A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 622: Absurdity with a bit of reasonable explanation, the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler"

The next day, Aaron woke up from bed.

"System, sign in."

"The host signs in at Dean Forest and gets 1 magic point."

"How stingy." Aaron curled his lips in disgust.

"The host's missing body signed in at Hogwarts and received 5 magic points."

"The total number is six. It's like going back to before liberation overnight!" Aaron rubbed his forehead regretfully, "I was too impulsive last night and accidentally spent all the magic points."

"Please host, please don't worry about these details." The system comforted, "There are still rat talismans, ox talismans, dragon talismans, snake talismans, and monkey talismans. The host can collect twelve talismans."

"That's five thousand magic points!" Aaron rolled his eyes angrily, "Even if you are painting a cake for me, it still has some technical content!"

"By collecting twelve talismans, the host can obtain additional magic energy from the Fire Demon and open the corresponding magic energy product column."

Aaron: ...

All right! This cake is very technical to draw, but it’s just a little too big.

Walking out of his room, Aaron transformed into the respected 'Gandalf' again.

Harry and the three of them walked out of the room one after another. After breakfast, they gathered in the hall.

"Although that sign is our only clue at the moment, do we really want to find Mr. Lovegood?"

"We're already on the way, Ron." Hermione said impatiently, "Luna will be home for Christmas soon, and you can ask her then."

"Harry, has there been any change in your Golden Snitch?" 'Gandalf' asked.

Harry was stunned for a moment, he almost forgot that he still had such a thing.

He took out the Golden Snitch, used a levitating spell to levitate it in the air, and then his eyes widened.

I saw an extra line of small words on the surface of the Golden Snitch: I will open it at the end.

"What does this mean, sir?"

'Gandalf' frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and then said: "According to Dumbledore's plan, the end of this should be when you have to face the mysterious man head-on."

"But it wasn't opened even in Godric's Hollow!"

"No, you misunderstood me.

To be precise, it is the time of the final battle, when all the Horcruxes except Nagini are destroyed. At that time, only one of you two can survive. "

"The diary and the ring have been destroyed." Ron counted on his fingers. "The locket is in Aaron's hand. Not counting the snake, there are only Hufflepuff's gold cup and Ravenclaw's. Crowned.

Thinking optimistically, we can just find two more Horcruxes. "

"And Gryffindor's sword." Hermione couldn't help but remind him, "That sword is the key to destroying the Horcruxes."

"Forget about that sword for now, Hermione." Ron glanced at Harry carefully and said in a complaining tone, "We have already suffered losses with that sword."

"But I have to look for it." Hermione said seriously. At this time, her face changed slightly. The gold galleons hanging around her neck were exuding warmth, which meant that Aaron wanted to contact her.

"What's wrong?" 'Gandalf' asked knowingly.

"Aaron is looking for me!" Hermione said a little embarrassed, then took off the gold galleons and started long-distance communication.

"Merry Christmas, Aaron."

"What?"

"Okay, I get it, I'll tell them."

...

A few minutes later, Hermione happily put away the gold galleons.

"What did he say?" Harry and Ron looked at Hermione expectantly, guessing from her expression that there might be good news this time.

"The sword, Gryffindor's sword has been found."

"What?" Harry said excitedly and incoherently, "Where is it? Where is the sword?"

"The Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts."

"What does this mean?" Ron frowned in confusion, "Didn't Scrimgeour say that the sword was missing?

Besides, if the sword is really in the principal's office, what's the difference between it and being in the hands of the mysterious man? "

"Listen to me first." Hermione smiled meaningfully, "Aaron told me that finding the sword was a test arranged by Dumbledore. Knowing that Godric's Hollow is dangerous, our actions proved it. Gryffindor courage."

"What does this have to do with the sword?"

"The enchantment of the hidden sword will only be lifted if we go to Godric's Hollow."

"But it's still in the principal's office!" Harry sighed slightly, "Did Aaron steal it?"

"No, have you forgotten that Dumbledore has a special messenger?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and said in unison: "Fawkes."

"That's it, it will bring us the sword."

"Great." Harry smiled.

He knew the magic of the phoenix, it could come and go from the principal's office with ease.

"Wait a minute." Ron seemed to have thought of something, "It has been more than a month since the day we went to Godric's Hollow. Why did Fox just send the sword over today?

Also, how did Aaron know? "

"That's the genius of Dumbledore.

He cast special concealment magic and copying magic on the sword. This magic will automatically activate after the sword appears, and an identical sword can be copied in a month.

As for how he knew... Abe smelled a familiar smell while he was napping, so he flew to the window of the principal's office and took a look, and then..."

Hermione didn't finish her words, but Harry and Ron both made up the rest of the scene on their own.

Then Abe rushed into the principal's office, subdued Fawkes, and brought it and the sword to Aaron, only to figure out this part of Dumbledore's plan.

The corner of Gandalf's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't think too much, he just gave the missing body a silent thumbs up.

As expected of me! You can make up all this nonsense.

Although it sounds a bit outrageous, it involves a wily magician, a magical phoenix and a holy dragon that can press the phoenix to the ground and rub it. The absurdity is a little more reasonable.

Not only could the sword of Gryffindor be given to Harry as a matter of course, Fawkes' appearance was also a huge encouragement, proving that Dumbledore's spirit was with them.

boom!

A group of crimson flames suddenly appeared above the four people, but they did not panic at all. Instead, they looked surprised.

The next second, Fox flew out, hovering in the air full of desire.

A silver sword was thrown down and inserted firmly in front of Harry.

Harry took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

This sword seemed to give him infinite courage. Scenes of his previous battles with Voldemort flashed through his mind, and all the anxiety and self-doubt disappeared at this moment.

