People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 136 Luna Lovegood
Voldemort: "That leaves only the Invisibility Cloak. What are its characteristics?"

Unknown Little Wizard: "The third holy artifact is a real invisibility cloak."

"It is not a traveling cloak with a Disillusionment Charm or a Smudge or made of the hair of an invisible beast, which would render it invisible at first but would gradually reveal its substance over time."

"It can make a person truly and completely invisible. It is permanent and lasting, and cannot be broken by any spell."

The black cloud that formed Voldemort grew darker. "Are you kidding me? I've never heard of such an invisibility cloak."

Unknown Young Wizard: "This is because invisibility cloaks are not very rare for wealthy wizard families."

"And the real invisibility cloak may be hidden in it. The invisibility cloak itself is invisible, and who can notice that someone's cloak has never changed in appearance. Even if this is the case, it may be that they are mass-customized by the same manufacturer."

Voldemort: "There is another possibility. The descendants of the third brother are engaged in the clothing industry. We all know that whether it is Fengya brand wizard clothing store, or Tofan and Madam Malkin, they sell general clothing, but also high-end products: spell-proof cloaks, gloves, fireproof and acid-proof suits, and invisibility cloaks."

"There are also some magic item shops like Devis Bans. They also sell invisibility cloaks. They must be hiding in them."

"Perhaps we could start by investigating the stores that sell standard invisibility cloaks."

Unknown Young Wizard: "This direction has long been thoroughly investigated by wizards who believe in the Deathly Hallows. Grindelwald is one of the best among them."

Voldemort: "."

He coughed and said, "Think about it, that's the third brother, the descendant of the existence that can deceive the god of death."

"Even if the direction is right, Grindelwald may still fail."

"By the way, do you have any clues?"

Unknown Young Wizard: "The Peverell family. Most of us seekers believe that the Peverell family has a lot to do with the Hallows - a lot to do with it!"

Voldemort: "The Peverells?"

He felt a little familiar. In order to find out his origins, he had searched through the pure-blood pedigree.

Finally, in the sixth grade, he found the Gaunt family through his middle name, Marvolo, and killed the Riddle family that summer, framing his uncle.

It can be said that no one knows the genealogy of the wizard family better than him!
Hey, hey, I am destined to be here!
Unknown Little Wizard: "In Godric's Hollow, there is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the tombstone of Ignotus Peverell."

"This is the most powerful proof! The three brothers in the story are actually the three Peverell brothers, Antioch Cadmus, and Ignotus! They are the original owners of the Hallows!"

Voldemort: "No need to say. I already have a clue!"

The human face made of black mist took a deep breath, and the resurrection stone rotating in its body emitted a red light. The hazy and unknown little wizard in front of it turned into a gray mist, as if he was swallowed by the human face and sank into the stone.

A wizard with advanced brain occlumency can easily call upon his own memories.

Even a casual glimpse of the past years can be retrieved and reviewed.

Therefore, the book that records Gaunt's origins, as well as the fragments in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, can be combined to conclude that
He, Voldemort, the greatest wizard, is also the descendant of Cadmus Peverell!
hum!

Beedle the Bard? Ridiculous!
Cadmus Peverell did not commit suicide before he had children.

The great Slytherin, and Slytherin's descendant Gaunt, are both his descendants.

And Ignotus Peverell, his son had no son.

The most precious treasures in a wizard family are usually inherited by the eldest son, or if there is none, the eldest daughter.

Coincidentally, Ignotus's eldest granddaughter, Iolanthe Peverell, married Linfred's eldest son, Hardwin Potter!
The descendants of Hadwin Porter were divided into two branches.

One group immigrated to the United States.

Abraham Potter, a descendant of this line, was recruited as one of the first twelve Aurors by Josiah Jackson, the first President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

The other branch stayed in the UK, starting with Rolleston Potter, and every descendant after that served in the Wizengamot until Henry Potter, who was called Harry.

Both are very prominent.

