England, outside the village of Ottery St. Cachpole.

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

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time before the start of dinner, he casually made an excuse and walked out of the main gate, and came to the nearby wizarding settlement that had been established less than half a year ago, centered on Lovegood's house.

In the past month, he has actually worked in the Ministry of Magic for less than half a day every day, and more time has been spent working on another super-large magical project that subverts his values, but is extremely tempting.

In order to avoid Mrs. Weasley's worries, he had to be extra cautious, even if he occasionally went out to discuss things, it was an excuse to visit the Lovegood house next door, chat with the editor-in-chief, Xenophilius Lovegood, and strengthen his friendship, and thank "Bad Songs" for their support of the Weasleys' children.

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

"Arthur, you're here. It's been hard for you these days, Molly isn't suspicious?"

Not far away, an old wizard with a white beard stood on the edge of the sign with his hands behind his back, his dark green placket slightly stained with a few o'clock of evening dew, and it seemed that he had been waiting on the side of the road for a while.

Behind the old wizard, dozens of middle-aged and elderly wizards from abroad also happened to be busy outside their respective huts, some were turning the soil for the vegetable garden, some were decorating their doors with magic, and some were sitting on the eaves with binoculars to study the stars...... It looks extraordinarily lively and serene, which makes people feel certain.

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

Arthur Weasley walked over quickly, without the slightest hesitation, the surrounding residents could be trusted—these were Professor Dumbledore's exact words, and after decades of acquaintance, Mr. Weasley naturally did not fail to believe what the old man said.

"It's just Professor Dumbledore, you can actually go straight to the Burrow, I'm sure Molly ......"

"All right, Arthur. Haven't we already discussed this issue with each other?"

I saw "Dumbledore" smile slightly, a glimmer of light flashed on the half-moon-shaped lens, raised his hand to interrupt Arthur Weasley's words, looked at the middle-aged wizard in front of him with amazing magic transformation technology, and said gently.

"You know, it's not that I don't trust Molly. It's just that there is still a slight difference between transforming an aircraft carrier and transforming a used Ford car. Don't worry, when it's all over, I'll find the right time to tell Molly in person......"

"But ......"

Arthur Weasley suddenly had a strange thought for no reason, in case, Professor Dumbledore was ......

Glancing at Arthur Weasley, who seemed to be a little worried, "Dumbledore" pulled his wand from his sleeve, and shook it nimbly in the air around him a few times, and an invisible magical protective barrier unfolded again.

The sky not far away suddenly darkened, if someone was standing five meters away at this time, maybe he couldn't see what was happening here, and the thin fog gradually began to spread, enveloping the area behind him in a few seconds.

"So, that thing...... Arthur, did you bring it back from the vault?"

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

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted. ”

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

It was a slender and unusual wand, with a brilliant and prominent carving of a wooden knot, inlaid with bones and inscribed with ancient characters that were instantly recognizable even from a distance—Albus Dumbledore's wand, which Mr. Weasley had seen so many times as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and what he had just been thinking.

Someone may be able to emulate Professor Dumbledore's appearance through transfiguration and polyjuice potion, but absolutely no one has the ability to snatch his wand head-on from the hands of the most powerful wizard in the world today, not even Voldemort's resurrection.

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

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

"It's okay, it's not your problem, Professor Dumbledore. I guess it's probably because I'm going back and forth between Ukraine and the UK a lot these days, so I'm a little tired, so I'll just rest early tonight......"

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

After a slight pause, Mr. Weasley took out the light pink lady's purse that suddenly appeared in his vault from his bosom, handed it to Dumbledore, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked with some curiosity.

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

"Hmm, haven't you opened it all the way?"

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

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you open it, this is a noble and far-reaching humanitarian relief operation, and your actions have saved a lot of lives - come out, be safe. ”

"Huh, out, out?"

Arthur Weasley repeated with some confusion, then his eyes widened and he looked ahead in disbelief.

"Mr. Lowe, Mr. Lockhart?!And Mr. Meyer?!, why are you here...... And there's ......"

With the voice of the old wizard, the seemingly ordinary light pink wallet slit quickly expanded, and several figures squeezed out of it and appeared on this clearing - the advanced application of the magic extension charm, if Arthur Weasley remembered correctly, this should be the special prop that Albus Dumbledore applied to the International Federation of Wizards for transformation some time ago.

What was even more puzzling to Mr. Weasley was that in addition to the wizards who had been working with him in the Muggle shipyards in Ukraine, there were more than a dozen Gringotts elves behind those wizards, but they didn't look like the clerks he usually saw in the bank.

What the hell is this......

And so it was...... You've been watching from behind the scenes since a few months ago, like clowns......"

Douglas turned his head and glanced at the white-haired wizard standing in the night, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously muttered, and then sighed and quickly collected his mood, and his eyes brightened again.

"Thanks for saving your life or something, I don't think you'd be interested in hearing it either...... Anyway, let's get down to business! You can tell us what the potatoes in this vast wallet are used for, and what you plan to do next......, right?

The former head of Gringotts' venture capital department gradually returned to the goblin's look, and Douglas looked around at the newly completed wizarding town and grinned.

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

"Well, if nothing else, she's now in the back room through the fireplace, just come with me. ”

The old wizard took out a pocket watch from his bosom and looked at it, replied with a gentle expression, and then turned his head to look at Gilderoy Lockhart, Kurt Mayer and the others who were standing aside, and nodded slightly.

"So, Mr. Weasley, I'll ask you to help me explain. ”

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

Gilderoy Lockhart smiled heartily, his gaze slid over Arthur Weasley, who was standing in the middle of the field, and inadvertently landed on the book in the wizard's hand, and the smile on his face couldn't help but be a little brighter.

"Oh, Arthur, I didn't expect you to buy my book, it's so gracious—I can sign it for you if you need it, and write a message on the front of the book that you want. ”

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

Kurt Meier glanced at Dumbledore (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, coughed lightly, looked at Mr. Weasley, who didn't know how to answer for a while, and said with a smile.

"After all...... Our poor Arthur has limited time to wind down at night, and if he chats too long, he'll probably have to go home and sleep on the floor tonight, right? Of course, I remember sleeping in the garage after the last time I worked overtime?"

Not far away, the night gradually falls, and the smoke wafts through the cooking, exuding an enticing sweetness.

At Hogwarts, Elena was separated from her wings in front of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's office as usual - she had to stay here every weekend to confine, copy sentences, and learn how to control her magical abilities after accidentally breaking the Quidditch Pitch with a Bludger in a previous match.

After saying goodbye to Hermione and the others, he pushed open the door and entered the Dark Defense Professor's office.

Elena walked straight through the magically condensed "holographic projection" of Professor Apocalis in the doorway, walked to the burning fireplace in the room, expertly grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fire, cleared her throat, and read it clearly.

"Lovegood's house. ”