roccoschili Chapter 112 The Resurrected Arianna
Chapter 112 The Resurrected Arianna
The road to Dumbledore's old house was covered with snow, and the four of them walked on the narrow stone path, with one foot deep and the other shallow.
What makes people feel even more uncomfortable is the distance of this path. Originally, it was not very far from Dumbledore's old house.
However, the surrounding atmosphere made this short road seem extremely long. It may be because I haven't seen him for many years or to express my enthusiasm.
Even though Aberforth repeatedly refused, Dumbledore still walked with the other party with a shy face, and in order to avoid embarrassment and the risk of being impulsive again.
Grindelwald was forced to walk behind by Dumbledore, which led to a very strange phenomenon.
Dumbledore in the front walked side by side with his younger brother. As the elder brother, Dumbledore kept talking to his younger brother, but the other party always looked disgusted.
Grindelwald followed Augustus and walked behind the two, looking at the two in front with awkward and aggrieved eyes, and the air was full of sourness.
After walking through that not-so-long road, the four of them finally came to the door of Dumbledore's old house.
Looking at the dilapidated old house, Aberforth couldn't help sighing.
"Since that incident, I never thought I would be back here."
Hearing his brother's sentimental words, Dumbledore wanted to comfort him, but Grindelwald interrupted forcefully.
"There's no need to be sad here. It's almost evening now. After finishing that magic, we still need a long time to prepare dinner."
"And the very sad reality is that two of the four of us have no talent for cooking."
"One can't tell the difference between sugar and salt and can cause an explosion in the kitchen, and the other just makes ugly, not rubbish mush every day."
After finishing speaking, Grindelwald forcibly separated Dumbledore and Aberforth, and walked quickly into Dumbledore's old house by himself.
Following closely behind Grindelwald was Augustus. When he came to the old house, he took out a portable stove, lit a fire, and put a crucible for alchemy on it.
And poured the bottle of golden potion into it, then moved his fingers, looked at the two Dumbledores who were still staying at the door and said.
"Come in quickly, we have to complete this magic, after all, Dad is still waiting for help, I don't want to have a casual dinner tonight."
Hearing this, the two people walked in slowly from the door, and then their eyes focused on the cauldron.
Looking at the golden potion constantly churning inside, Dumbledore couldn't help asking.
"Is there really no problem? Do you want to check again, you must know that this kind of magic is very taboo, although it can't be called black magic."
"But what can never be denied is that this kind of magic has a more profound impact on the soul. I don't want her to be unable to rest in peace after death."
Facing Dumbledore's suspicion, Augustus said angrily.
"Even if it wasn't for your consideration, how could I easily experiment with the soul of my relatives? Do you think I'm too bad?"
"If you have confidence in this kind of magic, I can hand over this magic to you completely. I believe in the greatest white wizard in the world."
"He must be more experienced than a child like me, are you right, my dear mother?"
Dumbledore, who was choked by Augustus, was embarrassed to express any further opinions. After all, he knew the psychology of this little bastard the best.
If he said a few more words that he didn't like to hear, maybe he really would never see his sister in this life.
And there is a younger brother who has just reconciled with him. If his behavior leads to such consequences, his nose bridge may encounter bad luck again today.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore didn't say anything else, he took out his fingers and shook his temples lightly, a strand of snow-white hair slowly fell into the cauldron.
That strand of snow-white hair was quickly wrapped with a golden potion, and with the faint blue light, the golden potion gradually turned pink.
Seeing that the changes in the potion met expectations, Augustus looked at Aberforth and said softly.
"It's your turn, my dear uncle."
Aberforth didn't say any more nonsense, and took out his fingers to stroke his temples lightly, and a strand of black-white hair slowly fell into the pot.
This strand of hair was quickly swallowed by the pink potion, and with a more intense blue light, the pink potion turned blood red.
At this moment, Augustus took out a thumb-sized red gem, threw it into the crucible, took out a knife, and cut the palm of his left hand.
Blood like molten gold flowed out from the wound, falling drop by drop into the churning red liquid medicine.
As the crucible continued to emit bursts of huge magic vibrations, the crucible and furnace made of ordinary materials were torn into pieces by the violent magic power.
The tumbling red potion was suspended in the air and began to condense continuously. At the same time, golden flames began to burn around the potion.
As the golden flame became more and more intense, accompanied by a burst of strong flashes, a girl's body slowly fell to the floor.
Augustus snapped his fingers lightly, and the lady's clothes prepared early in the morning were put on the opponent's body before the opponent's body fell to the ground.
The girl lying on the floor stretched, as if having a long dream, yawned and opened her eyes.
After looking around for a while, looking at the three people who had been staring at him, she shed two lines of tears, but a smile also appeared on his face.
Looking at the younger sister, even if the other party is not the age when she died, Aberforth can still be very sure that the other party is his sister.
After the other party looked at him smiling and shedding tears, Aberforth couldn't restrain his emotions anymore, and directly half-kneeled on the ground, holding his sister deeply in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect you to come upstairs at that time, it's all our fault, it's all our fault!!!!"
Repeating the apology sentence by sentence, at the same time the tears couldn't stop streaming down, Aberforth continued to repent of his mistakes.
"I never blamed you, I know that you have always loved me in your heart, but I really miss you, my dear brother."
Seeing her brother who kept apologizing to herself, Ariana could no longer suppress her emotions.
Although she was crying constantly, she still forgave her brother with as gentle a language as possible.
At the same time, Arianna also looked up at Dumbledore who had been standing there motionless, and said softly.
"You are really old. In fact, there is no need to blame yourself so much in your heart. It was just an accident. Now I only hope that you can forgive yourself."
Hearing his sister's words, Dumbledore thought about what to say, but he couldn't utter a single word when the words came to his mouth. He could only smile smirkly and cry non-stop.
Augustus looked at Dumbledore next to him, feeling sincerely ashamed, so he walked to his aunt, wanting to say something to ease the atmosphere.
But the other party just saw Augusto's special eyes, and immediately shouted loudly.
"You are the satyr that the forest god said."
Hearing this, Augustus could only curse secretly in his heart.
"Looks like it was backstabbed from the dark, fuck Fuck, wait for me, you damn stinky deer."