"Not entirely. The biggest difference between potions and magic is that there is no threshold to becoming a Beyonder. As long as there is a potion, everyone can become a Beyonder. That's why the upper echelons of various countries are willing to take the initiative to cooperate with the church."
"But wizards are born that way. If they are, they are. If they are not, they are not. The leaders of various countries can basically gain no benefits from cooperating with wizards, except that they have a boss riding on their heads."
"In fact, even your world is far from achieving the 'greater good' that Dumbledore and his friends want. Ordinary people also know nothing about Extraordinary people. The two sides are not divided into two different races or classes, with one ruling the other. There are Extraordinary people at the top of each country, and there are also ordinary nobles like your father."
"On the contrary, official Beyonder organizations like the Nighthawks exist not to rule or manipulate ordinary people, but to protect them - and they are even willing to sacrifice themselves for this."
At this point, Edward suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment: "Ahem, what I just said was purely 'keyboard politics', just listen to it."
Audrey was puzzled: "Key politics?"
"Well, it's just verbal politics, all talk and no action. Many men get together and more or less engage in keyboard politics, criticizing current affairs, calling this leader stupid, calling that leader foolish, just to show off their toughness."
She chuckled, "You're just a boy... and a man."
Edward shrugged helplessly, unable to refute.
After they finished their butterbeer, they walked out of the Three Broomsticks. The cold wind blew in their faces and made them shrink at the same time - it was too warm in the bar just now, and they were only wearing thin wizard robes.
Edward waved his wand and put thick clothes on Audrey and himself.
"Huh?"
Audrey looked towards the Hog's Head Pub not far away. "Is that Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore?"
Aberforth was lying on his old goat, sleeping soundly in the snow. The old goat stared at him with innocent eyes and struggled from time to time, but Aberforth held him too tightly and he couldn't break free at all, so he could only bleat from time to time.
The two looked at each other. At about the same time last week, this old brother got drunk and lost his sheep. Today, the sheep was not lost, but he just fell asleep in the snow holding it?
There was no way he could just ignore it, so Edward walked over and patted him: "Mr. Dumbledore, wake up."
He waved his hands and muttered, "Don't worry about me, I won't die."
I'm worried that your precious sheep will be crushed to death by you soon!
Edward had no choice but to cast a zombie floating spell on Aberforth, making his limbs and whole body seem to be tied by invisible ropes, and leading him back to the Hog's Head Inn like a kite.
The place was empty with no customers at the moment. Several tables were piled with empty wine bottles and the floor was a mess and had not been cleared up.
Edward turned a table into a sofa, put Aberforth down, and tied the old sheep to the sofa leg with a rope.
"Okay, let's go back."
But Audrey didn't move. She looked up at the wall of the bar and murmured, "I know why I felt that lady looked familiar in Godric's Hollow last week."
"What?"
Audrey pointed to the painting of Arianna hanging on the wall: "Look."
Edward was stunned and looked over.
After a moment of trance, the image of Ms. Cecilia appeared in my mind and slowly overlapped with Ariana in the painting.
In this comparison, Cecilia is clearly the adult version of Ariana!
One of them was only thirteen or fourteen years old (Ariana was 14 when she died), and the other was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. There were indeed obvious differences in their appearances, but their eyes and expressions were very similar.
Edward was also a little confused for a moment, "That's impossible, Ariana was obviously dead a long time ago... We even saw her tombstone."
"Besides, even if she wasn't dead, she should be an old lady over a hundred years old now, but that Lady Cecilia is no more than thirty years old at most. /二/八,墈′书-王· _首`發`"
The key point is that Ariana really died in the original book.
He took out the gold coin and threw it.
The gold coin flipped several times in the air, flew out of his hand, and fell to the ground, motionless.
The divination failed.
Edward frowned, "Maybe it's just a coincidence. Lady Cecilia just happens to look like Ariana. We just think too much. Maybe she has some blood relationship with the Dumbledore family, and they look alike from different generations?"
Audrey suggested, "Well, how about... going back and taking a look? Isn't Ariana's tomb in Godric's church?"
"good!"
The two of them held hands tacitly, and with a crackling sound, they twisted and disappeared.
...
A week later, the two came to Godric's Hollow again.
At this moment, the sky in the valley had darkened. Lights were turned on in the cottages, and green smoke was rising from the chimneys. It was quiet and peaceful.
