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

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

After walking through Stoat Mountain, we soon saw a peculiar building built by the stream, with several windmills spinning continuously next to it.

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

She had to sacrifice a stranger to resurrect her mother...

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

"Don't worry, those living sacrifices are all evil dark wizards, and no one is innocent."

Lorne, wearing a black coat, walked beside her and comforted her. Luna, who was comforted, nodded gently.

Pushing open the wooden door of the room, accompanied by a creaking sound, the two of them just Walked into this house.

I have to say that the house built by the wizards is really unique.

For example, in this living room, there is a long spiral staircase that goes straight to the top, and the surrounding wallsThey are all covered with various fairy tale-like paintings, which are very distinctive.

"Lorne Geralt?"

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

Then came a middle-aged man carrying juice.

It was a man with white fluffy hair like marshmallows hanging down on his shoulders. There is also a sparkling golden symbol pendant hanging on the neck, which looks like a triangular eye.

"It's my husband."

Lorne smiled and nodded.

The man in front of him should be Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, who is also the editor-in-chief of"The Quibbler"

"Would you like a glass of juice?"Xenophilius placed the plate on the round table in the middle, looked at the blond wizard in front of him with a pair of dark-rimmed eyes, and said with a slight hesitation,"Maybe we can have a good talk about 'resurrection'. thing."

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.

This is a compass that claims to be able to point to what is needed in the heart.

So Xenophilius had insomnia last night.

Even his skeptical attitude turned into half-belief, but after meeting this young wizard today, The glimmer of hope that was ignited in my heart last night... is gradually dissipating.

There is no other reason, just because - he is too young!

"Mr. Xenophilius, I don’t know if you have anything like your wife’s hair or skin tissue."

Lorne could clearly see the doubtful expression on the other person's face, so he did not choose to talk nonsense, but went directly to the topic.

Faced with a person's doubts, the best way is to directly fulfill the promise

"Hair..."

Xenophilius put the cup on the table and thought for a while.

"I have my mother's hair here."

At this moment, a light voice sounded from the side, and Luna was holding an old-looking photo frame and handed it to Lorne. The photo on the photo frame was a group photo of three people, and the paint had peeled off. The frame looks about four or five years old, but there are a few slightly curly long hair pressed against it.

"So——are you going to prepare for the ceremony now, Mr. Xenophilius?"

Lorne picked up the golden curls in the photo frame, raised his head and asked Xenophilius who was thinking about it.

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

Xenophilius looked at him with complicated eyes and said. He heard Luna tell him last night that the resurrection ritual requires a living sacrifice.

It is performed with a living person. Black magic?

"A dusty basement and a living sacrifice - don't worry about the living sacrifice, leave this to me."

Lorne said with half-closed eyes.

"…plz 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 some black magic.

And - the blond wizard in front of him must also have needs.

He has taken a fancy to him as" Is he the editor-in-chief of"The Quibbler"?

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

After all, there is only one valuable thing in him now. As for the others, he has a daughter, Luna.

"Luna, go to the door and watch first. If anyone comes, tell me I'm not home."

Remembering his daughter, Xenophilius turned his head and said to Luna who had followed.

Since a living sacrifice is needed, the scene of the resurrection must be very bloody.

It is best not to let his daughter see this. This scene.

Luna nodded, then walked up without saying a word.

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

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

Here I am, waiting for your words.

The corners of Lorne's mouth raised slightly.

"Mr. Xenophilius,"The Quibbler" must be the largest-selling newspaper currently, right?"

Hearing this, Xenophilius already knew what Lorne wanted.

"It’s just on par with the Daily Prophet, and I can’t make the final decision on The Quibbler. After all, I’m just the editor-in-chief. Xenophilius said softly

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

Lorne shook his head and said

"Mr. Geralt, I will help you - if my wife comes back to life."

Xenophilius was silent for a while, then whispered

"Then prepare the living sacrifice now - please wait a moment, Mr. Xenophilius."

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

Then he was going to go to the dungeon in Knockturn Alley to find a suitable living sacrifice.

But just when he activated his divine power, his eyes suddenly froze.

He didn't know what. At that time, three photos suddenly appeared in his hands.

Did Frog Cub send back the photos?

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

Those pair Scarlet eyes...and that sickle-like pattern, what on earth is that?

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

It was a red-haired little girl wearing tattered cloth, her hands and feet The head was shackled, and the originally white skin was covered with a lot of blood and scars...

His frog cub was sitting on top of the little girl's head.

Who is this?

Lorne was stunned for a moment.