Ch 606-610

After taking the photo, Colin took Ivan and Harry to a classroom upstairs.

"That's it! Go in quickly!" Colin said.

Ivan nodded, opened the door and walked in. Inside was a classroom, which seemed quite spacious. The desks, chairs and podium were all pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

Fleur and Krum arrived early, and they were talking to Ludo Bagman. Rita Skeeter, who hadn't seen them for many days, was also sitting here, dressed as before.

Perhaps after hearing the sound of pushing the door, several people turned their heads, and Bagman even stepped forward and pulled Ivan and Harry in.

"You are finally here! Come in quickly, relax, don't start the game so soon, this time I am looking for you to check whether the wand can be used normally, and avoid unnecessary accidents at that time..." Bagman shot He patted the two on the shoulders, said kindly, then pointed at Rita Skeeter next to him, and spoke again.

"Also, I almost forgot to introduce it to you. This is Rita Skeeter. She is the column editor of the "Daily Prophet" and is writing a short article about the competition..."

"This is not a small article, Mr. Bagman, I believe this will be the headlines of tomorrow!" Rita Skeeter quickly got up from her seat and walked to Ivan's body. , With an unnatural smile on his face.

"We met Mr. Hals again!" Rita Skeeter's tone sounded strange, as if she was holding back her anger.

"You know?" Bagman looked at Rita Skeeter and Ivan curiously.

"Because of receiving the Merlin Medal a few years ago, Ms. Skeeter once did a special report for me." Ivan explained with ease.

Rita Skeeter's face became a little ugly, and Ivan's words reminded her of the scene when Ivan was holding a handle and threatened.

But soon, Rita Skeeter adjusted the expression on her face so as not to be noticed by others. She cleared her throat, looked at Ludo Bagman, and asked.

"Mr. Bagman, I want to interview Hals alone. I don't know where is there to be quiet and not to be disturbed?"

"You can go to the cubicle, it's quieter." Ludo Bagman pointed to the right.

"Then let's go quickly, Mr. Hals!" With a false smile on Rita Skeeter's face, she pulled Ivan's arm with her hand, and took him to go there.

Ivan frowned in dissatisfaction. He felt that such a pull was really offensive.

After Rita Skeeter pulled Ivan into the cubicle, she locked the door, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a strong look of anger.

"Should you give me an explanation, Hals!" Rita Skeeter lowered her voice and gritted her teeth.

"Explain? Explain what?" Ivan looked puzzled.

"Of course it is that. Do you need me to recall it for you? About the Ministry of Magic!" Rita Skeeter's mouth twitched, and the whole person was extremely angry.

Last time she was fooled and wrote a lot of news that discredited Fudge. As a result, it was expected that Dumbledore would stand up to boycott Fudge, announcing that the election for Minister of Magic did not happen at all, and she was almost expelled by the "Daily Prophet"!

"You should go to Dumbledore, why are you looking for me? I'm just responsible for delivering instructions! Think about it, as a student, what can I do when facing the principal's orders?" Ivan is very innocent. He spreads out his hands, he doesn't carry the pot.

Who made Dumbledore throw a lot of mess to himself in the first place, and that the matter can be resolved satisfactorily in the end, the old professor should solve this small sequelae by himself.

"I'll go find him!" Rita Skeeter's words were very blunt, and then she asked with a dark face why Ivan told Dumbledore that she was Animagus.

"How do you think I knew your identity? Lady Beetle!" Ivan looked at Rita Skeeter playfully.

"It wasn't you who told him, but Dumbledore told you?" Rita Skeeter was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly reacted, her face full of disbelief.

But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was indeed possible, and even solved some of her doubts.

Before that interview with the Merlin Medal, she and Yifan didn't know each other at all, and there was no conflict before, and the other party had no reason to investigate themselves.

Dumbledore is different. She wrote several reports about the other party in the early years, and dug up some fierce materials. It is possible for the other party to hate herself. The most important thing is that the other party has the ability to investigate herself...

But the doubts are not without them, such as why Dumbledore told a little demon about his identity as Animagus.

