Chapter 802 Embarking on a Journey
The dark rubber tires pressed the asphalt road, and the road surface after the scorching sun was spoiled with an unspeakable strong smell. It was mixed with the hydrocarbon material left after the gasoline burned. The red light of the car's taillights was a little dim, and the engine made a pleasant roar, and gradually drove to the city's suburbs of Hampsted.
Loren sat in the back seat, holding Hermione's hand, closer the window to look at the steel cement jungle outside.
"Well ..."
Loren blinked, and felt that these high -rise buildings in Muggle City were pretty good, with glass curtain walls on the outside. Whether it was the setting sun or the lit up the city lights, it was gorgeous. The lack of starry sky in the city.
Perhaps it was a long time in ancient castles like Hogwarts, and suddenly returned to modern cities, and could not help but feel somewhat stunned.
Hermione also looked at these buildings. He didn't speak, and his eyes were sometimes aiming at the position of the front side.
Mondeo Classic, five -seater medium -sized cars, Ford European sectors facing a global family car for global development, Hermione does not understand the original concept of the designer, but she always believes that if two families travel together, Grandpa Bitz is driving. , Her father's position should be in the co -driver, not sitting in the back row--
Staring at her and Loware's hand.
The atmosphere in the car is a bit subtle.
The front row of Bitz and Monica are chatting. Talking about several wizard parents just now, they talk and laugh. Loren is sitting in the back of the back row. Hermione was sitting in the middle, sitting with a positive posture, a calm expression, only Wendel frowned tightly, his eyes widened, and he seemed to be unacceptable.
The first thing to break the calmness was Bates. He leisurely put the steering wheel, looked up at the rearview mirror, and raised the volume with a smile: "Listening to Harry just now, Hermione has determined to work in the Ministry of Magic? When will it be reported? The summer vacation has just started, play a few weeks. "
Monica also smiled and said, "Loren, how about your graduation travel planning?"
"When the transcript is issued, I can join the job, but I plan to go again in mid -August." Hermione was brisk.
Loren also turned his head and smiled: "After a few days of graduation, we will start. We plan to find a legendary magic spring, and then go to New York to participate in the International Witcher Conference."
"I wish you a happy graduation holiday."
"..."
Wenger's lips moved a few times, and he didn't speak in the end. His gaze was slightly down. Seeing the hands of Loulan and Hermione, his brows continued to twist together. I didn't say, I could only stare at him a few times to express his dissatisfaction.
One hour later, return home.
Monica's elaborate dinner was shining.
This is the normal reflection of the oil under the incandescent lamp. Strictly speaking, these dishes cooked by these TV programs and magazine recipes are not exquisite enough, and they are not amazing. Lun and Hermione, these dishes are as delicious as Hogwarts's year -end dinner.
During the end of dinner, Lorel was sitting next to Hermione, with a small mouth and a small mouth pursing the ice cream.
Hermione looked at him side, licked his lips, then slightly lifted his belly, and felt a little uncomfortable expression.
The stomach and stomach have been filled, and there is no gap in ice cream.
Loren glanced at her, and seemed to be able to understand her entanglement and groaned a little: "I have the digestive potion with Ms. Pomfrer here."
Hermione's eyes flashed and slightly light: "You can't overeating."
"How can this be considered overeating, not often like this ..." Loren whispered softly, his voice drifted into his head, "The first dinner for the holiday home, in order to celebrate the graduation adult, your mother did it for us by himself. It doesn't matter if you eat a little bit more. "
"Only today."
"Eat it."
"I am still surprised. If I put it in the past, my mother would definitely not make ice cream." Hermione pursed the spoon and glanced at the sofa quietly. The voice was low, because of the ice cream, the voice was slightly sweet. Sweet things are frozen ice cubes. "
"Maybe it was affected by me."
"snort……"
Hermione held a sip of ice cream and glanced at him.
