HP Magic Biography

"So, what do you want to say?"

"That's it!" Hermione patted the book in her hand heavily on the table.

"I'm going to find Shenonferius Lovegood."

Harry's eyes widened suddenly...

"what did you say?"

"Shenon Felius Lovegood, Luna's father, I'm going to find him and talk to him." Hermione repeated, "Trust me, this must be..."

"But... why?" Harry said puzzledly.

Hermione took a deep breath, as if instilling strength into herself, and then said, "This is the mark, the mark in "Bid the Bard." Look at this!"

She jerked the book forward, and naturally, "Dumbledore's Lies and Life" reached Harry's eyes. Harry glanced reluctantly. It was Dumbledore's original letter to Grindelwald. The photo shows Dumbledore’s familiar thin italics.

He was very disgusted to see that there was solid evidence that Dumbledore wrote the letter, not Rita made it up.

"Can Rita even get this thing?" Fanlin said in surprise, doubting Rita Skeeter's ability.

"This is indeed Dumbledore's notes. I have compared it many times, and Harry and I have also carefully checked when you were asleep." Hermione said, frowning.

"Well, I was just surprised, so what are you going to do, Grindelwald?"

"Yes, this is the signature," Hermione said. "Look at this signature, Harry!"

Harry looked at it, and for a moment he didn't understand what she meant, but, with the light of the magic wand, he looked closer and he saw Dumbledore change Grindelwald's name into a small triangle symbol. This It is the same as the one he marked on "The Story of Bede the Troubadour."

This made Harry feel a little frightened, it was too much... Dumbledore knew the symbol, so he reminded her in the book left for Hermione.

Countless coincidences all hit together, it’s terrible, isn’t it...

"It keeps appearing, isn't it?" said Hermione. "I know that Victor said it was a symbol of Grindelwald, and it did appear on the ancient tombstone in the Gochuk Valley, and the tombstone recorded The date is much earlier than Grindelwald’s appearance! Now look at this! Well, we can’t ask Dumbledore or Grindelwald what this means... I don’t even know if Grindelwald is still alive... but We can ask Mr. Lovegood. He wore that logo at the wedding. I'm sure this is important, Harry!"

Harry didn't answer immediately. He looked at her excited and eager face, then walked out of the tent and walked into the surrounding darkness, thinking.

Is it worth it?

For the first time in history, Harry really relied on his own will to convince his partner to do something, but the result of the event made Harry a little unbearable.

Injured, or almost dead, after watching Voldemort's magical miracle up close, Harry couldn't help but doubt himself again.

Did you do it right?

Fight against someone who can drag dead creatures back from the dark side of the world...

After a long silence, Harry said, "Hermione, let's stop risking blindly. Last time, we almost..."

"But it keeps appearing, Harry! Dumbledore left me "The Tale of Bede the Bard". Doesn't he want us to unravel the mystery of symbols?"

"Here again!" Harry was a little angry. "We always try to convince ourselves that Dumbledore left secret signs and clues..."

"But other than that, we don't have much choice, right? It's like Dumbledore left us with other things. Although Fox plays a role now, I believe him, as always..." Fanlin interrupted. . "I think Hermione is right, I think we should go to Lovegood."

"But what if this is a scam?"

"scam?"

"Yes, it's like Gochuk Valley..."

"No, no, Harry...it's not the same as Gochuk Valley," Fanlin added, "Lovegood is on your side, Harry. "Singing against the Tune" has always been with you, it has always Telling people that they will help you, do you remember the broadcast that I said? On the radio, I can tell that part of it comes from singing against the tune... That is our supporter with a good ending."

God tells it...

Fanlin hadn't heard of it until now, but this didn't prevent Fanlin from persuading Harry, and now they just needed some confidence.

"I'm sure this is important!" Hermione said sincerely.

"But don't you think that if this is the case, Dumbledore would tell me before he died?"

"Oh, when did he do this? Old wizards are like this, pretending to be unpredictable, especially Dumbledore." Van Lin said, clutching his forehead.

"To be honest, if I hadn't disrupted Dumbledore's plan in the first place, I don't think I would have participated in the future."

"what?"

"For example, the Horcrux..." Fanlin spread his hands. "If I hadn't destroyed a part of the Horcrux by chance when I was in school, Dumbledore might not have taken me with me while looking for the ring. "

"Oh, yes, they are like that." Hermione continued, "maybe...maybe you need to find out for yourself."

"I don't think this is an interesting idea." Harry recalled his previous experience with Dumbledore. After thinking about it carefully, Dumbledore didn't seem to be happy to tell them what to do, occasionally directly. Speaking out, they seem to have thought of what to do in advance.

This made Harry even more owed to Dumbledore's habits...

"However, I still think we should talk to Lovegood. This symbol connects Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Gochuk Valley, Harry. I'm sure we need to know this."

"I think we can vote," Fanlin said after hesitating. "The raise of hands in favor of seeing Lovegood..."

Fanlin raised her hand immediately, and Hermione didn't seem to react. She looked a little flustered, but she still habitually raised her hand with Fanlin.

what is this?

Bullying the disadvantaged?

Harry's question mark...

"The minority obeys the majority, Harry, I'm sorry." Fanlin said relievedly, patting Harry on the back.

"Okay," Harry said, amused and annoyed.

Vote by show of hands? When does their small group need to do the same to decide?

And... this is obviously a group behavior, right?

"It's just that after we see Lovegood, we have to try to find other Horcruxes, okay? So where exactly the Lovegood family live? Do you two know?" Hermione asked hesitantly To.

