Voldemort: "That leaves only the Invisibility Cloak. What are its features?"
An unknown wizard said, "The third artifact is a true Invisibility Cloak."
"It is not a travel Cloak that has been enchanted with Disillusionment Charm, or has an illusion spell, or is made of the fur of Demiguise. These can be invisible at first, but will gradually become real over time."
"It can make people truly and completely invisible, permanently effective, and continuously invisible, and cannot be broken by any spell."
The black cloud that made up Voldemort grew even darker. "Are you kidding me? I've never heard of such Invisibility Cloak before."
An unknown young wizard said, "This is because Invisibility Cloak are not particularly rare for wealthy wizarding families."
"And the real Invisibility Cloak might be hidden among them. The Invisibility Cloak is invisible, so who could notice that the appearance and style of any Cloak has never changed? Even if that were the case, it would probably be mass-produced from the same manufacturer."
Voldemort: "There's another possibility. The descendants of the third brother are in the clothing industry. We all know that whether it's Elegant Wizard Robes, or Tolman and Madam Malkin, they sell ordinary clothing, but they also sell high-end products: Anti-Curse Cloak, gloves, fireproof and acid-proof suits, and Invisibility Cloak."
"There are also some magical item shops like Devvis Bans. They also sell Invisibility Cloak, and they must be hiding among them."
"Perhaps we can start our investigation by visiting stores that sell standard Invisibility Cloak."
An unknown young wizard said, "This direction has long been thoroughly investigated by wizards who believe in the Deathly Hallows. Grindelwald is one of the best at it."
Voldemort: "."
He coughed and said, "Think about it, that's the third son, a descendant of someone who can fool even the Grim Reaper."
"Even if the direction is right, Grindelwald could still fail."
"By the way, do you have any other clues?"
An unnamed young wizard. "The Peverell family. Most of us seekers believe the Peverell family has a deep connection to the Holy Relics—a deep connection!"
Voldemort: "The Peverell family?"
He felt a sense of familiarity. He had once searched through the entire Pure-blood lineage in order to find out his origins.
Finally, in sixth grade, he found the Gaunt family through his middle Marvolo, Marvolo, and that summer he killed the Riddle family and framed his uncle.
It's safe to say that no one knows the lineage of wizarding families better than him!
Hehehe! I'm truly destined for greatness!
An unknown young wizard said, "In Godric's Hollow, Ignatius Peverell's tombstone bears the mark of the Deathly Hallows."
"This is the most compelling proof! The three brothers in the story are actually the Peverell brothers: Antiochus Cadmus and Ignatius! They were the original owners of the Sacred Relics!"
Voldemort: "No need to say anything more. I already have a lead!"
The face formed from black mist took a deep breath, and the Resurrection Stone rotating within it emitted a red light. The hazy, unknown little wizard in front of it turned into a wisp of gray mist, as if swallowed by the face and disappearing into the stone.
A wizard with a high level of Legilimency can easily access his own memories.
Even a fleeting glimpse from the past can be retrieved and reviewed.
Therefore, the book that records Gaunt's origins, combined with the fragments of information found in Chamber of Secrets, leads to the conclusion that...
He, Voldemort, the greatest wizard, is also a descendant of Cadmus Peverell!
Hmph!
The Poet Bidou? How laughable!
Cadmus Peverell did not commit suicide before having children.
The great Slytherin, and Slytherin's descendant Gaunt, are his descendants.
Ignatius Peverell, however, had no sons.
In wizarding families, the most precious treasures are usually inherited by the eldest son, or if not, by the eldest daughter.
Coincidentally, Ignatius' eldest granddaughter, Iolans Peverell, married Linfred's eldest son, Hadwin Potter!
Hadwin Potter's descendants split into two branches.
One of them immigrated to the United States.
Abraham Potter is a descendant of Josiah Jackson, the first president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, who recruited one of the first twelve Auror.
The other branch remained in England, beginning with Rowle Potter, and every subsequent descendant served in Wizengamot until Henry Potter, known as Harry.
Both are very prestigious.
