[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

After simply tidying up the room, they sat around the fireplace and baked, eating quiche and pumpkin juice while discussing the next plan.

"Newbella, there is a problem that bothers me." Peter said, "Since Godric's Hollow is not completely muggleized, there is no Wi-Fi, no Muggle appliances, and even the fireplace must be lit by magic, the two of us How can a... well, Muggle... survive here?"

"I knew you would ask, and I was prepared." Newbella proudly took out a wand from the beaded pouch, "The nanny wand from the Weasley Brothers' Magic Wheezes, specially designed for old wizards, squibs, and those who need A high-magic technology product designed by Muggles who work and live in the wizarding world, with built-in more than [-] daily commonly used spells, a must-have tool for home and travel.”

"Let me show you." Newbella raised the nanny's wand and aimed it at the fireplace, "Wand, I want the flame to be smaller."

I saw a bright yellow light from the tip of the wand, and the flame in the fireplace kept shrinking with that light, and finally stopped changing when the flame was almost the size of a fist.

Peter was dumbfounded: "Wow, where did you get such an amazing thing?"

"Ginny gave it to me." Newbella handed the nanny wand to Peter. "It's her brother's invention, and it hasn't been officially launched yet."

"How many did she give you?" Peter held the wand cherished, for fear of breaking it, "If the wand breaks, we're finished."

"Not many, maybe a dozen." Newbera smiled and took out a nanny wand, "Ginny searched Mr. Weasley and all the trial products in Mr. Weasley's laboratory, as well as a huge book Incomparable notes, with instructions on the use of those trial products."

"It couldn't have been better!" said Peter. "Now I'm confident I'll make it to Christmas."

"Hey! What do you mean?" Newbera hit him with a custard pancake, "Oh, I almost forgot, she also gave me the "Guide to the Wizarding World" that the Ministry of Magic is going to release this Christmas , there are ten books in total, and Ginny said that this set of books can answer most of our puzzles about magic."

"No wonder the little beaded bag is so heavy." Peter put the nanny's wand carefully into the tray. "Well, it looks like we'll live until next Christmas!"

"You are so annoying." Newbella rolled her eyes, wondering why Peter was sometimes as shy as a big girl, and sometimes as naughty as boys of the same age, "Aren't I a mature, reliable and witty god? With my cover As for you, you can live until Christmas any year you want."

"Well, you are indeed mature, reliable and resourceful, as you can see from the luggage you have prepared." Peter followed her words, "So, what should we do next?"

"You wait first." Newbella reached into the beaded bag and rummaged through it for a while, "During the recovery period, I took some notes, ouch—my hand got stuck!"

"What's wrong? Where is it stuck?" Peter rushed over in a panic, "Do you need me to do something?"

"Ah, there are too many things." Newbella struggled desperately, trying to pull his hand out, "Oh, hell, my finger was bitten by the teapot! It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

"The teapot bites... are you serious?" Peter grabbed her arm and pulled it out, but it didn't help at all. "Why do you bring a teapot that bites?"

"I told Ginny that the more equipment the better, so..." Newbella grinned in pain, she flicked her fingers vigorously, trying to break free from the biting teapot, "No, it bites even tighter, you take the nanny Bring me the wand and see if it works."

Peter turned and grabbed the nanny's wand from the tray, and pointed the wand at the opening of the beaded pouch. "What... what should I say? What kind of order should I send?"

"Begging it to get my hand out?" Newber was sweating all over, not sure if it was more painful or more tired, "Or begging it to let the teapot loosen?"

"I'll try it all," Peter said, "that... wand, please let the teapot loose... let go!"

As the command was issued, Newbera felt the pressure on her fingers suddenly eased, and the pain of course also subsided: "It seems to be successful? But my wrist is still stuck between two books."

"Wait a moment, wait a moment." Peter's palms were sweaty, he couldn't hold the object slippery, and almost dropped his wand on the ground, "Cough, wand, please... please release her hand? No, no, please let her go." Her hands came out freely... smoothly."

Newbella: "...."