The ice cream in the plate gradually decreased, swallowed the last piece of strawberry with cream, and tried to lift the breath again, and finally gave up. Turning around and seeing the parents and Grandpa Beates who were chatting on the sofa, Hermione suddenly flushed.
Nympho
It's been a week for a holiday.
N.E.W.T.'s transcript has not yet been sent, Hermione has received a notice from the Ministry of Magic. Instead, this disorderly order makes her more curious about test results, emotional anxiety, and often sigh.
Loren received a letter from Dumbledore, sent from Bavaria, Germany. The owl flew for a few days and nights.
The length of this letter is not long or short, mixed with a few postcards.
Dumbledore talked about his experience of traveling in the world during this time. From various places, he saw Muggle Technology's changes in this world. The footprints even stepped into the virgin forest. The place where they camped was separated from the unicorn and the horses. The magic creature is isolated from Muggle until recently that there are signs of depression, and many magic creatures even panic because of this.
So Dumbledore used this opportunity to preach Loren's space to the elders and leaders of all ethnic groups. Magic and wisdom creatures were shocked. Out of trust in Dumbledore, they quickly accepted this plan and were willing to help.
Then I mentioned that Loren's upcoming graduation trip, in the letter, introduced the location of the good luck spring and the nearby protection magic in detail. It is recommended that Loren prepares targeted.
Even if he retires, he is still busy saving the world, Dumbledore should win the Merlin Cavaliers Lifetime Achievement Award.
Loren put away the letter and watched a few postcards. The girl who had just took a bath sat straight in front of her.
The wet hair was full of water vapor and the fragrance of washing. Hermione naturally delivered the comb and hair dryer to him, and found that he had no action, so he moved in his eyes and watched his handful handwriting letters and the letter of the handwriting and Several postcards:
"Dumbledore's letter?"
"You can use a wand to swing a few times to dry your hair."
"The warm wind blowing by the electrical appliances is more comfortable, and I like you to comb my hair." Hermione dragged his tail sound, with a little coquettish meaning, shook his hair, and deliberately swept a few of them across his cheeks, Wet.
"Magic is convenient for all the wizards, but it's not convenient for you."
Loren's mouth was unwilling, took the comb and hair dryer, and began to play Teacher Tony.
"I am from Muggle family ..."
Hermione hummed twice and looked at the postcard: "What did Dumbledore say in the letter?"
"Some things with magic creatures and good luck, you can see it yourself."
"call……"
Hermione looked down at the letter, and the sound of the hair dryer echoed in the room. At this time, the motor was still a bit rough. The hot air blowing across the pipeline, and the sound of whistling wind was a little muddy, like a stunning lung volume.
The boy's fingers are also warm and warm, which is reassuring.
Nympho
Two days later, June 22nd, summer solstice.
The preparations for graduation travel are all ready. The packed luggage is thrown in the pendant. Loren and Hermione are in a sharp summer dress. Standing at the door of the house, it is not like traveling on a long way. Steak, Grangjie and Grandpa Bitz had no sense of tension at all.
"From the perspective of the wizard, from our current magic skills, this trip is indeed not a long journey. If the situation goes well, we can still come back to dinner. If the situation is not smooth, we will come back to rest first. "" "
Granger couple: "..."
Grandpa Beitz: "..."
"In short, don't worry."
"We don't worry."
"Then we see it at night."
"..."
With the slight air sound, Loren and Hermione disappeared in place.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The three parents stood in the center of the room and glanced at each other. They could not help showing their sincere smiles, and then continued their busy things. Wingder and Monica were going to work in the clinic. Regular deposits have expired.
Nympho
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Among the deserts in eastern Egypt, between the Nile and the Red Sea, on the land of the deserted and unmanned river valley, a strange magic shrouded this area. Driven by a certain will, the magic power condensed and twisted into a fuzzy character. Under the action of the text, the space here is connected in series with the other unknown space. There are signs of light twist in the transparent half, as if the space is trembling slightly.
With the low -frequency air sound, two figures appeared out of thin air.
