Who hacked my protagonist

Chapter 10

The atmosphere in the wizarding world in Germany is becoming more and more tense. The saint power headed by Gellert Grindelwald is almost expanding its power at an unbelievable speed. Open German wizards are more open than British wizards. Emphasizing strength and respecting the strong, countless wizards surrendered at the feet of that powerful blond man, admired him, and followed him.

Gellert Grindelwald, the man who had every reason to follow, was powerful, proud, and big-hearted—he didn't mind, and even accepted, the title of Dark Lord given to him by feared wizards.

And this flame of war may soon burn to England!Albus took a sip of the fire whiskey and stared at the empty space in front of him in a daze.

A figure walked past him, quickened its pace, and turned a blind eye to him.

Perhaps it was the impulse brought by alcohol, but Albus suddenly stood up and called out the name of the person who came: "Aberforth!"

The figure of the man paused, and then he turned around, the same blue eyes as Albus were full of hatred, he just looked at him, but didn't speak.

"Aberforth." Albus called out again, "Aberforth, would you like to have a drink with me? Just one!" He looked at him with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

His elder brother, who is arrogant by nature, seems to have never been so humble before!Aberforth was a little dazed, and when he came to his senses, he was already sitting in front of Albus.

Albus laughed at Aberforth's movement, as if just such a small gesture was enough to satisfy him.

"Are you just looking at me like that when you stop me?" Aberforth said impatiently.

"Aberforth, my brother hasn't seen you for a long time." Albus sighed, "How are you recently?"

Albus showed a mocking expression: "Of course I'm fine. Compared with the dead Ariana, how can I be worse if I'm still alive?"

Ariana's death has always been a thorn in Albus's heart, and it hurts as if it would break his heart if he touched it a little.

The color of Albus's face faded in an instant, he raised the wine in his hand tremblingly and drank it down in one gulp, and then there was a series of intense coughing sounds.

Aberforth didn't know why, but suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The two sat face to face in silence, the atmosphere stagnant.

"I opened a vault in Gringotts." Albus looked away and whispered, "It was opened in your name, and there are some Galleons in it. If you..."

"No need." Aberforth's eyes turned cold again, and a sneer appeared on his face again: "Why, do you think I've embarrassed you by being a bartender at the Pig's Head Bar?"

"That's not what I meant!" Albus smiled wearily, "Aberforth, you are my own brother, I just want to take care of you."

"Just take care of yourself." Aberforth stood up annoyed: "If you are really guilty, go and kill that man named Gellert Grindelwald and pay for Ariana's life." As long as he does this, no matter who killed Ariana that day, he can recover from the past and admit that the person in front of him is his and Ariana's elder brother.

Albus opened his mouth, then buried his head in his arms dejectedly, avoiding the sight of the man opposite him.

Aberforth waited quietly for a while, with disappointment in his eyes, he sneered, turned and left.

In your heart, Gellert Grindelwald is more important than me and Ariana combined!

So what are we?Albus Dumbledore, what do you think of me and Ariana?Do you really treat us as siblings?

Albus lay motionless on the table, tightly clenched by his fists half covered by his cuffs. When he raised his head again, all his emotions had been sorted out, and when he got up to pay, he was still that kind. The mild-mannered Dumbledore Vice-Headmaster.

Before you know it, another school year has passed, and when the new school year begins, Albus is once again given the task assigned by Principal Armando Dippet—to pick up a rather special student.

"His name is Rubeus Hagrid, and he is a half-giant." Armando Dippet said to Albus: "His reply was written by his father, who was once a wizard. , but later lost its magic power due to an accident, and is now seriously ill, but the mother is a giant, and has abandoned their father and son long ago, so the father hopes that Hotwarts can send a professor to guide it. The child's situation is a bit special, but as long as it is a little wizard whose name appears on the list, Hogwart will open the door to welcome him, Albus, my child, I hope you can comfort their father and son, so that this child can Come here in peace."

