Chapter 1287

"What do you know?" Xenonferius said, looking at Hermione carefully.

"That's just my opinion, Mr. Lovegood."

"You all think so? Only what you have seen is real?"

"Of course," Fan Lin nodded, "Instead of being afraid of fantasy, we should all live a more realistic life, otherwise we would not come to you, but would directly take Harry to find Fu..."

"Don't say his name," Xenonferrius trembled unconsciously, "You don't know that it is enchanted. If someone calls him, he will sense it."

"This is indeed my fault." Fan Lin nodded.

"Okay, Mr. Lovegood..." Harry opened his mouth and locked eyes with Xenon Ferrius... "About the Resurrection Stone, I want to know if he is real... because... …”

"Because of what?"

"This will bring you trouble." Fan Lin said impatiently, and Xenoferius swallowed the words abruptly.

"Okay!" Xenonferius said, nodding and not asking any more questions.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Lovegood, but the Resurrection Stone is indeed ridiculous! How could I possibly prove that it doesn't exist? Do you think I should collect all the stones in the world to...test? Mine Meaning, you can believe that anything exists if no one can find evidence that it didn't exist, right?" Hermione broke the silence.

"Yes, you can think of it this way," Xenon Ferrier paused and forced a smile from his face, "I'm glad that you have broadened your mind a little."

"And speaking of the Elder Wand," Harry began before Hermione could ask again, "do you believe it exists?"

"Oh, yes, for the Elder Wand, there will be countless evidences," said Xenonferrius. "The Elder Wand is the easiest holy object to finally get, because the Elder Wand has been passed down from generation to generation."

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Those who want to possess the Elder Wand must defeat its previous owner. Only in this way can they truly obtain it," said Xenonferrius. "Of course, you must have heard how Eggbott slaughtered Egbert. Marik later obtained the Elder Wand, and as for Gedrot, he died in his own cellar after his son... Helward took away his Elder Wand. And when the bad Roxis. , who did he kill when he took the wand from Barobas Divoriel? After it appeared, the bloody memory of the Elder Wand ran through the entire history of wizards."

"So...where do you think the Elder Wand is now?" Harry asked uncertainly. He seemed to understand what Voldemort was planning. Both of them needed a new wand, right?

"Well, who knows?" Xenonferius said, staring out the window. "Who knows where it is hidden? Ikus and Reeves followed it, but who actually defeated Roxy later? Then took away the Elder Wand? And who knows who defeated them again? History, alas, does not give us the answer."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, and finally, Hermione couldn't help but ask, "So...Mr. Lovegood, is there any relationship between the Peverell family and the Deathly Hallows?"

Xenoferius withdrew his gaze, and a bright light flashed in Harry's mind, but he didn't know what it was, Peverell, he had heard this name before.

"You have confused me, my young lady!" Xenoferius straightened his back and sat up straight in his chair, staring at Hermione. "I think you must not understand the search for the Deathly Hallows! Among us Most seekers firmly believe that the Peverell family and the Deathly Hallows are very...very close!"

"Who is Peverell?" Harry said softly. He seemed to have heard it or seen it before, but his mind was too confused.

"That's the name on a marked tombstone in Godric's Hollow," Hermione said, looking at Xenonferius hesitantly, "Igynoth Peverell."

"Correct!" Xenoferrius raised his index finger gracefully. "The sign of the Deathly Hallows on Ignoth's tomb is conclusive evidence!"

"so what?"

"So? The three brothers in the story are the three brothers of the Peverell family, Antonche, Cadmus and Ignos! They are the earliest owners of the Deathly Hallows!"

"Didn't you say anything to them?" Xenoferius looked at Fan Lin. He couldn't see any curious expression on Fan Lin's face.

"There is no one more suitable than you, right... After all, I am not a pursuer of the Deathly Hallows..." Fan Lin said.

"You look a lot like Dumbledore..."

"Thank you, but I don't guarantee that I will accept it." Fan Lin stood up and went to the window again. Immediately afterwards, Xenoferrius also stood up. He quickly glanced out the window and picked up the Plate walked towards the spiral staircase.

"Are you staying for supper?" he called, his voice trailing off as he descended the stairs. "Everyone wants our secret recipe for fresh water Primrose."

"Those people must want to go to the Poison Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies." Harry said quietly, "That drink before was really deadly!"

"That's why the two of us didn't touch that thing." Fan Lin shook his head, looked out the window again, and then returned to sit down next to Hermione.

"Now, it's clear, isn't it." Fan Lin breathed a sigh of relief, "The Deathly Hallows."

"I would rather believe that this is not true." Harry listened carefully and then whispered when Xenonferius stopped moving, "Tell me, will he..."

"If it is really the Resurrection Stone, I will feel better, Harry!" Fan Lin shook his head and rejected Harry's statement.

"Why? That's death..."

"A stone, a rag and a dead branch..." Fan Lin shook his hand in boredom, "If you can really control death by relying on such three simple things, then why do you need the God of Death? "

"But we have to face it, right? If that is the Resurrection Stone..."

"Then the mysterious man won't be so difficult." Fan Lin sighed deeply. At this time, Fan Lin smelled a particularly unpleasant smell coming from the kitchen... It's hard to imagine that Lu How did Na get here?

"Well, we can ignore it for now. Simply speaking, this story is just a moral fable. It's obvious. Which one is the best? Which one will you choose?"

