Should we talk about Percy's death in battle or not? After a few glasses of wine, Sirius finally decided... At least Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would leave it alone for the time being.
Through previous conversations with the Geofine sisters, Sirius learned some things that only those on the front line would know—obviously, even Madam Maxime would find it difficult to know many of the details and origins of the situation.
For example, even Hermione and the others had not experienced everything that had happened in Winchester during this period. But Safina and Ursula could be regarded as the first people to meet Maka after he left the island.
After chatting with them, Sirius discovered that this disaster might still be more serious than most people imagined!
Maybe... Maka has exhausted all his wisdom and strength, and even overdrawn his potential several times. Forcibly controlling the second branch of soul rules on the island was the most representative risky behavior.
So, can Maka defeat Haierbo? Can this huge disaster be ended
During the short period of time after leaving Beauxbatons, Sirius thought over and over again. But no matter which angle he thought about it, the result he derived was "cannot".
"Charlotte?"
Suddenly, Sirius, who was drinking in front of the bar, gently put down his glass and turned to look behind him. It can be seen that Charlotte has finished wiping the table and is now dazed by the fireplace while waiting for the water in the kettle to boil.
When she heard Sirius calling her, she turned her head slightly.
"I got some new information from Beauxbatons today...it's about Maka. Do you want to hear it?" Sirius looked at her and asked.
"Maka?"
Charlotte blinked, and her palms suddenly felt a little numb, as if her body recalled the past when she heard the name.
After hesitating for a moment, she nodded slightly.
"Um."
"Then I have to trouble you," Sirius shrugged, "Go and call everyone here in advance! I want to tell you the news I got from this trip to Beauxbatons... Except for Arthur and Molly, don't let they know."
"good."
I just went to run an errand to call some people, and since everyone "lives" very close to each other now, it's not a big deal. After responding, Charlotte stood up from the bench, walked around the bar and went out through the back door.
"What did that boy McClain do again?"
After some silence, Aberforth asked, but Sirius shook his head.
"Went to Winchester, recruited some people, then left them and ran back to Hogwarts, driving out a group of alumni who had originally settled there to help - in general, it didn't seem to be a big deal. At best, it’s just intriguing. And these...are definitely not what that little girl Charlotte wants to hear."
"What is he doing?" Aberforth shook his head.
"Anyway," Sirius picked up the wine glass again and took a sip, then said, "I just want Charlotte to go for a walk and distract herself for a while - there will be some bad news later, and I'm worried about it. Adding to the shadow in her heart."
"Then don't say it!" Aberforth looked at him and said, "Let me tell you, at this point, no matter how much information we know, it is just to prevent us from being out of touch with the situation on the front line. Some irrelevant information It’s important but bad news that affects people’s mood, and hearing it makes people even more sad!”
"Sigh... you are right, but... if that's the case, what's the difference between it and a ball-escaping bird that buries its head in the sand?"
"The difference?" Aberforth twitched his lips, "The difference is that when the ball escaper encounters danger, it can still escape with its talent of teleportation. We can only hide here and rely on the protection of others!"
After saying this, he grabbed the wine bottle from Sirius' hand, put the cork on it and put it back into the empty wine cabinet at the back.
"Drink less, my storeroom is almost empty for you."
"Aren't there several barrels of redcurrant rum?" Sirius said with some dissatisfaction.
However, when Aberforth heard this, his eyes immediately narrowed.
"As expected, it was you, the bald dog, who stole it!"
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"jingle-"
The bell at the door rang softly, and immediately after, Lupine walked in from the door—he was the first person Charlotte notified, so he was also the first to arrive among everyone.
After seeing Sirius sitting at the bar, he closed the door and walked straight over.
"Sit down! I'll tell you when everyone is here. Let's take a sip of wine first!" Sirius waved his hand and said, "You may not be able to drink it after a while. It will be a waste to pour it into a cup by then."
"Did something happen to one of the Weasley brothers?"
Lupine nodded slightly to Aberforth, and then directly expressed his guess without paying attention to Sirius's words.
"Charlotte asked me to meet Arthur and Molly. I knew as soon as I heard that... what you brought back is definitely not good news."
"You are the only smart one!" Sirius pushed his hair out of his eyes, glanced at him and said, "Don't ask any more questions, just drink your wine... Aberforth, can you give me another glass?"
Seeing this, Lu Ping had no choice but to put some bad conjectures into his mind for the time being, rubbed his forehead and said:
"If you don't want to tell me, let me tell you first! After you went to Beauxbatons this morning, guess who wrote another letter?"
"Who?" Sirius shook his head, "Don't let me guess again and again. My mind is almost filled with all kinds of messy news, so just say it directly! And I tell you, It's better to have good news - I've heard enough bad news today!"
"It's not bad news," Lupine said with a raised eyebrow, "Of course, it can't be said to be good news... There is a letter from the Change, written by Minerva, and... it was sent directly to Blois in Beauxbatons. Old housekeeper, and then it was transferred to me unopened."
"You didn't send it to Harry first, but came directly to you?" Sirius was a little confused when he heard this, "What happened? What was written in the letter?"
Lu Ping, who was standing next to him, saw that he was asking urgently, so he didn't care anymore. He reached into his pocket, took out an envelope and slapped it on the bar table. There is a torn Hogwarts seal on it, and the traces of the lines are very clear at first glance.
"They... plan to come back."
"How can this be done!"