Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Lovegood's home was not far from where he was, almost half an hour's walk away.

After walking through the Weasel Mountain, I soon saw a strange structure built by the stream, and several windmills were spinning non-stop.

Walking through the light mist, Luna had returned the compass in her hand to its original owner, and was now leading the way with complicated thoughts ahead.

To sacrifice a stranger to resurrect his mother...

Thinking of this, Luna's mood was even more complicated.

"Don't worry, those living sacrifices are all heinous dark wizards, and none of them are innocent. "

Lorne, dressed in a black coat, walked beside her and comforted.

Luna, who was comforted, nodded slightly.

Pushing open the wooden door of the room, with a creaking sound, the two of them walked into the house.

I have to say that the houses built by the wizards are really distinctive.

For example, in this living room, there is a long spiral staircase leading to the top, and the surrounding walls are covered with all kinds of fairy tale paintings, which is very distinctive.

"Lorne Geralt?"

As soon as I walked into the room, a slightly low, hoarse voice came from the kitchen.

A middle-aged man with juice in his hand followed.

It was a marshmallow-like white hair that hung down on his shoulders, and a glittering gold symbol pendant hung around his neck, which looked like a triangular eye.

"It's my husband. "

Lorne smiled and nodded.

The man in front of her should be Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, who is also the editor-in-chief of "Singing Contrarians".

"Would you like a glass of juice?" Xenophilius set the plate on the round table in the middle, and looked at the blonde wizard in front of him with a pair of dark eyes, and said with a slight hesitation, "Maybe we can talk about the resurrection." "

After hearing what Luna said to him last night, as a father, he immediately thought that his daughter had been deceived.

But in the face of his persuasion, Luna directly handed him a compass.

It's a compass that supposedly points to what your heart needs.

So last night Xenophilius had insomnia.

Even the skeptical attitude has turned into half-belief, but after meeting this young wizard today, there is a glimmer of hope in my heart that ignited from last night... It's gradually dissipating.

There is no other reason than - he is too young!

"Mr. Xenophilius, I don't know if you have any such thing as your wife's hair or skin tissue in your hands. "

Lorne was obviously able to see the other party's skeptical expression, so he didn't choose to talk nonsense, but went straight to the point.

In the face of one's skepticism, the best thing to do is to go straight to the promise.

"Hair..."

Xenophilius placed the cup on the table and pondered for a moment.

"I have my mother's hair here. "

At that moment, a light voice sounded from the side, and Luna was seen holding an old-looking picture frame and handing it to Lorne.

The picture in the frame is a group photo of three people, and the frame that has lost paint looks about four or five years old, but in this photo there are a few long curls of hair pressed down.

"So—now go and prepare for the ceremony, Mr. Xenophilius. "

Lorne picked up the golden curls in the frame, looked up at Xenophilius as he broke.

"What do you need for the ritual of the resurrection..."

Xenophilius said as he looked at him with complicated eyes.

He had heard Luna talk to him the night before he said that the resurrection ritual required a living sacrifice.

Is it black magic performed by living people?

"A dusty basement and a living sacrifice - don't worry, I'll do that. "

Lorne said with half-narrowed eyes.

“... Please follow me. "

After hesitating for a moment, Xenophilius gritted his teeth and said.

As long as he can resurrect his wife, he doesn't care if it's black magic or not.

And—the blonde wizard in front of him must have something in demand.

Did you take a fancy to his identity as the editor-in-chief of "Singing and Singing"?

Walking down the stairs leading to the basement, Xenophilius couldn't help but think.

After all, there is only one thing on his body that is valuable now, and as for the others, he has a daughter, Luna.

"Luna, you go to the door and watch first, if anyone comes, say I'm not home. "

Thinking of his daughter, Xenophilius turned to Luna, who had already followed.

Since it is a living sacrifice, then this resurrection scene must be very bloody.

It's better not to let your daughter see this kind of scene.

Luna nodded, and walked up without saying a word.

"Mr. Geralt, I want to know what you want?"

At the entrance to the basement, Xenophilius raised the oil lamp in his hand and asked him.

It's coming, just waiting for your words.

The corners of Lorne's mouth curled slightly.

"Mr. Xenophilius, "Singing Against the Tune" should be the best-selling newspaper at the moment, right?"

Hearing this, Xenophilius already knew what Lorne wanted.

"It's just on par with the Daily Prophet, and it's not up to me to call the shots, after all, I'm just the editor-in-chief. "

Xenoflius said softly.

"Don't think so, sir, sometimes an editor-in-chief can decide a lot of things. "

Lorne shook his head and said.

"Mr. Geralt, I'll do it for you—if my wife is resurrected. "

Xenophilius was silent for a moment, then whispered.

"Then prepare a living sacrifice now—wait a moment, Mr. Xenophilius. "

In this way, the editor-in-chief in front of him compromised, and the corners of Lorne's mouth gradually raised.

He then prepares to go to the dungeon of Tumbledown Alley to find a suitable living sacrifice.

But just as he was activating his divine might, his eyes were suddenly stunned.

I don't know when, three photos suddenly appeared in his hands.

Did the frog cub send back a picture?

A pair of scarlet eyes stood out in the dark basement, and Xenophilius couldn't help but glance at him.

Those scarlet eyes... And that sickle-like pattern, what the hell is this?

And Lorne was already looking at the photo in his hand at this time.

It was a little red-haired girl in a tattered cloth dress, with shackles on her hands and feet, and her originally white skin was covered with a lot of blood and scars...

Her own frog cub was sitting on top of the little girl's head at this time.

Who is this?

Lorne was stunned for a moment.