HP Magic Biography

　　 "What else do you know?" Shenon Ferrys said, looking at Hermione carefully.

　　 "It's just my thoughts, Mr. Lovegood."

　　 "You all think so? Only those who have seen it are true?"

　　 "Naturally," Fanlin nodded, "Rather than fear fantasy, we are better off living reality, otherwise we won't come to you, but will take Harry to find Fu directly..."

　　 "Don't say his name," Shenon Ferriers shivered unconsciously. "You don't know it, it was enchanted. If someone calls him, he will sense it."

　　 "This is indeed my fault." Fanlin nodded.

"Well, Mr. Lovegood..." Harry opened his mouth and said, his eyes locked tightly on Shenon Ferrius... "About the Resurrection Stone, I want to know if he is really...because... …"

　　 "Because of what?"

　　 "This will cause you trouble." Fanlin said impatiently, and Chenon Ferius swallowed his words abruptly.

　　 "Okay!" Shenon Felius said, nodding his head and not asking more.

"So, I'm sorry, Mr. Lovegood, but the resurrection stone is indeed ridiculous! How can I prove that it doesn't exist? Do you think I should collect all the stones in the world to... test? Mine? It means, if no one can find evidence that it once did not exist, you can believe that everything exists, right?" Hermione broke the silence.

　　 "Yes, you can think like this," Shenon Ferry Urston squeezed a smile from his face, "I'm glad you have broadened your mind a little."

　　 "Then the Elder Wand," Harry said before Hermione asked again, "Do you believe it exists?"

　　 "Oh, yes, there will be countless evidences for the elder wand," Shenon Ferrius said. "The elder wand is the easiest holy thing to end up, because the elder wand has been passed down from generation to generation."

　　 "What's the matter then?" Harry asked.

"Anyone who wants to own the Elder Wand must defeat its former owner. Only in this way can they truly obtain it," said Shenon Ferriers. "Of course, you must have heard of how Egbot killed Ai. Malik later got the elder's wand, and as for Gerdrott after his son...Hylward took away his elder's wand and died in his own cellar. And it was Roxis who was bad. When he took the wand from Barobas DeVorel, who did he kill again? After it appeared, the **** memory of the Elder’s wand runs through the entire wizarding history."

　　 "So... where do you think the Elder's wand is now?" Harry asked uncertainly. He seemed to understand Voldemort's idea a little bit. They both need to get a new wand, right.

"Well, who knows this?" Shenonferius stared out the window and said, "Who knows where it is hiding? Acus and Reeves followed it, but then who really defeated Roxy Slaughter took away the wand of the elders? And who knows who later defeated them again? History, alas, it doesn't give us the answer."

　　Everyone was silent for a while, and finally, Hermione couldn't help but open her mouth and asked, "So...Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverier family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?"

　　 Shenonferius looked back, and then a bright light flashed in Harry's mind, but he didn't know what it was, Peverier, he had heard the name.

"You have confused me, my young lady!" Shenon Ferrys straightened his back and sat in a chair and stared at Hermione. "I think you must not understand the search for the Deathly Hallows! One of us Most seekers firmly believe that the Peverier family has a very...very close relationship with the Deathly Hallows!"

　　 "Who is Peverier?" Harry whispered slightly. He seemed to have heard or seen it, but his brain was too confused.

　　 "That's the name on a marked tombstone, in Gochuk Valley," Hermione said, looking at Shenon Ferrys hesitantly, "Ignatius Peverier."

　　 "Correct!" Shenon Ferry raised his index finger gently. "The mark of the death saint on the grave of Ignatius, this is a conclusive evidence!"

"So?"

　　 "So? The three brothers in the story are the three brothers of the Peverier family, Antoncher, Cadmus, and Ignatius! They are the earliest owners of the Deathly Hallows!"

　　 "Did you not tell them anything?" Shenon Ferrys looked at Fanlin, and he couldn't see any curious expression on Fanlin's face.

　　 "No one is more suitable than you, right... After all, I am not a suitor of the Deathly Hallows..." Fanlin said.

　　 "You are very similar to Dumbledore..."

"Thank you, but I don't guarantee that I will accept it." Fanlin stood up and went to the window again, followed by Shenon Ferriers also stood up, he quickly glanced out the window and picked it up. The plate went to the spiral staircase.

　　 "Are you staying for dinner?" he cried, his voice gradually becoming smaller as he went downstairs, "Everyone wants our secret recipe for freshwater primula soup."

　　 "Those people must want to go to the poisoning department of St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital." Harry whispered, "The previous drink was really terrible!"

　　 "That's why the two of us didn't touch that thing." Fanlin shook his head, looked out the window again, and then went back to sit down next to Hermione.

　　 "Now, it's clear, isn't it." Fanlin breathed a sigh of relief, "Death Hallows."

　　 "I'd rather believe that this is not true." Harry listened carefully to Shenonferius and said quietly, "You said, would he..."

　　 "If it is really a resurrection stone, I can feel better, Harry!" Fanlin shook his head and rejected Harry's statement.

　　 "Why? That's death..."

"A stone, a piece of rag and a dead branch..." Fanlin shook his hand boredly, "If you can really dominate death by relying on such simple three things, then what else does Death do? "

　　 "But, we have to face it, don't we, if it is a resurrection stone..."

"That mysterious person wouldn't be so difficult." Fanlin sighed deeply. At this moment, Fanlin smelled a particularly unpleasant smell coming from the kitchen...It's hard to imagine, Lu How did Na come here?

