Harry Potter: The Age of Magic

Chapter 239 Mr. Weasley’s Secret

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Seeing Dumbledore take out the Elder Wand, Rosie was stunned for an instant!

Since the Elder Wand has always been in Dumbledore's hand, what happened to the broken Elder Wand that Albert took out?!!

Although I didn’t have close contact with it, I saw it with my own eyes! What’s more, the restoration was so impressive, how could it not be the Elder Wand?

If the Elder Wand is fake, have Mr. Weasley, Albert and even Voldemort been deceived?

Or is this all someone's arrangement?

If that's the case, then what do Christina's and the Wilson family's sacrifices mean?

…

Rosie, whose mind was in a state of confusion, didn't even know how she was brought back to the Ministry of Magic by Theseus, and how she left the Ministry of Magic.

She wandered aimlessly, recalling every detail of the previous main mission in her mind.

Then, she thought of Christina again.

Although they met not long ago, she has really regarded Christina, this beautiful, generous, enthusiastic and lovely girl as her best friend!

She didn't know if Christina, who existed in the main timeline, had a chance to be resurrected.

Her fingers tightly pinched the tassel that fell off Christina's clothes. After an unknown amount of time, Rosie, who was deeply saddened, walked near Brantania's library.

"Why did you let Albert take away the broken Elder Wand? You should have been able to stop it, right?"

Potter smiled bitterly, "It's my fault. I didn't expect that even if the Elder Wand is broken, it will still be full of temptations for those dark wizards."

However, as a private detective, it is natural for the other party to charge a consulting fee.

It's really a parallel space...

"We are still investigating, but we haven't found any clues yet. Well... Rossi, these things are not accessible to you at this stage. Don't ask too much. When you can help in the future, we will naturally tell you.

you,"

"Mr. Weasley!"

Taking a step back to avoid the warm fingers on her lips, she asked:

It wasn't until half an hour later that he raised his head seriously and looked directly at Rossi with his deep eyes: "There is a small issue that you didn't explain clearly. I need to confirm with you again."

These are just game settings!

Rosie murmured in her heart, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked her question:

Looking around, she saw an orange stray cat passing in front of her very quickly.

"I'm so useless, I lost track of you!" Rossi gasped, holding on to the wall in frustration.

"are you looking for me?"

Even after Rossi finished telling everything, he just said "wait a moment" and then concentrated on sketching on the paper.

But at this time, Rosie no longer cared about the orange cat. Her eyes were fixed on a familiar figure in a suit at the end of the street:

"I guess it was Mr. Weasley who buried it there..."

Rosie immediately took steps to chase after him, but the distance was a bit far after all. Even if she used the skill of revealing footprints and chased him two streets away, she still couldn't find any trace of him.

After following Sherlock into his room, perhaps because she wanted to talk to someone, or perhaps out of trust in the name Holmes, Rosie recounted everything she encountered during the main mission.

Sherlock tapped his pen on the table: "Let's make an assumption for now. Assume that the broken Elder Wand is real. Then, where did it come from?"

When it reached the entrance of the alley, it suddenly paused and turned back: "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Lina!"

Just when she grabbed the fluffy powder and prepared to sprinkle it, a slightly arrogant voice came from the alley next to her:

"No, that's not the case."

"Work hard to become stronger. If you can become strong enough when I am ready, I will take you to my hometown, to Narnia, to find the power to control your destiny!"

Sherlock raised his cane and pointed to an open door next to him, and said in a humorous and interesting tone, "Look, that's my home. Isn't it fate?"

Hearing this, Sherlock closed the notebook with a snap, capped the pen, and tapped the notebook a few times:

"That's all very clear."

"Well, you ask, Mr. Holmes."

"You mean, Mr. Weasley is the real mastermind of this matter?"

"A strange era?" Rossi asked in surprise.

After a pause, she sighed sadly again:

"If the Wilson family is destined to perish, then I'm afraid she..."

Comforting herself in her heart, she took out ten galleons and put them on the table, thanking her again:

"Thank you for your analysis and answers, Mr. Holmes!"

Potter smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There is a troublesome guy in this world. In order to deal with it, we must hide our real names."

"How much do you know about duplicate invitations?"

"That human in front, get out of the way!"

"I'm really looking forward to it. Maybe in this world, wizards and Muggles can finally coexist peacefully!"

After that, it ran out of the alley and disappeared.

Rossi looked back and saw the orange cat he saw before jumping gracefully from the eaves.

"I heard a saying not long ago, 'I am the master of my own destiny'!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of Sherlock's room.

This man is clearly Sherlock Holmes.

Thinking about it, a name flashed in Rossi's mind.

Rosie muttered secretly and spoke again with some embarrassment:

"I have another question. Do you know what happened in the copy? In other words, do you have that memory?"

Rossi subconsciously took a step back.

"In the cemetery of the village of Otter St. Catchpol." Rosie was a little surprised. She had just told her story when she was on the regular job.

Finding an alley less traveled by, Rosie took out the high-end floo powder. She planned to go back to the top of the Wilson Manor to try her luck. Maybe Mr. Weasley was still there.

"Destined?"

"Huh? Isn't this the cat that Tang Taige is looking for?"

While Sherlock listened to Rosie's description, he wrote and drew in his notebook.

"Of course I know who you are. If you hadn't... hum~ I wouldn't waste my time."

Sherlock shook his finger, "I mean, who buried it there? How did anyone else know it was there?"

Before the word "Potter" came out, the other party blocked her mouth with his fingers.

I haven't thought about this issue...

After saying this in a "Give you a chance" tone, it retracted its paws and walked slowly out of the alley.

Am I the master of my own destiny? I have no control over my destiny?

