Bree followed Professor Flitwick to a swamp. The swamp was full of dead branches and leaves, broken tree trunks swaying in the stream, and there was a thick green mist surrounding it, blocking the moonlight in the sky.
Professor Flitwick held his wand and held it up to a bright light, allowing Bree to see the surrounding environment clearly.
Nico poked his head out curiously and whispered: "Dad, is this the goblin's home?"
Flower elves are born with inheritance in their heads. They are separated from the group and can grow well as long as they are in a safe environment. Therefore, they also know about fairies and flower elves. However, there are too many types of fairies, and flower elves can also distinguish them.
Not complete, only a rough idea.
"This is the Fairy Swamp, and through here you will reach the Fairy Territory."
Professor Flitwick answered Nico's question, and then with a wave of his wand, a long rope appeared and circled around the swamp in front. The swamp temporarily disappeared, and an open space appeared in it.
He motioned for Bree to follow him and walked onto the open space. Then he waved a long rope as an example and walked forward.
Professor Flitwick's spellcasting speed was very fast, and he took Bree through the Goblin Swamp in a short time.
Ahead are the stretches of tranquil hills under the moonlight. The houses on the hills are surrounded by ancient trees. Birds are already resting on the trees, but the village lights are still on. The farmland is nestled next to the stream under the hill, and the stream reflects the moonlight.
, make this feel like a place outside the world.
"This is the residence of the ancient tree fairies. The ancient tree fairies love plants, and the alchemy items they make can use the power of plants to cast the fairies' blessings...or curses. However, this power is declining, and the reason has never been found. Maybe it's using
Within a few hundred years, people here will no longer be able to use plants to perform magic."
Professor Flitwick sighed a little, seeming to be recalling the past.
"I was born here. My mother raised me. She was a stern lady..." Professor Flitwick paused and continued: "My childhood was not friendly. She protected me."
He married me and sent me to Hogwarts to learn wizard magic..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I said too many useless things. Now please follow me and go to my house."
Professor Flitwick was a little nervous, and Bree felt that this was due to home town shyness.
"Filius!"
"You stinky boy, I can smell your nerdiness even at home, what are you doing here so leisurely!"
A short, fat goblin in an apron, with one hand on his waist and a spoon in the other, was cursing at Flitwick: "You still know how to go home. You only wrote three letters to me this holiday. You know?"
That’s two months!”
Professor Flitwick faced his aggressive mother, squirming like a child and blushing.
"...Mom, mom, I'm sorry, my students are still here..."
"Oh, student!"
Flitwick's mother quickly looked at Bree aside and immediately covered her chest.
"Oh, sweet child, you can call me Mrs. Flitwick. Welcome to the home of the ancient tree goblin. Come quickly. I have stewed beef and potatoes. You must like it, as well as sweet peas. Little children
Everyone likes to eat, haha."
Mrs. Flitwick chuckled and took Bree's hand affectionately, and her eyes widened when she saw the flower elf in Bree's arms.
"Oh, this is, this is the flower elves, my God, haven't they disappeared? It's incredible."
"Nico, please be polite."
Bree felt Nico lying shyly on her neck, and said helplessly: "Children who are not polite will not be liked."
After saying that, Bree said to Mrs. Flitwick, who had not recovered from her illness: "Hello, I am Professor Flitwick's student, Bree Old. Nice to meet you, beautiful lady."
"I'm Nico, I'm...Nico Ode!" Nico was a little panicked, but his eyes lit up when he heard Brie's name, and he quickly followed: "Nico is also very happy to meet you, madam!
"
Nico Ode?
Bree couldn't help but smile, recognizing this new member of the Oude family.
"oh?"
Mrs. Flitwick did not continue to explore the flower elves, but looked at Professor Flitwick seriously.
"You haven't given up yet, Filius!"
Professor Flitwick kept his head lowered. He raised his head after hearing his mother's words and said firmly: "Mom, I want to try again. I can't watch the ancient tree goblins lose their talents."
"You have not inherited the bloodline talent of the ancient tree fairy at all, Filius, you are not even on the family tree, there is no need to do this!"
"But mom, you are an ancient tree fairy, I must do this."
Mrs. Flitwick said nothing, just snorted and pulled Bree towards the house on the hill.
Not long after, everyone returned to Flitwick's house. It was a very warm place, and it was obvious that Mrs. Flitwick loved life very much.
"Hurry up and take a seat. We're going to have dinner soon. Hahaha, this is my best dish. You guys will definitely like it."
Nico was only about the size of a thumb. He sat on Bree's shoulder with a hesitant look on his face. When Mrs. Flitwick was busy, he whispered in Bree's ear: "Dad, I'm hungry. I want to eat nectar. Here
Have it?"