　　 "Well, we can ignore it for the first time. To tell the story simply, this is just a moral fable. It is obvious, which is the best and which one would you choose?"

　　Hermione and Harry spoke almost simultaneously.

　　 "Wand!" Harry...

　　 "Cloak!" Hermione...

　　 Unconsciously, the eyes of the three people collided.

　　 "I knew you could say cloak," Fanlin told Hermione with a smile.

　　 "But we already have an invisibility cloak," Harry said, "I don't think we need to... I thought you would want a magic wand..."

　　 "It really helped us a lot, unless you didn't notice it!" Hermione continued, "and the wand will cause us trouble... In fact, I think you might say stone, but..."

　　 "Like you said, I already have a cloak, and the problem we are facing now... I really need a magic wand, don't I?"

　　 "But that will cause you a lot of trouble, Harry!" Fanlin said, "Perhaps you didn't notice that almost everyone with a wand ended with the killing..."

　　 (including Dumbledore...)

　　 secretly added, Fanlin thought of Dumbledore again unconsciously.

　　 "But, I won't be like the people in the fairy tale. I only have this need now. Actually, I thought about stones at the beginning, but I found that there seems to be no... that's not what we need now..."

"But... Harry, you know, the only fact he told us is that there have been many stories about a magic wand that has been circulating for hundreds of years. It was really... terrible..." Hermione said embarrassedly He seemed to be trying to persuade Harry.

　　 "Are there really so many stories about magic wands?" Harry asked.

　　 Hermione looked rather annoyed. The expression was so familiar that it looked so cute that Fanlin and Harry couldn't help grinning at each other. They hadn't relaxed for a long time.

"The rod of death, the rod of destiny, they have been appearing under different names for centuries. They are usually taken by those bragging black wizards. Professor Bins mentioned them, but... this is all nonsense. The power of a magic wand is the same as the magic power of the wizard who uses it. But some wizards like to boast that their wand is better and stronger than others."

　　 "But how do you know," Harry asked, "Those wands...the wands of death, and the wands of destiny... aren't the same wands that have appeared under various names for centuries?"

　　 "Perhaps, but they are all dead, aren't they?" Fanlin said, "Actually, the stone is also very bad, isn't it."

"But...that's going back to life..." Harry said. "If I don't have a magic wand, I think stone is my first choice. We can bring back Crazy Eye, Dumbledore, my parents... "

　　 "But according to Bard Bede, they don't want to come back, do they?" Hermione said carefully. This is always a painful topic about the dead.

　　 "We haven't asked again..."

"However, they might even want to leave quietly." Fanlin said, "As the story says, the resurrection stone is not really resurrected at all. It is just a wish placed on the wisher and then shaped by magic. A false soulless shell came out. The soul that really opened the door and left has no way to return to this world.

　　 "But Nagini is not resurrected..."

"So, this is the headache." Fanlin said, "In fact, he should have brought back Nagini from the past, and then imprisoned in a newly shaped body, although I don’t know how this is done, but I promise, it won’t be a good thing..."

　　 After a while, the room went quiet again. The strange smell in the kitchen is getting stronger and stronger, a bit like the smell of burning clothes. Harry wondered if it was possible for them to eat more of his cooking without hurting Shenon Ferry's.

　　 "Well...what about the invisibility cloak?" Harry asked slowly, trying to prevent the three of them from falling back into the endless loop of Voldemort.

"Hey... did you realize that he was right? We are used to Harry's invisibility cloak and the benefits it brings, but we never stop and think about it! We have never heard of others having The invisibility cloak like Harry. It is reliable. We were never seen when we hid under it..."

　　 "So, it's very simple. Harry has the real thing." Fanlin said, "As we said before, isn't it the Deathly Hallows."

　　 "But, I don't understand." Harry said, "There are others..."

"That's different, isn't it, unless you think this is made of invisible beast fur." ​​Fanlin shrugged, "Although it's not cheap, but I can guarantee that its effect makes me feel like I put one It's the same as the phantom spell, and it's not transparent."

　　 "Okay, okay..." Harry nodded helplessly. He wanted to breathe, so he stood up.

　　 Ignoring the discussion between Fanlin and Hermione, Harry walked around the room, listening absently.

　　 When he walked to the side of the spiral staircase, Harry inadvertently raised his eyes to the other floor, and was immediately attracted by him. Through the ceiling of the room above, he saw that his face was looking back at him. Slightly confused, he realized that this was not a mirror, but a painting.

　　 Driven by curiosity, Harry began to walk up the steps.

　　 "Harry~www.readwn.com~What are you doing? I don't think you can walk around when he is not here!"

　　 But Harry was already upstairs. Luna decorated the ceiling of her bedroom with six beautiful portraits: Harry, Ron, Varyn, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

　　 They don't move like the Hogwarts portraits, but they must be given the same magic. Harry thought they could breathe.

　　 A beautiful gold chain surrounds them to connect them together, but after a closer look, Lee discovered that it is actually written in golden ink thousands of times: friend...friend...friend...

　　 A warmth of friendship swept through Harry's body. He looked around the room. There was a huge picture of Luna and a woman who looked very similar to her. They hugged each other. In this photo Luna looks much cleaner than the Luna Harry had seen before.

　　 Dust accumulated on the photo. This made Harry feel a little strange. He stared around.

　　 Something is wrong. The dull blue carpet was covered with thick dust.

　　 The closet door is slightly open, there is no clothing inside.

　　 The bed looked cold, as if no one had slept for a few weeks. A lonely spider web draped over the nearest window across the blood-red sky.

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