Facing that pile of parchment drafts, Aberforth Dumbledore asked very warily, "What is this?"
"It had better not be some bizarre secret, right? The moment I pick it up and glance at it, I'll have to sign some kind of Magic Contract with you?"
Albus Dumbledore was caught between laughter and exasperation. He shook his head lightly and said, "Of course it's nothing of the sort... Have I ever used something like that on you before?"
Aberforth Dumbledore gave a snort of laughter. "You haven't used it on me because I know exactly what kind of person you are..."
"But I do know someone... that silly boy Newt, in other words, who was tricked by you using a similar method. You can't deny that, can you?"
"Can I deny it?" Albus Dumbledore shrugged. "You already said it yourself. You know exactly what kind of person I am..."
"Still, I do suggest you take a look. These drafts all contain some very interesting material. You know Vizet researched War Magic, which means..."
"Vizet and his friends discussed some interesting topics, and you were involved as well. If you can understand a little of what's in the drafts..."
"The next time Vizet talks about his research findings in magic, you won't be too surprised, or even be on tenterhooks for him. What do you think?"
"I need to be on tenterhooks for him?" Aberforth Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "He can research whatever he likes. What do I have to worry about?"
He gave a disdainful smile, but still raised his hand and picked up the stack of parchment drafts. His raised eyebrow stayed where it was as he began browsing the contents on the parchment.
Albus Dumbledore watched Aberforth Dumbledore's movements, stroking his beard with a smile and saying nothing.
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