But they had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery. They went straight to the cemetery in the church and to the graves of Dumbledore's mother and sister.
Edward flipped a gold coin: "Ariana is buried in this grave."
The head facing upwards indicates affirmation.
Edward breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure enough... is it just a coincidence?"
"Look, this matter is actually very easy for you to confirm."
Audrey laughed, "Well, do you want to go meet that lady again and confirm it on the spot?"
He thought for a moment and said a classic Chinese quote: "Well, now that we are here."
He transformed a stone into a walking stick and tried to use the Divining Rod Technique, but failed.
Edward was not surprised, because the divination rod method often requires the assistance of items related to the target person.
Audrey suggested, "Why don't we go to the bar and ask?"
The two put on invisibility cloaks and Apparated to the vicinity of the bar. After making sure that there was no one around, they took off their invisibility cloaks and walked into the bar.
"welcome..."
The boss was slightly surprised as soon as he greeted me, "Huh? Aren't you the couple from last week? I haven't seen you for a week, and I thought you left?"
"Two glasses of juice, please."
Edward sat down at the bar. "Boss, I'd like to ask, do you know Ms. Cecilia who brought us here last week?"
"Of course I do."
He smiled and said, "She is the granddaughter of Old Goth. When she was little, she often came to the bar with Old Goth. Old Goth is not a reliable person. She was so young at the time, but he actually let her drink. Tsk!"
"Excuse me, where does the old Goth family live? Ms. Cecilia helped us last time, and we want to thank her in person."
"It's the one at the very outside of the village. It's easy to find."
"OK, thanks."
A few minutes later, the two came to a yard that was also covered with green vines. Unlike the surrounding area, it was pitch black here and there seemed to be no one.
"Hello, is Ms. Cecilia here?"
No one responded.
Edward used the gold coin to divine again: "There is no one in the house in front of me."
Heads up.
Edward hesitated for a moment, but decided to go in and take a look.
This is a house with a similar layout to Dumbledore's. Everything in the room is very old, but very clean. There is a picture frame hanging on the wall at the entrance, in which is a loving old couple snuggling together.
There were two bedrooms in the room. One was locked and seemed to have been sealed for a long time, while the other had some signs of having been lived in recently. Edward quickly found a golden hair from the bedside.
Just as I was about to use divination, I heard Audrey muttering softly: "We are good people, we are good people, we are good people."
"…What are you mumbling about?"
Audrey said unnaturally, "It always feels bad to break into someone else's house without permission..."
"What about when we broke into Professor Dumbledore's house earlier?"
She wrinkled her nose. "That's different!"
Edward smiled and was about to use the hair to tell fortunes when he heard a lock being unlocked downstairs. Then a figure pushed the door open and walked in. It was a blonde woman.
But it was not Ms. Cecilia whom I had met before.
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The two looked at each other, and the doubts that had just been dispelled in the cemetery rose again.
Perhaps this is Cecilia's sister?
The two quietly left the house and came to the outside of the yard: "Hello, is Cecilia here?"
The blonde woman opened the door and asked in confusion: "I am, may I ask who you are..."
It's confirmed, whether or not the Cecilia from last week was Ariana, there's definitely something wrong with her!
"Oh sorry, we found the wrong place."
"Ah?" She was a little confused, but you clearly called my name just now.
Edward and Audrey left in a hurry.
"So the lady from last week was this Cecilia in the eyes of the villagers... Was it a Confusion Spell?"
Edward frowned, "But the divination results clearly show that she is not a witch."
With [Genius on the Left], divination will only fail due to lack of clues or involvement of high-level figures. Once successful, the result is free from interference and misleading.
"Hmm, could it be that someone else helped cast the spell?"
"That's a possibility."
Edward lowered his head and thought for a while. "Do you think we need to tell Professor Dumbledore about this? Although it has been proven that there is something wrong with that lady, it is hard to say what the actual situation is."
Audrey said decisively: "What we should consider now is whether she approached us on purpose and what her purpose is in approaching us." After a pause, "Especially when the Death Eaters and goblins are preparing to attack Hogwarts!"
"Okay, go find Dumbledore."
...
The two first returned to the Pig's Head Bar.
Aberforth was awake by now, and was lazily cleaning the bar. He had magic but he chose not to use it. He just cleaned up slowly.
He waved and said hello: "Thank you for sending me back just now. Actually, it's not a big problem for me to take a nap outside. I'm not as weak as Albus."