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Chapter 541 Life is like a play

Outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, England.

Arthur Weasley returned home and hugged his wife affectionately, who was still busy in the kitchen.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time before dinner started, I casually found an excuse and strolled out of the main entrance, arriving not far away from the wizarding settlement centered on the Lovegood family, which had just been established less than half a year ago.

nearby.

In the past month, he actually worked at the Ministry of Magic for less than half a day every day. For more of his time, he was involved in another large-scale magic project that subverted his values, but was extremely tempting.

In order to prevent Mrs. Weasley from worrying, he had to be extra cautious. Even if he occasionally went out to discuss things, he would always visit the Lovegood family next door and meet the editor-in-chief Xenophilius Lovegood.

Chat and strengthen friendships, and thank the Quibbler for supporting the Weasley children.

In fact, with Arthur Weasley's caution, he would not have easily gotten involved in such troublesome matters, but...

"Arthur, you're here. You've worked hard these days. Molly isn't suspicious, right?"

Not far away, an old wizard with white hair and beard stood at the edge of the road sign with his hands behind his back. His dark green clothes were slightly stained with dew from the evening. It seemed that he had been waiting on the roadside for a long time.

Behind the old wizard, dozens of middle-aged and elderly wizards from abroad were also busy outside their small houses. Some were digging the soil in the vegetable garden, some were decorating their doors with magic, and some were sitting.

Studying the stars with a telescope on the eaves...it looks particularly lively and peaceful, which makes people feel certain.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Molly is still making dinner, no problem."

Arthur Weasley walked over quickly without any hesitation. The residents around him were all trustworthy - these were Professor Dumbledore's exact words. After knowing each other for decades, Mr. Weasley would naturally not disbelieve it.

What the old man said.

"It's just that Professor Dumbledore, you can actually go directly to the Burrow. I believe Molly..."

"Okay, Arthur. Haven't we already discussed this issue?"

I saw "Dumbledore" smile slightly, a ray of light flashed on the half-moon lenses, raised his hand to interrupt Arthur Weasley, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with amazing magic transformation technology.

The wizard said gently.

"You know, it's not that I don't trust Molly. It's just that there is a small difference between rebuilding an aircraft carrier and rebuilding a second-hand Ford car. Don't worry, after everything is over, I will

I will find an appropriate time to tell Mo Li in person..."

"But……"

Arthur Weasley suddenly had a strange thought for no reason. What if Professor Dumbledore was...

After glancing at Arthur Weasley who seemed a little worried, "Dumbledore" took out his wand from his sleeve, flexibly waved it in the surrounding air a few times, and an invisible magical protective barrier unfolded again.

The sky not far away suddenly dimmed. If someone was standing five meters away at this time, he might not be able to see clearly what was happening here. The thin mist gradually began to spread, covering it in a few seconds.

area behind.

"So, that thing... Arthur, you brought it back from the vault, right?"

The old man asked softly with a solemn face, his blue eyes staring at Mr. Weasley's face.

"Of course, of course! Sorry, I was a little distracted."

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, Arthur Weasley came back to his senses. He quickly moved his eyes away from the wand in the old wizard's hand and quickly fumbled in his arms. His honest and honest face was a little embarrassed and confused.

Embarrassment.

It was a slender and distinctive wand, with a wonderful and prominent carving of wooden knots. The wand was inlaid with bone and engraved with ancient characters, which could be recognized at a glance even from a distance - Albus

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley has seen Dumbledore's wand up close and personal too many times. What was he thinking just now?

Maybe someone can imitate Professor Dumbledore through Apparition and Polyjuice Potion, but absolutely no one has the ability to take the wand away from the most powerful wizard in the world, even if Voldemort is resurrected.

Can't do it.

Looking thoughtfully at Mr. Weasley, who was a little distracted, "Dumbledore" gently stroked his fingers on the protruding wooden knot carving on the wand, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly with concern.

.

"What's wrong, kid? Is there something strange about me?"

"It's okay, it's not your problem, Professor Dumbledore. I guess it's because I frequently travel back and forth between Ukraine and the UK these days, so I'm a little tired. I can just go to bed early tonight..."

