"What's Albus?" Grindelwald asked Aberforth with his eyes.
Aberforth, "."
He knew that his brother had suffered from 'Basil Granger phobia' again.
A perfect man like Basil Granger, who seems to radiate the sun, explode at the slightest glance, and merge with it at the next step, is irresistible to naive young men and women.
Even someone like him who loves goats experiences Setsuna amazement and excitement at the return to youth.
But unlike him accepting Ariana and that guy being together.
His brother was in a Schrödinger's cat-like state of agreeing and disagreeing, but mostly agreed due to Ariana's attitude.
But sometimes, that's just how it is.
Aberforth cautiously looked around; thankfully, there was no one around the reef where they were.
Great, Albus one else will see Albus's pathetic and unambitious state.
"Hey! Aberforth."
Aberforth's body stiffened.
To make matters worse, Albus was squatting down, his face drooping and his lips pouting, playing with his fingers.
Grindelwald, noticing this, became serious: Albus, I will protect your reputation!
The familiar voice came from above them.
Aberforth looked up.
Those familiar splashes of fiery red, and the shimmering Mediterranean Sea under the moonlight, identified the visitor.
Arthur Weasley.
Half a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Despite being the director of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, he always finds opportunities to send himself on fieldwork to earn extra money.
He was also a regular at Hog's Head Inn.
His family members were sitting next to him on Flying Broomstick, flying alongside him.
Molly, of course, was Aberforth would recognize at a glance. Her brothers, the Prewett Brothers, were members of the Order of the Phoenix, his fallen comrades.
The tall, thin, handsome boy with long hair tied in a ponytail and a fang-shaped earring was undoubtedly Arthur's eldest son, Bill.
The most rebellious and handsome of his sons, he worked as a spellbreaker in Gringotts, Egypt.
The short, stocky guy next to him, with long hair, dark brown skin, and a broad face that looks like a nice guy, must be the second son Charlie.
The burns and scratches covering his arms undoubtedly betrayed his identity; Arthur had said that Charlie was studying dragons in Romania.
The guy with an ordinary build and face, but with very neatly styled red hair, must be Percy.
It's a real shame. He'll end up bald like Arthur when he's middle-aged, but he didn't grow his hair long while he was young.
He didn't need to distinguish the remaining four.
The Weasley twins were regulars at Hogsmeade and the Hog's Head Inn, where they frequently made their deals. Arthur often disguised himself in the crowd to protect his sons. This was easy; the patrons of the Hog's Head Inn all knew how to conceal their faces in various ways.
Ron only cares about height.
She's only in second grade, but she's almost as tall as her eldest son Bill.
I heard he likes to eat? Maybe that's why.
Ginny, the youngest and smallest of the Weasley family—
In a mere second, Aberforth processed these thoughts in his mind, then froze.
The person next to Ron wasn't Ginny, but the boy who could embarrass Ron with just a look— Harry Potter.
???
Why is one of them missing?
He had to find goats with symmetrical horns, or have them Transfiguration, and his eyes instantly turned red with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
And Albus too!!!!
Aberforth is going crazy.
Grindelwald stood directly in front of Dumbledore in a rather ambiguous posture, with an expression that was... well, you know.
Damn it! I know my brother likes men, but not in front of me!
And it shouldn't be Grindelwald!
At least, there shouldn't be any outsiders!
It's best if you don't know that outsider!
But reality
Hehe, hehe, let the world end!
Ariana has Granger protecting her, so there's no need to worry.
He didn't care where Ginny Weasley was or why the Weasley family had so much money to buy so many brooms.
At the same time, Molly Weasley and her husband quickly stepped in front of their sons, including Harry.
"Don't look!"
"Dumbledore, what is he doing here?"
"This place is very remote."
"If I had known, I wouldn't have told you."
The two complained as they flew around Harry and his friends like a mother otter protecting her cubs from falling into the water, carrying them away from their original spot.
Molly's face was as red as her hair. Although everything that had just happened was embarrassing, it also brought back fond memories of late nights with Arthur in a corner of the school when she was young.
"You guys go have fun on your own, Arthur and I are going to explore other places."
Go somewhere else to play = an invitation with the sound of water.
Arthur understood immediately.
