NOVEL WEB Chapter 137 Fred:
"Hello, my name is Xenophilius Lovegood, and this is my daughter Luna."
The man said this, and he seemed a little nervous, "Luna, go catch some more colorful ball fish, and I will receive the guests."
The man's daughter just raised her eyebrows and said, "Dad, you don't want me to know about the symbols? Okay, I'll pick some Gordigan first."
Immediately, she left with a bang.
Xenophilius wiped a cold sweat, "My daughter always hits the nail on the head, and I can't hide it from her. I dare say she will definitely enter Ravenclaw."
"You guys, come in."
Harry and the others nodded.
I have to say that although Fred and George were naughty, they were very polite.
Because the interior of this house is just as strange as the Lovegood house.
The first floor is the kitchen.
The room is a standard round shape, and it feels like staying in a giant pepper shaker.
Everything is curved to match the walls: the stove, sink, and cupboards, and all are painted with flowers, insects, and birds in bright primary colors. In such a closed space, the effect is a little too strong to bear.
Normally, they would have joked about this.
Xenophilius looked around and said, "It's best to go upstairs."
In the center of the room, a cast-iron spiral staircase leads to the upper floor, where rattling and ping-ping sounds can be heard.
He leads the way.
Harry and the others followed quietly.
The room above seemed to be both a living room and a workspace, so it was even messier than the kitchen.
Aunt Petunia would go crazy if she saw it. This was a chaos she could never imagine in her life.
There were piles of books and papers on every surface.
Hanging from the ceiling were exquisite animal models that Harry didn't recognize, all flapping their wings or moving their mouths.
The thing that made those noises was a wooden thing with many magically turned gears.
It looked like a cross between a workbench and a bunch of old shelves, but after a while Harry surmised it was an old printing press because it was spitting out sheets of newspapers.
Ron found a topic, "Is this The Quibbler? What's the news today?"
Harry and the others also came over.
[Gilderoy Lockhart: Hero or Liar?
An adventurer who solves dangers everywhere or a shameless person who steals other people's stories?
Recently, due to reports by Rita Skeeter, everyone is convinced that Gilderoy Lockhart, the best-selling author and adventurer, is a master of amnesia spells, erasing the memories of real heroes and keeping their deeds as his own. Own liar.
Since Skeeter can provide a lot of 'evidence', most people are convinced of this.
But is this really the case?
Shocking new evidence has recently emerged, proving that Gilderoy Lockhart may not have committed the crimes for which he was sent to Azkaban.
But no one would have thought that this was actually related to Fudge.
"He is not that simple," said an insider from the Ministry of Magic. "He and his secret lover Umbridge know an evil spell. They put the body into a deep sleep and communicate with their secret ministry through dreams."
"Those who follow them may have noticed that at the end of last year, around Christmas time, they fell into coma for no apparent reason many times and lied about being cursed."
"But as far as my friends at St. Mungo's know, there was no trace of any spell on them."
Another employee within the Ministry of Magic was filled with indignation, "Fudge wanted to become a veritable prime minister of the British Ministry of Magic. To this end, he privately established a memory police department (the police are the Aurors among Muggles), and obtained them by modifying the memory of a famous wizard. support and funding.”
"Lockhart suddenly changed from a hero to a criminal because he realized something was wrong. As a result, his memory was modified and he became a criminal."
Doris Purkiss, of 18 Thornleaf Road, Little Norton, said that in fact, the real Sirius Black had been dead long ago.
The person who is being wronged now is not him at all.
"What people don't realize," said Mrs. Purkiss, "is that the man they think is Sirius Black is actually Fatty Boardman, the lead singer of the popular singing group The Goblins."
“He retired from public life after being hit in the ear with a carrot at a concert in Little Norton Church Hall about fifteen years ago.”
“I recognized him instantly when I saw his picture in the newspaper.”
"It's impossible for Fatty to commit those crimes because he happened to be enjoying a romantic candlelight dinner with me on that day."
"But with Sirius being imprisoned, Fatty disappeared."
"I have reason to believe that Fatty was called 'Sirius', and Fudge's memory police used this to seize Fatty's property and support."
"Because Fatty Boardman is very popular, our naughty goblin fans are all over the magical world.\