Arthur Weasley shook his head and added silently in his mind - it seems that he will not talk too much to Mr. Lovegood in the future, so that now some ridiculous voices will pop up in his own head from time to time.

After a slight pause, Mr. Weasley took out the light pink lady's wallet that suddenly appeared in his family's vault and handed it to Dumbledore. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked curiously.

"It's just that I don't understand what it is, I mean... I don't remember..."

"Huh? Have you never opened it and looked at it along the way?"

The old wizard took the light pink lady's wallet, glanced at Arthur Weasley who was shaking his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and said in a gentle tone.

"Actually, it doesn't matter even if you open it. This is a noble and far-reaching humanitarian rescue operation. Your actions have saved many lives - come out, you are safe."

"Hey, come out, come out?"

Arthur Weasley repeated something confused, then his eyes widened and he looked ahead in disbelief.

"Lo, Mr. Lockhart?! And Mr. Miles?! Why are you here...and there is..."

Along with the old wizard's voice, the seemingly ordinary light pink wallet zipper quickly expanded, and several figures squeezed out of it, appearing in the open space - an advanced application of the magic extension spell, if Arthur...

If Weasley remembered correctly, this should be the special prop that Albus Dumbledore applied to the International Federation of Wizards for modification some time ago.

What makes Mr. Weasley even more puzzling is that in addition to the few wizards who had been working with him in the Muggle shipyard in Ukraine, there were more than a dozen Gringotts goblins behind those wizards, but they were

The clothes he wore looked different from the clerks he usually saw in banks.

What is this...

"As expected...you have been watching from behind the scenes since a few months ago, like watching a clown..."

Douglas turned back and glanced at the white-haired wizard standing in the night. His pupils shrank slightly and he murmured subconsciously. Then he sighed and quickly regained his composure, his eyes brightening again.

"I don't think you are interested in hearing any nonsense like thanking you for saving your life... Anyway, let's get down to business! The purpose of the potatoes grown in the vast space of this wallet, as well as your next plan, are all now

Can you tell us one by one? After all..."

The look of the former head of Gringotts Venture Capital Department gradually returned to the goblin. Douglas looked around the newly built wizarding town and said with a grin.

"Time is money, my friend. Excuse me - where is that lady?"

"Well, if nothing else, she has reached the back room through the fireplace. Just follow me."

The old wizard took out a pocket watch from his arms, looked at it, and replied with a gentle expression. Then he turned his head to look at Gilderoy Lockhart, Kurt Meyer and others standing aside, and nodded slightly.

"Then, Mr. Weasley, please help me explain."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley is very familiar with us."

Gilderoy Lockhart showed a hearty smile, his eyes slid over Arthur Weasley standing in the middle of the field, and accidentally fell on the book held in the wizard's hand. The smile on his face

I couldn't help but feel a little more brilliant.

"Oh, Arthur, I didn't expect you to buy my book. It's so polite. If necessary, I can sign it for you and write a message you want on the cover of the book.

.”

"Ahem, let's get down to business first, shall we?"

Kurt Meyer glanced at Dumbledore (played by Grindelwald) not far away, raised his arm and patted Lockhart's shoulder, who was a little excited because he had just experienced a small battle.

He coughed, looked at Mr. Weasley who didn't know how to answer for a while, and said with a half-smile.

"After all... our poor Arthur has limited time to relax in the evening. If he talks meaninglessly for too long, he may have to go home and sleep on the floor tonight, right? Of course, I remember that after working overtime last time, he was said to have slept in the garage.

?”

Not far away, the night gradually fell, and the smoke from the cooking pots drifted, exuding an alluring sweetness.

In Hogwarts, Elena separated from her wings in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office as usual - due to accidentally breaking the Quidditch pitch with a Bludger in the previous game.

The goal post where she spent every weekend in solitary confinement, copying sentences and learning how to control her magical abilities.

After bidding farewell to Hermione and others, he opened the door and entered the Dark Arts Professor's office.

Elena walked straight through the "holographic projection" of Professor Apokalis condensed by magic at the door, walked to the burning fireplace in the room, skillfully grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fire, clearing the air.

He cleared his throat and read clearly.

"The Lovegoods."


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