Hermione and Harry spoke almost simultaneously.

"Wand!" Harry...

"Cloak!" Hermione...

Unconsciously, the three people's eyes collided.

"I knew you'd say cloak," Fanlin told Hermione with a smile.

"But, we already have an invisibility cloak," Harry said, "I don't think we need it... I thought you wanted a wand..."

"It's really helped us a lot, unless you haven't noticed!" Hermione continued, "The wand will cause us trouble... In fact, I think you might say stone, but..."

"As you said, I already have a cloak, and the problem we are facing now... I really need a wand, don't I."

"But, that will bring you a lot of trouble, Harry!" Fan Lin said, "Maybe you haven't noticed that people with wands almost always end up killing..."

(Including Dumbledore...)

Fan Lin secretly added in his heart, and Fan Lin unconsciously thought of Dumbledore again.

"But, I'm not like the people in fairy tales. I just have this need now. In fact, I thought about stones at first, but I found that there didn't seem to be any... That's not what we need now..."

"But... Harry, you know, the only fact he told us is that there have been many stories about a wand with unlimited power for hundreds of years, and that is really... bad..." Hermione said awkwardly He seemed to be trying to persuade Harry.

"Are there really so many wand-related stories?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked rather annoyed. This expression was so familiar that it looked so cute. Fanlin and Harry couldn't help but grin at each other. They hadn't relaxed for a long time.

"The Staff of Death, the Staff of Destiny, they've been appearing under different names over the centuries, usually possessed by vaunted dark wizards, Professor Binns mentioned them, but... it's all nonsense. The power of a wand is the same as the magic of the wizard who uses it. It's just that some wizards like to boast that their wands are better and stronger than others."

"But how do you know," Harry asked, "that those wands... the Wand of Death, and the Wand of Destiny... are not the same wands that have appeared under various names over the centuries?"

"Maybe, but they are all dead, right?" Fan Lin said, "In fact, stones are also very bad, aren't they."

"But... that is bringing back the dead..." Harry said, "If there is no wand, I think stone is my first choice. We can bring back Mad-Eye, Dumbledore, my parents... "

"But according to the bard Bede, they don't want to come back, do they?" Hermione said carefully. Regarding the dead, this is always a sad topic.

"We never asked..."

"However, they may prefer to leave quietly." Fan Lin said, "As the story says, the Resurrection Stone does not really bring the dead back to life at all. It is just a wish placed on the person who made the wish, and then shaped by magic. What comes out is just a false soulless empty shell. The soul that really opens the door and leaves has no way to return to the present world. "

"But Nagini is not resurrected..."

"So, this is the troublesome part." Fan Lin said, "In fact, he should have brought back Nagini from the past time, and then imprisoned him in a newly shaped body. Although I don't know how this is done, but I promise, it won't be a good thing..."

For a while, the room became quiet again. The strange smell in the kitchen was getting stronger and stronger, a bit like the smell of burning clothes. Harry doubted it was possible for them to eat more of Xenonferius's cooking without hurting his feelings.

"Okay... what about the Invisibility Cloak?" Harry asked slowly, trying not to let the three of them fall into the endless loop about Voldemort again.

"Hey... did you guys realize, he's right? We're so used to Harry's invisibility cloak and the benefits it brings, but we never stop to think about it! We've never heard of anyone else having it This invisibility cloak like Harry's is reliable. We've never been seen while hiding under it..."

"So, it's very simple. The one in Harry's hand is real." Vanlin said, "Like we said before, it's the Deathly Hallows, isn't it?"

"But, I don't understand." Harry said, "There are others..."

"That's different, isn't it, unless you think it's made of the fur of an invisible beast." Vanlin shrugged his shoulders, "Although it's not cheap, I can guarantee that its effect makes me feel like I cast a Disillusionment Charm, and it's not transparent."

"Okay, okay..." Harry nodded helplessly. He wanted to take a breath so he stood up.

Ignoring Vanlin and Hermione's discussion, Harry walked around the room and listened absent-mindedly.

When he walked to the side of the spiral staircase, Harry inadvertently looked up at another floor and was immediately deeply attracted. Through the ceiling of the room above, he saw his face looking back at him. Slightly confused, he realized that this was not a mirror, but a painting.

Driven by curiosity, Harry began to walk up the stairs.

"Harry, what are you doing? I don't think you can walk around when he's not here!"

But Harry had already gone upstairs. Luna had decorated the ceiling of her bedroom with six beautiful portraits: Harry, Ron, Vanlin, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

They didn't move like the ones at Hogwarts, but they were certainly under the same spell. Harry thought they breathed.

A fine gold chain ran around them, connecting them, but on closer inspection, Harry saw that it was actually the words written thousands of times in gold ink: Friends... Friends... Friends...

A warm feeling of friendship washed over Harry. He looked around the room. Next to the bed was a large picture of little Luna and a woman who looked very much like her. They were hugging each other. Luna looked much neater in this picture than Harry had ever seen her before.

The picture was covered in dust. This made Harry start to feel a little strange. He stared around.

Something was wrong. The dull blue carpet was covered in thick dust.

The closet door was slightly ajar, and there was no clothing inside.

The bed looked cold, as if no one had slept in it for weeks. A lone spider web covered the nearest window, stretching across the blood-red sky.