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"I'm back." As soon as Helga came back, she saw Rowena who had obviously returned not long ago, while the other two were missing.A child curled up on the bed, staring straight at his friend.

"What's the matter with this child?" Helga noticed that the child's fists were subconsciously clenched when she appeared, and he didn't relax until Rowena spoke.

"I rescued him from the fire two days ago. Except for eating and drinking, he just huddled in the corner of the bed and didn't speak." Rowena sighed, "What's wrong with the three people you mentioned last time?" Is it a new discovery?"

"Yes, but you know, I don't understand their language, but maybe you do. Where's Godric and Salazar?"

"They went to rescue people today, there was a fire, in that town to the west."

"Oh, the west side? Then I saw it. I came back from there. It should start in the afternoon."

"Where are you coming from?"

"Yes, followed those three people. They walked along the stream. They ate some herbs on the way. You know, there are not many fish in that stream, and they are still small. There are not enough fish for three people."

"Herbs?"

"And," Helga paused, and continued, "I didn't know that some herbs could be eaten before, and some of them were even the default ones."

"Oh? Looks interesting. Then..."

Before Rowena finished speaking, Godric and Salazar had already returned.The two brought back a witch. The witch didn't have any burns on her body. It was obvious that she was rescued in time. They also had no injuries on their bodies. It seemed that the operation went well.The two hurriedly placed the person on the bed, the child in the corner shook, and Godric rubbed his hair.

"Have you gained anything, Helga?" Godric slumped on the chair, half-closed his eyes.

Helga took out a chain, put the memory of three days into it, and handed it to the three, obviously too lazy to repeat it.

This chain is similar to a pensieve, but relatively speaking, it is small and easy to carry, and you can see the memory when you hold it. The disadvantage is that only one person can see it at a time.Helga put in the part of the conversation that was heard from a distance during the three days. Most of the walking process was dull and there was nothing worth discovering.Godric was the first to grab the chain, eager to know what happened to the Gryffindor crests on the trio's clothes.

While Godric was looking at his memory, the other three exchanged information.The child that Rowena rescued still does not know which family it belongs to, and the clothes are ragged, sitting blankly, and can't ask anything.

"He's the only one? Aren't there usually a few together?"

"I only had time to save one. It should be the necklace on the child who saved him. The others are already dead."

"Defensive jewelry? It used to be a nobleman." Helga thought for a while, "but I don't remember him."

"Children grow up fast. The witch hunt started two years ago. I may have seen it but I can't match it. Wait until he recovers." Rowena sighed. If she had seen it, the family relationship should be good, maybe The son of a friend of his father's.

Seeing that the two did not continue, Salazar talked about the witch they brought back. "She and her son were wizards, her husband was not. After being exposed, her husband was beaten to death by Muggles to buy time for them to escape. Before being caught, she sent her son south because her parents On the south side."

"The south side," Helga hesitated, "the south side has been cleared pretty well, even if you go there, the possibility of finding someone is very low."

"I don't know, she has no energy to say more. We also have no energy, so we plan to wait for her to wake up and ask for clarification before looking for it."

"What's her last name?"

"Weasley."

"Ok?"

"What?" Seeing Helga's strange reaction, Rowena asked.

"Weasley, I remember that there was this family a long time ago. I saw it in the family library. The book said that there were not many people in this family, and they acted very mysteriously. Later, it was said that there were more and more squibs in the family, and they integrated into Muggles. gone."

"So that husband of hers might be a Squib?"

"Maybe, I'll prepare some food first, and we'll talk while eating." After speaking, Helga left in a hurry, really hungry.

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