It was only because Henry Potter rebuked then-Minister for Magic Archer Evermonde for forbidding the wizarding community to help Muggles during the First World War.

They also lost their positions in the Wizengamot, and the Potter family was excluded from the "Twenty-Eight Holy Clans".

"How amazing!" The black mist representing Voldemort rolled, "Harry Potter! You and I are both descendants of Peverell!"

Henry Potter is Harry Potter's great-grandfather.

Harry Potter is a direct descendant of Hadwin Potter and Iolanth Peverell.

In other words, the puzzle of the invisibility cloak and the position of the Lord of Death is in the hands of this son of prophecy.

He began to believe it was possible.

Although it is also possible that the Invisibility Cloak was stolen to the United States by the American branch, or it was taken away by other wizards in the chaos after he killed the Potters.

But he preferred to believe that it was in Harry Potter's hands.

This is destiny!

With Dumbledore's protection, no one else will be able to take advantage of the Potter family's inheritance.
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"Harry! Harry!" Ron flew towards Harry anxiously.

Fred and George also flew over quickly.

They were now in a paddock at the Weasley family's home on the hill, surrounded by trees. When they were practicing Quidditch, as long as they didn't fly too high, they wouldn't be seen by the people in the village below.

But they couldn't use real Quidditch balls, as it would be hard to tell if they accidentally let them fly over the village, so they just tossed apples to each other.

They took turns riding Harry's Nimbus 2000, which was much better than the others' brooms, and Ron's Shooting Star was often left behind by Butterfly.

Just now, Harry, who was riding Ron's "Meteor", suddenly covered his forehead and fell to the ground.

"Shock absorber to stop speed!" x2!

Two red beams shot out from the wands in Fred and George's hands and hit Harry.

Harry listened to the whirring sounds beside his ears and the exclamations of Ron and the others.

There is peace in my heart.

His hands loosened their grip on the broom and he pressed his hands tightly against his face.

Beneath his finger, the lightning-shaped scar burned as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire into his skin.

In a trance, he seemed to see a ball of black fog and a stone emitting red light.

Then he came to his senses.

The broom had slipped from his hips, but his body fell to the stone ground like a leaf, without any pain at all.

"Great! Fortunately Fred and George acted quickly." Ron breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Harry up.

Harry shook his head. "Where's your broom?"

Ignoring Ron's words 'you are more important'.

He adjusted his glasses and looked around.

The meteor was stuck right in the middle of the branch, intact.

George was hovering there, and seeing that Harry was fine, he chose to go get Ron's broom.

Fred asked, "What happened to you just now? Is it the scar?"

Harry nodded.

Ron gasped and covered his mouth.

Ever since they knew that the back of Quirrell's head was Voldemort, Ron and the others understood one thing: whenever Voldemort approached and 'looked' at Harry, Harry would get a headache on the back of his head.

Ron pulled out his wand and scanned the surroundings carefully. "Does your scar hurt? But... But, Voldemort can't get close to you now, right?"

"I mean, you know that, right? Maybe he's going to hurt you again, right?"

"I don't know, Harry, maybe the curse scar is always a little painful. Let's get down the mountain quickly? Go ask Dad."

Harry was both annoyed and amused, "No, he's not here."

"I just saw him. He was a black fog, and where he was was a swamp."

"Obviously not Devon."

Ron wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and sat down on the ground. "That's good."

"Look at you." Fred pulled Ron up.

"You're really a Gryffindor?" George, who landed on the ground with two brooms in his hand, laughed mockingly.

Ron's ears turned red. "I called the mysterious man by his first name!"

Fred and George: "Who wouldn't dare?" "He's also our professor."

They both believed that Quirrell was so reliable in class because Voldemort was teaching on his behalf.

Quirrell, who gave up on himself and wanted to leave his mark in the classroom: So the good ones are all the Dark Lord's, and the bad ones are all mine??!!!
Ron hesitated, not knowing what to say, but the next second, his eyes lit up, "Harry, you saw Voldemort! Where is he?"

