At Ease-Luna Was Doing Well, and So Was Vizet...

After a few months apart, Xenophilius looked quite different.

His hair, which was originally messy, is now much smoother after careful grooming, with hardly a single strand out of place.

His stubble had been shaved off, making his face look much cleaner. Paired with a brand-new Purple and Green Color-Clash Robe, he looked quite energetic.

However, the color-blocked robe was still too eye-catching, and it was inevitable that it would attract attention when walking through King's Cross Station.

"I'll take it!"

Xenophilius took Luna's luggage, Luna took Xenophilius's arm and skipped away from King's Cross Station.

Away from the surging crowds at the station, Xenophilius, walking down the street, started talking about Hogwarts.

In fact, owls often bring envelopes and postcards home, Xenophilius would repeatedly look at these letters, but he still couldn't help wanting to ask, even though he had also graduated from Hogwarts.

It seemed that only by actually hearing Luna's answer could he feel at ease and be sure that Luna was doing well at Hogwarts.

"Honey, are you settling in well at Hogwarts? How's the food? Don't go hungry!"

"Dad, I'm doing quite well there...and I'm not hungry! Wizet and I have made a discovery! It turns out the kitchen is near the Hufflepuff Common Room! All we have to do is find a painting of fruit..."

"Honey, I remember Snape was the Potions Class professor... When I was in school, he was always pretty rude to me... He wouldn't have criticized you like that, would he?"

"Dad, Professor Snape seems like a thorn in my side. As long as I follow the steps on the blackboard to make the Potions, he won't say anything... and Wizet will even help me with the preparation, so don't worry!"

"Honey, rest at home for a day. I'll take you shopping for lots of clothes tomorrow! You said you had a cold last time, and I... sigh!"

"Dad, don't worry! I'm all better now, aren't I? Besides, Wizet can make Invigoration Potion Invigoration Potion —they're sweet, not bad at all! Oh, and we even started a club..."

When they returned to the Ottery St Catchpole, Xenophilius looked at the night sky and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He was now relieved, not only to be certain that Luna was doing well at Hogwarts, but also to be certain of something else— that Wizet was doing well at Hogwarts as well.

They walked along the path for a while, and the lawn beside them shimmered with a hazy silvery sheen.

"Frigga!" Luna released Xenophilius's arm and lunged towards the silvery light.

The lawn seemed to transform into a swimming pool filled with duckweed, from which the Eight-Legged Steed emerged, raised its neck, and carried Luna on its back.

Luna pressed herself against the back of the Eight-Legged Steed, speaking softly like a lullaby, "I'm back! Did you like the berries and honey I sent back?"

The Eight-Legged Steed twitched its ears and let out a light neigh, as if answering Luna's question.

It glanced back at Wizet and Xenophilius, stretched its neck toward the distant Carriage Castle, flicked its tail as if to say hello, and then led Luna into the lawn.

"They must have taken Luna back to the garden," Xenophilius said, picking up his luggage and quickening his pace. "Let's go back too!"

Perhaps it was the magic wand that was broken because of "Thunder" that made the garden so lush and green, even though it was winter, showing no signs of decay or desolation.

All sorts of Magical Plants seemed to be thriving, their branches swaying in the cold wind without showing any signs of wilting.

Luna strolled through the lush garden, her steps as light as a dance.

The Eight-Legged Steed followed behind Luna, its body radiating a silvery glow that tinged the surrounding plants with a silvery sheen.

Luna reached out and gently stroked a lavender plant, her bright eyes reflecting a silvery glow, her face filled with the joy of returning home.

Watching Luna playing in the garden, Xenophilius, his voice trembling with emotion, "It's so nice! I was wondering why something felt off before, like something was missing from the garden..."

Wizet looked up at Xenophilius, "Mr. Lovegood..."

"Cough cough cough..." Xenophilius a few times, "It's a bit cold outside! My nose is red from the cold!"

"Of course, it is a bit cold." Wizet nodded with a smile. "Mr. Lovegood, please take care of yourself and don't catch a cold."

"Okay!" Xenophilius, grabbing the luggage from Wizet's hand. "I'll go in and prepare dinner. You guys come in quickly later!"

"Look at this!" Luna beckoned to Wizet. "Do you think it's even better looking than the one at Hogwarts ...?"

Wizet glanced at Xenophilius figure, then quickly ran towards Luna, "Coming!"

Compared to last year's Christmas holiday, Xenophilius was not as busy this year.

With the opening up of an overseas market, the sales of "The Quibbler" naturally increased;

Xenophilius was no longer a lone wolf; he not only hired several employees but also rented a shop around Diagon Alley to serve as the office of the Quibbler magazine.

With staff on staff, Xenophilius no longer needed to do everything himself; he only needed to make the final checks.

Therefore, he had more free time and was able to take Luna and Wizet shopping to buy items and clothes for the upcoming Christmas Eve.

"As I mentioned before, I will open a vault for you in Gringotts. This is the key to the vault."

In Gringotts' grand marble hall, Xenophilius rummaged through his pockets, pulled out a golden key, and waved it at Wizet.

Xenophilius pushed the key in front of the Goblin, "Take us to Mr. Vizet Lovegood's vault."

The Goblin picked up the key and examined it with utmost seriousness. "Come with me!"

Led by the Goblin, Wizet and the others passed through the marble hall and came to a narrow corridor.

Several torches hung on both sides of the corridor, illuminating the entire corridor. Looking towards the end of the corridor, you could see a railway track extending out from the end.

Arriving in an unfamiliar place, using my Magic Eye to observe my surroundings has gradually become a habit.

Wizet diverted some attention to the map in her mind. Just like the unfamiliar places she had encountered before, this part of the map also had a fog waiting to be dispelled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please hop on!" the Goblin said casually, then whistled into the darkness ahead. A uniquely shaped minecart appeared in the darkness...