Chapter 617 Haipu's worshipper

Felix stroked the "Ancient Magical Literature Yearbook" in his hand, and marked the words "1992~1996 Collection" under the gold-plated letters. This large reference book is the first comprehensive and systematic book that describes the development status of ancient magical literature and the summary of materials. Because it is unprecedented, the content is particularly fulfilling.

The content of the book is divided into three parts.

"In summary, it is to compile the past, present, and future of the ancient magic literature."

Felix opened the first page and the preface briefly introduced the time, place and reason of the event. After that, there was a long list of names, each name occupied a single line, and in addition, the basic information of this person was briefly summarized in small italic letters.

For example, Hermione Granger, under her name, she recorded it in bright emerald green ink - Female, Hogwarts (school), 16, 27.

"I understand all these, what does this mean?"

Mrs. Granger asked at the number ‘27’, and Hermione raised her head and said, “That is the number of papers cited in the Yearbook, marked with an asterisk below.”

"The number of cited papers?" Mrs. Granger blinked in confusion. She lowered her head and found the notes at the bottom of the page. "...Because the first compilation of the Yearbook, it specifically covers the number of papers published between 1992 and 1996 and cited in this book."

She felt even more confused. It wasn't that she couldn't understand the text above, but- "You published 27 papers?"

She exchanged glances with her husband, and Mr. Granger said with great interest: "Before I had time to ask-the number I read in the Daily Prophet is 42, but our smart and rebellious daughter once told her parents that one-third of the contents above would be worth it..."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking about the prediction of the situation of the war. You guys don't know how many rumors I've dispelled... The numbers are true, both are. But one is the total number of papers I published, and the other only counts the part of the ancient magic literature field."

“It says ‘published and quoted in this book’…” Mrs. Granger hesitated.

"It's obvious, isn't it? Not all published papers will be cited, such as articles that outline nature will not be too popular, because this is what the Yearbook does, and it does better: summarizing the past, looking at the present, and imagining the future...."

"Something like the medical annual I have read." Mr. Granger said with interest.

"Absolutely," said Hermione.

Mrs. Granger stopped on this page, her eyes kept browsing, searching for her familiar name, "Harry Potter, cited 6 papers, Ron Weasley... 4 papers, Huh? Luna Lovegood, she is only fifteen years old, the number of cited essays is 5..."

"She has written so much." Hermione snorted softly.

"What's wrong," said Mrs. Granger with a smile: "This 'Miss Love and Beauty' is your competitor in school?"

"No!" Hermione's face turned red, but her mother smiled even happier. She walked over angrily, turned the thick yearbook a few pages, and muttered: "You really should look... The first part summarizes important current affairs, paper documents and statistics. I remember she has three excerpts from the paper... Ah, here!"

Mrs. Granger looked at the title of the paper above with curiosity:

"The magical beast that disappeared with ancient magic texts... sounds quite professional."

Hermione pointed to the small words above, "This paper has not been proven and is limited to guessing, but it is highly innovative and has great potential to dig... Mr. Heip gave a high evaluation..." As she said that, she pouted.

"Isn't this the magic conjecture? I don't know much...it's probably analogous to the scientific conjecture?" Mr. Granger asked with a smile.

"Okay, I just..." Hermione said in a disgusting way, and she couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Even if you change to a magical animal, why is it a horned snoring beast? It's obvious that the topic is so grand, covering magical animals, ancient magical texts, guardian spells, and even ghosts..."

"ghost?"

...

"No, it's the soul!" said Shanofilius, on the hill outside the village of Ottery Sankhachpool, in a cart-like garden of houses, and said. The white hair like marshmallows was swollen on his shoulders, and he showed a gold chain around his neck: "What a wonderful coincidence! I was wearing the sign of the Deathly Hallows, and my daughter told me the prophecy about the Resurrection Stone."

"Don't you study the magic of engineers, Dad?" Luna said, while repairing the house for the geological site.

"Oh, no...there's more important," said Shanofilius hesitantly. "Luna, listen to me-I don't know much about the horses. They kicked me when I tried to be friends with them, but that didn't matter, they were all from my youth...their prophecy was amazing."

"Yes, I've been looking forward to a grand party," Luna said happily.

"Goal?" Shanofilius was confused.

"I saw in a fire divination that many people fired fireworks into the sky..." Luna shook her head, like a dream. "Oh, uh," Xenophilius glared, "Will it happen? I heard that someone forced a meteor shower to celebrate the victory..."

"But they are completely different, and I think I will be there," Luna said expectantly.

"Okay... let's get back to the point, Luna," said Shanofilius seriously.

Luna nodded and looked at her father intently, the triangle-shaped eye signs on his neck shining on his chest.

"First of all, this matter needs to be kept confidential-"

"Can I tell Ginny?"

"Of course, you are friends."

"Where is Harry? And Ron, Hermione, Neville..." Luna said with her fingers, and Shanofilius said: "If they are trustworthy-yes, you can even form a small team, but don't be too silly. I don't want to hear my daughter looking for the Resurrection Stone with great fanfare. Some wishes will not work if they are spoken out."

He hesitated for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know if I should tell you, after all, there is little hope..."

“What is it?”

"Principal Dumbledore wrote back and invited me to the interview... Oh, no, don't be happy, there are other competitors." But not long after, they began preparing for the celebration, "Freshwater color ball fish soup! Godigan! Flying boat Lee!" Shanofilius shouted happily while adding various ingredients to the pot.

They end up with a cup of concentrated stuff.

"Don't worry about me, you still have to attend the interview," Luna said.

