Yet Abufosi didn't accept Dumbledore's apology; he kept talking to himself, "Just a few weeks later, I had enough, really had enough. I was about to return to Hogwarts, so I told them, told both of them, face-to-face, just like now," Abufosi looked angrily at Dumbledore and Gellert, "I told Albus, if he wanted to take care of Ariana, he should give up his ridiculous plan as soon as possible."
"I thought he was hypocritical and selfish," Abufosi glared at Dumbledore, "Did you know? On one hand, he promised me to take good care of Ariana so I could study in peace; but at the same time, he was planning to leave, abandoning Little Anna, who had begun to rely on him. He thought we both were burdens, just as his best friend Grindelwald thought we were mediocre."
"I never thought that way, Abufosi," Dumbledore sighed.
"Didn't you? Really?" Abufosi coldly asked, "Since you never thought that way, why did you, like Grindelwald, foolishly pursue the Deathly Hallows, obsessed with becoming the Master of Death, the owner of supreme power?"
"I just wanted to create a world, a world where wizards could live openly among people," Dumbledore sighed softly, "A world where other wizarding children wouldn't end up like Little Anna."
"So you don't understand," Gellert spoke up, "Listen, Goat Boy, you and your sister were holding Al back. A talent like his shouldn't be trapped in Godric's Hollow but should be fighting for the Wizarding World!"
"Bullshit!" Abufosi drew his magic wand again, "You bastard, if you had any decency left, you wouldn't show up at Hogwarts—this time, who are you planning to entice? Those ignorant students? Come on, I will never let you succeed!"
"It was at this time Abufosi and Gellert began to argue."
Dumbledore spoke up, "Just like now, the more they argued, the more intense it became. Gellert's words deeply stirred Abufosi's heart. Then Gellert used the Drilling Curse first. I couldn't watch my brother and my best friend fight, so I joined the duel—the outcome was, Ariana died."
"Killed by you," Abufosi glared at Dumbledore, "If that bastard Grindelwald hadn't come to Godric's Hollow, this wouldn't have happened, but the blame can't be placed entirely on him, right? And you, Albus, don't you think you should also be responsible for Ariana's death?"
"You should admit it, Albus. There's nothing shameful in it— in your eyes, greater interests were more important than your sister, weren't they? Your little sister was dispensable, and for the greater good, for the majority's benefit, everyone could be sacrificed, right? Including your sister?"
"Since then, Grindelwald fled because he had quite a record in Austria-Hungary… As for you, Albus, didn't you feel relieved since then? No longer a burden to entangle you, you could freely become the greatest wizard… Look, President of the International Wizarding Union, Chief Mage of the Wizengamot, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Merlin Order First-class Medal, but…"
"Who else will love you? Albus?"
At last, Abufosi collapsed in the chair, choking with sobs, and murmured with a hoarse voice, "Poor Little Anna, gone just like that, gone forever…"
The headmaster's office fell into silence.
"Abufosi."
Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"From that moment on, my heart has been in torment every moment," he sighed softly, "I regret every second, why didn't I notice Little Anna's changes earlier."
"Is regret useful?" Abufosi angrily retorted, "Can regret bring Little Anna back? You are still the same, Albus, only seeing yourself—Now, since I know Grindelwald is at Hogwarts, I will absolutely not allow a Dark Wizard to menace Hogwarts! Albus, if you insist on letting him stay, I will report to the Ministry of Magic— or perhaps, go to the Wizengamot!"
"Well, actually, I don't even want to be at Hogwarts," Gellert said lazily, "If not for my sister's demands on Al, perhaps I would still be watching the snow in Nimongard—of course, there's nothing wrong with watching snow, but being an assistant teacher gives me broader prospects."
"Your sister's demands?" Abufosi scoffed, looking at Vivi, "Is that so, Miss Grindelwald? Honestly, I really don't want to trust a Grindelwald, even if you're friends with that Harry Potter."
"He stole from my vault, Abufosi," Vivi said without anger, "He stole 2,763,215 Golden Galleons I saved over the years, many alchemy materials, and some clothes I bought for Harry… like that starry moonlit robe."
Hearing this, Dumbledore's eye visibly twitched, but he concealed it well, as if nothing had happened, as he looked at the teacup in his hand.