A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 617 Dumbledore knows how to distribute. He knows what buy one, get two free, right?

'Gandalf' curiously took the Golden Snitch from Harry's hand and inspected it carefully.

He also wanted to know what secrets were hidden in the relics given to Harry by Dumbledore, but even with the use of the sub-eye, Aaron only saw a thin layer of white light on the surface of the snitch, and deeper into it was a ball of light. Thick black mist.

Just as he was wondering, he noticed a small part of light drifting towards Harry Potter.

"Can you tell?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Yeah!" 'Gandalf' nodded, looking strange, "Dumbledore has cast a spell on it, and only you can remove this spell."

"But I've tried many methods and can't open it at all."

"No, no, no, you may have misunderstood me." 'Gandalf' said meaningfully, "Only you can absorb the magic on this golden snitch."

Harry blinked blankly, not knowing why.

Hermione understood the meaning of 'Gandalf', "You mean that as long as Harry carries it with him, the secrets on it will automatically emerge."

"Not only that, Harry's own magic power will gradually increase.

Dumbledore had long anticipated his own death, and he consumed part of his power. In this way, he subtly enhanced the potential of the Son of Prophecy, which is also interesting.

In addition, there is another treasure hidden in this golden snitch, but I can't figure out what it is. "

Hearing this, Harry felt mixed emotions and took back the Golden Snitch with some trembling.

He had complained before that Dumbledore didn't tell him anything, but now it seemed that Dumbledore had clearly left the best care and protection to him.

"What about this?" Ron excitedly took out a silver lighter, opened it with a 'click', and the light source in the tent was sucked in. When he turned it on again, the light source returned to its original position.

"This is the deluminator that Dumbledore left for me, but it seems to be just for turning off and on the lights."

'Gandalf' took the deluminator, traced the lines on it with his long fingers, and then smacked his lips in surprise, "Not bad, my alchemy is just a little bit worse than mine."

"I know it's valuable, but it should have other uses!" Ron asked expectantly.

"You are right, this Deluminator is actually a door key." Gandalf said, glancing at Harry. "It can guide you to Harry Potter when needed."

Ron's eyes twitched slightly, that's it? It feels useless!

Moreover, he felt an inexplicable malice from the word 'portkey'. Could it be that he would leave the team while searching for the Horcrux?

"But the value of this alchemical product really depends on the power of the user."

"What's the meaning?"

"Watch carefully, I will only demonstrate once." 'Gandalf' said and turned on the deluminator.

Countless light spots were sucked into the Deluminator like a storm. In an instant, all the light disappeared without a trace. The surrounding environment was replaced by black light and shadow, and nothing could be seen except each other.

"A barrier created by light and shadow, as long as the barrier is not broken, nothing that happens inside will affect the outside."

"My Merlin!"

Ron was stunned and swallowed hard.

Sure enough, I am the most handsome boy in Gryffindor. Compared with this treasure, the Golden Snitch and the collection of stories, I am simply weak.

'Gandalf' turned on the Deluminator again, releasing all the light, and they returned to the tent.

"Hey!" Ron said, "I want to experience it again!"

"That's not fair." Hermione looked at Harry and Ron resentfully, "Dumbledore left Harry his power and Ron his treasures. What I have in my hands is an ordinary collection of stories. , not even worth half a galleon.”

"Don't be envious!" Ron showed off in a sinister manner, "Dumbledore is really nice to both of us, but don't you also have a boyfriend who loves you?

If you need it, Aaron can definitely get you something better. "

"You..." Hermione took a deep breath and said coldly: "Don't make fun of him."

Ron smiled coquettishly and said, "I won't dare to do it next time."

"That Deluminator is just like a pearl covered in dust." 'Gandalf' said regretfully, "It may never be able to function in your hands."

Ron felt like he was stabbed in the chest, but the Deluminator in his hand quickly soothed the pain.

He may not be able to create a barrier like Gandalf, but his descendants may not be able to.