"Oh, thank you, daughter," Shanofilius wiped the corners of his eyes. "I won't let you fight alone. When the interview is successful, I will take you to a very insightful ghost. She may be interested in your paper..." As he said that, he drank it all.

"How is it?" Luna asked curiously.

"It's OK," said Shanofilius, shaking his head and smacking his lips. "Maybe there are too many airships. The book says it has a slight toxicity. Although it cannot be believed in it, because they also have the effect of increasing the acceptance of abnormal things, but..."

He rubbed his stomach and brought the "Ancient Magical Literature Yearbook" over, "Let me see how they evaluate your paper. I should pick the key points and ask Dumbledore at that time..." He turned over the pages, "Hey, why don't there? Only the magician, the introduction of the prank merchant..."

"You turned your head, dad." Luna said.

"No, I think this is the arrangement of fate, you see-" he pointed to the introduction of the chapter of the Magician, and said: "'Missian' is just a concept. I don't want people to focus on its materials and techniques. It can be anything that uses magic to assist us in our work, life and study... Look."

Not far from here, crossing a mountain, the Digory family lived next to the Burrow, only a few hundred feet away from each other. The Digory family moved here due to the influence of the war and watched over and helped each other with the Weasley family.

“Your kid is excellent, Mr. Digory.”

Qiu Zhang's father's praise and Mr. Digory's hearty laughter came from the beautiful and tidy house.

Cedric and Qiu Zhang couldn't stand the gaze and atmosphere in the room, so they ran out to breathe, and they whispered while walking.

"They are really... anxious," Qiu Zhang said angrily. She looked at Cedric and said hesitantly: "You...really don't plan to enter the Ministry of Magic?" Cedric shook his head slightly, "I have rented a store in Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley?" Qiu Zhang said with some disappointment: "I thought you would choose Hogsmeade." She has one more year left to graduate.

Cedric smiled brightly on his face: "Don't worry, I won't forget Hogsmeade's weekend. The reason I chose Diagon Alley is because Fred, George and the Sword Castle are all there, which is very convenient for research... Do you still remember disposable space capsules? I think it has great potential and it matches my puppet."

They walked into a scrap garage.

Fred and George were squatting on the ground and studying something, "Why are they here? Didn't you say they are busy opening branches?" Qiu Zhang asked in a low voice. "I was caught by Mrs. Weasley." Cedric said in a low voice.

He looked up with his back to their twins, "I seem to hear someone saying bad things about us."

"I just told the truth..." Cedric shrugged, "How is the gnome pony breeding?"

"Everything went well, except to become even more stupid." Fred sighed.

"Maybe this is an advantage, you know, witches like silly things." George said, Qiu Zhang glaring at him. "Oh, sorry, I mean pets." After a while, Qiu Zhang's arms and shoulders were covered with light pink and purple fluffy balls, chirping, and as Fred and George said, not very smart.

George handed Cedric a look, which meant: Look, I'm right.

Cedric laughed.

"Ginny loves these little guys, too," Fred said. "How is the new store?"

“Open in a few days,” Cedric said: “In addition to some of the previous finished products, I also made a deformed smoke.”

"Take it out and take a look!" Fred and George said in unison.

Cedric took out a teacup from his pocket, shook it hard for a while, and then poured out the mouth of the cup, and a fluffy of fine smoke that seemed like liquid, spreading out like some kind of growing crystal clusters, covering the entire workbench.

"They are actually a whole, and you'll find it easier to perform deformations on it, like that."

Cedric waved his wand, and the crystal clustered smoke easily condensed into various shapes. "With a certain strength, you can turn it into a chair, a simple tent, or various small animals that can be easily controlled by students in grades one and two."

Finally they saw a lifelike Hogwarts Castle.

"The Transformation must have enough knowledge of what is going to be transformed, and this smoke can help." Cedric said hesitantly: "So this is actually a tool to learn Transformation."

"Probably more," Fred said on his shoulder, "this thing is very useful..."

In the evening, Covent Garden Royal Opera House.

Felix sat in the dim auditorium and listened to a piano concert.

François Crutoi performed perfectly. When the curtain call was over, the audience burst into applause. Although his face was calm, he was so excited that he burst into tears. When the audience left the stage one after another, they were still immersed in the atmosphere created by the sound of the piano.

The camera flash illuminated the stage very brightly and handed the microphone up.

"Mr. Crutoy, can you ask what the goddess and angel in the song mean? Or is it your beautiful yearning for life?"

“Do you have a new understanding of religion?”

Crutoy narrowed his eyes slightly, and he seemed to see a familiar face in the audience, and Felix smiled at him.

"Mr. Crutoy?"

"Oh," Crutoy stared at the empty seat, thinking, "The two songs refer to the same thing. If you have to say different things, maybe one is what you see and the other is what you think."

"When sadness comes, I hope each of us can meet angels."

...

Harry received a supplementary book list and the badge of the captain of the Quidditch team sent with the letter the last week before the school started. Harry looked at it repeatedly for a while and was very excited.

"Is there anything you want to buy?" Sirius asked. "Yes!" Harry looked down at the book list, read it twice before saying in surprise: "Sixth-grade black magic defense, "Encountering the Faceless Monster"--"

"Ah, that book is quite famous," Sirius said.

"And-" Harry swallowed.

"What else?" Sirius raised his head in confusion.

"There are three more books, "The History of Muggle's Struggle: Starting from Millions of Years ago", "How Muggle Thinks", and "The 'Magic' of the Muggle World".

"Confirm that it's not wrong?" Sirius almost fell off the chair.

"No." Harry said.
Chapter completed!