Rita Skeeter has always suspected that Ivan was fooling herself from start to finish, but she didn't know where she heard some gossip, and there was no evidence in her hand to prove that she was Animagus, so she kept beating on the side. Inquired.

However, Ivan's answer was not leaking, which made Rita Skeeter very aggrieved.

Ivan said this deliberately, pushing the discovery of Rita Skeeter's identity to Dumbledore, of course, to help the old professor relieve some of the pressure.

With Dumbledore's shrewdness, Ivan was not worried about wearing a gang.

If this old professor still can't handle the gossip editor, then he shouldn't be the principal...

"Okay, don't you want to give me an interview? Should we say something serious?" Ivan was a little annoyed by Rita Skeeter's question directly interrupted the other person's inquiry Words.

Although Rita Skeeter was still a little uncomfortable, she still moved a chair, picked up a pen and prepared to ask questions.

"Wait... the format of this interview has to be changed!" Ivan suddenly thought of something and interrupted Rita Skeeter's actions.

"What?" Rita Skeeter looked at him suspiciously.

"It's up to me to write it!" Ivan was very worried about the gossip editor, considering that Rita Skeeter added all sorts of enthusiasm during the last interview, and said emphatically. "You are not allowed to change a word this time, do you understand?"

Rita Skeeter was so angry that she almost squeezed the quill in her hand. What was an interview?

This is a blasphemy against her identity as a reporter, writer and editor!

"Halse, I must remind you that it is not so easy to write a qualified manuscript..." Rita Skeeter suppressed his anger, and said comfortingly.

"That's not necessarily!" Ivan raised his eyebrows, boasting that he was always good at it.

Ivan ignored Rita Skeeter's angry gaze, cleared his throat, and said to himself.

"Just write it like this... Hogwarts warrior Ivan Hals is a good character, enthusiastic and kind-hearted person. He was kindly called the hero of Gryffindor by his classmates and friends in school. The Star of Hogwarts!

He has been praised for countless deeds, such as defeating trolls when he first entered school, using his extraordinary wisdom to see through the disguise of several Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, and developing the wolf poison potion, etc., but he himself is very humble. Said that these past deeds have long been forgotten in the back of his head, it is really not worth mentioning!

According to a student who cannot be named, every professor in the school praised him, and his enthusiasm for learning may be an important reason for his remarkable achievements..."

Ivan talked eloquently and described his excellent qualities and low-key personality as objectively as possible.

If it weren't for the fact that this interview could increase his reputation, it might constitute a legendary incident, he wouldn't be too lazy to say so much.

Rita Skeeter, who was listening next to her, was completely blindfolded. She looked at Ivan with a weird look. She had never seen someone like this...shameless!

No, think about it carefully, Rita Skeeter still found a similar scene in his memory—when he interviewed Lockhart, the other party was also talking about it like this.

"Although the Hogwarts warrior is unwilling to disclose more information, the few words he has learned are enough to see his excellent character, but he is relatively low-key! Well... that's almost it!" Ivan Smashed his mouth, thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing left, then turned his head to look at Rita Skeeter.

When he noticed that the other party was stunned and there was no word written on the parchment, Ivan frowned and said dissatisfied. "Have you not written it down yet?"

Rita Skeeter reluctantly reluctantly wrote on the parchment.

Ivan kept staring at her until Rita Skye finished writing.

I have to say that this gossip black-hearted reporter still has two tricks, and accurately recorded every sentence he said before, without the slightest error or omission.

After writing the last word extremely awkwardly, Rita Skittlesso put away the pages and planned to leave. She didn't want to stay here for a moment!

"Wait, Ms. Skeeter!" Ivan stopped her.

"What else do you have?" Rita Skeeter said angrily. She felt that she shouldn't have come to Hogwarts to interview any warriors.

"I hope you will be fair and objective when you interview Harry, do you understand?" Ivan reminded him.

He remembered that in the original time and space, Rita Skeeter made up a mess when interviewing Harry, and arranged the relationship between Hermione and Krum to win attention, which made Ivan very uncomfortable. , He warned Rita Skeeter not to mention her friends casually in the article.

