Chapter 251: You don't understand anything

"It's safe here, at least you don't need to worry about the harassment of the bad kittens!" Dumbledore said first: "Because my relationship with the bartender here is pretty good, would you like some butter beer?"
"Okay!" Jon nodded with a smile.
The butter beer keg was suddenly opened, and Fox flew onto the bed a little displeased.
Dumbledore poured two glasses of wine, and Jon handed a glass... Jon took it and took a sip.
"Some of the Slytherin students formed a reserve Death Eater organization." Jon took the lead and said: "Including Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Shabini..."
He directly reported the names of all the members of the Knights of Walpers, and finally added: "Of course, there is also me!"
"Really?" Dumbledore asked with a relaxed look, and at the same time drank a sip of butter beer, seemingly not surprised: "Then who are they leading?"
"It was Draco Malfoy..." Jon answered honestly, "It's me now."
"Cough cough cough..." Dumbledore quickly let out a violent cough, and it seemed that this butter beer choked him.
"It's okay, Professor." Jon stood up quickly and patted Dumbledore on the back.
Fox had flown over, and a tear fell on Dumbledore's hand, and Dumbledore squeezed it down... Then, his condition seemed to be back to normal.
"It's okay, it's just choking... Go ahead."
"Professor Hagrid should be keeping something in the Forbidden Forest..." Jon continued: "Someone has already noticed his anomaly. Professor, I suggest you warn him, otherwise he is likely to have problems."
"Hmm!" Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"And..." Jon hesitated for a moment: "Mrs. Greengrass, I saw the news in the Daily Prophet, she?"
"Don't worry!" Dumbledore smiled: "I knew about Diana a long time ago. You can tell the young Miss Greengrass that her mother will be fine!"
Seeing Dumbledore's statement, Jon could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The old and the young continued to chat in this dirty hut, mainly about some situations in the school.
"It's half past eleven!" Dumbledore looked up at the wall, the missing half of the clock, and said: "Jon, I suggest you go back quickly...or Mr. Filch will be very angry. !"
"I understand, Professor." Jon stood up, thought for a moment, and then took the initiative to speak: "Um... can you let Fox go to me again? I have a few questions that I want to ask you carefully... …But it still needs to be sorted out now!"
"Oh, about what?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"About Transfiguration." Jon said with a serious face.
"Okay, I welcome..."
...
After a few minutes, they went down the stairs.
Jon had put on the iron ring and changed back to Christopher Patrick's appearance.
Downstairs in the pig's head bar, the strangely dressed male waiter is still squatting on the ground, feeding a few goats.
Dumbledore nodded at him, and the hostess turned his head unceremoniously, ignoring him at all.
They walked out of the Pig's Head Bar together. Professor Dumbledore lowered his head and said softly, "Then I will go first. I think you have to go to the gate and be inspected by Mr. Filch."
Fox flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, only a golden light flashed, and the bird disappeared instantly.
Jon was also about to leave here, but a hand pressed his shoulder.
It was the weird male hostess, with a strong smell of sheep. Jon suspected that the hand holding his shoulder had just been licked by a goat.
"Hart?" He asked with some doubts: "Jon Hart?"
At this moment, Jon was indeed a little shocked, but when he thought of the other person's true identity (Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore), he was not too surprised.
He nodded.
"Follow me!" His old voice reached Jon's ear.
Then, he took Jon's shoulder again and pulled Jon into the pig's head bar again.
...
But this time, instead of going upstairs, they went to a small room in the basement.
There is a sturdy carpet here, which looks much cleaner than the upstairs; above the fireplace is a huge oil painting with a beautiful blonde girl about the same age as Jon. She stares timidly. The stranger in the house.
"Professor Dumbledore told you about my identity?" Jon looked at the bartender at the pig's head and asked softly.
He has already taken off the thick coat that covered his body. He revealed the face covered by the long, rope-like beard, and he wore a pair of glasses. Behind the dirty lenses were a pair of blue eyes identical to those of Principal Albus Dumbledore.
"No, I guessed it!" Aberforth Dumbledore said indifferently: "There are not a few students at Hogwarts, who can be treated specially by the great Headmaster Albus Dumbledore!"
When the word great was mentioned, his tone was obviously ironic.
"Would you like a butterbeer?" He had already picked up a dirty glass.
"No, Mr. Dumbledore... I have had two drinks today!" Jon quickly refused. Although there is no alcohol in butter beer, it will not get drunk; but it will be very greasy if you drink too much.
"What my brother told you~EbookFREE.me~ my true identity?" Aberforth Dumbledore raised his head in surprise, and looked up and down Jon with his blue eyes.
"No, I guessed it too!" Jon replied with a smile: "After all, there are not many people in this world who would have such trust from Principal Dumbledore."
"Huh, you are very smart!" Aberforth snorted coldly, then he pointed to the golden oil painting and said, "This is my sister, Arianna Dumbledore."
Jon noticed that he used "me" instead of "us".
Then Jon turned around and bowed slightly towards the the painting.
Ariana, who was only thirteen or fourteen, seemed very happy, and she waved at Jon happily.
Seeing Jon's behavior, Aberforth Dumbledore's cold expression eased a bit.
"Yes, you are very smart. It's a pity..." He said with a serious face:
"You don't understand anything, Jon Hart!"