The Swedish Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.
The Unspeakable calmly reported: "At 10:30 or 10:40 this morning, the Department of Mysteries was attacked. None of the Unspeakables were injured, but it is suspected that an Obscurial broke into the Ministry of Magic."
The Swedish Minister of Magic looked around at the mess and asked, "During the attack on the Department of Mysteries, was anything stolen?"
"The Spear of Gungnir and the Eye of Odin."
What... were their functions?
"According to the regulations of the Department of Mysteries, you must sign a magical confidentiality agreement before I can explain the effects of the two magical items to you in detail."
"I'll consider it. Are there any more details? I need them to get the Auror Office moving."
"Obscurial's goal was very clear, and he seemed to be guided by something, so we cannot rule out the possibility that he had mastered ancient magical power."
Upon hearing the Unspeakable utter that word, the Swedish Minister of Magic frowned. "Ancient magical power? What is that? A... very ancient kind of magic?"
"I need to establish a magical confidentiality agreement before I can disclose the details."
"Loki's tongue! Can't he reveal even a little useful information? Information that doesn't involve the Department of Mysteries!"
"I suggest contacting the British Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries and mentioning 'the resurgence of ancient magical forces.' They will take action."
"So... this involves other countries? A diplomatic crisis? Was it orchestrated by people in England?"
The Unspeakable shrugged. "Without a magical confidentiality pact, I can only say... perhaps that 'greatest wizard of our time' knows more."
Watching the Unspeakable's departing figure, the Swedish Minister of Magic spat, "The Unspeakable? The Riddler!"
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Fortunately, Vizette and his roommates finished their homework on the train, so now he could fully enjoy his vacation.
The following week, Snape sent him a reply with only a few simple words: Whatever. Don't embarrass yourself, or don't use it.
In addition, he had also included a potion recipe with the letter, which happened to be the recipe for the Invigoration Draught.
The writing on it was the same as the message, so it must have been written by Snape himself.
The recipe also included instructions on how to process the corresponding materials, as well as how to identify which Invigoration Draughts were considered excellent finished potions.
Even if Vizette obtained Snape's potion recipe, he would never be able to brew an Invigoration Draught properly, and he would never add Snape's name to it.
After obtaining his wizard passport, Xenophilius began to arrange his itinerary.
Since wizards had special passports, they naturally also had their own travel agencies.
For example, in Diagon Alley, there was a wizard travel agency called "Terror Tour."
This travel agency, located at 59 Diagon Alley, primarily offered adventure tours, including thrilling and exciting vacation packages with attractions such as the Bermuda Triangle.
The travel contracts for these "horror tours" were also practically worthless; they assumed no responsibility for any injuries or deaths that might occur during the trip.
Signing this travel contract was tantamount to signing a death warrant.
Xenophilius cherished Luna and would certainly not choose the "horror journey."
To this end, he even reluctantly bought the latest issues of the Daily Prophet in search of a reliable wizarding hotel.
The reason for using the word "reluctantly" was that Xenophilius did not believe in the Daily Prophet.
He believed that the newspaper was Cornelius Fudge's mouthpiece, only speaking well of Cornelius Fudge and not reporting any truth related to him.
Therefore, buying several issues of the Daily Prophet was tantamount to indirectly funding Cornelius Fudge.
Over the course of a few days, Xenophilius spent his time either planning routes at home or discussing travel expenses at the Wizard's Inn, and he even took the Muggle bus there.
He also witnessed the prosperity of the Muggle world and would occasionally praise the wonders of the Muggles.
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While Xenophilius was busy choosing a hotel, Vizette took the initiative to take care of Luna.
He even made a special trip to Flourish and Blotts and noted down many books related to the magic of home life.
He memorized spells from magic books such as "Practical Home Magic," "Conjure a Feast!" and "Enchant Your Cheese."
Aside from continuing to practice Occlumency and deepening his research on Ancient Magic: Instant Shield, he devoted most of his time to home magic.
After several days of learning, he had gained a deeper understanding of the magic of home life.
Especially in the realm of cooking magic, fixed spells were rarely used; it was even somewhat similar to transfiguration magic, placing greater emphasis on the wizard's autonomy.
Learning these kinds of home life magic gave Vizette a feeling of returning to a distant past.
It was as if one were witnessing a wizard with a talent for spellcasting gradually master and use magic to cook up a sumptuous meal.
These books on home magic rarely contained any spells; they generally used simple words such as "rise," "fall," "rub," and "cut."
It described more of a feeling, what kind of feeling it could drive ingredients to do, which was very interesting to learn.
Once one got the hang of it, one wouldn't even need these simple commands; one could simply let the ingredients and utensils start cooking, which was very pleasant and magical.
This was why a large number of wizards were extremely unskilled in household magic and could only complete the cooking process by manually operating kitchen utensils.
Like Xenophilius, who only possessed the magic of stews for everyday life, he was always cooking various stews at home.
Fortunately, Vizette had a similar learning experience at the Hog's Head Inn, so it wasn't difficult for him to master home life magic.
Just as Vizette put down "Conjure a Feast!" and was about to call Luna home, the door was pushed open.
Luna held an umbrella and a net bag in one hand and a small bucket in the other.
The clear water in the bucket rippled and wet her trouser legs.
The midday sun shone on her back, casting a golden halo around her, especially her small, delicate ears, which appeared somewhat translucent in the sunlight, like the wings of an elf.
"Next time you want to go fishing, you can call me." Vizette quickly took the bucket and waved his wand, "Scourgify!"
Water stains and dust clumped together and were thrown into the garden by Vizette to irrigate the plants.
The Christmas cactus in the garden, nourished, happily swayed its vines, and its flowers trembled as well.
Luna's eyes were bright, and she tilted her head slightly as she said, "I want to eat fish. Could you make something... different?"
"A colorful fish…" Vizette glanced at the small bucket, smiled and nodded, "If you don't want stew, I'll make fried fish! I just learned how to make it today."
"Up! Smash!" Vizette waved his wand, and the rainbow fish flew out of the water, struggling before crashing heavily into the sink.
Luna hummed a little tune as she carried her bucket up the stairs…
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