Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

United Kingdom, outside the village of Ottry San Cappol.

Arthur Weasley returned home and hugged his busy wife who was still in the kitchen.

While there was still some time before the start of dinner, I just made an excuse, walked out of the main entrance, and came to the piece not far away, centered on Lovegood's house, just established a wizarding quarter less than half a year ago. nearby.

In the past month, he actually worked in the Ministry of Magic for less than half a day. More time, he was involved in another super large magic project that subverted his values ​​but was very tempting.

In order to avoid Mrs. Weasley ’s worries, he had to be extra cautious, even if he went out to discuss things occasionally, they all used the excuse to go to the Lovegood house next door, together with the editor-in-chief Xenophilius Lovegood. Chat and consolidate friendship, and thank "Singing the Contrary" for the support of the Weasley family.

In fact, with Arthur Weasley's caution, he would not have been involved in such troublesome things, but ...

"Arthur, you are here. You are working hard these days, Molly is not suspicious?"

Not far away, an old wizard with white hair was standing on the edge of the street sign with his hands on his back. The dark green shirt was slightly stained with dew after a few evenings. It seemed that he had been waiting by the roadside for a while.

Behind the old wizards, dozens of middle-aged and old wizards from abroad also happened to be busy outside their respective huts. Some were turning the vegetable garden, some were decorating their doors with magic, and some were sitting. Holding a telescope on the eaves to study the astrology ... it looks extraordinarily lively and serene, which makes people's hearts unsure.

"Professor Dumbledore, sorry, let you wait a long time. Molly is still cooking dinner, no problem."

Arthur Weasley walked quickly, without any hesitation, the residents around him could be trusted-this is the original saying of Professor Dumbledore, and we have known each other for decades. What the old man said.

"It's just Professor Dumbledore, in fact, you can go directly to the Burrow, I believe Mo Li ..."

"Okay, Arthur. Haven't we already discussed this issue?"

I saw "Dumbledore" smiled slightly, a flash of light flashed on the half-moon-shaped lens, raised his hand to interrupt Arthur Weasley, and looked at the middle-aged man with amazing magic transformation technology in front of him The wizard said softly.

"You know, I'm not distrusting Molly. It's just that there is a little difference between transforming an aircraft carrier and transforming a used Ford. After all, rest assured, after everything is over, I Will find an appropriate time to tell Mo Li in person ... "

"but……"

Arthur Weasley suddenly raised a strange idea for no reason. In case Professor Dumbledore was punished ...

A glance at Arthur Weasley, who seemed to be worried, "Dumbledore" drew his wand from his sleeve and flexibly waved a few times in the surrounding air, and an invisible magic protection enchantment began again.

The sky not far away suddenly dimmed. If someone stood five meters away at this time, maybe he could not see what was happening here. The thin mist gradually began to spread and enveloped in a few seconds. Rear area.

"So, that thing ... Arthur, did you bring it back from the vault?"

The old man asked softly with a serious face, his blue eyes staring at Mr. Weasley's face.

"Of course, of course! Sorry, I am a little distracted."

Hearing Dumbledore ’s voice, Arthur Weasley recovered and quickly moved away from the wand in the hands of the old wizard, quickly groping in his arms, and his honest and honest face was a bit embarrassed. Embarrassed.

It was a slender and distinctive wand with wonderful and prominent wooden knot carvings, bones inlaid on the wand, and inscribed with ancient characters, which can be recognized at a glance even from a distance-Albus. Dumbledore's wand, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley had seen it with his own eyes many times up close, and he was thinking about it just now.

Maybe someone can imitate Professor Dumbledore's appearance through illusion and compound decoction, but no one has the ability to take his wand from the hands of the most powerful wizard in the world today, even if Voldemort is resurrected. Can't do it.

Looking at Mr. Weasley thoughtfully, the finger of "Dumbledore" lightly stroked on the protruding wooden knot carving on the wand. A fine light flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly with concern. .

"What's wrong, boy? Is there anything strange in me?"

"It's okay, it's not your problem, Professor Dumbledore. I guess it may be because I travel back and forth between Ukraine and the UK these days, so I'm a bit tired. I'll take a break early tonight ..."