"Otherwise, I think your readers would rather listen to your story!" Ivan threatened.

...

After a "friendly" conversation, Ivan and Rita Skeeter walked out of the cubicle.

"It looks like you guys have a good conversation?" Bagman, who was waiting in the classroom, leaned forward and said with a very weak eyesight.

He knows very well the virtue of Rita Skeeter, a woman who digs hard like a mad dog, everyone in the magic world can't avoid it. Now he sees Rita Skeeter as if he has suffered a big loss and is suppressing his anger. , Suddenly a little curious.

Rita Skeeter smiled reluctantly, but Ivan on the side took the initiative to express that he and Ms. Skeeter had a very happy conversation.

Bagman didn't believe a word, but he knew that he might not be able to ask anything, so he could only start talking about business. "Halse, since the interview is over, let's go over there! Mr. Ollivander is testing the wands of the warriors, you are the only one!"

Ivan nodded and turned to look at the podium, where several tables had already been set up. Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Maxim, and Crouch were all sitting on the chairs behind it.

In addition to them, there was an unimpressed old wizard standing in the room. The other party was holding Harry's wand and saying something, and then waved it again. The top of the wand suddenly spewed with burgundy liquid, filling the front. Of several cups.

"It's in good condition, Mr. Potter!" After experimenting, the old wizard returned the wand to Harry.

Harry put his wand away, then looked at Ivan, and said hello. "Ivan, it's you!"

Ivan stepped forward and passed the wand up as Harry did.

The old wizard took the wand, but his light-colored eyes had been staring at Ivan, and his eyes showed admiration and nostalgia.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, Mr. Hals! I remember the last time I saw you, you were so young..." The old wizard gestured with his hands, and then said with emotion. "But then I knew that your future must be extraordinary. I gave you this magic wand by myself!"

"You have a good reputation, Mr. Ollivander!" Ivan said modestly, and he had recognized the identity of the old wizard in front of him.

But Ollivander's words, Ivan did not take it seriously.

He rummaged through his memories and found that when "Ivan Hals" went to the magic wand shop to buy a wand, the wand master was obviously very perfunctory, treating him no differently from other little wizards.

And apart from a few exceptions, the magic wands in the hands of the British wizards were basically from Ollivander's hands, and of course they were all handed over by him personally!

Ollivander is very satisfied with Ivan The happiest moment in his life is to witness a talented wizard using his wand to shine in the magical world. .

This not only played a good role in publicity, but also gave Ollivander a feeling of personal participation.

While thinking in his mind, Ollivander did not forget what was going on, and quickly raised the wand in his hand to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Yew, unicorn hair, eleven inches and three-quarters long..."

Ollivander routinely analyzed the composition of the magic wand and determined that this was the one he gave to Ivan, but at the same time he also noticed the magic texts that were burned on the magic wand.

"Well, did you make some post-improvements to it?" Ollivander raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander!" Ivan said cautiously. He knew whether he would make the transformation on his wand privately would cause the other party's unhappiness.

In fact, Ivan didn't want to hand over his wand, but it was necessary for every warrior to check the wand, and he didn't bring the spare wand.

Ollivander took the wand and looked at it carefully for a long time, a gleam of light flashed on his light-colored eyes.

"It seems that there are two magic text circuits on this, one is to reduce the movement when casting spells, the other is to strengthen the power of magic?" Ollivander looked at it for a while, and then roughly analyzed the role of these magic texts. Turned his head to look at Ivan and confirmed.

"Is this your mother's handwriting?"

"No, I personally modified it!" Ivan shook his head.

"Very good...remarkable! When I was as old as you, I couldn't transform a magic wand by myself." Ollivander said appreciatively.

He doesn't reject Ivan's behavior in improving the wand. He generally only sells standard wands here. It is normal for a capable wizard to improve his wand later.

As long as the other party can take good care of it and treat his wand well...

"By the way, Mr. Ollivander, you mentioned my mother just now, do you know her?" Ivan asked curiously.

"There are only a few capable alchemists in England. Diagon Alley and Knockdown Alley are not far away. I have met her several times..." Ollivander said with a smile, and then Experimented with a few small magic tricks with Ivan's wand, and returned it after confirming that there was no problem.

