Dumblydoor

It was at this moment, that my mother came with my father from the adjacent room. She came to the bar table, and picked me up on her lap. I snuggled back as I cozied up in her arms, and she gently held me in place, to answer in my stead.

"Gandalf is a fictional character, Aberforth. Our son loves to read, and spends a lot of time in our family library. We had restricted his access from Wanded magics, so he had ended up devouring all the books unrelated to Wanded magical skills. As a result, we had to buy him Muggle books, both their science and their stories. And apparently Gandalf is a sorcerer in a very famous story. He has quite a following in the Muggle circles, for his deeds and his charisma."

I decided to use the ball of light to project the image of a full body Gandalf. His grey robes, grey pointed hat, wizened face and charisma with his characteristic grey beard. He had a proper staff in his hand, and an elven sword, while he faced a Balrog, which is like the LOTR version of Flame Atronachs.

This was the moment, Albus decided to come inside and applaud.

"Bravo! Bravo, my boy! You are exceptionally skilled at your wandless magic, more than any I have seen myself."

I looked at his cheerful demeanor, then at Aberforth, who looked at me in uncloaked amusement, and then finally at my mother.

"Mum, I think I just revealed my plan to my opponent's brother. I'll need a new plan." I nodded at the end of the sentence seriously.

Mother caressed my hair gently, and spoke with mild amusement. "But sweety, your opponent already saw your wandless magic. So headmaster will be alert from now on."

I made a cute thinking expression as the adults looked ready to leave me in my thoughts. Finding the perfect moment, I did a "Eureka!"

"Aha! I know mommy. He doesn't know about my teleport skill. He thinks I am a level 1 acolyte. But I am a Wizard."

Saying that, I apparated from my mother's lap, and appeared with a sabertooth small Hippogriff foal in my arms.

The Hippogriff baby was cute and had small wings, and it was rubbing it's cute head and beak against my cheek. Seeing the Hippogriff and me appear in a very silent pop, instead of a loud crack, the Dumbledore brothers looked in shock at me, the Hippogriff baby and finally at each other.

Aberforth spoke to his brother. "This one will be a handful, eh Albus?"

His brother nodded slowly, "I am certain of it."

He turned to me slowly, but I could see, he wanted to see the reaction of my parents at this.

I hadn't discussed what to do now, and apparently they were legitimately shocked as well, and Dumbledore looked a moment to judge if their expression was real or fake.

He then asked me slowly, "Tell me dear boy, how did you learn to apparate?"

I had to play my part, and tilted my head to the right, and asked innocently, "What's aperate? I know operate, but I didn't learn the word aperate."

My mother came to my side, and gently rubbed my head, careful to avoid the Hippogriff. "It's what the wizards call the ability to teleport darling. And it's apparate. Like appear, and to go away using this skill is called disapparate like disappearing."

I looked at them, and told her, "That's so stupid. Teleport is teleport, why call it apparate and disapparate? It is the same skill. You use a small tear in the space time continuum, and shift your position in space. And you use the tear to take you from one place to another."

I see them all shaking their heads, at the complexity and absurdity to explain Wizard's naming sense to a logical mind. Yes! I can very well see the IRONY there.

But Albus found something to concentrate on. "And where did you find the Hippogriff dear boy?"