"nectar!"
Mrs. Flitwick's hearing was very sensitive and she understood Nico's needs instantly.
"Why didn't I notice it? Oh, sorry little guy, I remember that the old man next door kept a bunch of bees. He must have them there. Just wait, I'll go get some."
Mrs. Flitwick's temper was furious, and she quickly walked out the door with the sharp knife she had just used to chop vegetables.
Bree looked at Professor Flitwick and wanted to ask his opinion. If there were no accidents tonight, they would rest here and start studying goblin magic tomorrow.
"Ahem, my mother is very enthusiastic. I think if she goes to Hogwarts, she will definitely be sorted into Gryffindor... In fact, when the Sorting Hat sorted me, it was also in Gryffindor and Gryffindor.
Vinclaw hesitated."
Flitwick smiled nostalgically, he had no strange feelings towards his mother's behavior.
"Have you got the parchment with you, Oude?"
"I've been carrying it with me for the past few days, so you can rest assured."
Bree took out a shrunken parchment book from her pocket, quickly enlarged it, and handed it to Professor Flitwick to look at.
After seeing it, Professor Flitwick said with a trace of nostalgia: "This is a book passed down by my mother. When I was a child, she had high hopes for me, hoping that I could learn the magic in this book. However, although I have the blood of goblins,
But I don’t have the talent of a goblin, so it’s hard to understand. In the end, my mother sent me to Hogwarts in the wizarding world.”
Speaking of this, Professor Flitwick felt a little depressed.
"I don't think the magic at Hogwarts is bad. I just want to fulfill my mother's wish. But when I later explored goblin magic, I discovered that the talents of the ancient tree goblins were disappearing. This was a scary thing. At first, everyone was worried
They were very scared, but after exhausting all means and failing to find the reason, more and more ancient tree fairies gave up exploring, thinking that this was nature's punishment for them."
Professor Flitwick was very worried, his face was full of depression and worry.
"Maybe when necessary, the Ancient Tree Fairy King will be like the flower elves. In order to save the last hope, he will set a curse for himself and hide it in the years."
"Bang!"
"Oh, here it comes, sweet nectar, come on, cute little Nico."
Mrs. Flitwick put the nectar jar on the dining table with a smile, and then invited everyone to eat. Bree sniffed the smell and very politely only ate half a pot of potatoes and beef, and two plates of sweet peas. A large cup of nectar was enough.
Stopped eating.
Bree thanked her reservedly: "It tastes very good, Mrs. Flitwick."
Mrs. Flitwick facepalmed sweetly.
"Oh, Filius was a picky eater when he was a child. He never liked eating the food I cooked. It's great that little Ode likes it now. Maybe you haven't eaten enough yet, I can make some more for you.
!”
"I'm full, Mrs. Flitwick."
Seeing Bree's insistent expression, Mrs. Flitwick had no choice but to say: "Oh, okay, then go and rest after dinner, and I'll clean up the room for you."
After Mrs. Flitwick smiled and said to Bree, she turned around and shouted to Professor Flitwick with a cold face: "Filius, what are you waiting for? Will the bowl you have eaten from become clean on its own?
Go and clean up quickly, don't use magic!"
"I got it, Mom."
Professor Flitwick stood up and went to wash the dishes helplessly. His mother actually didn't like the wizard's magic. If she didn't want Flitwick to have a solid foundation, she would never let Flitwick leave the ancient tree.
Goblin territory goes to Hogwarts.
"Then I'm going to clean up the house. Let me think about it, where will lovely Nico go to rest?"
As soon as Mrs. Flitwick finished speaking, Nico stretched out his head from Bree's arms and said loudly: "I want to sleep with daddy."
Then he whispered to Bree: "I'm scared alone."
How much space can one little guy take up?
"Just arrange my room, Mrs. Flitwick, Nico, I will arrange it."
"Oh, okay, we really love each other."
…
At night, after packing everything, Bri was lying on a short bed. The size was just right for a goblin, but a bit too small for a 1.5-meter-long Bri, but he could still rest, so it wasn't a big deal.
Nico was sitting on the quilt playing with the silver bracelet on his hand, while Bree was reading the parchment in the moonlight, trying to find some traces of magic in it, hoping to understand the secret of goblin magic.
It's a pity that Bree doesn't have fairy blood or talent, so she can't understand this book at all.
"Dongdongdong!"
It's a knock on the door.
"Please come in..."
"Card…"
"Oh, sorry to bother you, Mr. Old."
It was Mrs. Flitwick. At this time, she was looking at the parchment in Bree's hand with a serious face. When she saw Nico, the flower elf, she hesitated, but finally said to Bree——
"I don't want Filius to care about whether the ancient tree elf is losing its natural magic. This is not something he should know about!"