HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter [-] Next step plan

"Based on the above information, our next plan is the editing room of "The Quibbler", which is also the home of Xenophilius Lovegood."

"The mark in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", the mark in Godric's Hollow cemetery, and the photo of Dumbledore's letter to Grindelwald also have this mark. I think we have to figure out the specifics of this symbol. Significance? And surely it would be best to ask Xenophilius Lovegood."

"Harry's old snitch was cracked, and there was a line Dumbledore had carved on it, 'I open at the end'. Ron's Deluminator put us on alert, I think it's on Beedle the Bard's Tales most important!"

Hermione put all the information on the table and said firmly.

"Well, I believe this symbol is very necessary to understand." Harry nodded in agreement, "What does a symbol linking Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Godric's Hollow mean?"

Ron also agreed, "I agree, his house is on the other side of the mountain behind my house, and I can take you there."

"I support it. You go." Ann said lazily, leaning on the armchair, "I have rested for a long time anyway, so it's not bad to use this as a breakthrough—"

"Ann, do you want to go back to the bedroom and sleep again?" Hermione asked worriedly.

An abnormal blush appeared on An's face. Among the four of them, she wore the most clothes. Even though it was the end of September and the beginning of October, the temperature in the whole of England had dropped a lot, but An's clothes were considered thick.

Rubbing her nose, Ann supported her head with one hand, and said sullenly, "No, I've slept for 12 hours, I'm not sleepy, you guys continue to discuss—"

Supporting his head, An, who had a cold and was ill, felt dizzy not long after. After listening to the three of them talking about the possible whereabouts of the Horcrux for a while, he gradually became sleepy.

Eyelids drooped gradually.

"install?"

"Huh?" Ann blinked and opened her eyes.Hermione's face was close at hand.

Stretching out his hand to cover An's forehead, the other party obviously started to have a fever again, the temperature of his forehead was hotter than his palm.Putting down her hands, Hermione coaxed with worry on her face, "Ann, will we go back to the bedroom and sleep?"

Blinking her eyes, Ann raised her head slightly. The information on the table was cleaned up, and Harry and Ron were no longer in the living room.They are now practicing fighting and spells outside the tent whenever they have time, partly because Harry's new wand needs to get used to, and partly because they encountered another search party in September, and that battle made them feel that they needed to strengthen their companions mutual cooperation.

Sniffing, Ann nodded, stood up from the armchair, and let Hermione walk towards the bedroom with her half-armed and half-armed.Once in the bedroom, Ann obediently took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt, leaned on the pillow, and looked at Hermione.

Hermione unsnapped the potion prepared on the bedside table and handed it to Ann's mouth.

After drinking the potion in one go, Ann smiled and winked at Hermione.

"Okay, I commend you." Hermione said with a smile, "Lie down after drinking the medicine, and I'll get you a cold towel."

"Hmm—" Ann nodded, stretched out her hand to put the pillow she was leaning on, and lay down.

Coming out of the bathroom, Hermione put the ice towel in her hand on Ann's forehead, and softly persuaded, "Ann, can you go back to Roland Castle tonight?"

Ann looked aggrieved, she pursed her mouth and asked, "You dislike me—"

"No. But, it's dangerous for you to be sick and be with us. What if you encounter a search team? Tomorrow we have to continue to move locations. You set the 72-hour rule and said that it must not be changed." Hermione said in a He said in an extremely patient tone, "Besides, Roland Castle is safer than tents, and what about Mr. Orenster?"

"Orenscu—" Ann muttered, "he used to be our family's personal therapist, and then he retired, retired in India, and my aunt recently hired him back."

Hermione had a look that you don't think this is better.

"But, I brought all the potions he made—" An shrank her neck and began to feel guilty, she knew that she was being willful, and her voice gradually lowered, "I'm sick, and I miss you more than usual. ..”

"But you're sick, I'm worried." Hermione said, took off the towel on Ann's forehead, and took a second cold towel and put it on.

"Okay, then I'll go back tonight." Ann pulled the quilt over her chin, revealing only her eyes.

With amber eyes and long eyelashes, An's pupils gleamed with water. After catching a cold, when An was silent, she looked particularly lazy.

Hermione almost softened her heart, but when she thought of Ann being like this, she was even more afraid if something happened to her in danger, so she had to turn her face away and not look at Ann.

Taking off the cold towel on Ann's forehead, Hermione got up and went into the bathroom with two towels. When she came out again, she didn't expect that Ann had already closed her eyes and fell asleep while clutching the quilt.

He stretched out his hand to cover An's forehead, it was still a little hot, but fortunately the temperature was not as high as before.Hermione couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, leaned over and kissed Ann's forehead, and then applied a new ice towel.

On a breezy hillside, Harry, Ron, and Hermione saw the beautiful scenery of the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole.From a high altitude, the village looks like a small toy house, scattered in the huge speed of light slanting towards the ground between the clouds.For a while they stood there under the awning and looked out towards the Burrow, all they could see were tall hedges and orchards, hiding the crooked little house from Muggles.

"It's weird, being so close and not being able to go back," said Ron.

Harry handed the Invisibility Cloak over, "Can you sneak back once wearing it?"

"Better not." Hermione said hastily, "Your home is one of the key surveillance locations by the Ministry of Magic."

"I'm just sighing—well, let's hurry up and go this way." Ron stepped in one direction, leading the way, Harry was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, and Hermione followed behind.

"Aha, it should be there!" Ron said, pointing to a mountain top.A very odd house stood like a huge black column against a blue sky, with a ghostly moon behind it in the afternoon sky.

"That must be Luna's house, who else would live in a place like that? You look like a big car!"