Ivan didn't ask much, and reached out his hand to take the wand.

Karkaroff stood up hurriedly and asked.

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander, you just said that Mr. Hals' wand has been modified to increase the power of magic? I think this is extremely unfair to other warriors. We should prohibit him from using it in the game. This magic wand!"

"I remember that the Three Finals Cup did not stipulate that the Warriors cannot use the improved wand? Principal Karkaroff?" Ivan frowned and said in dissatisfaction.

"But the regulations mention that it is forbidden to use super-standard magic items. In my opinion, your magic wand should belong to this category!" Karkaroff defended.

A few days ago, Ivan easily defeated the graduate Cedric. Karkaroff has already heard from Krum.

He knew Ivan's strength was extraordinary, and if Ivan were to hold this magic wand again, then Hogwarts' advantage would be too great.

Maxim also agreed with Karkaroff, but before she could agree, Dumbledore retorted.

"Every warrior should give full play to his strengths, Karkaroff! Hals is proficient in alchemy, and it is not impossible to use it in the game."

Dumbledore's voice was as loud as Hong Zhong, he looked at Karkaroff, and then at Krum. "Could it be that we should ban Krum from flying in the game because Krum is a Quidditch player? Or forcing him to use only the oldest comet broomstick?

As for Miss Furong, her temperament is not available to other warriors. I may need to suggest that her face be covered during the game, so as not to affect the judgment of the referee and the performance of other players! "

Karkaroff was choked by Dumbledore's words.

As Durmstrang's warrior, Krum's biggest advantage is the super flying skills he has cultivated over the years. The specific events of the game have not been announced yet, and he is not sure if it will be useful at that time.

Once banned, it is definitely a very big loss.

Maxim's heart moved, covering his face had no effect on Furong's strength. It would be worthwhile to limit the advantages of Ivan and Krum.

"Several gentlemen and ladies, please let me say something." Ollivander stood up at this time, he looked at Ivan, and helped to speak justice.

"Hals' wand was remodeled a few years ago. I didn't think it was a special preparation for this game. In addition, a handy wand is particularly important for the Warriors' strength. If you change it temporarily, It's too unfair for Hals!"

"Or, do you prefer to give every warrior a wand that doesn't fit your hand?" Ollivander asked.

Karkaroff and Maxim had no excuses for rebuttal, and they had no choice but to accept the fact that Ivan could use a powerful wand in the game.

Otherwise, Dumbledore will definitely put many restrictions on the other Warriors. If this causes the Warriors to have any accidents in the game, it will be more than the loss.

Ivan looked at a few people, very depressed. He wondered why Karkaroff and Maxim always wanted to limit themselves?

According to the normal process, shouldn't he be underestimated because he is too young, all kinds of cynicism, and then be beaten one by one by himself?

"Well, now that the warriors' wands have been tested, what are we waiting for? Come and take pictures!" Standing not far away, Bagman saw that the atmosphere on the court was a little stiff, and hurriedly rounded the field.

Under Bagman's urging, Karkaroff and Maxim temporarily suppressed the unhappiness in their hearts, walked to Dumbledore's side, and took a few photos with the warriors in the front row.

After taking the photo, Rita Skeeter intercepted Harry, Krum, and Fleur who were about to leave. She hadn't found any material from Ivan, so she could only start from other warriors.

Ivan gave Harry a self-seeking look at the dragged Harry, which could help warn that Rita Skeeter was already at the limit of what he could do.

Leaving the classroom, Ivan walked alone in the aisle of the castle, thinking about the next action in his mind.

Soon, the first game of the Goblet of Fire will officially begin.

If nothing changes, this level should require the warriors to seize the dragon eggs that are tightly protected by the fire dragon.

For other warriors, this is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous task, and a little carelessness may be injured or even killed.

Ivan is not very worried. He has many ways to subdue the Fire Dragon. The key lies in how to play more excitingly, so that more people can spontaneously become their own clusters and complete the tasks of the system.

