Hogwarts Melon Eater

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“Albus, have you seen “The Tales of Beedle the Bard”?”

“Have you seen it before, why? Gellert, you have been panicking and want to see some profound magic from children’s literature?” The auburn-haired, young Albus Dumbledore laughed.

“That might be… I found this at Aunt Bathilda’s house,” the blond boy named Gellert shook the old book in his hand, “the fairy tale book cursed by the poet Pedou’s wife, There is a very strong dark magic on it, my aunt locked it in the box-I accidentally took it out…”

“Then you are really careless,” Dumbledore leaned over. “What is the curse of this book? It can turn a bad child who listens to a fairy tale into a sniff—to be honest, that’s not bad.”

“Then I am definitely the best sniffer,” Gellert laughed, “but unfortunately, it has no such effect. It can only turn the content written by the wizard into fairy tales…” [19459002 ]

“Sounds great,” Dumbledore was not very interested, he was already past the age of reading fairy tales.

“Then,” Gellert paused a little, “it will turn fairy tales into the most real illusion, so that those who enter the illusion will never get out.”

“What did you write?”

“War, plague, sad muggle, I want to see how it writes these stories into fairy tales…”

“Oh,” Gellert added, “there are some less important things-I write it in my diary now.”

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“Headmaster Dumbledore!” Anna pulled Dumbledore’s robe to interrupt the old man’s contemplation, “You have been silent for at least 5 points…”

“I’m really sorry,” Dumbledore apologized, stroking the cover of the “Peter Poetry Tales”, the book could not be opened, and the pattern on the bronze cover changed from Shion Pedou to a wolf Three animals, a dog, a deer, and a Princess who is imprisoned in a tower.

There is also a familiar symbol on the back of the book, “I just remembered something about this book…”

Anna and Professor Dumbledore came to Godric’s Hollow, where Dumbledore lived many years ago. He hasn’t come back for some time. When was the last time he came? Is it to visit Ms. Bathilda Bagshot to discuss a little problem in “A History of Magic”? Or at the funeral of Mr. and Mrs. Potter since 1981?

Aberforth came back here year after year, decorating the cold stone slabs with flowers, as if this would make her open her beautiful eyes and look back at this not beautiful world.

Dumbledore doesn’t like Godric’s Hollow, his former home, his favorite place, but now he only feels that the air is filled with heavy, breathless dampness, this dirty stone pavement, old The old streets and the hell towns of wood and stone buildings that can be collapsed at any time should be hidden in the fog of history.

“Thank you,” Anna took the hot chocolate handed over by a hardworking worker. She and Dumbledore were sitting in a small clean dinning hall with Pack, and’magic power Max’ was the name of the store.

“It’s really nice here,” Anna likes Godric’s Hollow, the houses full of history, the clean streets, and the enthusiastic residents. The golden street lights exude a warm light, and the air is filled with the smell of cake.

Dumbledore can’t deny it, shrugged, I don’t know where Anna got such a wrong judgment.

They just used the Repello Muggletum curse to get the fairy tale book out of the muggle policeman. Dumbledore snapped his fingers. All muggles had forgotten that a boy had disappeared. The psychic war program crew also continued to shoot.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, do you have a clue now?” Anna took a sip of the hot chocolate and was so hot that she stuck her tongue out, “Cough, how did we get Harry out of the book?”

Dumbledore actually has a clue. Just find someone locked in Nurmengard and ask him how to release the’people who accidentally locked in his diary’, and the matter can be resolved. The key is-four Dumbledore didn’t want to see anyone he hadn’t seen in 14 years.

“I don’t have a clue for now,” Dumbledore’s eyes were erratic, and Anna was frowned. If he knew Legilimens, a glance floated over and definitely hit Dumbledore’s idea of ​​deep in one’s heart, leaving him nowhere to hide in front of him——

Of course just thinking about that’s all, Anna would not do such a dangerous thing.

“Ah,” Dumbledore put down the book and picked up his own hot chocolate, “I still have some clues, this book is from Ms. Bathilda Bagshot…”

“Ms. Bathilda Bagshot? The author of the “A History of Magic” textbook?” Anna’s eyes lit up, “She recently wrote compliments for “How to Hide Your Private Money” , Calling it one of the most practical books of this century!”

“Ms. Bagshot has wisdom,” Anna concluded, “maybe there is some way she can help us.”

