Now this man was telling him he was leaving with someone he had known for less than two months, and taking their sick younger sister along.
What a joke!
He looked at his own brother as though he were a stranger.
"You foolish brat. You have no idea how talented your brother is, much less how great and sacred our cause is. All you can do is stand in our way, dragging him down with that pathetic, narrow mind of yours."
"Shut your mouth!"
Aberforth spun around, his fingers trembling with rage.
"You lying fraud, you filthy lunatic! What good could come of someone who got expelled from school? Who knows how you bewitched my brother into losing his mind! Get out of my house!"
"Enough, Aberforth!" Young Albus Dumbledore's expression changed. He hurried forward, placing himself between them. "It isn't what you think-"
But it was already too late.
Grindelwald drew his wand as fast as a flash of lightning.
Gerald did not even see how his arm moved. In the next instant, the tip of that wand was already aimed at Aberforth.
"You little brat. You'll pay for those words."
"Cruciatus Curse!"
A dazzling green light shot from the wand's tip, striking Aberforth squarely in the chest.
Young Aberforth's body abruptly went rigid. Then his limbs began convulsing uncontrollably as he fell to the floor, a piercing scream escaping his mouth.
Gerald's pupils suddenly contracted.
He, too, had experienced the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. It truly was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Some people even suffered mental breakdowns after repeated torture with the Cruciatus Curse. Neville's parents in the original story were just such a case.
"Stop, Gellert! Stop it right now! He's my brother!"
Young Albus Dumbledore's face went deathly pale. He drew his