He coughed once more, "Luckily Ginny isn't here. Remember not to spread what you saw today."
Ron blurted out, "Why would we need to spread the word! That German exchange student is living in the same office as Dumbledore!"
Bill and Charlie's eyes flashed with surprise and doubt. Holy crap! Is the principal playing such a trick?
Percy snapped, "Ron, shut up."
Ron looked at Fred and George defiantly, "I'm telling the truth. Everyone knows that."
Before Fred and George could answer, he nudged Harry again, "Harry, say something!"
Fred and George nodded.
But the two's mischievousness made the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley somewhat skeptical.
All eyes turned to Harry.
Harry hesitated.
He knew Manstein's true identity; Dumbledore had revealed it to him, Sirius, and the professors on the lawn that day.
Dumbledore and 'Manstein' are legitimate.
Just as legitimate as what Mr. Weasley were about to do.
But if he says yes, doesn't that mean he's talking badly about people behind their backs?
Isn't this a bit too much? It would be fine if the target was Voldemort.
Dumbledore was his beloved headmaster, worthy of respect.
She was, after all, a kind and loving elder.
Ron sensed Harry's hesitation and placed his hand on the back of Harry's hand.
"Harry, everyone knows about this."
"That Manstein been openly and openly entering and leaving the Headmaster's Office on numerous occasions."
"At night, they would openly pretend to ask passersby for directions to the toilets to assert their dominance."
"So much time has passed, Dumbledore himself has never denied it."
"You then—"
Before Ron could finish speaking, Harry nodded emphatically, "Yes! Ron is right."
"Harry ~" Percy sighed heavily.
He wouldn't care if it were just a scandal involving the principal.
But this headmaster was from Gryffindor and had a close relationship with their family.
As Prefect and the third son of the Weasley family, even self-deception is better than admitting it outright.
Molly's face, which had just been flushed, turned even redder.
She even felt her ears and neck burning, so she quickly grabbed Arthur's arm tightly with her right hand and looked away.
She knows more than the child.
Beside Dumbledore and the German boy was Dumbledore's brother Aberforth.
She even brought her younger brother along to do this kind of thing.
Bringing both younger brothers along, surely it's not just for the sake of rhyming?
That's too flashy!
Arthur, who also knew Aberforth's identity, gave a dry summary. "Perhaps this is a side effect of the Philosopher's Stone."
"Looking so old for so long, suddenly becoming young again."
"And that boy looks a lot like Grindelwald."
"They were all Germans."
"This is unavoidable."
Fred and George shook their heads. "Dad, you're mistaken." "According to our research, Grindelwald is actually Austrian."
"The greatest achievement of the Austrian Ministry of Magic is—" "Making everyone think Grindelwald is German."
Harry, who was familiar with Muggle history, suddenly remembered that indescribable person.
He quickly changed the subject, "By the way, where did Ginny go?"
Bill tossed his long hair (Mrs. Weasley's expression changed instantly, and she lovingly touched her wand), "Perfect timing, I was just wondering about Ginny's whereabouts too."
"Percy, you said she was busy and couldn't come right now."
"Could it be that she found a boyfriend?"
"This is too early!"
Mrs. Weasley, who was about to launch a sneak attack with her wand in hand, froze.
Charlie's muscles bulged, and for the first time, a sharp edge appeared on his gentle face.
Mr. Weasley, who was fixing his hair and trying to hide his bald patch, also stopped what he was doing.
Even the usually smiling Weasley twins had tense faces.
Ron, who had just been lost in thought, suddenly sharpened his gaze as he looked at the beach-like barbecue stall.
Percy felt a little breathless under the watchful eyes of both strangers and familiar family members.
He felt as if a pair of hands were tightly gripping his neck. "Ginny... isn't... in a relationship."
Mrs. Weasley's attention was drawn to Bill and Charlie's long hair, but Bill's earring still captured her full attention.
Charlie has become a nice guy again.
Mr. Weasley carefully styled his hair.
Fred and George whistled.
Ron stared intently at the food, a glistening drop appearing in his mouth.
It was as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.
Percy, panting, caught his breath. "You all know Luna, right?"
"That girl from the Lovegood family."
She was assigned to Ravenclaw.