What really made Ivan feel the headache was that the practice of mind-consciousness had once again stalled. Without Hermione's help, he desperately needed to find a target for the next practice.

Even if he didn't catch the inner ghost, he could tell Dumbledore about the replacement of the trophy with the door key in the third game to destroy Voldemort's resurrection plan.

But doing so is likely to irritate the internal correspondent sent by Voldemort. When the other party is angry, he may attack the students in the school, and even affect his friends.

Therefore, we must find out this inner should before the third game!

"Who else can help me practice this magic?" Ivan muttered to himself.

He can't just find someone to practice, right?

Ivan wouldn't do it as a last resort, even if he could use the Forgetting Curse to finish off after the fact, what if he accidentally beats someone stupid?

Not to mention that Moody's is investigating the Goblet of Fire incident at the school recently. If he finds the student's anomaly and traces it to his head, it will be difficult to explain.

Ivan lowered his head and walked slowly in the castle, excluding options one by one in his mind, a gentle breeze was blowing along the corridor, and a melodious and ethereal voice suddenly came from the front.

"Are you having any trouble? Ivan?"

Thinking Ivan subconsciously raised his head and looked over.

A familiar figure stood by the window at the end of the corridor, slightly raised his hand, several blue birds were falling on her forearms, and the chirps one after another were like a symphony.

"Luna? Why are you here?" Ivan stepped forward and said in greeting.

"There is no class in the afternoon, so I just wandered around in the castle..." Luna said casually, shaking her wrist slightly, and the blue birds spread their wings and disappeared into the sky.

After doing this, Luna turned her head, looked at Ivan with bright eyes, and said happily. "Congratulations on becoming a warrior!"

"Thank you, I received your blessing that night!" Ivan laughed. He remembered that Luna was the first person to applaud and congratulate him when Dumbledore announced the candidate for the Warriors.

"Um... Then, are our warriors at Hogwarts willing to walk with me?" Luna saw that Ivan seemed to have something on his mind, so she proactively suggested.

Ivan readily agreed, and he thought Luna might be a good candidate.

The two of them wandered around the castle wantonly as a group, without a clear destination, and no one talked about the annoying things wherever they went, and each chatted about some interesting things that happened after school.

Ivan hasn't been so relaxed for a long time, and all kinds of troubles one after another on weekdays make him feel a little breathless.

But thinking of business affairs, he still took Luna to lean as far as possible to a remote place, lest the conversation be heard by others.

"Can you tell me now?" Luna looked around, seeing that no one else could be seen around, she asked curiously.

"It's hard to imagine anything that can stump you..." Luna added.

"Don't praise me like that, you don't know, there are too many troublesome facts that can stump me in the past few years." Ivan shrugged helplessly.

"But you can always solve them every time, can't you?" Luna said with a chuckle.

"It's true, although sometimes the results are not perfect..." Ivan has regained some confidence, but the recent chaos still gave him a bit of a headache. After thinking about it, he needed to practice Sensation. Let me talk about the lack of a helper.

"Patient mind? Is it the magic that can read memory?" Luna pondered for a while. Ivan once told her about this spell.

"Yes, so when you practice, you will see some of your past memories... I don't know if you mind?" Ivan asked cautiously.

He thought Hermione avoided him because of this, and Ivan was worried that Luna would refuse.

Unexpectedly, the little witch agreed directly and swiftly. It was almost surprising to him.

"We are friends, aren't we? If this can help you!" Luna said briskly, as if being read by the memory would not cause her any trouble.

"Also, when can we start?" she asked again.

"Now, right here!" Ivan looked around, and they had already reached the eighth floor of the castle, where no one would usually come.

Luna nodded and turned to face Ivan, waiting for him to release the magic.

"Legilimency~" Ivan kept looking at each other, took out his magic wand and lightly tapped it on Luna's forehead, and said.

The erratic spell connected the two people's thinking together, and scenes flashed in their minds.

Ivan was sure that this was the easiest time for him to cast spells. Luna hardly had the idea of ​​resisting him, and he was able to see the scene where Luna was hidden deepest in his heart.

