is the No.60 seven howling letters he received recently, and the previous 66 letters came from people he knew or did not know. Of course, there were no particularly familiar names among them, but most of them were "Wediselt" and the like The nobody who made Albus smile slightly,]

"Who is that?" Sirius couldn't help asking.

"Never heard of it," Dumbledore replied calmly and honestly.

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Well...this chapter is mostly reading...no big deal. 【Watch the sky