"I almost didn't make it back."
John wiped away a cold sweat after leaving the barn.
"Nearly destroying two young wizards on a whim."
He also didn't expect that as he talked, he almost caused two wizards with dreams to collapse.
Fortunately, he used his own strength to come back.
"But what are they doing in the barn?"
John thought suspiciously, unaware that his words before leaving made young Al fall into confusion.
"Ariana?"
Found a silhouette in the courtyard.
He walked over and stopped, Ariana covering her ears in the courtyard.
To be honest, John felt a little complicated after knowing Ariana's fate.
Her fate was sealed.
Being an Obscural is the most dangerous kind of wizard.
For Ariana, the most painful thing is the magic in her body.
She needed to suppress the rampant magic.
She was in pain, and her brother was afraid that she would hurt others if she went out.
The dilemma of not being understood.
Unlike Luna, who was an elf in her own world, nor Astoria, who was sober.
Her future ends at the age of six, which is not enough for her to learn to express herself.
Her life ended at the age of fourteen.
This is a poor man.
"What are you doing here?" John felt helpless and scared from Ariana.
The girl was frightened by her brothers' quarrels and she hid in the courtyard.
Perhaps the little girl was not ignorant about what she saw. She knew that the cause of the quarrel was herself.
After hearing John's voice, Ariana slowly put down her hands.
John noticed the little bear that had fallen to the ground, picked it up, and carefully dusted it off.
Return the clean bear to Ariana.
Ariana took the bear, her helpless mood reduced, and she held an unopened flower that had fallen from the garden in her hand, and gave it to John as if she was handing over the most precious thing.
"for you."
There is no flower in bloom, like Ariana, no future.
Ariana didn't understand this, she just wanted to give the best to John.
John was slightly startled, but instead of taking the flower, he put his palm under the flower.
The stamens closed in Arianna's hands gradually bloomed.
The dead flower finally blooms beautifully.
Ariana watched in amazement as the flowers bloomed.
"very beautiful."
John chuckled, "Thank you, I love this gift, Ariana."
A smile spread across Ariana's face, an innocent smile that made the fourteen-year-old girl happy.
The emotion of fear was replaced by fleeting joy.
John took the flowers and placed them on his chest. The white flowers were pure and flawless.
He turned to see Aberforth's wary eyes.
This stubborn guy is around his sister all the time.
Although he has a bad temper, he is also a brother who loves his sister.
"Aberforth, how is your painting?" John suddenly asked.
Aberforth was startled and muttered, "What does it have to do with you?"
"That's true." John nodded.
By the time John left, Aberforth was already curled up in the courtyard, clutching his stomach.
His sister Ariana was squatting next to him. Looking at her brother's painful expression, she poked him with the wand that fell beside him with concern.
The goat boy didn't speak well, so John had to teach him a lesson.
"Suddenly I feel like Draco isn't that annoying anymore." Without comparison, there is no harm. John said with emotion, "But the goat kid can also draw, which is really surprising."
The grumpy little brother Aberforth is surprisingly good at drawing.
and
And Brother Goat likes to draw pictures for his sister, which is probably how they communicate with Ariana.
One is a puppet show and the other is painting.
...
After the last meeting in the barn, Gail and Al refused to give up and often came to look for John to add people to their team.
John would refuse every time, but he couldn't resist the fact that young Gail was a bit informal.
They had cameras and wanted to take a photo with John.
And John avoided it every time. Over time, it seemed to become a game.
Aberforth was like a dynamite barrel that would explode if he wasn't careful.
A few weeks passed.
John's eyes have recovered to the point where he can see people clearly within one meter.
But it’s still a black and white world.
This day, it was exceptionally quiet.
Gale and Al didn't show up, they seemed to be planning something.
Bathilda releases an owl.
She also gives interviews to newspapers on ordinary days.
This was Bathilda's main source of money.
The method is a good one, but unfortunately for John, the impact is too great.
He wanted to go to Azkaban to capture some dementors to use as materials.
He meets Ariana.
In the house, there was a faint sound of quarreling.
John knew that this was another quarrel between Aberforth and his brother.
At some point, Ariana became very dependent on John.
She was like a kitten who was afraid of being abandoned.
John held Ariana's hand with his wand and they sat by the stream.
He blinked and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.
"Unfortunately, I can't see clearly." He tried hard to see ahead, and finally sighed, "It's been almost two months here."
Ariana sat nearby, holding the bear in one hand and her wand in the other, looking at John worriedly.
"Maybe you don't know, but I'm not from here, Ariana." John said to Ariana, "I will leave here."