"I know, I probably asked when I talked to Luna last time," Fanlin said honestly.

"Um...so, what do you ask Luna where do you live with?" Hermione looked at Fanlin.

"Uh, you know, Luna... I mean, about "The Anti-Trendy"... those magazines were edited directly from her house... and... well, I admit, I can't keep up with Luna. Thinking." Fanlin touched his nose.

The title of Mad Girl is not a joke. With Luna's nerve jump, it is very difficult for ordinary people to keep up even if they are prepared.

"Okay, so, where is it?"

"Although I don't know the exact location, I remember that it is also in the village of Sant Catchpole in Ottery, which is the hilly area to the east of Ron's house. It seems not too far from the Burrow, and, in the hilly area, It shouldn't be difficult to find, after all, the Luna family are very distinctive."

"Okay, then it's settled..." Hermione nodded, "Then we'll leave early tomorrow morning."

...

Hermione went back to bed. In fact, after Fanlin woke up, he refused Hermione's request to watch the night.

"So, what are you going to do? A show of hands vote?" Harry squinted at Fanlin dangerously, which really made him very unhappy.

If he and Fanlin had a disagreement, Harry knew that in the end, Hermione would be Fanlin's supporter.

"It's all because of love and war," Fanlin said, spreading his hands, "both, be happy. It's the Christmas holiday. We might also be able to meet Luna and learn about Hogwarts. "

The next morning, they apparated to the mountainside, the breeze was blowing, and the whole village of Sant Catchpole in Ottery had a panoramic view. They were standing on a high place, the sunlight shining through the gaps of the clouds on the ground obliquely, looking down, the village looked like many toy houses arranged on an oblique axis.

They raised their palms to block the sunlight, and stood and looked at the Burrow for a while, but they could only recognize some tall hedges and trees in the orchard, all of which were planted to prevent this strange little house from being discovered by Muggles.

Harry looked a little melancholy. He liked the place of Burrow very much, not only because of Ginny and Ron, this included everyone in the Weasley family, and Mrs. Weasley. It felt like his mother. ...

"I don't know how they are." Harry looked at the Burrow with a look of nostalgia. "Perhaps Ron is at home right now..."

"This is a good result, isn't it..." Fanlin said, "Enjoy Christmas without worrying about us... At least this can make Mrs. Weasley more at ease, but I think Ron may not Will go back."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Face, Ron really values ​​this." Fanlin said, "If you go back, although Mrs. Weasley will be relieved, believe me, Mrs. Weasley will never be happy..."

Harry opened his mouth, but thinking of Mrs. Weasley's character, he nodded once again like a fate.

"So, where will Ron be?"

"I don't know... But he will take care of himself. I hope Ron can look away a bit and go straight back to the Burrow." Fan Lin held his head with his hands, which made him look a little lazy.

"Anyway, let's go and take a look from here," Fanlin said. "In the eastern hills, Luna's house seems a bit remote."

Fanlin and the others walked for several hours, wearing Harry's cloak at Hermione's insistence, and then Fanlin and Hermione used Animagus, which speeded up the time needed to find them.

Until a small villa appeared in the field of vision, standing alone on the deserted hills, it looked like it was abandoned.

"Do you think that is their house, and they have gone out for Christmas now?" Hermione reverted to the prototype and said, looking through the window, you could see a clean kitchenette with pots of geraniums on the windowsill.

Harry is not too cold about this...

"Listen, I think, outside the Lovegood's window, you can tell at a glance that they live there. I think we should look for it in other mountains."

So they apparated north again for several miles.

"Aha!" Fanlin's eyes lit up, and the wind blew their hair and clothes. He pointed to the top. On the top of the hill where they appeared, a strange house pointed directly at the sky. Behind the house, a huge black cylinder with a terrible moon hung under the afternoon sky.

"I'm sure this is definitely Luna's home. Who else would live in such a place? It looks like a huge chess piece!"

"It doesn't look like a banner at all," Hermione said, frowning at the very weird building.

"I'm talking about chess," Harry retorted.

"Well, no matter what it is." Fanlin looked over, "Perhaps we can go there and try it first, isn't it a great opportunity?"

Harry nodded and ran up the mountain first. When Fanlin and Hermione reacted, Harry had already ran out for some distance.

This is definitely a thankless thing, running up the hill?

Anyway, I seem to be in a good mood now.

"It's here," Harry said. "Look." Three self-painted markers were fixed on a collapsed door. The first one says, sing the opposite, editor, Xie Lovegood; the second one says, choose your own sprite; the third one says, don’t try to drive plums...

Fanlin seems to know exactly how Luna was raised by her father in his usual deviant style. It should be said that she was completely raised...

They slowly opened the squeaky door, and a z-shaped path leading to the front door was covered with a variety of weird plants~www.readwn.com~ one of them was covered with fruits like carrots (Luna sometimes As earrings on the ears) bushes.

Harry thought, he finally found a shelter where Snagraf's stump could wither.

Two old hawthorn trees were swaying in the wind, and the bare branches were hung with heavy berry-like red fruits. Bead-shaped sprouts densely covered them, standing on both sides of the front door like sentinels. A flat-headed owl with an eagle-like head stood on a branch and looked at them.

"We'd better get rid of the pretense... Muggles won't find an editor who sings the opposite, and, Harry, did you know that sometimes your face is very useful."

"I'd rather not, and you're not much better than me." Harry said grimly, rolling up the cloak of invisibility and giving Hermione to put her in the beaded bag.

Then Hermione knocked three times on the heavy black door, which was covered with nails and decorated with an eagle-shaped knocker.

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