It was only because Henry Potter condemned Archer Evermond, the then Minister for Magic, forbidding the magical community from helping Muggle during World War I.
This resulted in the loss of Wizengamot's position and the Potter Family being excluded from the "Twenty-Eight Sacred Families".
"How wondrous!" The black mist representing Voldemort rolled, "Harry Potter! You and I are both descendants of Peverell!"
Henry Potter was Harry Potter's great-grandfather.
Harry Potter is a direct descendant of Hudwin Potter and Iolans Peverell.
In other words, the Invisibility Cloak, the piece of the puzzle for the position of Lord of Death, is also in the hands of this Prophecy son.
He began to believe it was possible.
It's possible the Invisibility Cloak was stolen by the American branch and taken to America. Or perhaps it was taken by other wizards in the chaos after he killed the Potter family.
But he prefers to believe that it is in Harry Potter's possession.
This is in accordance with destiny!
With Dumbledore's protection, no one else could possibly steal the Potter family's inheritance.
——
"Harry! Harry!" Ron flew anxiously toward Harry.
Fred and George also flew over immediately.
They're currently in one of the Weasley family's paddocks on the mountain, surrounded by trees, practicing Quidditch. As long as they don't fly too high, they won't be seen by the villagers below.
But they couldn't use real Quidditch balls; if they accidentally let them fly over the village, it would be a disaster. So they just tossed apples to each other.
They took turns riding Harry's Nimbus 2000, which was much better than the others' brooms, while Ron's "Meteor" was often left behind by the butterflies.
Just now, Harry, who was riding Ron's "Meteor," suddenly covered his forehead and fell to the ground.
"Arresto Momentum!" x2!
Fred and George's wands emitted two beams of red light, striking Harry.
Harry listened to the whooshing sounds around him and the gasps of surprise from Ron and the others.
My mind is at peace.
He released the broom and pressed his hands tightly against his face.
Beneath his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned as if someone had just pressed a hot metal wire against his skin.
In a daze, he seemed to see a cloud of black mist and a stone emitting a red glow.
Then he came to his senses.
The broom had slipped from his crotch, but his body fell onto the stone ground like a falling leaf, without getting hurt at all.
"Great! Luckily Fred and George acted quickly." Ron breathed a sigh of relief and helped Harry up.
Harry shook his head. "Where's your broom?"
He ignored Ron's words, "You are more important."
He adjusted his glasses and looked around.
The meteor was stuck perfectly in the middle of a branch.
George was hovering there. Seeing that Harry was alright, he went to Ron's broom.
Fred asked, "What happened to you just now? Is it a scar?"
Harry nodded.
Ron gasped and covered his mouth.
After learning that Quirrell's back of the head was Voldemort's, Ron and his friends understood something.
Whenever Voldemort gets close and 'stares' at Harry, Harry gets a headache at the back of his head.
Ron drew his wand and cautiously scanned the surroundings. "Your scar hurts? But... but Voldemort can't possibly get close to you right now, can he?"
"I mean, you know that, right? Maybe he's going to try and harm you again, isn't he?"
"I don't know, Harry. Maybe the cursed scars always hurt a little. Shall we hurry down the mountain and ask Dad?"
Harry was both annoyed and amused. "No, he's not here."
"I just saw him. He was a black mist, and he was in a swamp."
"It's clearly not Devonshire."
Ron wiped away his cold sweat and plopped down on the ground. "That's good."
"Look at you." Fred helped Ron up.
"You really Gryffindor?" George, who had landed on the ground with two brooms in hand, chuckled sarcastically.
Ron's ears turned bright red. "I called the mysterious man by his first name!"
Fred and George: "Who wouldn't dare?" "He's also one of our professors."
They both believed that Quirrell's reliability in class was due to Voldemort attending classes in his place.
Quirrell, feeling utterly hopeless and wanting to leave his mark on the classroom: So all the good stuff is the Dark Lord's, and all the bad stuff is mine?!
Ron stammered, unsure what to say, but the next second, his eyes lit up. "Harry, you saw Voldemort! Where is he?"
Fred and George: "Merlin's Beard!" "Did you see Voldemort?"
