Chapter 1809 The Legend of the Fountain of Fortune

It was a rock wall deep in the forest, covered by dense vegetation.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a very hidden and unremarkable place.

There are few people around, and if there is no guidance, no one will come here at all. Considering the height and abstraction of the murals left by the house elves, even if they are discovered, they will not think about it, but treat it as a Random graffiti, don't know how Xenophilius Lovegood found this in the first place.

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In order to prove the existence of the horned snoring beast, what has he experienced!

The four cleaned up the plants on the rock wall, revealing a large number of petroglyphs below, far more than the information provided by Mr. Lovegood.

White paint is used on the rock wall to paint many portraits of house-elves engaging in various activities, as well as many strange animals, including an unknown creature that Mr. It looks more like a mutant llama, and the style of the portrait is very similar to the style of the Hufflepuff gold cup pattern.

"Is there a clue to the location of the house-elf home in this?" asked Sirius.

"It's possible!" Hermione said, looking carefully at the mural in front of her, trying to find something.

"To be honest, I really can't see the significance of these portraits." Sirius frowned and said, "There are some ancient legends in the nearby mountains. I heard about them when I visited James' house during the summer vacation. Before, someone saw a garden full of exotic grasses in the nearby mountains. Many people said that the Fountain of Good Luck was in that garden. Have you heard the story of the Fountain of Fortune? This story It is very famous, and it is one of the most widely circulated bedtime fairy tales in the wizarding world. When I was a child, Regulus and I listened to my mother telling it."

"You mean the Fountain of Good Luck? It can't be the story of the Fountain of Good Luck I've read, right?"

"What are you talking about, Hermione, there's only one story about the Fountain of Luck, and every version is pretty much the same. There's a Fountain of Fortune in a delightful garden, protected and shrouded in magic. You can get permanent good luck after taking a bath. Three witches with their own misfortunes set off to find the fountain of good luck. After going through all kinds of disasters, they all reaped their own good luck. You all understand that happiness depends on your own hard work..."

"I know this story, Sirius, I mean, there is the story of the Fountain of Fortune in the "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" that Dumbledore left me." Hermione said excitedly, "You say, he Did they find something, so they left us a clue."

"It might just be a coincidence!" Sirius said disapprovingly.

"I compared the materials, and the "Tales of Beedle the Bard" left by Dumbledore is not the complete version, his book only has five stories, which is only a small part of the complete "Tales of Beedle the Bard". Why did he specifically select these five stories? He must have a purpose in doing so. Since "The Legend of the Three Brothers" is true and corresponds to the Three Deathly Hallows, then "Fountain of Good Luck" may also be true, corresponding to That's the garden you're talking about," said Hermione quickly, "and that garden might be the home of house-elves."

"Sounds a lot like Dumbledore," Harry muttered.

"I'm not as optimistic as you, Hermione. The Fountain of Luck is one of the oldest legends in the wizarding world. It has been widely circulated and almost all wizards have heard of it. Dumbledore may simply like that story. Even if that The Garden is really the home of the house-elves, so how can the story of the Fountain of Fortune help us?" Sirius continued, "We have no idea how to find that place? I don't know how many wizards have come here for thousands of years. Passed by here, looking for the garden and the Fountain of Good Luck, but found nothing. In fact, as the world's oldest wizard gathering place, there are countless legends like this in Godric's Hollow. Every The ancient pure-blood wizarding families have hidden secrets, and they are all sealed in this valley."

"But I have a feeling, it's here." Hermione said with certainty, she quickly walked forward to a petroglyph, and took out Hufflepuff's gold cup from her pocket. She kept it in her hands, "Look quickly, isn't this mural very similar to the pattern on the gold cup?"

"Indeed..." Harry and Sirius stepped forward, comparing and observing carefully, "They are exactly the same, both in the style of house elves."

"But what does this mean?"

"Hmm..." Hermione pondered, looking quickly at the paintings behind, "This seems to be some kind of ceremony, and the gold cup is the key prop. This gold cup used to be a holy vessel of house-elves, and it could make food To preserve freshness, it is specially used for some kind of sacrificial activities. Look here, this thing may be a golden cup, and these are house elves."

She pointed to the petroglyph next to the one Mr. Lovegood had made sure of the Snork's existence.

"And what's this in front of them, a horned snorkel and the house-elves it eats?" Harry asked suspiciously.

In the portrait, many house elves are prostrate on the ground, and a golden cup is placed on the stone pier in front of it. There is something in the golden cup, which seems to be sacrificed to a horned snoring beast, and there are several small animals inside the strange creature. elf.

Later, the picture became very abstract, and it was impossible to understand what the sculptor wanted to express. After a few more pictures, the ancient rune of "House Elf Homeland" appeared on the painting, which was a land full of lush plants. The place looks a lot like the secret garden that Sirius said.

The thing in the middle looks like a tree, but it doesn't quite look like it... These paintings are so abstract that it is difficult for anyone to guess what the ancient house-elves were trying to express.

"Are we going to dedicate gold cups of food to the Snork? Or some of us to the Snork." Harry said uncertainly, the murals making his head even more confused, "Then, it will take the rest of the people to the home of the elves?"

"It's really ridiculous, let the monster swallow itself, and any reasonable person knows that the horned snorkel does not exist." Sirius said. Only Xenophilius Lovegood would believe that, and I don't think he's normal here." He nodded his head with his finger.

"Maybe it's not a crooked snorkel, but it does have to sacrifice food to something." Hermione's eyes still stayed on the mural, "We've looked through some existing materials about house elves before they were enslaved. They used to Worshiping some kind of nature god, I think that might be what they worshiped."

"But what does this have to do with the Fountain of Good Luck just mentioned? And where are we going to sacrifice food? It can't be just putting the golden cup here, it looks stupid..."

"Dobby has something to say, and Dobby feels something unusual." Dobby said suddenly, and the other three looked at him in surprise.

"what have you found?"

"A force, Miss Granger, Dobby doesn't know, something seems wrong here..." Dobby said, before coming to a mural depicting many plants that seemed to be. He felt it for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch the rock wall.