Xenophilius pulled Harry into his workshop and pressed the boy down on a chair.
Then he lay under the table and rummaged through the pile of paper.
Harry looked around blankly and found that the small room was filled with Antinomies.
Obviously, the sales that Kamia had brought to class were not enough to deal with the ones printed by Mr. Lovegood.
Other than the Antinomies that were piled up everywhere,
Harry also saw a large number of papers full of words tied up with ropes.
They were stacked in the corner.
They looked like manuscripts, but also like waste paper.
Mr. Lovegood found a tattered book from the pile of waste paper and pushed it in front of Harry.
His facial muscles twitched nervously.
He seemed to want to make a smile. "Here, the story of the Sacred Relic of Death is here …"
Harry did not hear what Xenophilius was saying.
But he could see that the tattered book was The Tales of Beedle the Poet, and Xenophilius was looking for the story about the three brothers.
"It's here,
That story … "Xenophilius flipped through the whole book roughly.
He was mumbling something.
His hands trembled more and more until Harry could not watch it anymore. He held his hands down. "Mr. Lovegood, this book — it's missing a few pages!"
Harry pulled the poor Tales of Beedle the Poet out of Xenophilius's hand and turned to the middle of the book for the man to see. "Look! The part about the Sacred Relic of Death has been torn out. "
Xenophilius took a few steps back as if he had seen a Dementor and fell into the pile of paper. He shouted at Harry in horror, "Take it away! Take it away! "
Harry closed the book and wanted to help Xenophilius up. However, the man pushed Harry's hand away and randomly picked up a piece of crumpled waste paper. He then picked up half a pencil from the ground and drew a picture on the paper. "This … is this …"
It was a picture that Harry was very familiar with.
Xenophilius explained in his strange voice as he drew. "… Invisibility Cloak … Soul Returning Stone … Elder Wand … This is the Sacred Relic of Death." He glanced at Harry who was next to him and the corner of his mouth twitched. "They said that this is the symbol of the Sacred Relic of Death."
Harry nodded obediently. "Yes."
Xenophilius's strange smile returned. He coughed a couple of times and rudely crumpled up the paper with triangles, circles, and straight lines and tossed it into a corner. Ignoring Harry's surprised expression, he pressed his hand on the boy's shoulder and stared into Harry's green eyes with his light brown, almost green, eyes fixed on Harry's green ones.
Harry first saw madness and sadness in Mr. Lovegood's eyes and then heard his warning in a low voice. "Fake … That's a fake story …"
"What …" What story was fake?
Before Harry could ask, Xenophilius pushed him away and slumped absentmindedly against a pile of Antinomies.
"… Mr. Lovegood?"
The man did not look at him again. He just closed his eyes and said, "Stay away from my wife."
Harry left Lovegood's house in confusion. After coming out of Mr. Lovegood's studio, the boy pondered for a long time what the man's last sentence meant.
Erm … Literally, it sounded like an angry husband warning a man who kept pestering his wife. But Harry cautiously judged that he was absolutely, absolutely not interested in Kamia, and he did not have the conditions to be interested in her. So, this sentence was worth considering.
Ginny had no idea about Harry's questions. She spent a perfect afternoon in Luna's bedroom, eating lemon-flavored candies, reading the story she wrote, changing little Tommy's clothes several times, and more importantly!
Ginny, who was walking in front of Harry, stopped and happily announced to him, "Mrs. Lovegood agreed to use my story, so …" The girl waved her small wallet at Harry and smiled. "I can earn money to buy a bicycle!"
"Wow!" Harry was also happy for Ginny, but — "Ginny, school is going to start soon. When are you going to ride a bicycle?"
"…" Ginny was stunned. She had not considered this question.
Harry, who checked the calendar every day, shook his head and sighed. "Look at you, why do you need a bicycle?"
Happy days always passed quickly. Although Ginny's wallet always seemed to be small, and Ron's homework seemed to be endless, the days of August passed quickly. A week before school started, Hermione came to the Shack with her luggage and a lot of gifts. Like Harry, she was welcomed by the Weisles.
"See, except for the few of us, she likes all the children." Ron was silently jealous. When he saw Ginny's face, he added angrily, "Well, except for Ginny."
Hermione, who was being held by Mrs. Weisles, came over and handed a small red box to Ginny. "Ginny? Thank you for your hospitality? "
Ginny opened the box with a smile. Inside was a delicate hairband. When she put it on, two red cherries hung on her ears.