"In the history I know, the Wilson family will perish due to the scourge of the lich..."

As if he didn't expect that she would grab him in excitement, without checking, she grabbed Mr. Weasley's arm.

"That Mr. Weasley, since the emergence of the Philosopher's Stone and the Elder Wand is related to him, he must have played a key role in this matter."

"Miss Rossi, you look confused. Did something happen? Maybe you can talk to me. Maybe I can help you."

Her gaze passed over his mouth, past the green eyes behind the half-moon glasses, and finally stopped on his forehead, on the lightning-shaped scar.

Yes, I have to go find him to confirm the authenticity and whereabouts of the Elder Wand, so that I can determine whether he is the real culprit behind the scenes!

Thinking of this, Rossi looked at Sherlock gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Holmes, your wisdom does not live up to this name at all!"

"I still have things to do. We can talk about it later, Rosie. Don't tell others about us."

Thinking about it in his mind, Rossi suddenly thought of the words he just used:

Is that Mr. Weasley?

Rossi nodded slightly, agreeing with his statement. After thinking for a moment, he asked:

"You said before that the ending of history cannot be changed, and even if destiny deviates for a moment, it will eventually return to its origin? What does this mean?"

"This sounds weird." Sherlock chuckled and continued, "You don't have to thank me. Since you have taught me so much secret knowledge, I will give you a 10% discount on the consulting fee.

Galleons will do."

Hearing his voice, Rossi turned around in surprise and joy, grabbing the other person's arm excitedly, "I have something very important to ask..."

Potter explained. Seeing that she was about to open her mouth again, he took the first step and said, "You don't need to delve into these things for now. When you grow up enough, you will naturally understand all of this."

Recognizing who she wanted to ask, Potter nodded, but said nothing more.

Although it felt a little strange, Rossi still replied politely:

"My name is Rosie."

Potter touched the lightning scar that was accidentally exposed on his forehead, "Uh...it seems like having a very famous logo is not a good thing."

After being silent for a while, she thought of something again, raised her eyes and asked:

Rossi looked up and saw a man in a suit standing next to him with a cane, looking at him with a smile:

"Why are you here? I mean, in this day and age?"

"ah?"

With that said, Potter took a step back and disappeared into the night wind.

Potter shrugged helplessly, "As you can see, we have to stay in this strange era for a while."

"Yes, in my memory, wizards in this era were not as, uh... free as they are now."

"Don't say my real name, Rosie."

"Well... I thought it was damaged and useless, so I didn't take it seriously."

"The most important thing is that the Dark Lord Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, which should have happened in 1945, but we are now in 945! Do you understand, this is very close to the time in my memory

A thousand years. But there are so many people and things that are compatible with each other. Doesn’t it sound strange to you?"

At this moment, Mr. Weasley's voice sounded from behind Rosie.

"It? Who is it?"

Just as Rosie was about to laugh, she saw it coming to her side, raising its paws and putting them on her legs.

Silence! Silence!

Ten seconds later, Rossi suddenly figured out a lot of things. He figured out why he was able to force Voldemort back. He figured out why Theseus said there was no such person in the Weasley family. He figured out why there was a fracture.

The Elder Wand even figured out why the game was called Harry Potter: Age of Magic!

She suppressed the surprise in her heart and looked into his green eyes with calm but unconcealable excitement:

Looking at the place where he disappeared, Rosie muttered depressedly, "I haven't asked yet whether Christina can be resurrected..."

"You just said, 'we'? Then...she is here too?"

"Why? What? You have become stronger and I can't even mention your name?"

"This possibility is not ruled out, but whether it is a deliberate calculation or an unintentional promotion depends on you to judge. After all, you are the only one who truly knows him."

Rosie stood up in shock. She couldn't believe this inference.

"There was a little accident." Potter looked away and said with nostalgia, "While operating her improved time turner, I accidentally input too much magic power, and the result..."

It turns out that this is the case... The demise of the Wilson family and Christina's death were actually destined...

"It is the result of interference in parallel time and space. It is her achievement and an experiment."

At this time, a golden-red firework bloomed in the distant sky.

Well...it actually costs money!!!

Rosie suddenly felt dumbfounded.

"Isn't this Miss Rossi? Why does she look so lost?" A rather familiar male voice suddenly sounded in Rossi's ears.

Thinking like this, she followed the orange cat's back with her eyes. In just a few moments, the orange cat's figure disappeared from her sight.

Hmm... I can't contact you at this stage? Am I not level enough? Or is the subsequent main line not yet open?

"Weasley? Are you calling yourself Harry Weasley now? Or..."

Having said this, Potter sighed and turned his green eyes to the rising crescent moon.

"No no no!"

Growing enough should mean that my current level and strength are not enough!

Rossi couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Mr. Holmes..."

Sherlock laughed a few times:

Rosie raised her eyes, and a gust of breeze blew gently, blowing away the hair that covered most of Mr. Weasley's face.

A very arrogant voice sounded behind her, "That's just the weak looking for excuses for their incompetence!"

Potter smiled and shook his head:

"Of course not. I don't want to turn myself into a lunatic."

"Eh... you're just leaving right now?"

Do I have? What do I have?

Just as Rossi was wondering, a light suddenly lit up where Rina had touched her leg.

Immediately afterwards, the system prompt sounded:

"Received the mission - to become stronger. Rina said that only those who are strong enough are worthy of becoming its teammates and returning to the world of Narnia with it... Mission time limit: one year."

Eh? The mission actually triggered?

Go back to Narnia with it?

Rosie suddenly felt that the name looked familiar, Narnia...The Chronicles of Narnia?!!

Are there other magic IPs interspersed in this game?

(End of chapter)