Harry stared at the thing blankly.

"Dart? That's your patron saint?" Ron shouted in surprise. He looked around, then as if he had thought of something, inhaled in a small mouth and said, "Will anyone use the time converter? We use the time converter!?"

"No, I guess not." Harry said half sure and half puzzled, "It's not a stag, but... but another creature with long horns."

At this moment, Hermione pulled his sleeve and said in surprise: "Harry! Ron! Look over there, that, that's-"

They looked in the opposite direction of the castle and saw a small, blurred gray figure in the gap in the cast iron gate.

"…Dumbledore?" Ron's eyes bulged.

"No," Harry said excitedly, although he didn't know why. "It's Abforth. Let's go!" He jumped from the slope halfway up, at a rapid speed.

During the running time, some vague thoughts before took shape in my mind. Maybe Abuforth knew something, Voldemort's wand... If Principal Dumbledore really planned to give it to Snape, it must have something to do with him.

Harry thought anxiously that he still knew nothing about how to remove the soul fragments from his body.

At the entrance of the cast iron gate, Harry and Abforth faced each other, "Boy, are you?" Abforth shouted irritably, suspected that his patron saint had spread the news wrongly.

"It's me," Harry gasped, a complicated feeling surged in his heart, he knew what the old man had experienced.

"Is there something wrong?" Abuforth said impatiently. At this time, Ron and Hermione ran over unhappily.

"Well," Harry racked his brains, "we just saw you... your patron saint, that long-horned big guy..."

"Goat, yes, goat." Abfoth said absently, his blue eyes, like Dumbledore, looked towards the castle.

"You are looking for Principal Dumbledore, right?" Harry suddenly understood Abuforth's purpose. "It's a pity that I don't know how to open the door. A protective spell was cast near Hogwarts..." As a result, his words seemed to poke a hornet's nest.

"I don't want to go in, I don't want to go in at all, do you understand!" Abuforth suddenly roared, and Harry and the other two were shocked. "This place makes me sick, and I can't believe he did this! After those things happened!"

"Mr. Dumbledore? You-" Hermione said nervously.

"Don't call me that!" Abforth roared, "I-Aliana-" He gasped violently, his eyes widened terriblely, and his wand spewed out clusters of flames, as if he could kill people at any time.

The three people who were just one door were shocked.

After a moment, Abufors calmed down himself.

"Stop meddling in other people's business, some of you."

"But," Harry mustered up his courage, "if you don't like this, why come? And you're also celebrating the festival with... Principal Dumbledore."

The muscles on Abuforth's face trembled one by one.

"You want to know? Because my despicable and shameless brother threatened me and forced me to make a choice... Look, he is here." He said viciously, Harry turned his head suddenly, and Principal Dumbledore suddenly appeared not far away, strode towards them.

"President Dumbledore." Harry whispered, feeling ashamed, perhaps because he had fallen into the conflict between Dumbledore's brothers, perhaps because he had not defended him firmly.

Dumbledore just nodded slightly and said, "You guys go back first."

So Harry and the other two hurriedly left, not daring to breathe. They walked a distance, and Harry turned his head and looked at him. Principal Dumbledore was facing their backs, unable to see his expression clearly; but every wrinkle on Abuforth's face was full of disgust, and he shouted:

"You won, Albus. I promise you that the memory belongs to you, for Arian..."

"Where do you think Dumbledore's brother is so angry? He looks like his lungs are irritated-" Ron said impatiently as Harry and the other two climbed the white stone steps and walked through the auditorium. The spiral staircase appeared in his sight.

"Shh." Harry was about to answer the conversation, but Hermione interrupted, pointing carefully to the distance.

Under the huge bulletin board was Mafalda, holding a piece of cardboard in her hand, and was tilting her head to talk to Pipi Ghost, as if interviewing him. "Mr. Pipi Ghost, can you tell me the prank you most proud of?"

"You're looking for the right person!" Pipi said with a smile. He floated in the air, trying his best to make a thoughtful expression, and his fingers kept turning a clown hat.

"Don't disturb them." Harry immediately whispered, leading Ron and Hermione to slow down and climb the spiral stairs.

"Her business has expanded to ghosts?" Ron said incredibly. "Pippi is not a ghost." Hermione subconsciously retorted, and Harry didn't say anything. He was not interested in the business scope of Pipipi and the "Mystery" tabloids. He just wants to go back to the public lounge and clarify his thoughts.

Harry speeded up his pace and stepped on two steps at a time. When he saw the second floor, a chaotic sound came from the downstairs.

"...The most proudest prank is of course this time!" Pipig's excited scream came from below, followed by a "crackling" sound like a shower.

"Chalc tip," Ron stopped and said confidently: "Marfalda is in trouble now."

But then a hurrying sound of chanting came from downstairs - "Wadivasi! Lock the tongue and seal the throat!" Pipig's "Woooo" voice followed closely, "Mr. Pipig, I'm prepared..." Harry and the other two walked upstairs again, and Marfalda's proud voice became weak and disappeared in the end.

"I'm going to look at Mafalda with admiration." Ron said in admiration.

"Harry, what did you think of?" Hermione asked, as they slowed down, and she looked up and down the corridors upstairs and on the left and right for a while, without seeing anyone else.

"A little bit," said Harry, sitting on the stairs, "the gift Snape received, the unusual behavior of Principal Dumbledore, and the anger of Abforth... By the way, they also mentioned Ariana, which must be related, and—" He paused, "I think it has something to do with me."

Ron glared uneasyly at the portrait on the wall. Several portraits quietly opened their eyes, and he waved his wand threateningly. "Don't think of eavesdropping, get out of here." The portrait figure cursed and left the frame.