It was an exceptionally desolate green area, and a lonely-looking house was erected not far from it. At first glance, it looked like a huge black cylinder, covered with branches and vines, and the billowing white mist steam was coming from the top of the cylinder. Constantly gushing out.

"This is my house...Novgood's mansion."

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from behind, shocking Ivan. He turned his head abruptly and found Luna standing behind him.

"Can you appear in your own memory?" Ivan asked suspiciously.

"Should I be here?" Luna said strangely, thinking that Ivan's magic was like this.

Ivan was confused. It was the first time he had encountered this situation since he learned how to seize the mind.

"Let's go in!" Luna didn't mean to delve into it. She took Ivan's hand, stepped up the steps, and walked towards the open door.

Ivan also temporarily put this question aside, and followed Luna into the mansion.

Unlike the quaint and dilapidated appearance of the outside world, the mansion is very spacious and tidy, not at all as cluttered as it appeared in the original time and space.

However, the overall decoration style is eccentric. Everything here is round, whether it is a table, chair, room or kitchen. There are also various cut newspapers on the wall. There are a few family portraits. The following are reports of some rare and magical creatures.

Ivan looked around, then led Luna to a studio.

"That's me." Luna pointed to the small figure sitting on the round chair, her expression a little nostalgic.

Ivan followed Luna's direction and looked over. It was an eight or nine-year-old blonde girl who was pestering a 30-year-old wizard at the moment, not as quiet as it is now.

"That is my father Xenofilius Lovegood." Luna pointed to the wizard again, explaining.

Ivan suddenly understood.

In his youth, Xenophylius looked handsome, and he was not sloppy at all. It was only visible from the manuscripts on the table and the words in the conversation with Luna. At this time, he already liked researching. Those weird things.

In addition to the father and daughter in the studio there is also a witch who concentrates on research. Luna pursed her mouth and did not introduce it, but Ivan guessed that it should be Luna's mother.

From the looks of it, she was a very beautiful witch in her early thirties, no wonder she gave birth to a spiritual girl like Luna.

"She is my mother..." Luna said quietly, confirming Ivan's guess.

At this moment, the witch suddenly called Luna when she was a child, stood up and was about to go out.

When passing by the two of them, Luna stretched out her hand as if she wanted to stop each other, but she passed directly through the witch.

The ending is already doomed, everything here only exists in her memory...

Ivan looked at Luna apologetically, and he understood that the dementia he released had caused the other party to experience the most painful memory again.

But before Ivan apologized, Luna shook her head, stopped his words, and then spoke.

"Let's go, let's go outside too!"

Luna took Ivan out of the door while slowly telling him about this experience.

Ivan, who was listening, learned some of Luna's childhood.

The Novgood family are all workaholics and research mads through and through.

Xenophylius' main business is an editor-in-chief of the magazine "The Singing Tune". In his leisure time, he likes to study some weird rumors, and he also studies insects in the magical world.

The little witch's mother is keen on the study and improvement of spells. In addition to doing housework and teaching Luna, she usually spends the rest of her time on it.

"During that time, the newspaper business was not very good. For this reason, my father had a headache. He worries about finding hot news materials every day... But his readers always don't buy it very much. If this continues, the family will I'm struggling to make ends meet."

"It just so happens that my mother is developing a new type of blasting spell. If she can succeed, it must be big news!"

Luna's ethereal voice passed along the breeze to his ears, and Ivan looked at the mother and daughter leaving the hut, and then at Xenofilius, who remained in the studio and wrote the manuscript.

"Then your father doesn't know about this?" Ivan asked curiously.

"She won't let me and Dad talk..." Luna shook her head. This spell is very dangerous. There were some small mistakes during the previous experiment. Her mother was almost injured. For this reason, her parents rarely quarreled. One.

Xenofilius did not agree with his wife doing such dangerous research.

However, Ivan was puzzled. Why did Luna's mother bring her own daughter when she was doing the experiment, so she didn't worry about the curse spreading out of control?

Is it possible to record some data as an assistant? But Luna's age is too young, right?

The doubts in Ivan's heart were quickly answered.

The witch took Luna when she was a child into the dense forest not too far from home, and after casting an iron armor curse on herself, she took out a package and handed it to her daughter, and told her to stand farther away. .