Fred and George: "Merlin's beard!" "Have you seen Voldemort?"

Harry frowned and began to recall: "It was dark there. That's all I remember. And... a stone! There was a symbol on it."

He pulled out his wand and gestured, and a strange triangular eye symbol appeared on the ground.

Ron: "I saw it! On a crazy girl!"

Harry: "Crazy girl?"

Ron shook his head, "I don't know her very well. I just know her last name is Lovegood. Maybe you could ask Ginny."

"Their house is not far from the Burrow. It looks very strange. You can recognize it at a glance. It looks like a big car."

Fred and George: "The big car?" "It's a black cylinder."

Ron: "I'm talking about the rook in chess, the castle! I think you can understand what I mean."

Harry rubbed the scar on his forehead: "So shall we go now?"
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"Is this their home?" Harry looked around and found it really strange.

Ron and the others saw the three signs on the gate at a glance.

First block:
Editor-in-Chief of The Quibbler: X. Lovegood
Second block:
Pick your own bouquet of mistletoe
The third block:
Don't Touch the Airship Lee

"Does this mean we're welcome to come in?" Ron hesitated, not knowing whether he should push open the gate.

Fred and George pushed open the gate.

"Of course!" "Newspaper editors love new things."

What appeared before them was a winding path.

There were all kinds of strange plants growing on both sides, and there was a bush full of orange-red carrot-shaped fruits hanging upside down.

"That's the airship Lee," Fred and George warned. "We'd better not touch it."

Ron followed behind, looking around. "Where's the mistletoe? He wants us to pick one. I think it's best to do as he says."

"Here." A vague voice floated by, followed by a white arm, pointing to a heavy black door.

Two old crabapple trees bent by the wind stood on either side of the gate. Their leaves had fallen, but they were still covered with small red fruits and large canopies of mistletoe crowns adorned with white beads.

A little owl with a slightly flattened head, a bit like an eagle's head, was peering at them from a branch.

"Thank you." Ron said subconsciously and was about to pick it.

But the next second, "Ahhhhh! Ghost!"

The vague voice sounded again.

Ron looked down.

It's a little girl.

She had unkempt, dirty, waist-length blond hair, very light eyebrows, and bulging eyes that gave her a perpetually surprised expression.

Even more bizarre was her attire.

Butterbeer cork necklace, Zeppelin earrings, bare feet.

There was no doubt that she was the crazy girl.

Ron: "Hello, crazy girl. No no. Lovegood, I'm Ginny's brother."

Fred and George: "You are so rude Ron! Hi, I'm George." "Hello, I'm Fred."

Harry: "Hello, I'm—"

Hush! The girl made a gesture to shut up, "I know you are Harry Potter!"

"And you, tall and skinny, but looking silly, definitely not Percy, that's Ron."

"As for you two, you are actually Fred and you are George!"

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Luna, Luna Lovegood. I don't recommend you calling me a crazy girl."

Ron wrinkled his nose. "Silly? Is that what Ginny said about me?"

Fred and George: "You're so clever!" "Sometimes Mum can't tell us apart!"

Harry: "Hello, we have something to ask you. Do you recognize this symbol?"

As he spoke, he took out an apple.

It was just used as a Quidditch prop, but now it has the triangular eye symbol engraved on it.

Luna narrowed her eyes, staring at the symbol, "I'm not sure. But my dad definitely knows it. He knows a lot!"

She knocked three times on the heavy black door, which had round iron nails and an eagle-shaped knocker.

In less than ten seconds, the door opened and a man appeared.

He had cross-eyed eyes, cotton candy-like white hair that fell on his shoulders, a hat with golden tassels that hung down to his nose, and he was wearing a bright green robe that was eye-catching.

He had a necklace made of butterbeer corks around his neck and was also barefoot.

Seeing such a bustling scene in front of the door, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked at the symbol on the apple.

"I see! You are explorers!"

Then he focused his attention on their appearance.

"Well, the Weasleys, and... Harry Potter!"

(End of this chapter)