Harry frowned and began to recall, "It was very dark there. That's all I remember, and... a stone! There was a symbol on it."
He pulled out his wand and gestured, and a strange triangular eye symbol appeared on the ground.
Ron: "I saw it! On the Loony!"
Harry: "Loony?"
Ron shook his head. "I don't know her very well. All I know is that her last name Lovegood. You could ask Ginny."
"Their house is not far from the Burrow. It looks very strange. You can recognize it at a glance. It looks like a big cart."
Fred and George: "A big truck?" "It's a black cylinder."
Ron: "I'm talking about the rook in chess, which is the castle! Do you understand now?"
Harry rubbed the scar on his forehead. "Shall we go now?"
——
"This is their house?" Harry looked them up and down; it really did seem strange.
Ron and his group immediately noticed the three signs on the gate.
First piece:
Editor-in-Chief of * the Quibbler *: X. Lovegood
The second piece:
Please choose a bunch of mistletoe yourself.
The third piece:
Don't touch the Dirigible Plum
"Does this mean we're welcome to come in?" Ron hesitated, unsure whether he should push open the gate.
Fred and George pushed open the courtyard gate.
"Of course!" "The editor-in-chief of a newspaper loves new things."
What appeared before them was a winding path.
Various strange plants grew on both sides, and a shrub was covered with small, orange-red, radish-shaped fruits. They hung upside down on it.
Fred and George cautioned, "This is the Dirigible Plum. We'd better not touch it."
Ron followed behind, looking around. "Where's the mistletoe? He wants us to pick one. I think we'd better do as he says."
"Here it is." A faint voice drifted by, followed by a white arm pointing to a heavy black door.
Two old crabapple trees, bent by the wind, stand guard on either side of the gate. Their leaves have all fallen, but they are still covered with small red berries and large canopies of mistletoe flowers adorned with white beads.
A small owl with a slightly flattened head, somewhat resembling an eagle's head, peered at them from a branch.
"Thank you," Ron said instinctively, reaching out to pick one.
But the next second, "Aaaaaah! A ghost!"
The faint sound rang out again.
Ron looked down.
She is a little girl.
She had a head of messy, dirty, waist-length golden hair, very light-colored eyebrows, and protruding eyes that gave her a perpetually surprised expression.
What's even stranger is her attire.
A necklace made of Butterbeer corks; Dirigible Plum- shaped earrings; bare feet.
Without a doubt, she was that Loony.
Ron: "Hello, Loony. No, no, Lovegood, I'm Ginny's brother."
Fred and George: "You're so rude, Ron! Hello, I'm George." "Hello, I'm Fred."
Harry: "Hello, I am—"
Shh! The girl made a shushing gesture, "I know you're Harry Potter!"
"And you, tall and thin, but you look silly. You're definitely not Percy, you're Ron."
"As for you guys, you're actually Fred, you're actually George!"
"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Luna, Luna Lovegood. I don't mind if you call me Loony."
Ron wrinkled his nose. "Silly? That's what Ginny said about me?"
Fred and George: "You're so smart!" "Sometimes even Mom can't tell us apart!"
Harry: "Hello, we need to talk to you. Do you recognize this symbol?"
As he was talking, he pulled out an apple.
It, which was just used as Quidditch prop, now has that triangular eye symbol engraved on it.
Luna narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the symbol. "I'm Taiqing. But my dad definitely recognizes it. He knows a lot!"
She knocked three times on the heavy black door, which was studded with iron nails and had an eagle-shaped knocker.
Less than ten seconds later, the door opened and a man appeared.
He was slightly cross-eyed, with cotton candy-like white hair that cascaded over his shoulders, and golden tassels on his hat that hung straight down to his nose. He wore a bright green robe, the color of which was dazzling and eye-catching.
He wore a necklace made of Butterbeer corks around his neck, and he was also barefoot.
Seeing the commotion in front of the door, he was momentarily stunned, then his eyes immediately fell on the symbol on the apple.
"I see! You're explorers, aren't you!"
Then, he focused his attention on their appearance.
"Yes, the Weasley family, and Harry Potter too!"