He is going to Azkaban to find dementors to refine the soul potion.
"You'd better learn to express yourself."
John opened his palm, and the white flower appeared in his palm.
Ariana gave it to him, and now he wanted to give it back to Ariana.
"Exchange of equal value, Ariana." John said, "I will give you this flower."
Ariana slowly let go of her wand and reached out to carefully take the flower.
A huge smile appeared on her face.
The closed heart was opened a little as we got along with each other.
She carefully put it on her hair like a treasure and stared at John, as if asking if it looked good.
John smiled slightly and waved his wand, causing more white flowers to grow on the flower and turn it into a garland.
"Have a sweet dream tonight, Ariana."
John held out his wand, but Ariana grabbed his finger instead of grabbing it.
There was reluctance in her eyes, not wanting John to leave.
"let……"
"Jean?" John stared at Ariana.
"Let me be your eyes."
Ariana knew John had eye problems that needed treatment, but she didn't want John to leave.
John had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, was it pity?
She listens carefully to every word she says, and works hard to change and express her emotions.
But……
John laughed to himself.
"Thank you for your kindness, Ariana."
Let this girl leave in her last tenderness.
Let Ariana hold her hand and send her back.
Arriving at the door, Aberforth was already waiting there.
Looking at Ariana's smile, Aberforth was in a daze. How long had he not
I saw my sister smiling.
Ariana hesitated for a moment, let go of John's hand, and ran over.
Running towards the home that would kill her.
Aberforth turned around and took Ariana back. He paused and said solemnly, "Thank you, Joel."
As an older brother, Aberforth couldn't help but thank John.
He asked: "Are you like them?"
He asked if John wanted to leave as well as Gale and the others.
John said, "I'm not from here, Aberforth."
Aberforth led Ariana into the house.
John stood outside for a while, raised his hand and said goodbye to Ariana at the window.
He returns to Bathilda's house, where he sees Gale packing her things.
"Leave with us, Joel."
Wearing a silver pendant on his chest, it is a kind of contract power.
He said for the last time: "Let's change the world together and make wizards upright."
John lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly, "You didn't even confess your name to me, Gale."
"Gellert," Gale said seriously immediately, "Gellert Grindelwald."
"Come with me, Joel."
This person was indeed who he thought he was. The more so, John would not be able to contact him.
"You are the same person who wants to change the world as we are," Gail tried to convince John, using a simple method, "You should not be ordinary, Joel!"
He is a person with prophetic ability, so he sees more than others.
He was unwilling to accept the world and the future he saw.
"Then I'll wait for you in the future, Grindelwald." John chuckled and said inexplicably, "The future you see is too short."
Gale cannot understand this sentence now, only Grindelwald can understand it.
John refuses Gail's last solicitation.
Gale's expression changed several times, and finally left Bathilda's house.
...
Dumbledore's house.
Gale said to Al, "Let's leave together, Al!"
"Take your sister with you, we can protect her and hide her."
In Al's room, two young wizards planned their departure.
Aberforth put his sister to sleep, and the wreath seemed to be enchanted so that it would not be wrinkled when worn on Ariana's head.
He walked past Al's door and heard planning going on inside.
It's that annoying Gale, Gellert Grindelwald.
He thought this was another disgusting late-night conversation, an unrealistic fantasy.
But, what did he hear?
leave?
Aberforth's soles itched, and a rush of hot blood rushed toward his brain from there.
"He... wants to leave?"
Aberforth repeated this sentence mechanically, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.
His brother, he wants to leave?
Leave everything behind!
He was angry.
He pushed open the door.
"You stole my brother and now you're taking my poor sister away?"
Aberforth, overcome with rage, drew his wand.
This was a habit he had always had, but this time, he really wanted to cast a curse on this blond bastard who didn't know where he came from.
"Do you want to duel with me?" Gale was not a good person either. He lost patience with this goat boy and said in a cold tone, "You can't bear the consequences."
"No, Aberforth, put down your wand."
"No, I want to deal with this guy myself!"
"Don't stop him Al, he needs to accept a defeat."
The light of the spell finally lit up in the house.
The gears of fate turn.
Aberforth took action.
Gale's counterattacks kept him retreating, and Al joined in to protect his brother and stop Gale.
The three of them were fighting together, and Aberforth was an angry goat. Whether it was Al or Gale, they were all within his attack.
Their door was opened.
Ariana, holding her little bear and wearing a beautiful wreath, heard her brothers arguing.
This time, she chose to face it and express her emotions.
...
