Archive from 1899: a visit of Mr. Peverell(3)
“Good day, Mrs. Bagshot. It’s so gracious of you to have us three.” Albus greeted to the silver-haired lady, who beamed her welcome. He was grateful for the lament speech she had done in the funeral of their poor mother.
“Poor Kendra, I would have done more in her living time.”
“Great-aunt, do you have any old cool tricks to bring Aberforth’s cello back?” Gellert spoke of what Aberforth really cared.
“Cello? Have you brought…all the fragments here?”
Aberforth took out a tiny cloth bag and said, “literally, it had become ashes now… Mrs. Bagshot.”
Not before Aberforth began to pour them out, said Bathilda in dismay, “my study shared regretfully no overlApping areas with dark arts.”
“What do you mean by dark arts, that was ‘Reducto’.” Aberforth was struck by a second shock.
“Poor Kendra, I would have done more in her living time.”
“Great-aunt, do you have any old cool tricks to bring Aberforth’s cello back?” Gellert spoke of what Aberforth really cared.
“Cello? Have you brought…all the fragments here?”
Aberforth took out a tiny cloth bag and said, “literally, it had become ashes now… Mrs. Bagshot.”
Not before Aberforth began to pour them out, said Bathilda in dismay, “my study shared regretfully no overlApping areas with dark arts.”
“What do you mean by dark arts, that was ‘Reducto’.” Aberforth was struck by a second shock.
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