Chapter 437: The Deathly Hallows, the Potter Family, and the Department of Mysteries
The next day, Hermione rushed in and woke up her two companions.
"We have to go see Xenophilus Lovegood." Hermione tugged at their cups, but Ron shrank into the corner holding his cup.
"Who?" Harry lowered his brows, his face full of confusion.
"Luna's father, look here." Hermione took out the book she got from the Bashat family, which contained the letters Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald.
"See this symbol? Krum said it was Grindelwald's mark. Maybe we should go ask Mr. Lovegood?" Hermione pulled Harry and tried to get him up.
"I think I've seen this sign before, outside Gregorovitch's shop?" Harry sat up.
When Harry stood up, he pushed Radha, who was sleeping on the quilt, down, and she rolled over and fell to the ground.
"Hmm, what are you doing so early?" Lada's lazy voice sounded, and then he stretched hard.
"Rada, do you recognize this?" Hermione suddenly had an idea and handed the book to Rada.
Her move turned out to be a good thing. As the person who controls all the magical beasts in Britain, Rada has an advantage in intelligence that ordinary people can hardly achieve.
After all, normal wizards would not deliberately avoid creatures like goblins, elves, and fairies when communicating, just like even the most strict Muggle officials would not check whether there are ants on the ground when chatting.
"Well, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows?" Rada's answer immediately cut off the idea of several people looking for Lovegood.
"Deathly Hallows? The collection of stories that Dumbledore gave me. So that's it. Is this how he is reminding me implicitly?" The clever Hermione immediately thought of the relic that Dumbledore gave her.
"What, but what do the Deathly Hallows have to do with Horcruxes?" Harry scratched his head.
"Perhaps Dumbledore wants to remind us to use the Deathly Hallows to defeat Voldemort." Ron also propped himself up.
"Yeah, that makes sense, but does that mean we need to collect the Deathly Hallows?" Harry felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.
"That's not necessary. The Invisibility Cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows, is in your hand." Rada jumped onto Harry's backpack and rummaged through it, and a transparent cloak fell out.
"Why do the three Peverell brothers have anything to do with Harry?" Hermione opened the Tales of Beedle the Poet.
"Let me say it." A pleasant boy's voice suddenly came out of Rada's mouth.
"Aiden!"*3
"Yo, it seems that the Horcrux I left in the Ministry of Magic has been destroyed by you. You should have the initial strength to deal with the next Horcrux. If you can destroy the next one, the last two Horcruxes should not be able to stop you." Aiden used Rada's body and subconsciously licked his paws twice.
Harry and Hermione really wanted to pry open this guy's brain and see what was going on in his mind when he knew where the Horcrux was but chose to hide the news.
"Haha." Aiden pretended not to know what they were thinking and continued, "Around the 12th century in Chichikor, there was a wizard named Linfred. Because he was good at collecting herbs to make spices and treating diseases, he was called Portley by the local residents."
"So he is my ancestor?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Don't interrupt him." Hermione poked Harry.
"Later, the wizard's eldest son, Hadwin, married a beautiful witch named Iolanthe Peverell. After their marriage, they went to Godric's Hollow together to settle down. Since then, Hadwin simplified his father's title to Potterley, laying the foundation for the Potter family that has been passed down for hundreds of years." Aiden slowly told the history of Harry's family.
"Peverell! Is he the descendant of the three brothers? Is this the origin of the Deathly Hallows in Harry's hand?" Hermione collected and simplified the information to make it easier for the two brains of the two people next to her to understand.
"The following content is the non-public information of the Department of Mysteries. The Grim Reaper in the Tales of Beedle the Poet is actually the first president of the Psychic Alchemy Society, the predecessor of the Department of Mysteries." Aiden began to reveal the information to the three people.
"The Peverell family was the wizard family that funded the establishment of the Psychic Alchemy Association. Unfortunately, they withdrew their investment halfway through and left with three items imbued with the power of the agreement."
"Are they being hunted by the Psychic Alchemy Society?" Hermione asked.
"No, the agreement - the power of death is not so easy to control. They died due to the loss of control of alchemical items. But you don't have to worry about it."
Aiden saw that Harry was about to discard the invisibility cloak, so he quickly stopped him, "The invisibility cloak is the most complete, so its negative effects are not obvious."
"What will happen to me?" Harry asked.
"It won't bring you death directly, but it will make you spontaneously emit the aura of death, and then attract some strange people, such as Senior Sister Tom. However, if you want to be an Auror in the future, this is a good trait." Aiden replied.
"So, we already have one Deathly Hallows. If we find two more, we can become the masters of death and defeat the You-Know-Who?" Ron closed the story collection. He had just finished reading the story of the three brothers.
"I need to correct you on two points. First, you only need to find one more Deathly Hallows. Second, you need to go to the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade to find a man who will lead you to find the next Horcrux."
Aiden waved his hand, and gray mist began to appear on the surface of Rada's body.
"Hmm, I feel so sleepy all of a sudden. Did you do something?" Rada looked at them puzzled.
"Rada, you..." Ron had just opened his mouth when the thick mist on Rada's body suddenly burst out and swallowed her, leaving only the sword of Gryffindor smashing to the ground with a crisp sound.
"What should we do now?" Hermione looked at Harry, while Ron beside him picked up the sword.
"Let's go to Hogsmeade," Harry decided.
The three began to pack their belongings, folded up the tent, put on their backpacks, and began to walk to Hogsmeade.
In Hogsmeade, a large number of shops have been closed, and wanted posters of Harry and others are posted everywhere. Originally, there should be a search team patrolling here, but the recent attack on the patrol team by the inexplicable chivalrous duo has made them afraid.
So, on the surface, Voldemort strengthened and tightened the patrol range, but in fact the search teams below were just doing a face-saving project. After all, Senior Sister Tom only gave them a few dollars, and it was not worth it for the Death Eaters to work so hard.
Harry and the other two, wearing invisibility cloaks, knocked on the door of the Hog's Head Inn. Aberforth slammed the door open with a ferocious look on his face, and then Harry slightly lifted a corner of the invisibility cloak to let the other party see him.
"What a trouble! Come in!" Aberforth turned and left, and Harry and the other two followed him into the bar.
Here, Harry saw a figure that he had been thinking about day and night...
