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Chapter 734: The Story of the Three Brothers!!
Hermione looked at Mr. Lovegood.
She sighed, then suddenly asked, "Mr. Lovegood, do you know what the Peverell family has to do with the Deathly Hallows?"
Mr. Lovegood was stunned.
"Aren't you already quite clear about it? And yet you still want me to explain so much?
That's right, the Peverell family is a legendary family believed to have inherited the Deathly Hallows.
We believe that the three brothers in the tale are actually the three brothers of the Peverell family."
Hermione frowned.
She seemed confused, but she didn't pursue the question further.
Instead, she raised another one.
"So, do you know whether the Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand are real?"
"Well, I can't say I know much about the Resurrection Stone," Mr. Lovegood replied slowly, "but I believe the Elder Wand definitely exists.
To possess that wand, one must defeat its current master.
It is said that the wand has been passed down through countless hands, stained with blood, because each of its previous owners has met a violent end."
Hermione rubbed her forehead.
She suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness.
Harry and Ron felt the same.
Even so, they forced themselves to stay alert.
"Well then, would you like to stay for dinner? I can prepare something for you."
As he spoke, Mr. Lovegood hurried downstairs.
Hermione watched his retreating figure, suppressing her sleepiness as she muttered, "He doesn't seem reluctant at all… and what he said doesn't entirely sound true.
The Peverell family… do you know who their descendants are supposed to be?
The Potter family and the Gaunt family.
That's right—the Potters are part of that lineage.
If what he says is true, then Harry's invisibility cloak could actually be one of the Deathly Hallows.
But what about the cloak we used in second year?
That cloak really did feel extraordinary… almost worthy of being called a Hallow."
Hermione frowned deeply.
Harry felt a pounding headache.
He listened to Hermione's analysis while smelling the strange odor drifting up from whatever Mr. Lovegood was cooking downstairs.
"Let's leave," Harry said helplessly. "If we stay here any longer, I'm going to pass out."
Ron and Hermione both nodded in agreement.
They left the room and climbed higher up the house.
At the top floor, they found a door left slightly open.
Instinctively, they glanced inside.
The entire room was covered with photographs of Darren.
Some were taken openly, others clearly snapped in secret.
In many of them, Darren didn't look happy.
Most of the time, he seemed distant—his gaze stretching far beyond what was in front of him, as if he were looking across a long span of time into something unreachable.
In some photos, he stood beneath the moon, silent, his expression filled with longing and quiet sadness.
Beneath each photograph were handwritten notes.
It was Luna's handwriting.
On every single one, she had written the same words:
Be happy.
Hermione reached out and touched one of the photographs.
Tears were already running down her face.
She had never seen Darren like this before.
In truth, neither had Harry.
He didn't even know how Luna had managed to capture these moments.
Some of the photographs dated all the way back to Darren's second year—when Luna had only just arrived at school.
Among them was a group photo of the DA.
Everyone was smiling.
Below it, Luna had written:
Friend!
Harry felt his throat tighten.
He stepped into the room.
Dust covered everything.
There were even cobwebs in the corners.
Something felt wrong—but he couldn't immediately place it.
Then he picked up a copy of The Quibbler from the floor.
The headline read:
Harry Potter: Number One Criminal!
The Quibbler Has Been Corrected by the Ministry of Magic!
At that moment, Mr. Lovegood rushed upstairs.
Harry held up the magazine and looked at him.
"Where is Luna?"
"She… she's outside," Mr. Lovegood said nervously.
Hermione had already wiped away her tears.
She spoke softly, "Luna hasn't been back for a long time. And the tone of the magazine has completely changed…
So you must have sent word to the Ministry that Harry Potter is here, didn't you?"
Mr. Lovegood's face turned pale.
He said guiltily, "I had no choice… they took Luna. I tried to make you leave, but… I can't lose her…"
"But we have to go!" Ron said immediately, pulling out his wand.
Mr. Lovegood spread his arms and blocked their path.
His already aged face seemed even more worn.
"Don't go! I'm going to save Luna. You're not allowed to leave!"
For a moment, Harry felt dazed.
It was as if he heard his mother's voice.
Back then, his mother must have stood like this—arms spread wide—trying to stop Voldemort from killing him.
"Harry!" Hermione suddenly shouted.
Harry snapped back to reality.
Outside the window, several figures on broomsticks were approaching rapidly.
They didn't have time.
Harry raised his wand, ready to leave.
But Mr. Lovegood tried to stop them.
He cast a Stunning Spell at Harry.
Harry dodged.
The spell struck the horn in the corner.
BOOM!
The entire room exploded.
Debris collapsed around them.
Ron's leg was trapped beneath the rubble.
Harry and Hermione struggled desperately to free him.
Meanwhile, voices echoed from below.
"Lovegood! You're lying to us again, aren't you? If you keep deceiving us, your daughter won't be spared!"
Mr. Lovegood's voice trembled. "They're really upstairs! Please, let Luna go!"
"This old fool is tricking us again. Last time it was that ridiculous headdress—some imaginary creature!"
"Please! They're upstairs!"
"There really are people upstairs!"
The Aurors sounded surprised.
"Old man, you're telling the truth this time? Fine—go up and bring them down. We're not taking any chances."
Mr. Lovegood dragged himself upstairs.
Harry and Hermione finally pulled Ron free.
They worked carefully, trying not to make too much noise.
"Hurry, we have to go," Harry whispered.
Hermione nodded.
Then she wiped her eyes and said, "Harry, trust me this once. Put the invisibility cloak on Ron so he won't be targeted.
You grab onto me—I need you visible.
Ron, you hold onto me too. Don't worry about anything else."
Harry and Ron did exactly as she said.
Hermione blasted a hole through the wall.
They fell through.
As they dropped, Hermione pointed her wand and shouted, "Obliviate!"
Then, just as Harry's eyes met those of an Auror below—
They vanished.