"I understand." Albus took the note with Hagrid's current address on it, and nodded, "Don't worry, the headmaster, I will bring him here."

The place where Hagrid lived was even more dilapidated and remote than Albus thought. When he found the boy with an obvious figure, Hagrid was squatting in front of his house having fun with a big dog. While thinking, Hagrid hurriedly stood up, he seemed to be in a panic, just stood there in a daze like that, stuttering even when he spoke.

"You, who are you?" Hagrid's voice was very loud, but his tone was a little timid.

"I'm the professor at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore." Albus softened his voice and looked up at him: "Are you Rubeus Hagrid? Can you sit down?" Sure enough, he is worthy of having half-giant blood. He is only 11 years old and already has a height of nearly three meters. Only his childish expression is a little bit in line with his age.

At this time, Hagrid's father, who heard the sound, came out of the house. His face was pale and haggard, and his figure was thin and thin, as if he could fall down at any time.

"Hagrid, go play in the forest first. Father and the professor sometimes have to talk." The old man ordered.

Hagrid picked up the big dog beside him, glanced at Albus, turned around and ran obediently towards the forest.

"Professor Dumbledore, please come in!" The man wrapped his clothes around his body and said to Albus.

Maybe Hagrid was born for some other reason, but the old man's love for his son is unquestionable. After some conversation, Hagrid's father finally spoke his heartfelt words to Albus.

"Because he is much taller than ordinary children, and his brain is not smart, Hagrid has been rejected by other young wizards of the same age." The man smiled bitterly: "Professor Dumbledore, I am willing to send Hagrid into Hogger." Watts, I don't want him to become more powerful, but I just hope he can make friends in Hogwarts, at least not so lonely that he can only be with those animals."

As a father, he only had this meager hope, and he kept holding on to it, but he didn't know that this wish, which had already been fulfilled, would be brutally shattered by a teenager three years later.

After entering Hogwarts, Hagrid's life was not good. His unusual height made him subconsciously rejected by young wizards, and his clumsiness made him unable to integrate into the circle of young wizards. In the end, he could only become friends with the animals in Hogwarts just like at home, and Albus had no choice but to do this—he couldn’t force others to be friends with Hagrid, right? As well as the vice-principal of Hotworth, he really has a lot of things to do.

"Okay, then I officially announce that this year's Academy Cup champion belongs to Slytherin!" At the end of one school year, Armando Dippet stood in the center of the guest table and said loudly attribution.

There was a thunderous cheer and stomping across the Slytherin table.

"The House Cup is our Slytherin again."

"It's really thanks to Senior Riddle, otherwise we must have been deducted a lot of college points."

"Yeah, speaking of it, since Riddle came to Slytherin, the House Cup has always belonged to us Slytherin."

"I heard that senior Riddle will become a prefect next semester."

"Not only the seniors, but even the chairman of the student union in the future will definitely be the seniors."

"That's right, besides senior Riddle, who else is qualified?"

"The identity is mysterious, the magic power is powerful, and the results are the first every time..."

The little wizards of the lower grades all looked at the handsome young man who was sitting at the head of the table with an air of arrogance and humility, with admiration and fascination in their eyes.

Tom Riddle has long turned a blind eye to these gazes, and he is not surprised by the honor of the Academy Cup, but there is inevitably a glint of complacency in his expression.

Tom Riddle is indeed in a good mood. There is really a lot of good news this school year. The prefect for the next semester is already in his pocket. With this status, many of his actions can be very good By doing so, his organization can also use this to attract more noble little wizards to enter, his life experience has finally made progress, and the search for the secret room has new clues.

And this holiday, he was also invited by his friend—the current head of the Malfoy family, Abraxas Malfoy, to visit Malfoy Manor.

A series of good things happened, which really made him unable not to be excited.

Tom Riddle twirled the cup in his hand and smiled vigorously!

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