Stepping on the soft sand, it took a few centimeters to stand firmly, and then it was obvious that the air was burning and the sun was dazzling. It was only nine o'clock in the morning, the sun had already revealed the fierce gesture, and it spilled its light and heat without scruples.
Hermione silently felt for a while. Between the rolling valley and dunes, the temperature wrapped the air convection, and the wind with obvious touch was blowing, mixed with wind sand, hot and rough.
After feeling, it is discomfort.
Hermione pulled out the wand and was ready to make a soaking head curse, but was stopped by Loren.
"While blocked the wind sand, it will also hinder our sense of smell, delay us to explore the footsteps of the desert to find a good luck spring, and I prepare a sun hat with a veil."
"Do you think this is very interesting?"
"..."
Loren pursed his lips, Miss Grandie grew up, and knew too much about him, "I find a good luck spring as soon as possible."
"oh."
"Well, I put it on you."
"Don't play too much, pay attention to time."
Hermione told a word, watching the man took out the sunshade and the white cloak, and worn one by one, like the indigenous clothing here.
"How to say it is also a graduation trip ..."
Loren whispered and looked up at the dunes and the sky.
In this desert, you can only hear the sound of hot wind blowing and sand flowing. The wind is vaguely whimpering, and the sand is rustling. The similar terrain and color blur the direction and distance, and it is difficult to tell where these sounds come from. In addition, there is no sound of any other living creatures. It is a bit too quiet. I don’t know if it is the ecological environment here, or for some other reason.
Ten minutes later.
The two moved forward quickly in this desert area.
The desert is vast, the sand dunes are undulating, and the sand is loose and sparse. Whether climbing up or sliding down, you always need to be careful to prevent slipping, and you also need to pay attention to the quicksand terrain, which is full of dangers. For adult wizards, this kind of terrain with a wide field of vision is actually very safe. The Apparition can walk hundreds or thousands of feet in a flash.
"Wow..."
Loren stood on the top of the sand dune, and was about to sigh at the magnificent scene in front of him. A gust of hot wind blew in his face, lifting the veil and sending in a few wisps of sand and dust, interrupting his sigh.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
After finally spitting out all the vomit, Loren tightened his veil and looked into the distance.
The wind and sand made him squint.
As far as the eye could see was endless golden gravel. Although this was a river valley, the river had long been dry. The gravel gathered into a huge complex like sand dunes and mountains under the traction of the never-ending wind and gravity. Each sand dune looked like it was carved out of the same mold. But they had just experienced it. They only took a few steps to change the appearance of the sand dunes that had been in sight.
Loren looked around.
Behind the hill in front of him on the right, he vaguely saw a sparkling magic light, which should belong to some magical relic, perhaps a tomb like a pyramid, or perhaps the location of the Fountain of Good Luck.
"Is the Fountain of Luck hidden in this desert..."
"That's what Dumbledore said."
"According to the description in The Tales of Beedle the Poet, the Fountain of Luck is in a magical garden, on a high hill..."
"The hills here are indeed very high."
"What about the magical garden?"
"Who stipulates that the garden must be emerald green?"
"..."
Hermione looked around and saw the sunlight refracting on the gravel, as if the surface of the sand dunes was glowing with a faint glow. After reading Dumbledore's letter, she also read a lot of information about this desert. The history here is even more profound than Hogwarts.
One of the birthplaces of Egyptian culture and wizard culture, there were traces of human life as early as the Paleolithic Age.
Year after year, Gringotts recruits curse breakers to send here to seek the gold hidden in the sand dunes. Hundreds of wizards go to the depths of the desert to adventure and pursue the truth deep in history.
In the story, Beedle the Poet said that on the longest day of each year, between sunrise and sunset, unlucky people gathered near the Fountain of Good Luck. After passing through many obstacles, one person would be chosen and bathe in the magic of the Fountain of Good Luck, and would be blessed by the goddess of luck forever.