Audrey narrowed her eyes: "...Do you think my memory is bad?"
"No, no, it's not Neville's memory ball. It's a memory ball that I made with the help of Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, based on the Pensieve. It can really store memories.
Edward scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "This contains the memories of our acquaintance... I know it's very straight, boring, and uninteresting... but..."
Audrey took the crystal ball and laughed, "No, it contains your memories. There are not many things in this world that are more precious than a person's memories, right?"
She moved closer. "Tell me quietly, do you specifically select memories that show your wisdom and bravery?"
"Well, except for some contaminated and harmful memories, I stuffed them all in."
"Wow! Do you even have memories of taking a bath?"
"…"
Damn! It seems to be true!
Edward quickly reached out to grab it, "Wait for me to deal with it."
"No! There's no point in taking back something you've given away."
Audrey patted his shoulder vigorously and said seriously, "Don't worry, I will definitely appreciate it seriously."
"…"
Edward breathed a sigh of relief and held out his hand like she had just done: "What about mine?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that."
Audrey smiled and walked closer again, staring into Edward's eyes, getting closer and closer, then stood on tiptoe.
Edward could clearly feel her breath gently touching his cheek. As he watched her face getting closer and closer, his heart beat faster: Is she going to...
At this moment, she tilted her head slightly, rubbed Edward's cheek, leaned close to his ear and smiled softly: "You don't think... I want to give you a kiss."
"…"
Audrey took a step back and handed a notebook to Edward: "Here, this is a commemorative notebook I made for you.
Edward opened the notebook and found that there were one or two magical paintings of Audrey every few pages. She was wearing various clothes and posing in various postures. Each one was so cute and beautiful.
"cough."
She coughed and said, "Come to think of it, we have the same idea. The gifts we sent are... all similar things."
Edward laughed. "That's called telepathy."
"Hmph! Go to sleep, you!"
She stood on tiptoe with her hands behind her back, backing away and saying, "By the way, there are some things that girls shouldn't take the initiative to do~"
With that, she turned and walked towards the Slytherin common room.
Edward was left standing there in a daze.
Suddenly, Susie walked out of the shadows. She sighed helplessly, "Oh, I'm really worried about you."
She stared at Edward for a moment, shook her head, and chased after Audrey.
Edward scratched his head in confusion:
Have I been looked down upon by a dog?
...
Ottery St. Catchpole.
Xenophilius Lovegood fell asleep on the sofa with a bottle of sherry in his hand. He didn't drink often, but when it was a family reunion holiday, he would get drunk and sleep until the next day as if nothing had happened.
Luna took a small shovel and laboriously shoveled a path in front of the door from the snow that had accumulated all day. Then she let out a long sigh and looked back at her home.
This house, which looks like a chess piece, is now hung with all kinds of strange decorations. Some of them flash lights, some move by themselves, and some even make sounds with the wind.
It looks even weirder.
Little Luna put the shovel against the wall, walked to the door and stomped the remaining snow off her shoes, and then planned to go back to the house.
Rustle, rustle.
At this time, the sound of footsteps on snow was heard.
She looked back and saw that a gray-black animal had appeared in the snow. It had two horns and a slightly large nose. If you ignore its body, it would look like a monkey with horns at first glance.
"Curved-Horned Snorlax?!"
Luna's eyes widened, thinking she was hallucinating, but she rubbed her eyes and found it was still standing there.
"It's really you?!"
She was surprised at first, then she thought of something and said in a panic, "You, are you here to take Mom away? No! You've been here once, you can't come a second time! Go, go!"
She picked up the shovel again.
"Teacher, don't scare her." A voice sounded.
The Crooked-Horned Snorkle stared at Luna for a while, then took a few steps back and disappeared into the darkness again.
"Have you left?"
Luna breathed a sigh of relief, but soon regretted that she shouldn't have chased it away. Maybe it could help her see her mother.
Oh, that voice just now!
Just as she thought of this, many harassing horseflies appeared in her sight.
