Chapter 102 Conversation With Lovewood 1

[The Ministry of Magic acknowledges that the Hogwarts estate shows that the unknown person mortgaged it.]

"In a brief communication today at noon, Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge confirmed the news that the land certificate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was temporarily mortgaged at the Gulinge Wizard Bank.

("I regret to confirm that the property certificate, originally belonging to the Slytherin family and the headquarters of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was recently mortgaged by an unknown individual at Gulinge Pavilion in exchange for a large amount of currency from a Muggle country," said Connelly Fudge.)

"We have solid evidence to believe that this conspiracy against the magical world stems from the revenge of one or more renegades who followed the shaman who cannot be named.")

"But please, do not panic. With the Ministry of Magic's efforts to communicate, the Gulinge Wizard Bank has agreed to fully support and cooperate with the work of the Ministry of Magic to save Hogwarts. That is to say, only a sufficient amount of gold can be raised to complete the exchange, and the Ministry of Magic will be able to purchase Hogwarts directly from Gulinge..."

"The Minister's positive response allows us to see the growth and action of the Ministry of Magic, and at the same time, we have not yet received any comment from Albus Dumbledore on this matter. He is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the chief wizard of Wiesengam. But in the last 24 hours, he has not issued any warnings or done anything to the people as usual, and we must begin to wonder if our expectations of this elderly man are too high..."

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"Father, I'm afraid you have to change the manuscript again. Dumbledore did not respond to the outside world."

The girl who was reading the newspaper paused, raised her head, and looked at the witch writing at the table desk and said.

She had messy, dirty blonde hair down to her waist, very light eyebrows, and a butterbeer cork necklace around her neck.

The man she called her father was a whimsically looking wizard with white hair shoulder-length, the peaks of his hat hung straight in front of his nose, and he wore a dazzling egg-yolk yellow robe. A gold necklace hung around his neck, with a strange flashing symbol, very much like a triangular eye.

"No, this simply explains my reasoning, my dear little Luna."

As if majesty were provoked, the wizard said seriously without hesitation, "Hogwarts is a living magical castle. As the recognized headmaster of the school, Albus Dumbledore knows more than magic. There are many more idiots in the ministry. You see, how simple it is. The only person who can really sell a house is the actual occupant of the house, not the owner of the paper."

This is the Lovegood family residence.

Since the hostess of the house, Pandora Lovegood, unexpectedly died last year after making a great mistake while trying a spell, only Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of The Opposite Heart, and his only daughter, Luna Lovegood, were dependent on each other.

At this moment, Mr. Lovegood is preparing the manuscript for the new issue of "The Opposite Heart," and his daughter Luna is reading the cover of "Special Supplement - The Daily Prophet" to inspire her father, although most of the time, Mr. Lovegood seems to be practicing antonymous writing.

"Well, if that's the case, why don't people try to send owls directly to Hogwarts to inquire about Professor Dumbledore?"

Luna glanced sideways and continued to ask, turning the newspaper upside down in her hand, seeming to enjoy the conversation.

"Oh, Luna. I recall the question you asked before, don't I?" Mr. Lovegood said, a little annoyed. "That's not enough. A qualified reporter should always remember the questions they asked."

"But you also said that sometimes a qualified reporter needs to ask the same question several times to uncover the truth." The girl replied skillfully, her eyes a little dazed, staring at the newspaper in front of her.

"Well, fine. I would rather say it once more and not have the vulgar mediocres mislead you with incorrect content in the future."

After giving it some thought, Mr. Lovegood set down his quill, stood up, and waved his hand out the window.

A small owl with a slightly flattened head and a bit of eagle-like mane flew into the room from the old begonia tree covered with small red fruits.

"First, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is under magical protection most of the time, and its address is charmed with an extremely powerful spell that cannot be traced. Except for a specific time period of reception, most owls at Watts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry cannot find the location of this school. They can only hover over the Scottish Highlands."

([Untraceable Spell] Click here to expand the explanation)

Touching Luna's long blonde hair, resembling her mother's, Mr. Lovegood continued to explain.

"Second, the owl's communication ability comes from the magic of the name in the ancient contract. A powerful wizard can cast a spell on their name, making it impossible for the owl to track it. Believe me. As the most powerful wizard in the world, Dumbledore, hardly anyone can break the magical protection on his name. Unless he consents, no owl can find him."

As he spoke, he wrote [Albus Dumbledore (received)] on a piece of parchment and handed it to the small owl, while turning his head and shrugging at his daughter, "See, if they cannot recognize the name, then the owl will not react. To them, this is just a small piece of paper with human words difficult to comprehend... isn't it?"

Before the words finished, the man suddenly felt a pulling force on his right hand.

Mr. Lovewood turned his head and saw the little owl with an owl-like head in his house, holding the paper in its hand, flapping its wings excitedly, and trying to fly.

"So... Father, can I understand that Professor Dumbledore is willing to accept your letter?"

Luna blinked and reached out to help her father hold the little owl in his arms, asking curiously.

"Yes... yes! My goodness, Mr. Dumbledore must have read my 'Singing Opposition' and knew he would be interested. Parchment, where is blank parchment, I must hurry to write to him, maybe he knows where the snoring, horned beast is!"

Mr. Lovewood's eyes widened, nodding incredulously and jumping excitedly, rummaging through his workbench.

Seeing her father busy again, Luna shook her head and refocused on where she left off, saying softly, "...but Professor Dumbledore wrote to say he is happy to address some confusions for some wizards."

Standing up, Luna pushed open the window and looked outside.

In the gradually darkening sky, dozens of owls carrying letters crisscrossed the roofs and flew towards the Scottish Highlands.

And farther away, more and more owls gathered and flew in flocks.

Will tomorrow's Hogwarts be very lively? It's a pity that she can't go to school there next year.

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