My Wife's Name is Luna at Hogwarts

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Of course, the exam was not a problem for Luna. After the exam, there was a week-long vacation, so Klein naturally took Luna to Hogsmeade to have a good time.

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On the last day of the semester, the test results came out. Regardless of whether the results were good or bad, everyone at least passed.

Penello got high marks in the Ultimate Wizarding Exam newt, and Fred and George finally got some points in the ordinary wizarding exam 0.wl and passed.

Ravenclaw House mainly relied on Klein's outstanding performance in the Quidditch Cup and captured Sirius's positive contribution to the wizarding world, and once again won the House Cup championship.

At the end-of-term banquet, the Ravenclaw table was the liveliest, everyone was celebrating, eating, drinking, talking and laughing together.

The next morning, when the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, Ron excitedly said to everyone, "How about we go watch the Quidditch World Cup together during the summer vacation? Dad's place usually pays for us to go watch it together!"

This proposal won everyone's support. Luna loved Quidditch the most and didn't want to miss it. Therefore, even though Klein knew what would happen at the Quidditch World Cup, he didn't refuse. Anyway, he was now much stronger and thought he could still do it. To protect everyone.

Luna watched Klein and Hermione play a few more games of wizard chess. When the witch pushing the food cart came over, he bought himself a big bag of desserts.

As evening approached, everyone finally returned to King's Cross Station. Xenophilius had been waiting early, Luna jumped into his arms, and everyone went home.

Just as he walked out of the station, Klein's system beep sounded again.

Ding, the eight black demons in the main mission are coming!Triggered!

Mission requirements: Resurrection of Voldemort

Mission reward: a random legendary card

Task time limit: one semester

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"You still have the face to see me?"

"Of course, my dear Riddle, my best friend! I will help you resurrect, I promised!"

"Ha ha……"

"Good friend, I think you should believe me again. I promise this time it will be true. I can swear it!"

"Don't mention those ridiculous oaths of yours! It means nothing to you. You said the same before. You have already violated your oath, twice! Yes, you cheated on me! Twice! Every time I think about it, I want to kill you!"

"No! You are wrong, I have never broken my oath!"

"Joke! Then how did I die before? Now you seem to have recovered most of your strength, and I am still a ridiculous baby!"

"Because you died before, just for this rebirth! From the beginning, I planned to resurrect you this time. The previous resurrection methods were all imperfect! Only this time, I found the perfect resurrection The spell will bring you back to the world from the hands of death!"

"Ha ha……"

"Oh! Tom! Can you stop being so prejudiced! If I didn't really want to resurrect you, why would I need to save you!"

"You just have some conspiracy to take advantage of me. I've been fooled so many times. How can I trust you again?"

"But, what can you do if you don't believe me now? You are just a baby. However, you are right about one thing. I do have a ground-breaking plan that I want you to help me complete, and this plan The premise is that you return with full strength!"

"Ha ha……"

"Forget it! Since you don't want to believe me, I will hand you over to your former subordinates and let them help you complete the resurrection. In this way, you can rest assured? Some people have worked very hard during this period to save them all from Aziz Caban came to the rescue.”

"Will you let me go?"

"Of course! I never force my friends!"

"That plan that Mi lost?"

"I believe in our tacit understanding. At that moment, you will know what I want to do."

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Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily, as if he had been running.

He woke up from this very vivid dream, pressing his hands tightly on his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned with pain, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot metal wire against his. on the skin.

He sat up, clutching the scar with one hand, groping in the dark with the other for the glasses on the nightstand.

He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clear. The light from the street lamp outside the window through the curtains enveloped the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.

Harry touched the scar again with his fingers, but the pain was still severe. He turned on the desk lamp next to him, got out of bed, crossed the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the closet door.

A thin 14-year-old boy looked at him in the mirror. Under his messy black hair was a pair of green eyes full of confusion.

Harry looked at the scar on his forehead more carefully in the mirror. He couldn't see anything unusual, but it still hurt terribly.

Harry tried his best to recall the scene in his dream. Although it was blurry when he woke up, everything was so realistic when he dreamed!

The voices of the two people were very familiar. He must know them both. He concentrated his thoughts and tried his best to remember...

A dim room appeared in front of his eyes. A snake was lying on the carpet in front of the hearth. That cold, sharp voice...

Yes, that's Voldemort's voice!

When Harry thought of this guy, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Yes, he was back again, after being killed twice by Rhine!God, he was like an eternal nightmare that would keep crawling out of hell looking for him.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to recall Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't!

Harry only knew that when Voldemort's chair turned around and Harry saw what was sitting on it, he felt a huge wave of fear and woke up suddenly...

Perhaps, that was because his scar suddenly felt sharp pain. Who was that person? Harry knew that he must know him, even very familiar with him, but he couldn't remember it!

Getting more and more confused, Harry buried his face in his hands to prevent himself from seeing the scenery in the bedroom, trying desperately to immerse himself in the dimly lit room. However, it was like trying to hold water with both hands. The harder he tried to think about it, The more details he grasped, the faster they slipped through his fingers...