In any case, after ten minutes of Peter's repeated attempts, Newbella's hand was successfully drawn out of the beaded pouch, and the correct instruction was actually: "Wand, please let her hand be able to pull out the beaded pouch smoothly. "

"I must write feedback to Mr. Weasley." Newbera applied ointment on the injured finger, "These instructions are so shameful, and you are even more shameful than people say!"

"I can't agree to more." Peter leaned on the soft sofa exhausted, "It seems that there is a soul burning in my body just now, and only Lucifer can fight against it."

Newbera chuckled: "What do you think of giving Lucifer a nanny's wand as a Christmas gift? That picture is so beautiful!"

"If you really gave Lucifer a nanny's wand as a Christmas present, I won't need to go to the cinema to watch comedies in the future." Peter added, "Watching him play with the wand every day is enough."

Newbella laughed again after thinking about it: "I want to give one to my dad, he likes to try new things."

"And Bucky and Steve," said Peter. "I thought it would be fun to watch centenarians learn magic. Steve's time learning how to use a phone and a computer really taught us a lot." Jokes."

After Peter finished speaking, the two of them suddenly fell silent. There was no reason, but the atmosphere suddenly cooled down and the air suddenly became quiet.

"We will succeed." Several minutes later, Peter heard Newbella's small voice, "Whether it's capturing Hugo or finding my dad, we can do it."

"Well, we can do it." Peter took a deep breath, "It's so cold, the flame seems too small, should I turn it up?"

"Okay, thank you." Newbera poured himself a full glass of pumpkin juice, "After you adjust the flame to a suitable size, we can start discussing detailed plans."

The next day, they had a simple English breakfast in the restaurant of the hotel, and then followed the magic map to a wood near Godric's Hollow.

"Godric's Valley is surrounded by layers of forests. These lush forests are a natural cover. According to the last coordinates sent by my dad and Ginny's analysis of Hugo's behavior, there is a great possibility that they are still in the forest. "Last night we had divided the woods into eighteen areas, so our task for the next few weeks will be to search each of these areas one by one."

"However, they are not ordinary woods." Peter closed the "Woods of Wizarding World Travel Guide" anxiously, "It is said in the book that wizards will use superimposed protection spells in the woods to cover their tracks. Discovered by Muggles or other wizards. Our nanny's wand can cast protection spells, but it can't break other wizards' protection spells, nor can it be used as an assault weapon. It's just...just for everyday use."

"Don't worry, we still have me." Newbera said, "After I read "The Woods Chapter", I specifically asked Ginny for protection spells. For wizards and Muggles, they Difficult indeed; but because of my peculiar blood, they appear to me no more than transparent cellophane."

"What do you mean?" Peter said he didn't understand. "It means you can see those defensive spells?"

"Remember the night at the Underworld Bar? The Aurors attacked Ares with powerful spells, but he was unharmed. Because magic, like bullets, belongs to human inventions, and human weapons naturally don't work on protoss. Newbella explained, "As for me, I'm not as powerful as Ares. After being hit by the spell, I may be unconscious for a few minutes, but I can still see the real situation in the woods through the protective spell."

"I guess you're going to say yet, or a pity?" Peter said. "Is there something in the way? Otherwise you would have found them."

"The problem is that those protective spells are superimposed." Newbera made an analogy, "If a single protective spell is a piece of cellophane, then the superimposed protective spell is hundreds of sheets of cellophane stacked together, plus other Confusion spells, concealment spells, and the end result resembles an oil painting on cellophane—transparent in places, thickly covered with paint.”

"I understand every word you said, but I can't understand it together." Peter struggled to digest her words, "In short...in short, the difficulty has increased, and you can't see through the superimposed Does it mean the protection spell?"

"Well, probably about the same." Newbera nodded, "I plan to search these woods during the day and afternoon when the light is good. It will take a week or two to search all eighteen areas."

"Okay, I see." Peter said, "Because the spider sense doesn't work for magic, so I will go to talk to the wizards in the village as originally planned to see if I can get any clues."

"Peter, be careful." Newbella said, "Muggle communicators don't work in Godric's Hollow, and wizards' communicators often break down. If you encounter problems, you have to run faster. I'm afraid I won't be able to get there in time." save you."

"Don't worry." Peter raised the nanny's wand in his hand, "I still have it."

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