Archive from 1899: Hello, I’m Grindelwald.(7)
“You were about to help him, weren’t you?” Aberforth finds it hard to believe, considering a fatal incident in question, a man like Albus Dumbledore, who has once demonstrated for a Sunday-off for house-elves, will stand by and let go of it.
“Maybe he is not as weak as you think.” Dumbledore is more willingly to render his help to some, easy to tell, disadvantaged creature. House-elves should also have as equal labour rights as other upright-walking beings like us. “But this…brave knight should learn from his bold expedition…Any wizard with sanity, Aberforth listen to this, shall prepare a safe escape before they try to track something they doesn’t know nothing.”
“Albus, don’ t lecture me on this. I know you better than you think I do…I dare say, it’s more of your empty knowing of this moth that stops you than your lack of sympathy. Ignorance is no big sin, confess it!”
Before Albus starts to argue, the man is completely out of their sight. But then a sharp noise burst out downstairs, that dozens of teapots and cups on the dining table were broken. “I didn’t even hear him murmuring ‘apparate’, this house is, in the NAME of MERLIN, magic protected!” Albus is chocked with astonishment, baffled, “anyway this unbelievable man must mourn for my teapots! But maybe... after that manic moth is extinguished.”