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But after a while, Dumbledore thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed quite refreshing.
How about... Try it?
He hesitated a little. Anyway, he had a lot of galleons, and hundreds of people could still afford it. As long as he could remove the name magic, it would be considered a success.
However, after seeing his numb arm, Dumbledore gave up the idea.
Forget it, it's not appropriate now.
Dumbledore sighed. When chatting with Kyle, he always had the illusion that he was really old.
Because some of Kyle's ideas were always incompatible with him and very effective, but he never imagined that this was a kind of ideological restraint and had nothing to do with wisdom.
Just like the Hogwarts Express, it has obviously been abandoned by the times, but it is still running on the road for various reasons.
Because of this, Dumbledore always went to Harry to have another chat after talking to Kyle, and then Harry would remind him that it was not him who was out of touch with the times, but Kyle, Kyle. They are the 'few people' who are different.
At this time, the voices outside suddenly became much louder.
"Oh, I guess it's time for dinner." Dumbledore stood up and ended the conversation on his own initiative.
"Isn't it already so late without realizing it? I'm really hungry. I hope there's my favorite custard flan for dinner. I really like that one."
In fact, Kyle still has many questions that he has not asked, such as why Voldemort chose a special place like Austria, what he did specifically, and the details of the battle.
But Dumbledore seemed unwilling to say any more, and it was the same when talking about this topic just now. He would become vague for no reason, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.
But the problem is that Dumbledore doesn't want to say it, and he has no choice. He can't give him Veritaserum... huh?
Kyle raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have Veritaserum, and it was given by Snape.
But for a moment he couldn't remember where he put it. After all, it was something given by Snape, and he had no idea how to use it, so he usually just threw it away without cleaning it up carefully.
But it should be in the box. I can look for it carefully when I have time.
Kyle thought this as he followed Dumbledore out of the room.
Outside, Mrs. Weasley had indeed prepared dinner, and what Kyle didn't expect was that Lupine had also returned from St. Mungo's.
The bandages that were all over his body before now only have a few on his wrists, and his complexion looks much better, and he can move freely without support.
Although Kyle was pleasantly surprised by this, he was not too surprised.
As long as the damage is not caused by black magic, it is not a trouble for St. Mungo, not to mention that Lupine is a werewolf and has the ability to recover faster than ordinary wizards.
But Tonks still looked a little worried and kept following him.
"I'm glad you're okay." Kyle walked over and said hello.
"Thanks to Dumbledore, he brought the Phoenix Tears." Lupine said with a smile, "And I also want to thank you, Kyle."
"no need thank me?"
"I've heard all about what you and Mr. Scamander did."
Tonks had mentioned this to him before when he was at St. Mungo's, and several good friends he had developed in the werewolf tribe also sent him letters, saying that the group of werewolves in the Black Forest had already There has been no movement for a long time.
It seemed that they had moved, and the Death Eaters had looked for them, but found nothing.
And the werewolf in Knockturn Alley has not appeared again for a long time.
Thinking of this, Lupin couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that you guys solved the problem that I haven't solved for more than half a year in just a few days."
"Ah, it's nothing." Kyle waved his hand, "The main reason is that you are too soft-hearted. As long as you kill a few of the most cheerful ones, the others will naturally be honest."
Lu Ping was speechless, shook his head and said nothing.
If werewolves were really so easy to deal with, why would Dumbledore let him win them over? In the final analysis, it was still a matter of ability.
Lu Ping knew this very well, but he didn't care as long as the result was good.
"Okay, let's eat first." Mrs. Weasley came over and said.
She looked completely different from yesterday, she seemed to be in a good mood.
"Percy is awake." Charlie whispered beside him: "They said a few words, and mother was very happy."
"What did you say?"
"I don't know, the therapist only lets one person visit, we are all outside."
Several people walked into the restaurant, and the table was filled with all kinds of sumptuous food.
"The banquet." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "Today is a rare birthday for two people, so naturally we have to celebrate it well."
"There is one more thing worth celebrating." At this time, Tonks suddenly said.
She took Lupine's arm next to her and said, "We have decided to get married."
After a brief silence, there was a more lively discussion.
"Oh, have you decided yet?"
"when."
"This is great!"
……
"Congratulations, Moony Face." Sirius was undoubtedly the happiest one. Lupine was his best friend, and Tonks... From the perspective of the pure-blood family relationship, she was considered his niece?
It should be right. The relationship between pure-blood families is too messy and he is too lazy to sort it out. In short, that's what it means.