It is better to visit a wise old man than to Nurmengard. Dumbledore agreed to Anna’s suggestion, “Then we will visit her, she will live…” Dumbledore paused for a second, “Living nearby…” [ 19459002]

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It was a double-storey house hidden in a flat building. The garden was very beautiful. Through the hedges, you could see the weirdly manicured plants-the kind that would arouse the muggle children’s happy exclamation.

A self-made swing was placed in the courtyard, as if it was inviting someone to come and play, inexplicably adding a sense of loneliness to this vibrant courtyard.

Pukwudgie didn’t want to live here. Anna saw a few dirty Pukwudgie sculptures in the yard with signs hanging on them, “Welcome Pukwudgie here.”

Dumbledore also discovered these sculptures. “It seems we are Pukwudgie today,” he pushed open the iron door.

The iron gate to the child’s knee was concealed. Anna didn’t know what defensive effect it could play. A slightly taller child could break through with a light flip.

Anna shook the swing in the yard. She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe she was affected too deeply by the red-haired twin.

“Ding Ding——” A crisp bell rang from the room, as if Anna accidentally touched some mechanism.

Dumbledore knocked on the door, and suddenly felt that his hand was empty. The wooden door that didn’t look sturdy was opened almost instantly.

A short old man stood at the door with sparse white hair. She was wearing a brown waistcoat, black fat breeches, and a clean old robe. She carried a silly-looking pumpkin candy box in her hand, “Welcome— —”

The old man smiled warmly, the smell of the cake wafting from the open door, chocolate, cream, she could see that Chu Sect’s guests were familiar to her, “Oh! Albus!” She patted Dumbledore’s arm , “It’s been too long!”

“Would you like a candy?” She raised the pumpkin candy box in her hand, as if suddenly remembering something, “I almost forgot, you like the cauldron cake I made the most-good news, it’s in the oven Staying!”

“Ms. Bathilda, it’s not Halloween,” Dumbledore took out two candies from the pumpkin, turned sideways, and handed one to Anna behind him.

“I know, I’m just preparing! Not long after Halloween, I’m afraid that a child will think of my charming hospitality-killing a sudden thrust!” Bathilda mutter incantations, “After all, their parents are not I will prepare chocolate cakes with a large basin for them!”

Bathilda is a cute and funny old lady, Anna chi chi laughed and took the candy that Dumbledore handed over, “Thank you…”

“A little girl!” Bathilda was very happy. She delivered the huge pumpkin candy box to Anna’s hand, squatted down kindly, and tried her best to look at Anna.

In fact, she is about the same height as Anna without squatting down, “I haven’t seen you, child,” she completely put Dumbledore aside.

“My name is Anna Lawrence, madam, I am currently solving a difficult problem with Headmaster Dumbledore,” Anna’s polite introduction made Bathilda laugh.

“I hope I can help you and solve any difficult problems…”

Dumbledore took out the “Peter Poetry Story Collection” and successfully made the lovely Ms. Bathilda smile on her face.

Huh?

Isn’t this thing locked in the attic of your home? Bathilda stood up and took the storybook with a bewildered look.

“Uh… this seems to be my thing… um,” Bathilda looked at the book over and over, wrinkled hands across the cover, and put the book in front of his nose and took a fiercely inhalation. She looked confused, “It’s really my thing… Merlin’s beard… but I always thought it was locked in the attic…”

“If nothing unexpected happens, it really should be in your attic,” Dumbledore considered the words.

Bathilda had a bad premonition, and the little old lady scratched her head, “It didn’t do any bad things, right? It didn’t have any bad effects…” There is a high probability that bad things happen, after all, Dumbledore personally I’m here…

“It’s nothing, just someone wrote a diary in it,” Dumbledore looked at his toes.

Bathilda relaxed, “That is, it hasn’t had any bad effects…”

Dumbledore interrupted Bathilda with a cough, and suddenly mentioned a topic that seemed to jump around Bathilda, “Do you remember…the Potter family living nearby?”

“Of course I remember! Who will forget, even if everyone forgets I will still remember-Lily was full of praise for my cauldron tart, and invited me to Harry Potter’s birthday tea party!” [19459002 ]

Bathilda was very excited, “I will never forget that cute meatball!”

“That cute meatball is trapped in this book.”

“What?” Bathilda did not hear clearly, maybe she did, but she couldn’t believe it.

“Harry Potter is trapped in the book.”