Then a blonde woman in a white dress came out. She walked closer with a gentle smile on her face: "Your name is Luna?"
"Yes, it is."
Luna didn't know why her heart suddenly started beating fast and she swallowed unconsciously, "Who are you?"
"Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Ariana."
Ariana stopped three or four meters away. She smiled as she glanced past Luna and looked behind her. "Do you want to see your mother in person?"
"!!!"
Luna's pupils bulged, and she said without hesitation, "I do."
"Okay, as long as you are willing to be my student, I can teach you... a magical 'magic' that can allow you to see your mother and talk to her."
"real?"
"certainly."
"I am willing to be your student."
Ariana nodded slightly, took out a crystal, and said with a smile:
"Come on, then."
...
In the following days, Hogwarts was still immersed in the atmosphere of Christmas joy—of course, only for the students.
Dumbledore rushed between the Ministry of Magic and school every day. Every time he saw Edward, he would sigh and regret running for Minister of Magic. As for the professors, some were helping Dumbledore, while others were starting to use this time to act out their roles. They were actually busier than before the holiday.
Edward and Audrey traveled around the world to several places with completely different cultural styles these days, and finally completed the thorough digestion of the Recorder Potion.
In other words, he could take the potion and advance to Sequence 5 [Wandering Mentor].
The Traveler's Potion and the Shepherd's Extraordinary Characteristics were not difficult for Edward to obtain. The trouble was in setting up special coordinates for four different worlds.
The Harry Potter world is one, the reality of the Lord of Mysteries is one, and the spirit world is one. So what is the fourth one?
The astral world where the gods live? Or the spiritual world? Or the world in Groselle's Travels?
These have to be tried one by one.
With two days left before heading to the Mysterious Main World, Edward successfully set one of the coordinates in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.
At breakfast, Audrey and Susie arrived at the restaurant and saw Edward writing something in a sheepskin notebook. When they got closer, they found that he was copying a book - a second-year spells course book at Hogwarts.
Lilith sat on the side, struggling to hold a small magic wand in her claws, muttering something from time to time and waving the wand.
"Edward, are you writing a magic learning guide for Miss Lilith?"
Edward looked up and said, "It's a guide to learning magic, but it's not for Lilith."
"Huh? Who's that?"
"Ahem, I plan to be sacrificed along with those things."
Audrey understood.
"I can get something in return from the abilities and knowledge I impart. If such a being learns magic, I think he will definitely give me a big surprise."
"…"
Audrey was stunned. You are even planning to take advantage of the gods? You are so bold.
"Ahem, it's just a try. I don't think that person would reject it."
Edward closed the parchment book and took out the shopping list again: "The only things missing from this list now are some relatively large mechanical equipment and outrageous things like the F35 fighter jets."
This is also the result of their wandering around the world these days.
In fact, books on seemingly advanced technical principles such as nuclear fusion and nuclear fission are not as top state secrets and difficult to obtain as Edward initially thought - in fact, books on these related principles can be bought everywhere.
For things like atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs, and nuclear power plants, the difficulty has never been in the technology and principles, but in the actual operations to build them.
"Well, it seems to me that you want to try to bring these things back as well?"
"I'm still thinking about it. According to the information I found, although we don't have F35s now, we have F15s, which are considered the most advanced fighter jets in the world. If we can get one back... it would be a great achievement."
"I didn't think about it before because the suitcase Professor McGonagall sent didn't have enough space. Sirius happened to send a bigger one, and I thought... it would be a bit of a waste if I didn't make good use of it."
Audrey was silent for a few seconds, "Where can I get it?"
"Remember the country where I went to buy dolls?" Edward scratched his cheek. "There seemed to be some military bases there, and I had a very bad impression of their country, so..."
As they were talking about this, Professor McGonagall walked over quickly and said, "Edward, Audrey, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you."
"OK."
The two followed Professor McGonagall all the way to the headmaster's office.
"Professor McGonagall, I heard that you often leave Hogwarts these days and go to the Muggle world to play the role of an audience member?"