Chapter 2007: Dead so well

Aberforth never liked the place that was too bright.
Therefore, whether it was in the pig's head bar or the house in the refuge district, there are only one or two lamps left in the house.
Coupled with the thick curtains covering the light, even in daylight, his home was still very dark.
Right now in the afternoon, Aberforth is counting the supplies in the storeroom next to the kitchen-since the basic food and water are regularly supplied by the Blois's house in the dark, normal consumption is nothing to worry about for the time being. . But since he reopened the bar here and provided everyone with a place to spend time and get together, is the wine always ready?
It's a pity that the inventory that he brought out of the wine cellar of the pig's head bar at that time is not much left.
"... Flame Whiskey is gone? Huh, that bald dog sneaked up to me again to drink and drink ... Looking back, he must come and see that I have to beat him out!"
When the old man reached out and pushed the barrel, he almost heard that there was no sound of liquid sloshing. He suddenly cursed a few words, and then frowned, then lifted the empty barrel to the other side. Aside.
It was also at this moment that a knock on the door suddenly rang from the back door direction, and Aberforth raised his eyebrows a little by the familiar rhythm.
"So early today?"
Unconsciously, Aberforth has gradually become accustomed to the existence of Charlotte-although the appearance of this little baby girl is not like his sister Arianna who died in his early years, his personality is even worse. But I have to say that in some small places of care and patience, they do have some similarities.
Perhaps ... this is Aberforth who doesn't like walking too close to others. The biggest reason why he can gradually accept Charlotte's help!
But it is worth mentioning that the recent Charlotte is more and more similar to the once introverted Arianna!
"Come in!" Aberforth heard the knock on the door, and said aloud when he didn't look back, "Is it necessary for people who come every day to knock on the door like they are coming for the first time?" ? "
However, Charlotte did not give any answer. She just came in silently from the back door of the kitchen next door, and put on an apron and sleeves without saying a word, twisted the rag and wiped the table over the bar in the living room.
Aberforth paused for a moment, stood still and listened for a few seconds, but finally shook his head slightly.
After he had counted the rest of the wine in the storeroom, he went to the outside living room again. Seeing that Charlotte was still cleaning the table and washing his glasses, he paused slightly before he said:
"Just take a break when you're ready. There must be a lot of people coming tonight. I guess it's too late ... I'll go upstairs to make up for it. Don't call me anything."
Having said that, he turned around and walked out of the bar, walking straight towards the side stairs. But before he stepped on the first step, he heard a sudden click from the front door.
Because the front door has not been opened, it is probably that someone came over and pushed down the door to make such a movement-in short, it seems that a certain "guest" also arrived earlier.
"Let me go."
Charlotte whispered softly, then lowered the rag in her hand and walked to the door. And now, the sentence outside knocked on the door.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"
"Click."
When Charlotte opened the door and took a look, Sirius was standing outside. He smiled at each other when he saw Charlotte.
"Oh, you too? Good afternoon ... I thought I had to enter through the back door again today, and Aberforth would take a nap in the afternoon almost every day."
As he said this, he walked in naturally. But soon, he saw that Aberforth was standing in front of the stairs right now, looking at himself unhappy.
"I don't welcome guys who steal alcohol here! Go out and don't let me throw you out!"
"Hey, Aberforth, today I just want to come for a drink."
Sirius actually just returned from Boothbatten at this moment. If he changed someone else, he would immediately want to ask him about Mrs. Maxim's letter. And this is undoubtedly a headache.
Fortunately, Aberforth wasn't curious about those things. He didn't have to worry too much for the time being. And it is clear that today, Aberforth has become much more forgiving than in the past.
"It doesn't matter if you are a thief today or yesterday!"
Although he said so, Aberforth did not really want to drive him away. Watching Sirius go to the bar, he was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but turned around and walked back to the storeroom.
"same as usual!"
Sirius added a sentence, but Aberforth ignored it.
Before long, he went to the bar behind a bar with a wine bottle, took a cup at will, and then slammed heavily in front of Sirius.
"Flame whiskey has been drunk by a bald dog used to being a thief, and now there is only ordinary monk whisky." Aberforth said impatiently, "want to drink myself."
"Of course, of course, which time did you not do it yourself?"
Without paying much attention to the "bald dog" or something, Sirius pulled out his wand and gently sipped on the edge of the glass. With a few beeps, a few ice cubes fell into the glass.
After pouring a small cup for himself, Sirius lifted his neck and drank it, followed by a slow spit of sigh.
Aberforth, accustomed to observing guests, naturally saw that he had troubles in his mind, but ... Now, who hasn't had enough troubles to pile up! This situation is not surprising.
Otherwise, why is the wine in his storeroom so short?
"By the way, Aberforth, I want to ask you a little question." Sirius poured some amber liquor again, took a sip, and then suddenly it seemed like he thought of something, and his head was not Raising the tunnel, "When Albus left ... what was it like in your heart?"
"Are you sure you want to listen?"
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"It's simple-it's a real death!"
"Ahem ..."
Sirius was caught.
Although he was somewhat known, there seemed to be some contradiction between the Dumbledore brothers, but at the moment hearing Aberforth's answer, he was still speechless.
Regardless of whether this is serious or not, at least ... it is possible to describe the death of his own brother in this way, which is probably not something that ordinary people can do.
"Forget it," Sirius waved and shook his head. "You don't have to, it can't be used as a reference."
After all, he suddenly took another big sip of wine and swallowed it with helplessness in his heart.
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