"Dumbledore knows how to distribute. Harry Potter needs power, Ron Weasley needs wealth, and as for Hermione... you are so outstanding that he doesn't even know what to give you."'Gan Dolph showed a smile against his will, and cursed Dumbledore half to death for his partiality.

It's really unreasonable, it's too much to deceive people.

There is nothing wrong with giving more care to poor students, but it is too much to give no care to good students and increase the burden.

"That's it, yes." Harry said far-fetchedly, "What Gandalf said still makes sense."

"You're really good at comforting people," Hermione said angrily.

"By the way, I almost forgot one thing." 'Gandalf' patted his head, "Miss Granger, Aaron specially asked me to bring you a gift."

"Aaron's gift?" Hermione was moved. Before she could say anything, she saw Gandalf take out a white plaid scarf.

Ron reached out curiously to touch it, but before he could touch it, he was hit back by a cigarette pole.

"This is not for you." 'Gandalf' snorted.

"You can't even touch it?"

"no."

"Isn't it just a scarf? It's not like I've never seen it before."

"This scarf is worth more than the deluminator in your hand." 'Gandalf' patiently explained, "The main material is the scales from the dragon's heart, and it's not an ordinary fire dragon.

Originally, he planned to make a breast shield, but considering that it was not suitable for girls, he changed the breast shield into a scarf.

Wearing it can resist wind and cold, reduce fire damage, and even defend against the death curse in critical moments. "

"This is too exaggerated!" Ron couldn't believe it. He still felt that the deluminator was more valuable, but the scarf was obviously more practical.

Hermione gently took the scarf and put it around her neck.

"how do you feel?"

"very warm."

"It's also very beautiful. It's worth it to me..." 'Gandalf' quickly changed his words mid-sentence, "Bring it to you."

Hermione smiled contentedly, "Thank you, Mr. Gandalf."

"You're welcome. If you have nothing to do, go and rest. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

We leave tomorrow for Godric's Hollow. "

"Sir." Hermione stopped 'Gandalf' who was walking towards the bedroom. After a moment of hesitation, he said seriously: "Harry has something to ask you."

"Is there nothing wrong with me?" Harry looked at Hermione in confusion, "Did you make a mistake somewhere?"

"Have you forgotten?" Hermione gave him a quick wink, "That dream."

Harry suddenly realized that he didn't want Gandalf to know the connection between him and Voldemort, but that wand was related to his life and fortune in a sense, and he couldn't care less.

"Sir, it's like this..." Harry quickly told 'Gandalf' what he saw in his dream.

"You mean that the mysterious man captured Grigovitch and wanted to find a wand through him?" 'Gandalf' looked strange, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He seemed to know what Voldemort was looking for. When he was in Nurmengard a few days ago, Grindelwald said that Dumbledore asked him to tell someone the location of a wand. If nothing else, that person would be Voldemort.

Damn it! Ginger is still spicy!

Dumbledore really thought about Voldemort's death every step of the way. He even arranged the wand he wanted to use, and the actor he hired was a big shot like Gellert Grindelwald.

"Yes, sir.

Do you know that wand? "

"How could I know?" 'Gandalf' denied expressionlessly, and then changed the subject, "But I am certain that even if he gets the wand, he will not pose a threat to you."

"What's the basis?" Ron asked, "If the mysterious man really cracked Harry's wand, he..."

"He can become the savior against the mysterious man in the prophecy, and he won't rely on a twin wand." 'Gandalf' interrupted, "He relies on..."

"Love." Harry smiled bitterly, "Dumbledore told me many times."

"What he said is not complete." 'Gandalf' shrugged, "But I can make some additions to you."

"What supplement?"

"The word love sounds a bit ethereal and has many types.

The love of husband and wife, the friendship of friends, the care of relatives, the most self-love, the kindness to the world, etc. are all part of it, but what you can rely on most is the mother's love that will never dry up. "

Harry fell into deep thought after hearing this, and something seemed to have touched him deep in his heart.

'Gandalf's' words touched him deeply, but he still didn't think maternal love could defeat Voldemort.