Voldemort and the man had just talked about their resurrection, the baby, Voldemort's minions, and then...and then Harry couldn't remember...

They seem to be planning a huge conspiracy?

Harry lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around the bedroom, as if he expected to see something unusual.

Indeed, the room was filled with a large number of unusual objects. At the foot of his bed there was a large wooden chest, open, revealing a cauldron, a broomstick, black robes, and various spell books.

There was a large empty birdcage on the table, where Harry's white owl Hedwig usually rested, and a few rolls of parchment were scattered randomly on the remaining space on the table.

There is an open book on the floor next to the bed, which Harry read before going to bed last night. The pictures in the book are all moving. A young man in a bright orange-red robe is riding on a broomstick. Swishing around, throwing a red ball at each other.

Harry walked over and picked up the book. He put the book called Flying with the Cannon on the bedside table, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the big lawn below.

You can still see a cylindrical stone house in the distance, which is the home of Luna and Rhine. Yes, he is currently living in the Weasley house to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

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Harry didn't sit still for long when Mrs. Weasley came, "It's time to go, Harry, dear." She whispered, and walked to the side to wake up Ron.

Harry glanced out the window again. It was still dark outside, and Ron was mumbling something inarticulate as her mother woke her up.

"It's time" Ron asked sleepily.

"Yes! Rhine and Luna are already here."

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Everyone was called up, dressed in silence, too sleepy to speak, and then went downstairs into the kitchen, still yawning and stretching.

When Harry saw Rhine, he found that he had two big black circles on his head. "Why, didn't you sleep well?"

Rhine smiled and said, "Yes, I'm a little excited knowing that I'm going to watch the World Cup."

"Why do you have to get up so early?" Hermione asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting down.

"We have to walk a short distance, where we can gather a large number of wizards together without attracting the attention of Muggles. We have to be very careful and choose the best time to go." Mr. Weasley said.

Time was tight, so everyone packed up and set off. The air outside was very cold, and the moon was still high in the sky. Only the horizon to their right showed a faint gray-green color, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching.

After everyone had walked not far, Mr. Weasley pointed to the large shadow towering ahead and said, "Look, that's it."

They walked with difficulty along the dark and damp path in that direction. There was silence all around, except for the sound of their own footsteps.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the original darkness gradually turned into dark blue. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch, and everyone walked together for a long time before finally reaching their destination.

Mr. Weasley took off his glasses, wiped his sweat with his jersey, and said breathlessly, "Yes, we arrived on time, there are still 10 minutes left, now we just need to find the door key!"

Mr. Weasley said, putting on his glasses and squinting to look on the ground, "It won't be big. Let's look quickly. Let's spread out and search separately."

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"Here, Arthur, come here, we found it"

On the other side of the mountain top, two tall figures stood out against the starry night sky.

"Amos," said Mr. Weasley, laughing as he strode towards the man who called him, and the others followed.

It was a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard. In the other hand of the man was something, like a moldy boot.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric, I think you all know him."

"Hey, Rhine, Harry, hello." Cedric said, turning to look at everyone.

Everyone nodded and said hello.

"The time is almost up!" Mr. Weasley said quickly, taking out his pocket watch again and looking at it, "Do you know who else we are waiting for, Amos?"

"No, there's no one else in this area, let's go."

Mr. Weasley nodded, "Okay, there are 5 minutes left, we should all be in our places! Everyone just needs to touch the door key, that's it, just hold out a finger!"

Since everyone was carrying large bulging backpacks, they finally gathered around the old boot Amos was holding.

Everyone stood there, forming a tight circle. A cool breeze blew across the top of the mountain, and no one spoke.

Mr. Weasley stared at his pocket watch with one eye and whispered, "Three two one, let's go!"

Sooner or later, there seemed to be a hook behind the belly button that swung forward with irresistible momentum, and everyone lifted their feet off the ground and flew up!

They flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly in front of their eyes, and then their feet fell heavily to the ground!

With a "pop", the door key also fell to the ground. Except for Rhine, everyone looked disheveled and askew due to the wind.

Looking around, you can see that the place they came to looks like a large desolate, misty swamp.

Before them stood two tired, sullen wizards, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they were very incompetent. The man with the gold watch wore a suit on top and a pair of rubber galoshes on the bottom. His colleague wore a short skirt and a pair of boots worn by men in the Scottish Highlands. A South American cloak.

"Good morning!" Weasley said, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard in the short skirt.

The man threw it into a large box next to him, which contained used door keys.

"Hello, Arthur!" the wizard said tiredly, "We have been guarding here all night, and we are exhausted. You'd better get out of the way. There will be a large group of people coming from the Black Forest soon."

"Okay!" Mr. Weasley looked for their camp on his parchment list, but couldn't quite make it out.

"Go about a quarter of a mile, and the first field ahead is Mr. Camp Administrator." The wizard in a suit said.

"Thank you!" said Mr. Weasley, beckoning everyone to follow him.

We walked through the desolate swamp, and could hardly see anything in the thick fog. After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of them, and then small stone houses appeared in front of them.

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