"It doesn't look like a car at all." Hermione said, frowning at the round building.

"I'm talking about a rook in chess," said Ron, "to you it's a castle."

Ron had the longest legs and ran to the top of the hill first.He grinned as Harry and Hermione caught up, panting and clutching their sore sides.

"It's their house, after all," said Ron. "Look."

Three hand-painted plaques were nailed to the ruined courtyard gate.

Block [-]: The Quibbler Editor: X. Lovegood

Piece [-]: Please pick your own bunch of mistletoe

Block [-]: Don't touch the airship Lee

They creaked the gate of the courtyard, and all kinds of strange plants grew beside the winding path. One bush was full of orange-red carrot-shaped fruits that Luna sometimes wore as earrings.Harry also thought he saw the knotty vine, and hurried away from the dry root.Two old wind-bent crabapple trees guarded either side of the front door, stripped of their leaves but still laden with small red berries and a canopy of white-beaded mistletoe wreaths.A small owl with a slightly flattened head, somewhat like a hawk's head, watched them from a branch.

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak.He went forward and knocked on the door, which was inlaid with iron round nails and an eagle-shaped knocker.

Within ten seconds, the door opened, and there stood Xenophilius Lovegood, barefoot, wearing what appeared to be a stained nightgown, and long, white cotton candy hair Dirty and messy.By comparison, Xenophilius was pretty neat at Bill and Fleur's wedding.

"What? What's the matter? Who are you? What are you going to do?" he said in a sharp, complaining voice, looking first at Hermione, then at Ron, then at Harry, his mouth parting Round, ridiculous O-shape.

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood," said Harry, holding out his hand, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Xenophilius did not shake hands with Harry, but the eyeball that was not close to the bridge of his nose glanced at Harry's forehead.

"May I go in?" said Harry. "We have something to ask you."

"I, I—" Xenophilius was a little frightened, but then he reacted immediately, "Of course! Quick! Come in! Quick!"

The three had just stepped across the threshold when Xenophilius slammed the door shut.They were standing in the strangest kitchen.The room is a standard circle, and it feels like being in a giant pepper shaker.Everything was curved to match the walls: the stove, sink and cupboards, all painted in bright primary colors with flowers, insects and birds.In the middle of the room, a wrought-iron spiral staircase leads upstairs, which rattle and ping-pong.

"Better go upstairs," Xenophilius said, still looking very uncomfortable.He leads the way.

The room above seemed to be both a living room and a workshop, so it was even messier than the kitchen.It was a bit like the memorable maze that the Room of Requirement had once become, filled with stuff that had been hidden over the centuries, only this one was much smaller and perfectly circular.Every surface has stacks of books and papers.From the ceiling hung elaborate model animals that Harry didn't recognize, all flapping their wings or moving their mouths.

It was a wooden thing that made those noises, with many cogs turning by magic.It looked like a cross between a workbench and a bunch of old shelves, but Harry deduced after a while that it was an old printing press, as it was spitting out copies of The Quibbler.

"Oh, the new Quibbler! How nice of you to come and see me! So I can have a feature on you! This is unprecedented—" Xenophilius strode over to the machine In front of him, he tapped the machine with his magic wand, and the machine stopped working, "I want to write a new issue, huh? You sit down first! I'll go downstairs and pour you some tea!"

He put his wand behind his ear, rubbed his hands together nervously, and ran down the stairs again.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, and then turned to observe the things in the room.

"This place's a mess -" said Ron.

"Just like the Lunas," said Harry.

Hermione didn't say a word, just looked around, and then she let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong?" Harry and Ron asked simultaneously.

Hermione pointed to a large gray corkscrew horn, somewhat resembling a unicorn's, which was attached to the wall and protruded a few feet into the room.

Xenophilius came up the stairs with tea.

"Mr. Lovegood—what's that?"

"That's the horn of the Crooked Snork," said Xenophilius.

"No!" said Hermione.

"Hermione," Harry whispered awkwardly, "this is not the time to—"

"But Harry, that's the horn of the Poison Horn! It's a B-level trading item, and it's extremely dangerous to keep it at home!"

"How do you know it's the horn of a poisonhorn?" Ron asked, moving away from the horn as fast as he could in the utter chaos of the room.

"It's in Monsters and Where They Come from! Mr. Lovegood, you must get rid of it at once. Don't you know it explodes at the slightest touch?"

"The Horned Snork," Xenophilius said very clearly, with a stubborn expression on his face, "is a shy, very magical creature whose horns—"

"Mr. Lovegood, I recognize the fluting at the root. It is indeed the horn of a poisonhorn. It is too dangerous—I don't know where you got it—"

"Bought it," said Xenophilius stubbornly, "two weeks ago, from a lovely young wizard. Here we go," he placed the teapot and a few cups on top of a precarious pile of books , "Harry Potter, what do you want me to do?"

"We need some help," said Harry, glancing at Hermione.

Hermione sat with her arms folded, away from the horn, on a square box.

"Oh, okay—what help?" Xenophilius poured out the tea from the teapot with his wand and distributed it among the three. He himself sat down on a pile of things and looked at Ha Leigh said, "Can I interview you later?"

"Oh—okay." Harry nodded.

"Uh, Mr. Xenophilius, what kind of tea is this?" Ron asked while holding the teacup, looking at a beet juice-like lavender liquid in the teacup.

"Gordigan tea!" Xenophilius said. "We make it ourselves."

Before Hermione could ask what Godigan was, Harry said, "That's a nice tea, Mr. Lovegood, and I wanted to ask you about that emblem you wore at Bill and Fleur's wedding, what was it about?" significance?"

Xenophilius raised an eyebrow.

"You mean the symbol of the Deathly Hallows?"