Chapter 1210: Arianna_3

But no one could say this method was wrong. The Obscurus was too unstable, and once it erupted, it would be a catastrophic disaster for those around.

After a brief silence, the darkened window suddenly lit up.

Arianna was startled.

“Abeforth is awake. If he discovers I’ve left the attic, he’ll definitely scold me.” She began hurriedly climbing back into the attic.

After half of her body was inside, she suddenly remembered something and reluctantly took off the Invisibility Cloak draped over her, placing it on the eaves.

Compared to candy, she preferred this magical piece of clothing that made her invisible. With it, perhaps she could leave the attic and take a look outside.

But after all, it belonged to someone else, so no matter how much she liked it, she couldn’t take it.

“Will you come again?” Arianna cautiously asked. She enjoyed having someone to talk to, but her brothers were too busy. Kael was the first stranger in years willing to chat with her.

Kael was silent for a moment, then nodded.

After getting the answer she wanted, Arianna happily withdrew her head.

Not long after Arianna returned to the attic, Abeforth’s voice came through.

“Who’s there!” He poked his head out, holding a wand, and glared fiercely outside the window, but at that moment, there was no one on the roof.

“Damn it, it must be those Kneazles nearby. Why can’t they find food somewhere else?” Abeforth cursed and slammed the window shut.

It wasn’t until the lights went out again that Kael stepped out from the corner.

Abeforth could hear the commotion because he secretly canceled the Muffliato charm.

He didn’t dare talk too much with Arianna, and in that brief time, he wondered several times if there was something he could do.

But the problem was, Arianna’s death was a predetermined fact. It was precisely this event that spurred Dumbledore, waking him up to realize what he needed to do.

In other words, if Arianna hadn’t died, Dumbledore would likely have walked the same path as Grindelwald.

Perhaps he would wake up eventually, but when that would be and what might happen in between, no one knew. Moreover, by then, there probably wouldn’t be a Headmaster Dumbledore.

So Kael was very conflicted. On one hand, he had to smoothly bring Headmaster Dumbledore back, and on the other hand, he needed to maintain the original timeline… these two completely opposite paths made his mind a mess.

Kael dared not continue the conversation and could only use this method to temporarily end the discussion, preparing to talk again when he met Dumbledore.

If he guessed correctly, after the Blood Alliance Contract was completed, Dumbledore should be arriving soon.

As for why he agreed to meet Arianna again later, Kael didn’t know. He just agreed almost as if being led by some mysterious force, and thinking back now, he regretted it.

Forget it, he thought to himself, better head back and get a good night’s sleep first.

Kael rubbed his forehead and, without looking back, returned to the Valley Bar as quickly as possible.

…

The next day, Kael was awoken by the sound of angry cursing from downstairs. It was Abeforth, furiously cursing Dumbledore and Grindelwald for leaving without a word.

The bar owner, for once, gave him a cup of Honey Wine, which didn’t quell his anger.

Kael bypassed him and went outside the bar.

During the day, he stayed in the barn while Dumbledore and Grindelwald went to the Southern Highlands, which meant no one would come here, and he could wait peacefully without fear of being discovered.

Unfortunately, he waited until evening without any results; Dumbledore still didn’t show up.

The same happened in the following days. During the day, Kael would come to the barn, and then in the evening, he would go to the attic top of Dumbledore’s house as promised, to chat with Arianna.

Most of the time, it was Arianna talking. She would share stories about her two brothers with Kael, and he would quietly listen until he felt it was enough, then he would deliberately make some noise.

Poor Abeforth, who was woken up every night by the noise. He even angrily went to the nearby woods, intending to teach those Kneazles a lesson… at least to let them know that running on someone’s rooftop every night was quite impolite behavior.

But as for the result… it seemed he overestimated his abilities and underestimated the Kneazles. He charged into the woods full of vigor and came limping back out, evidently having been taught a lesson by the Kneazles instead.

However, the good thing was that the ‘Kneazles’ didn’t visit their rooftop again that night.