The sharp-eyed Ivan noticed some green potions in the package, and he knew at a glance that it was specifically used to treat burns with his potion awareness.

By this inference, the other party regards Luna as the last insurance.

Obviously, the witch also understands the dangers of the experiment and is always vigilant.

Generally speaking, the protection of the iron armor curse and the potion for special treatment are enough to cope with most emergencies, not to mention that Luna in her childhood is staring at the side. If there is an emergency, she can run back and notify Xie at any time. Nofilius comes over.

"Mother said, this is the last experiment, and her curse is about to be completed..." Luna stared at the scene in a daze, sighing sadly.

Ivan didn't know how to comfort him,

As Ivan expected, when the last word was read, the blasting spell released by the witch was completely out of control!

The magic that was supposed to be aimed at the enemy finally swallowed itself, and the burst of fire light brightened the dense forest, and the huge explosion sounded through the sky.

The defense of the iron armor curse failed to play its due role in front of this force. It was easily torn apart. The witch's body was like a flying catkins. It was thrown up, and it was completely dead when it fell to the ground. .

The corpse was muddy and fuzzy, and Ivan estimated that this was because Luna's mind was shocked, so she forced the picture of her mother's death in her memory to be blurred.

He could imagine the psychological shadow that would be left behind for a nine-year-old girl who witnessed the death of her mother in the explosion.

Thinking of this, Ivan turned her head and looked over. Young Luna's face was full of horror and sluggishness. She staggered to the witch's body and stood there, shouting something lowly in her mouth. , Stretched out his hands, but did not dare to touch.

Poor Ivan was a little worried.

A few seconds later, Xenofilius, who heard the explosion, appeared here, knelt down in front of the witch's body madly, crying out loud, shouting something loudly in his mouth.

Ivan couldn't hear clearly, but Luna couldn't remember when she was young.

"I'm sorry!" Ivan said with a sigh. If he chose to do it once, he would never ask Luna to practice the magic of dementia.

"It's not to blame you, I want to see her again..." Luna pursed her lips and shook her head, even if it was only in memory.

"Dad also told me that as long as I am willing to believe, I will have the opportunity to see my mother again in the future, not only in memory or in a dream... He will not lie to me! Never..." Luna's melodious voice Reverberating in this dense forest.

Ivan stopped talking. The resurrection of the dead is not impossible in the magic world, but it is very difficult to save a witch who died in the explosion five years ago, almost zero.

Xenophylius is undoubtedly deceiving Luna, giving her a vain hope as a spiritual support, hoping that time can smooth the wound.

Ivan could see that Luna probably really believed it, or that she could only believe so...

The story in the memory continues. After Luna's mother died, there was no laughter in Lovegood's mansion.

Xenofilius devoted himself to the study of those legends in order to forget the pain. He was not good at housekeeping and messed up the mansion every time, relying on magic for simple tidying every time.

Although he still cares about Luna, he is busy with research and work and can't spend much time with his daughter.

In the absence of playmates of the same age, the jungle has become Luna's childhood destination!

Just like the elf in a Muggle story, a young witch with long pale blonde hair wanders alone in the dense forest.

She knows every animal in the dense forest can clearly call out their scientific names, and even named a deer and a few squirrels. Her greatest joy is to find those who have never seen them in the dense forest. Of creatures.

Every time a new creature is found, it is like finding a treasure for the little witch.

"Oh, yes, dad said that there are horned snorers here, but they are probably too scared of me, they have never showed up." Luna said regretfully.

Ivan looked at Luna, even though the little witch's face was very peaceful, even with a little nostalgia, he still felt the deep loneliness from it.

"Will you feel lonely at that time?" Ivan couldn't help but asked, and then he felt that his question was too stupid and a bit boring.

"Sometimes, not now..." Luna nodded, shook her head again, and said with a chuckle.

Ivan looked at her in confusion, unable to understand Luna's meaning.

The little witch's expression looked a little dazed. She turned her head and stared at Ivan with bright eyes, "There are already two people in this memory, aren't they?"