Arthur Weasley shook his head and added silently—it seemed that he would still talk too much with Mr. Lovegood so much that now his own mind would have some absurd voices from time to time.

After a short pause, Mr. Weasley took the pale pink lady purse that suddenly appeared in his vault from his arms and handed it to Dumbledore. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked curiously.

"It's just that I don't understand what this is. I mean ... I don't remember ..."

"Huh? Haven't you opened it all along the way?"

The old wizard took the pale pink lady's purse and glanced at Arthur Weasley, who was shaking his head. He slightly raised his eyebrows, and a satisfied look flashed in his eyes. He said gently.

"In fact, it doesn't matter if you open it. This is a noble and far-reaching humanitarian rescue operation. Your behavior saved a lot of lives-come out, it's safe."

"Huh, come out, come out?"

Arthur Weasley repeated it with some confusion, then his eyes were rounded and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Mr. Locke, Lockhart ?! And Mr. Meyer ?! Why are you here ... and there are ..."

With the voice of the old wizard, the seemingly ordinary light pink purse quickly expanded, and several figures squeezed out of it and appeared on this open space-the advanced application of the magic extension spell, if Arthur · If Weasley remembered correctly, this should be the special item that Albus Dumbledore applied to the International Wizarding Association for renovation some time ago.

What puzzled Mr. Weasley was that in addition to the wizards who had been working with his Muggle shipyard in Ukraine, there were more than a dozen Gulinge elves behind the wizards. He looks different from the clerks he usually sees in the bank.

This is ...

"Sure enough ... Since a few months ago, you have been watching behind the scenes, just like watching a clown ..."

Douglas turned his head and glanced at the gray-haired wizard standing in the darkness. His pupils shrank slightly, whispering subconsciously, and he quickly sighed to clear his mood and his eyes brightened again.

"Thank you for the nonsense of life-saving grace, I do n’t think you ’ll be interested in listening ... Anyway, let ’s get to the point! The purpose of the potatoes planted in the vast space of this wallet, and your next plan, now Can you tell us one by one? After all ... "

The spirit of the former director of the venture capital department of Gu Lingge gradually returned to the goblin. Douglas looked around the newly-built wizard town and grinned.

"Time is money, my friend. Excuse me-where is that lady?"

"Well, without surprise, she has now reached the back room through the fireplace, just follow me."

The old wizard took out a pocket watch from his arms, answered it gently, and then turned his head to look at Gidero Lockhart and Kurt Maier who were standing aside, and nodded slightly.

"Then Mr. Weasley, please ask you to explain."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley is familiar with us."

Gidero Lockhart showed a hearty smile, glancing past Arthur Weasley standing in the middle of the field, and accidentally fell on the book sandwiched in the wizard's hand, with a smile on his face Can't help but splendid again.

"Oh, Arthur, I did n’t expect you to buy my book specifically. It ’s too kind-if necessary, I can sign a name for you and write a message you want on the book title. . "

"Cough, shall we talk about business first?"

Kurt Meyer glanced at Dumbledore's (Grindelwald) look not far away, raised his arm and re-tapped the shoulder of Lohart who was a little excited because he had just experienced a small battle ~ www .ltnovel.com ~ He coughed and looked at Mr. Weasley who didn't know how to answer for a while, and said with a smile.

"After all ... our poor Arthur has limited time to vent in the evening, and if you have a meaningless chat for too long, you might have to go home to sleep on the floor tonight? Of course, I remember that after the last overtime, I was said to sleep in the garage ? "

Not far away, the night was gradually falling, and the smoke was wafting, exuding an enticing sweetness.

Among Hogwarts, Elena separated from her wings as usual in front of the office of the professor of black magic defense-due to accidentally breaking the Quidditch stadium with a walking ball in the previous game Goal post, she needs to come here every weekend to confine, copy sentences and learn how to control her magical abilities.

After saying goodbye to Hermione and others, she opened the door and entered the office of Professor Black Devon.

Elena went straight through the "holographic projection" of Prof. Apocalis, which was condensed by magic, at the door, and walked to the burning fireplace in the room, skillfully grabbed a flyway powder and sprinkled it into the fire. Clear his throat and read clearly.

"The Lovegood family."