"You - you - the predecessor." Hermione said to Ron in annoyed.

"Yeah, I'm the premier," Ron said. "This place is really nice, and we can hear footsteps when someone comes."

Hermione ignored him, whispered a curse to the neighborhood, turned her head and said to Harry angrily, "After you say this, I noticed the abnormality. Although we have long known that Principal Dumbledore and his brother are not harmonious, since Abufort is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, it means that the relationship between the two has eased, but now they..."

"Like an enemy." Harry nodded.

"Will our principal do something?" Ron said: "You have also heard that Abforth is quite repulsive of the surname Dumbledore, and it must be related to the principal."

Harry thinks Ron has said the key.

“He even developed a disgust for the school.”

"Wait, Harry, listen to this:" Hermione said slowly, "I can't believe he did it, after those things happened...this was what Abuforth said at the time, remember?"

"Hermione, you just repeat my point. This proves again that Abforth's attitude is related to Principal Dumbledore," Ron pointed out.

"No, no, there are subtle differences." Hermione thought, "What do you think you mean after the 'those things' happened?" She did not leave time to answer, but continued, "I think it was that tragedy, Harry, what you told us..."

Arianna's death - the accident caused by the duel between Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Albuforth.

Gu Qi

"Think about it, it has been nearly a century since the tragedy, but now it has been revealed again by Abuforth. Something must have stimulated him, and it has something to do with the tragedy itself."

"Memory." Harry said suddenly as if he was suffocating, "Abforth finally mentioned memory, and I guess Dumbledore wanted to ask for his brother's memory."

Hermione's expression was stunned.

"But why?"

"Because of the resurrection stone," Harry said weakly on the steps, feeling that he had guessed the truth. "Dumbledore has the resurrection stone, yes, it is one of the Deathly Hallows in your impression. Its function is to recall the projection of the deceased in the memory of the living. Dumbledore should have wanted to obtain the precious memory of his brother, after all, the Dumbledore family is only left with these two people."

"How do you know?" Ron asked in surprise, and he carefully observed Harry's expression. "You knew this a long time ago? Then you followed us to the secret room to look for the resurrection stone-"

"I guess it was Principal Dumbledore who asked Harry to keep it secret, right?" Hermione asked staring at Harry, and Harry nodded silently. Hermione continued, "So it's not surprising that Dumbledore's behavior of asking for memories. After all, Ariana and Abforth are closer and more accurate in memory. But this should be a good thing for Abforth. Why is he angry?"

"Wait, I don't know yet," Ron protested. "You have skipped a critical step. What's the use of these memories?"

Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione spoke first, "Class Seven."

Harry stared at her in amazement.

"What? Didn't you think so?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I thought... Dumbledore wanted to resurrect his sister..." Harry muttered.

"That's impossible, Harry," said Hermione fiercely. "How many times do I have to say it? Magic cannot bring death to the death, at least not in the way you hope it will be. Because the conditions are simply not met. The dead wizard will either become a ghost, or the soul will enter the world of the dead and continue to move on."

"Oh, so you think Dumbledore wanted to extract the memories of two people and use the power of the resurrection stone to let Ariana live in Classroom 7 in some way, just like those memories?" Ron understood.

"That's what I think," Hermione said. "This should be the most successful method, but I don't think Dumbledore should have done that. He should have enough wisdom to distinguish the difference between truth and falsehood."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked sensitively.

"Do you think ghosts are living people? And magical portraits?" Hermione asked in a row: "They do have the wisdom of living people in some ways, but if you really treat them as living people, you will definitely be disappointed, and even the closer you get, the more desperate you are."

Harry felt uncomfortable when he heard this.

He thought of the second child in the "Legend of the Three Brothers". In the story, the second child got the resurrection stone from the God of Death and recalled the projection of his lover. But he was not happy. Did he also realize this problem? The projection of memory is different from himself after all, so he finally lost all his thoughts and chose to commit suicide?

"You're just guessing," he said stiffly.

"We're talking about guesses," said Hermione.

"Okay, stop arguing, someone is coming up." Ron glanced down and said.

They stood up and continued to walk upstairs. At this time, Hermione was still thinking about Abforth's strange attitude: "Is it because he realized the truth that he refused to hand over his memory? He thought Principal Dumbledore had done something wrong or even blasphemed the dead? I always felt something was wrong, and something might have been ignored..."

"Abforth finally compromised. He came today because of this." Ron said.

"oh--"

Hermione screamed suddenly, and Harry and Ron followed their eyes and Snape glided over like a huge black bat.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked blankly.

Snape looked at them coldly.

"I don't need to report to you wherever I appear, Porter Gryffindor deducted five points because he contradicted the teacher." He dragged his long robe and looked down at Ron and Hermione, "I deducted two more points, but as the chief, I didn't stop it."

"It's so unlucky. It's like he's waiting here to deduct points for us." Ron muttered dissatisfied when Snape left.

"I think he just came out of the Dark Magic Defense Class classroom." Hermione whispered.

"What? Oh, right." Harry suddenly realized, "I always thought he was still in the basement. But he should share the same classroom with Professor Basharat now. No wonder he saw him several times in the corridor on the fourth floor..."

"He is now a professor of Dark Magic Defense, although it's just one of them," Ron sighed. "But we can look forward to it a little bit, make a bet, bet if we can see him next year. Uh, to be fair, I think Snape has the advantage, Professor Basharat is a newcomer, and he has clearly said that he only taught for one year..."

"Wait, what did you say just now?" Hermione asked suddenly.
To be continued...