"Penelope, the Prefect of Ravenclaw— "
Fred and George interrupted Percy, "Penelope?" "You mean the girl who rejected you in the Great Hall?"
"Champion of Ravenclaw." "A griffin circling atop the tower (a legendary creature with the body and claws of a lion, the head and wings of an eagle)!"
Percy blushed and said something like, "That wasn't a rejection," "She was just hesitant," and "She said goodnight to me today."
Ron rolled his eyes and whispered to Harry beside him, "Percy is too naive. As long as Basil is at Hogwarts, we boys will have a hard time choosing a partner. All those pretty, outstanding girls who think they're good enough for him are eyeing Basil."
"I've received so many letters asking me to pass them on to him."
Harry, who didn't yet have a girl in his heart, nodded indifferently.
"What are you doing, Mom!" Bill covered his ears.
His voice woke Percy, who was once again immersed in "love."
The others also looked at Bill.
Mrs. Weasley stood with one hand on her hip, her eyes full of displeasure. "It even has a horrible, long fang on it. Really, Bill, what are the people at the bank saying?"
"Your hair looks terrible, honey. I really wish you would let me get it trimmed."
"Mom, the people at the bank don't care what I wear, as long as I find lots of treasure," Bill explained patiently. Then he turned to Charlie, "Look at Charlie. He's still in Romania researching dragons!"
"He's not afraid of having his hair singed by a fire dragon, so why should I, who's just searching for ways to break magical traps in ancient ruins, care?"
Charlie, who was watching his brother's Charlie: Bill! You framed me!
He quickly said, "Mom, our hairstyles are very fashionable now."
"It is also common among famous wizards."
"You're so out of touch."
"And compared to Professor Dumbledore's hair, this isn't even considered long—"
Charlie stiffened; he realized he had said something he shouldn't have.
Bill looked at his younger brother speechlessly.
Mrs. Weasley gasped, gripping the broom handle as she collapsed onto Mr. Weasley.
"What did you say--"
"You all learned this from Dumbledore!"
The brothers' combination reminded her of Dumbledore and his brother.
A rich imagination brings countless indescribable scenes to mind.
She screamed, "Cut your hair now! Right now! Right now!"
Bill smiled wryly, "Mom, my sexual orientation is very mainstream. I only like pretty girls."
Charlie hesitated for a moment, the images of scaly, flame-breathing 'girls' flashing through his mind. "I don't like men."
At this moment, Charlie's hesitation was as obvious as a fly on a blank sheet of paper.
Mrs. Weasley was completely enraged. "It's my fault."
"If I didn't boast about Dumbledore's excellence, you wouldn't go to Gryffindor."
"If you don't go to Gryffindor, you won't go astray."
"If I hadn't gone astray, things wouldn't be like this now."
"Ron!"
"Let go of Harry's hand!"
"Do you want to go astray too?!"
Ron wiped his drool, looking aggrieved. "Harry and I are just friends."
Harry nodded eagerly. If only they weren't up in the sky right now. If there were people around, at least things wouldn't be like this.
Percy remained clear-headed throughout: Weren't we talking about Ginny? How did we suddenly get onto hair and now we're talking about sexuality?
Fred and George beamed. "Keep going! Keep going!"
Bill then fixed his gaze on Charlie again, "Charlie, tell me the truth! Do you like men or not?"
"It's just that you hesitated for a moment. Mom, I haven't learned anything bad from Dumbledore."
"I am absolutely certain!"
Mr. Weasley cautiously probed, "Molly, are you mistaken?"
"Bill and Charlie show no signs of that."
"Ron is even less likely. He even hides Muriel's picture under his pillow!"
Ron nodded quickly, "Yes! It has nothing to do with me—"
After regaining his senses, he thought, "Oh no, should I just get Voldemort to give me an Avada right now?"
Mrs. Weasley's breathing stabilized.
"Bill and Charlie are still in doubt."
Do you remember Bill's Brazilian pen pal?
He attends school in Castelobruxo, Brazil.
"Bill simply couldn't participate in the exchange program for European students offered by Castelobruxo."
"That pen pal sent him a cursed hat that made both of his ears wrinkle up."
"Don't you think this is going too far? Their relationship is definitely not normal!"