Inside the empty Hog's Head tavern, the mirror behind the bar smashed outward, as though someone had punched it from the other side.
Albus Dumbledore, kneeled down and looked thoughtfully at the shards a mirror strewn across the floor. "Grindlewald's made his choice, then."
He heard Aberforth, his brother walking down the stairs, and quickly magiced up the mirror shards.
"Dumbledore..." Aberforth grambled, "I don't like all these people in my house... it's deisturbing the piece!"
Bumbledore nodded. "How is Creedence?"
Aberforth's demonor shifts. He is morose. "Worse every day, Dumbledore. His magic...it's poisoning him...Nothing the healers do helps....There's nothing... Ican do."
Dumbledore frowns thoughtfully. "There...There are rumors of an magical creature in South America who can give and take away magic.... Perhaps you have heard the tale of the Quetzelboros?"
But Aberforth was already shaking his head. "Don't turn teacher on me, Dumbledore. Do what you want- go chase your power like always. Go play God with the fate of the magic if you want to, but I'm staying here, in the real world with my real problems."
He walked out, leaving Dubmeles to frown at the spot the mirror had once been.
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Fantastic Beasts: Fate of the Magic
FanfictionThis is not my origian lwor k. This my interpretation of a leaked script for Fantastic Beasts 4 that I received from a source. The series might be dead because the Facist Regime rigged the rotten tomatoes score for secrets of dumbledore so that no...
