Archive from 1899: Hello, I’m Grindelwald.(4)
“Couldn’t wizards these days show any interest in something more meaningful?” The ridiculous chase reminds Aberforth of somewhat, what Albus indulged himself with. He lit up his bedroom using “Lumos” the whole night, just to confirm more damage of artificial light sources in contrast with magic. Aberforth seeks every minute to sarcasm. But he has actually already gotten used to what his ELDER brother insists on, strange focuses and bitterly dull mindset, as long as Albus brother does not accidentally burn their house down.
“Sorry, I was dwelling on Mrs. Bagshot’s phone call last night. Durmstrang Institute was the least school I could think of that would expel a wizard for practicing darkmagic. More than half of the noble Lecturers there are granted, in dire need, a selfdefense right in dark art.” Albus sounds a bit annoyed, but without a noticeable tone of sympathy.
“I praise also hardly for this cruelty and rigidness.” Deep in Aberforth’s heart, he never bothers to understand a magic school’s discipline. “Durmstrang doesn't care, when one more student in his House comes to experimenting dark arts or has fun with his classmates, unless this student troubles himself with the son of Mr. Headmaster!”
“Sorry, I was dwelling on Mrs. Bagshot’s phone call last night. Durmstrang Institute was the least school I could think of that would expel a wizard for practicing darkmagic. More than half of the noble Lecturers there are granted, in dire need, a selfdefense right in dark art.” Albus sounds a bit annoyed, but without a noticeable tone of sympathy.
“I praise also hardly for this cruelty and rigidness.” Deep in Aberforth’s heart, he never bothers to understand a magic school’s discipline. “Durmstrang doesn't care, when one more student in his House comes to experimenting dark arts or has fun with his classmates, unless this student troubles himself with the son of Mr. Headmaster!”
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