great-warnovel Chapter 190 A humble residence is not a humble one
Chapter 190 A humble residence is not a humble one
Chapter 190 A humble residence is not a humble one
In the years since the war, many excellent wizards have thought about dispelling the fairy curse, since simple nuclear radiation would not be so stubborn.
But without exception, they all failed. As the highest achievement of the fairies, the Winter Friendship Curse, in a form that wizards could not understand, was attached to the radioactive dust and multiplied and spread on its own as it continued to spread.
Although curses are not very effective against wizards in order to highlight their stickiness and self-replication capabilities, they are extremely destructive to the environment. The fairies originally intended to destroy the real world.
After more than 20 years of fruitless research and attempts, most wizards gave up on breaking the curse and instead considered cleaning up the radiation first. This is why the top spellcasting journal, Postwar Spellcasting Research, attaches great importance to the magic of sapphire.
Bill traveled to the Cairo pyramid complex, where the last small group of wizards gathered, hoping to break the curse of the fairies. Because the curse was so ancient and profound, they could only find similarities in the ruins that were almost mythical.
The ancient Celts, Babylonians, Greeks, and Egyptians are most famous for the curse found in the pyramids, although the truth has never been revealed.
Because so many people were coming to the house, Mr. Arthur had expanded his kitchen in advance, creating a large round table large enough for everyone to sit at. The children had already eaten dinner, so Molly and Augusta prepared plenty of snacks and fruit tea for everyone to have a tea party.
Bill was a cool and handsome young man, tall and thin, with the Weasleys' signature red hair tied in a ponytail. He also wore a strangely shaped earring on one ear, which swayed with his head like a small golden fan. He said it was a burial item brought from the pyramids, but he personally lifted the curse on it.
Mrs. Longbottom, on the other hand, was a stern-looking old lady. She also learned about Harry, Harry, and his two companions capturing the Death Eaters. She intercepted the apology letter Dumbledore sent to the Longbottoms and said that it was perfectly fine to do so, and that the Longbottoms should have such descendants.
After listening attentively to Ron's account of how the four children defeated Alecto, she patted Neville on the shoulder, praising him for doing a great job by severing the Iron Man's hand holding the wand with a single blow.
This made the chubby boy blush.
She rarely praised Draco, saying, "You're great, kid! Don't let the Malfoy name down." This brought tears to Draco's eyes.
As an older generation member of Longbottom, the old woman sighed somewhat, noting that fewer and fewer ancient surnames were available.
They've now put aside their prejudices against the Malfoys, whom they used to dislike, since they only have one child left.
She also gave special thanks to Hermione, who spared no effort in teaching her grandson how to look after him, and filled her plate with lots of jelly and pudding. Grandmothers always like to feed their grandchildren, and Hermione never refused food, which made the two of them cherish each other very much.
The Weasleys didn't object to Dumbledore's actions. Mrs. Molly was pleased with the growth of her least outstanding son; they were too busy to spare much attention for each child.
The eldest and second eldest were both exceptionally bright; the youngest, though unusually old-fashioned for the Weasleys, was also a worry-free child; the twins, while infuriating, consistently achieved excellent grades, even the youngest daughter before starting school...
They all showed outstanding talent, except for the youngest son, who has always seemed mediocre. Perhaps his skill in Wizard Chess is an advantage, but he is too young and inconspicuous in this family.
In White Mountain Village, the wizards had so many things to do every day that Mrs. Weasley wished she could be divided into eight parts. Yet, she still managed to have so many children, more than any other wizarding family combined. It was nothing short of a miracle.
Many people are asking if the Pewter family has any daughters they would like to marry, but unfortunately, both of Mrs. Molly's brothers sacrificed themselves in the fight against the Green Flame Party. The two of them fought five elite Death Eaters single-handedly, and in the end, they killed three of them and seriously injured one, which was quite heroic.
However, no one has heard of any other family members being active since, and the Pwett family has effectively become extinct.
George and Fred didn't stay still in their seats for long before running back to their room to tinker with something. The clanging sounds coming from upstairs made Molly yell at them several times.
Mr. Arthur, curious about his daughter's gun barrel wand, took it and happily swung it around, which resulted in a series of gunshots that startled the ghouls in the attic into a frenzy.
As night deepened, the children grew sleepy.
"Get a good night's sleep tonight, and Ron will show you around the village tomorrow," Madam Molly instructed. "We can also do what we can." Hermione could tell that there were many things to do every day in this newly established settlement, and the adults probably didn't have much energy to take care of them. She guessed that Ron had helped out when he was home before, and she didn't want their arrival to cause trouble for the Weasleys.
"Oh, what a thoughtful child." Molly gave Hermione a loving hug.
"We can go for a walk in the cotton fields tomorrow, and I can take you guys to catch goblins!" Ron raised his hand and said, something he'd been doing since he was a kid.
Mrs. Weasley arranged rooms for everyone. Mr. Arthur's recent expansion was quite impressive. Even though Hermione said she could share a room with Ginny, they still reserved a separate room for each of the new children.
Hermione and the others toured Ron's room, which, to put it mildly, lived up to everyone's stereotypes: an old bed, messy sheets and blankets embroidered with Quidditch elements, and a fish tank with aquatic plants but no fish. Mrs. Weasley seemed to have left it untouched since he left for the Christmas holidays, leaving it looking exactly the same.
Hermione's room was on the third-floor platform, next to Ginny's room, and beyond that was the twins' room. Although it wasn't large, it was well-lit and not too dark during the day. Her bed and blankets were old, but Mrs. Molly had washed them carefully, and they had a faint lavender scent.
The noise of boys playing around came from upstairs. Percy was yelling at them, but the twins retorted without hesitation, saying that the guests could do whatever they wanted.
Hermione threw herself onto the soft bed, listening to the various sounds coming from the small building: the occasional howling of ghouls, Ginny humming a cheerful tune, and downstairs, the quiet conversation between Madam Longbottom and Madam Molly. Everything was wonderful, and a homely atmosphere, different from Hogwarts, welled up in her heart.
"Home, ah, it's so good—"