"Thank you, Fawkes." Harry said with sincere gratitude.

Fox let out a crisp chirp, spread its wings and flew down.

Harry subconsciously raised his arm, but Fawkes ignored him and placed it firmly on Gandalf's shoulder.

Harry:......

What an embarrassment!

"Be good, be good." 'Gandalf' touched the feathers of the phoenix, took off the wine bottle from his waist and gave it a sip.

Seeing Fawkes showing familiarity and respect for 'Gandalf', Harry couldn't help but feel a little disgusted, "Sir, have you known him before?"

"I don't know him! How could I possibly know him!" 'Gandalf' said seriously, "Maybe it's because I have an inexplicable attraction to magical animals!

Hermione, do you want to touch it too? "

"Ah...can I?"

"Of course, it won't repel you."

Hermione excitedly put her hand on Fawkes' back and gently stroked his red-gold feathers, and Fawkes also acted particularly docile.

This is its future mistress, so she should behave better.

"It's so beautiful." Hermione admired sincerely.

"Can we touch it too?" Ron asked curiously.

"No." 'Gandalf' immediately changed his tone, and Fox also flew into the air, turning into a ball of flame and dissipating.

"Are you so disgusted with it?" Ron curled his lips, "Maybe Dumbledore has arranged other tasks for it."

"Don't worry about those details. Now we only need to find two Horcruxes." Harry smiled and waved the sword, feeling extremely relaxed.

...

After Christmas, several people came to the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

On the top of a mountain, an extremely strange house stood under the blue sky, with a ghostly moon hanging behind it.

"It must be there. No one except Luna would live in a place like this." Ron said firmly, "It feels like a car."

"What's the resemblance?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"I'm talking about the rook in Wizard's Chess." Ron shrugged and walked towards the house.

Arriving outside the house, three wooden signs were nailed to the courtyard door.

"The Quibbler" Editor-in-Chief: X. Lovegood

Please choose your own bouquet of mistletoe

Please do not touch the airship baggage

"That's right, it's right here." 'Gandalf' said, and then opened the creaking courtyard door.

The winding paths are covered with all kinds of exotic plants. The shrubs are full of orange radish-shaped fruits. The two wind-bent crabapple trees are full of small red fruits and mistletoe corollas.

'Gandalf' knocked on the door, and soon Xenophilius Lovegood opened the door.

He was barefoot, wearing a set of stained white pajamas, and his white hair was dirty and messy, especially sloppy.

"Who are you looking for? Who are you? What's the matter?" Xenophilius asked.

"Obviously, we are here to find you." 'Gandalf' smiled, "Of course, your daughter can do it too."

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood." Harry introduced himself directly, "I am Harry Potter, Luna's friend.

I have some questions to ask you. Can you let us in first? "

Xenophilius's pupils were slightly dilated, and his gaze lingered on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead for a while, "I don't know if this is appropriate. To be honest, I don't think it should be..."

"I won't disturb you for long." Harry said immediately.

"This..." A look of struggle flashed in Xenophilius's eyes, "Okay, please come in."

As soon as a few people crossed the threshold, Xenophilius closed the door.

The entire room is in a standard round shape, and the stove, sink, and cupboards are all made into standard arc shapes, and are filled with flowers, insects, and birds painted in bright primary colors.

The styles are very different, close to nature, but... nondescript.

But everyone sees things differently, and perhaps this is normal in the eyes of the Lovegoods.

"Why don't you go upstairs!" Xenophilius said awkwardly. It was obvious that he felt very impolite to entertain guests in a dirty and messy room.

However, the room above is not much better. It is still a standard circle, but the space is smaller. There are many books and papers piled up. An old printing press makes a ping-pong-pong sound, spitting out copies of " The Quibbler.”

"Please forgive me." Xenophilius's expression changed slightly, and he strode to the printing press. While blocking the sight of several people with his body, he covered the printing press with a dirty tablecloth, and also covered the Kala Kala. of noise.

"Why are you here?"

"We need some help," Harry said.

"Help?" Xenophilius dodges his eyes, looking very unnatural, "It is very dangerous to help Harry Potter."

"Didn't you appeal to everyone on The Quibbler to help Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah! I expressed that opinion, but..."

"Let others do it, except yourself?"

Xenophilius swallowed, his eyes swept over several people, and he seemed to be having some kind of difficult struggle in his heart.

"Where's Luna?" Hermione asked, "Why didn't you see her?"

Hearing Luna's name, Xenophilius trembled, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"She's fishing by the creek, she'll be here soon.

You guys wait a moment, I'll make you a pot of tea first. "

After saying that, he hurried down the stairs and closed the door.

"What a coward." Ron said disdainfully, "Luna is ten times more courageous than her."

"He may be worried that the Death Eaters will find out that I have been here and he will be in trouble." Harry said.

"I support Ron this time," Hermione said. "You're an annoying hypocrite, letting others help you but holding back yourself."

"I don't think so." 'Gandalf' said lightly, "Like father, like daughter. If he can raise a daughter like Luna, he should be no different as a father."

"'Gandalf,' what you said makes sense, but you also saw it." Ron muttered, "He just had the word fear written on his face, and his attitude was the same as what he wrote in the magazine. totally different."

'Gandalf' was thoughtful. From the moment he entered the door, he noticed that Xenophilius was in a very confused state.

He glanced at Harry's scar several times, each time with indescribable confusion and hesitation, like a gambler at the end of his rope struggling to make a bet.

"Something's wrong, very wrong."

"Sir, what's wrong?" Harry asked confused.

"Hush!" 'Gandalf' made a silencing gesture, "Don't disturb me yet."

The three of them looked at each other, but out of trust in 'Gandalf', they didn't ask any more questions.