Hearing Aberforth Dumbledore's words, Albus Dumbledore's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.
Though the surprise lasted only an instant, it was enough to make Aberforth Dumbledore smile. "Well? Didn't see that coming, did you?"
"I truly didn't, a little..." Albus Dumbledore admitted readily. "Where did they find the material?"
Aberforth Dumbledore had no wish to keep him in suspense. "A book called Introduction to Muggle Swordsmanship, or something. The author was Godric Gryffindor..."
"Introduction to Muggle Swordsmanship?" Albus Dumbledore nodded. "Perhaps only Vizet... could find all sorts of obscure books like that."
He seemed to think of something else, looking at the parchment draft clenched in Aberforth Dumbledore's hand as he kept fiddling with his thumbs, circling them back and forth.
"Aberforth, I've suddenly grown a little curious... What did Vizet say to you that made you think he was researching War Magic? Could you tell me?"
"Nothing much..." Aberforth Dumbledore recalled the meeting that morning and slowly recounted the entire process.
Albus Dumbledore listened and nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face. At the growth of Fred and George, Neville and Hanna, he showed heartfelt delight.
When Aberforth Dumbledore reached the part where Vizet had offered his own solution regarding "Magic Live Broadcast," his expression grew increasingly serious. Clearly, he did not want to miss a single detail.
"That was about it..." Aberforth Dumbledore cleared his throat. "After that, they left."
"I see. Thank you for your trouble..." Albus Dumbledore tapped the desk, and a tea set appeared with it. "Have some tea to soothe your throat!"
"I do know..." Aberforth Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Those thousands of barrels of Mead aren't some rumor. They really exist."
"I thought you might want a cup of tea too." Albus Dumbledore set down the teapot.