My good friend is getting married to my niece. It's really...wait a minute.
Sirius suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked at Lupine again, his eyes changed slightly.
He walked over and punched Lupine on the shoulder, "How come you never told me what happened?"
He didn't know whether it was intentional or he was too excited. The punch was not light, and it hurt so much that Lupine took a breath.
"What are you doing? It's nothing serious or serious. Remus has just recovered." Tonks glared at Sirius unceremoniously.
"Go, go, go, what do you know." Sirius said, and then he hugged Lupine's neck.
"Tell me why you hid it from me."
"I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just decided recently." Lupine said sheepishly: "I have been hesitating before. As you know, I am a werewolf. If I am with Tonks..."
"Forget it, I don't want to hear it anymore." Suddenly, Sirius pushed Lupin away.
"I don't care what you thought before, but now that you've made this decision, you can't go back on it, you know?
"Otherwise, I won't let you go, even if you are my best friend."
With that said, Sirius punched Lupine again, but this time it was much softer.
"I'm so happy for you."
"Thank you," said Lupine.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room reached its peak, and everyone was cheering.
Fred and George got some colorful crackers from nowhere, and the room was filled with all kinds of tiny snowflakes and dancing elves.
"Christmas stock." Fred slipped one to Kyle, "It's not a formal wedding anyway, it's the same."
"That's not what I'm surprised about," Kyle said. "What I'm surprised about is that you still have something left over from Christmas?"
"What do you mean by that?" George said angrily, "Forget it, I'm happy today, so I won't argue with you."
After saying that, he opened another cracker, this time it was a mini fire dragon and a golden Christmas tree.
"You two, don't go too far." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, obviously not taking it seriously. She turned to look at Dumbledore, "Albus... don't leave today, stay here." How about having dinner together?
I remember there was a nice bottle of old firewhiskey in the basement, Sirius..."
"I'll get it." Sirius ran downstairs quickly.
"An invitation too good to refuse," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It would be even better if there were custard tarts."
"I'm sorry, I'm not prepared," said Mrs. Weasley, "but would treacle marmalade be okay?"
Syrup, marmalade?
Kyle felt a toothache just listening to these two combinations, but Dumbledore looked very happy.
"Ah, I like this too."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 783 Voldemort’s Obsession
It's rare that No. 12 Grimmauld Place is so lively. Everyone gathers together to celebrate a memorable day. At the same time, some old barrels can also use this opportunity to drink a small glass of wine.
Normally, in order to cope with situations that might arise at any time, they never dared to drink and could only endure it, but today with Dumbledore here, they could indulge a little bit.
When Sirius returned with the fire whiskey that the Black family had kept for who knows how many years, he found that people around the table had already started to raise their glasses.
"Hey, why can't you wait for me to come back?" Sirius put the bottle on the table with dissatisfaction, "You will never imagine what good things you have missed. Even I can't find a fire whiskey of this vintage. Two bottles.”
"That's all right, you can leave it for Remus' wedding," said Mr. Weasley nonchalantly, "but now you'd better put that broken bottle down and taste this."
"Broken bottle?" Sirius wondered for a moment whether he hadn't made it clear, so he subconsciously turned the bottle, revealing the date of 1859 on it.
"Look clearly, this is Ogden's most classic Dragon Crystal Cask Fire Whiskey. It is truly aged. You actually call it a broken bottle?"
"Ha, it's only less than one hundred and fifty years." Mr. Weasley sneered with mock disdain.
This made Sirius even more confused. Since when did one hundred and fifty years of fire whiskey become so unattractive?
"Arthur is right, you really should have put that broken bottle away today." Finally, Lupin couldn't stand it anymore, picked up an ordinary glass bottle next to him, and poured the crystal amber mead inside into the quilt in front of Sirius.
"This is the real good stuff... a thousand years of mead."
"Mead and... wait, how many years did you just say?" Sirius almost jumped out of his chair and looked at Lupin in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I've never heard of a thousand years of mead."
"It's a bit complicated," Dumbledore said with a smile, "but if you only count the time, it's true. Why don't you try it yourself?"
Dumbledore's guarantee was obviously more credible than Lupin's. Sirius took a sip of doubt...and then decisively put the whiskey in his hand aside.
This is not surprising, after all, it is produced by Helga Hufflepuff. Even if the storage time is ignored, the taste will never be bad. This is the most basic quality of a foodie.
After taking a few sips of mead, the atmosphere of the banquet became more lively.
After Sirius arrived, the next step was to give birthday gifts.