Even Ron praised, "It's pretty." Then he added, "Cherish this year. Next year, she will send you books." Hermione brought him and Harry all the gifts.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, and affectionately held Ginny's arm. "I watched the latest issue of 'Singing Different'. To be honest, I didn't understand your story, but it was great — very great!"
"Really?" Ginny was pleasantly surprised. Then she hugged Hermione tightly and pulled her upstairs. "Hermione, let's live together, okay?"
Thus, Ron could only watch helplessly as his little sister was abducted by Hermione in less than three minutes.
Harry was happy to see Ron in pain. He only rubbed his ginger hair to comfort him. In fact, he was also anxious to talk to Hermione. Since the last time he asked Hermione to help him investigate something, Hermione was rarely online. The last time he contacted her was the day before yesterday. Hermione said that she had something to talk to him in person.
At this time, the regret of living in a shack was apparent. With so many people crowded in the house, Harry could not find a chance to talk to Hermione alone. It was not until after lunch the next day that Harry dragged Hermione out in the name of taking her to visit Professor Kamia. Ginny wanted to go with them, but Hermione stroked the girl's red hair and smiled. "But you haven't finished the story yet!" That one sentence made the Weisles give up the idea with a bitter face. Grabbing her hair, the girl went back to her room.
Harry had taken the road to Lovegood's house many times, but it was Hermione's first time here. However, she recognized the Otter River at first glance. "Ah, this is Ginny's Phoenix River!"
"That's right. Let's take a break here."
Hermione glanced at Harry and sat down. Sure enough, Harry's first sentence after sitting down was, "Hermione, I asked you to investigate …"
"Wait a minute." Hermione decisively interrupted Harry's question and asked, "Harry, do you have anything to say?"
"Me?" Harry touched his nose. "Uh … I've finished my homework. I also supervised Ron to finish his homework …"
Seeing Hermione's smile getting more and more ferocious, Harry's mouth twitched. He could not continue.
"Harry …" Hermione, with a ferocious smile, grabbed Harry's ahoge. "You really don't need to explain what 'Maya' is?"
Harry begged for mercy. "How would I know what's going on? If I knew, I wouldn't have bothered you to investigate it, right? "
"Humph!" Hermione snorted coldly and let go of Harry. She shook out a thick A4 notebook from her small bag and spread it on her knees.
Unlike the last time when she investigated Kamia, Hermione only made a few pages of notes this time. This was very unlike 'Hermione's' behavior. Harry was a little surprised.
However, Hermione was also helpless. She browsed through the only two pages of notes again and sighed. "Harry, tell me first, what is' Maya '? Is it a person? Or is it a concept? "
Harry opened his mouth and finally said truthfully, "I don't know."
"So you don't intend to tell me why you suddenly asked me to investigate this' Maya ', right?" Hermione glanced at Harry and saw the boy just smirking. She had to continue, "It's different from 'Kamia'. If 'Kamia' is everywhere, this' Maya 'doesn't exist at all. I read the book list again according to the last time, trying to find a word with the same pronunciation or similar to it, but I couldn't find it at all. When I saw the word starting with'M 'in the end, I felt dizzy … "
Hermione exhaled, "If I didn't find this paragraph in the end, I would have suspected that this was a prank you played on me."
Harry followed Hermione's instructions and looked at the paragraph:
The river crossing man bent his arch-like back and walked against the current for an entire night. The birds that lost their voices were falling from the sky. The rose of time was screaming in the conspiracy. However, in the surging current, he only heard the calm voice of the child on his left shoulder, "Let's go!"
The river crossing man walked with his back bent, his eyes always looking ahead as if there was light. He sighed and said to the child, "We can't reach the other side. Alas, child, who are you?"
The child replied, "Maya, I'm Maya."
This paragraph was not written by Hermione's hand. It seemed that she had torn it from a book. The edges were not neat. Harry was puzzled. "Where did this come from?"
Hermione twitched the corner of her mouth. "'Singing Different', one of the books that Professor Kamia handed out in class. I don't know which one it is. I just tore a piece of paper and made a draft … and then I clipped it in the book."
This seemed to be the end of an article. Harry judged from the edge of the content that it seemed to be an advertisement for a joke shop.
"Can you still find the original issue of the magazine?"
Hermione shook her head in distress. "I cleaned them up before I went home!"
Then they had to find the original text according to these lines of text. Harry planned to go back to Hogwarts and read the pile of "Singing Different" under the bed.
"So, Harry, why do you want to find this almost non-existent 'Maya'?" Hermione stared into Harry's eyes. "You can keep silent or tell the truth."
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