The other party is a great mage who has one foot in the holy realm, and he is just a small mage. Even if his mother puts all the magic power on him, it may be difficult to cross this huge gap.

"The blood protection charm will expire on the day Harry comes of age." Ron reminded with some embarrassment.

"So what?

Harry Potter, you have to have some faith in yourself.

Your wand is less than ten galleons. You don't really think that you relied on such a twin wand to get you into many dangers, do you? "'Gandalf' said with a meaningful smile. After saying that, he picked up the staff and walked to his room.

"What does he mean? Inexplicable."

"I don't know." Harry also looked confused.

"I think he seems to know what wand the mysterious man is looking for?" Hermione said thoughtfully, "Even if he doesn't know where it is, he definitely knows the identity of the person who stole it from Grigovitch. ”

"Hermione." Ron said a little speechlessly, "I know your intuition is always very accurate, but even if you are accurate and others don't want to tell you, what can you do?"

"This is just my guess."

"Put the wand thing off for a while!

Go to Godric's Hollow first, it would be great if you can find Gryffindor's sword. "

...

The next day, the early morning sun shone into the tent.

The three Harrys walked out of the room one after another. Compared with yesterday, their clothes were clean and decent, and their condition was obviously much better.

"It's so comfortable to sleep." Ron stretched out. "I always thought that the reason for not sleeping well was because we were avoiding pursuit. Now I can confirm that it's entirely the bed's problem."

"We are still evading pursuit." Hermione said angrily, "We can't forget the current situation just because the conditions are better!"

"I know, I know." Ron waved his hand impatiently, "I feel like you are as verbose as my mother."

"It smells so good!" Harry took a deep breath, "I smell the smell of meat."

"And the sweet taste of cappuccino," Hermione murmured.

"It's time for breakfast, right?" Ron said, walking towards the restaurant uncontrollably.

"They're all here." 'Gandalf' looked at the three of them, "You have a very good nose!"

"What to eat?" Ron asked impatiently, his eyes constantly looking at the covered plates on the dining table. The aroma inside made him swallow his saliva involuntarily.

'Gandalf' raised his eyebrows playfully and opened the lids one by one.

"Tomato braised pork ribs, beef stir-fried with green onions, fried pumpkin, vegetable salad, milk and juice."

"That's enough, that's enough." Ron said sheepishly, "It's really troublesome for you."

"Don't worry, these are all for me to eat." 'Gandalf' said calmly.

"What do you want to eat?" Ron was stunned for a while before he responded, "Then what do we eat?"

"Of course you eat whatever you want." 'Gandalf' said confidently, "You live in mine, so you can't even eat together!"

"Ah this..."

The three of them looked at each other, speechless.

'Gandalf' is not Kreacher, and there is no reason to serve them. Being able to provide ingredients and a kitchen is enough for them.

"We can just do it ourselves." Harry forced a smile.

"Hermione, you stay and leave them alone."

"This isn't appropriate!"

"Aaron asked me to take care of you, and he paid me a reward I couldn't refuse."

"What about us?" Ron asked weakly.

"He only paid Miss Granger. As for the two of you...you know what buy one, get two free, right?"

The two looked at each other, feeling so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood.

This difference is too big!

Hermione hesitated for a moment, "I'd better help them!"

"No, I can cook." Harry gritted his teeth stubbornly. The difference in treatment made him feel particularly uncomfortable, but at this time he had to thank the Dursleys who had abused him for more than ten years.

Thanks to them, his cooking skills are passable.

"Not so angry." 'Gandalf' curled his lips, "You also have breakfast, but it's just not as rich."

"Do we have a share?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"I have principles. Even if you two get one for two, I won't starve you." 'Gandalf' snapped his fingers, and there were a few more plates on the table, "Pizza, stuffing There are enough cakes, bread, cakes, and boiled water, but if you want to eat well, you have to make it yourself, or it depends on my mood.”

"Thank you, Gandalf, you are a good man." Ron shook his hand and almost shed tears of emotion.