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Chapter 282 Mr. Lupin's Discovery
Chapter 282 Mr. Lupin's Discovery
While the dueling tournament at Hogwarts was in full swing, Mr. Lupin, far away on the European continent, seemed to have encountered some trouble.
His boots pounded on the grass, and a hint of confusion crossed his face as he looked down at the map.
Why does this look a little different from what's on the map?
Keep in mind that Lupin was holding a magical map that could show the environment around the holder. He had created it using a gadget he had invented back in Hogwarts.
However, without the help of the others, this map can only be used for a short period of time.
But there shouldn't be any difference in accuracy.
Lupin looked at the map and his surroundings with some confusion, and began to think about the reasons.
The simplest reason is that the map is broken, but Lupin doesn't think so—so the only other possibility is that there is magic around.
For example, exorcism spells and confusion spells—these spells interfere with one's own actions.
That's getting interesting—Lupin scratched his face, raised his wand, and flicked it: "Secret Revealed!"
As faint golden ripples spread out, the surrounding environment slowly changed.
Almost in the blink of an eye, a dilapidated hut appeared on the empty meadow around Lupin.
The house was very small, probably only big enough for two people to live in, but Lupin felt as soon as he saw it that this was the place he was looking for.
As he approached, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. Logically speaking, the relics left by Mr. PH should usually be protected by a magic circle—but the little house in front of him didn't seem to have one.
Was it because you left in a bit of a hurry? Or was there some other reason?
Lupin shook his head slightly and walked to the door of the room. With a slight movement of his hand, the door opened.
It seems the door wasn't even locked yet.
Lupin didn't rush into the room. He knelt down on one knee, picked up a small stone from the grass, and gently tossed it. After watching the stone roll a few times on the wooden floor without anything happening, he carefully stepped into the room.
There doesn't seem to be any trap—that's good.
Lupin felt slightly relieved, but he still gripped his wand tightly. He didn't want to end up in danger again, only to have Loila come to his rescue, just like before.
One such performance should be enough.
"Crunch~"
The soles of his shoes made a slightly harsh sound as they stepped on the decaying wooden floor. Lupin gently raised his wand: "Flicker."
Under the soft glow of the light, Lupin could clearly see the structure of the room.
The room was indeed small, and there was no magic like the Unseen Stretch Charm that he had expected. It looked like an ordinary Muggle hut.
Could it be that I'm mistaken?
No, it shouldn't be—Lupin looked at the somewhat messy experimental equipment on the table and realized that this must be the place where Mr. PH made the magic circle.
But apart from the work desk, the rest of the room really looked like an ordinary room: a large bed, a small living room, and a somewhat cramped kitchen.
Ok?
Lupin was somewhat surprised to find a lone piece of paper on the kitchen table, not in an envelope.
This must have been left by Mr. PH, right?
Lupin thought for a moment and decided not to notify Loila immediately, not only because it was already late, but also because Loila seemed quite disappointed that she hadn't obtained a new magic circle from the last ruin.
I'll investigate this thoroughly myself before notifying Loila to come over.
Thinking this, he slowly picked up the letter and began to read it.
"It's been a long time, at least for me."
It was a very standard Mr. PH tone, only it seemed a bit more composed than before.
"I'm glad you found this place. You definitely wouldn't have come here without the clues from the previous ruins and your knowledge of the magic circle."
Is that so?
Lupin raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem to have used any clues from the magic circle before; he was just relying on his legs, a magic wand, and a tracking charm.
Could it be that after writing so much, you forgot to use the anti-tracking spell and set up the magic circle?
In Lupin's mind, Mr. PH's value immediately dropped significantly.
"You must be really looking forward to learning how to create the magic circle, right?"
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"But unfortunately, after thinking it over, I still don't want to stay here."
"I'm sorry to say this, but my friend..."
Please allow me to call you a friend.
I'm sorry.
"It must have been almost ten years since you last wrote a letter to me, right?"
"A lot has happened in the past ten years, things that cannot be written down or told to you."
"But these things have indeed made me think a lot."
"For example, about my daughter—"
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Even after all these years, Mr. PH's thinking is still so unpredictable.
Lu Ping suppressed his helplessness and continued reading.
"My daughter seems to be very interested in magic circles."
"So after careful consideration, I realized that my previous actions might have been a bit unnecessary —"
"After all, by the time you can start treasure hunting, I'll probably be dead, or I'll be an old man. In any case—I've probably passed on the method of creating magic circles to my daughter."
"Of course—don't be discouraged, my friend."
"If she has become a renowned master of magic arrays in Europe by then, please give her this letter, and she will share with you the methods for creating magic arrays."
What does this mean?
Do we believe in the wisdom of future generations?
Lupin was momentarily at a loss for words, but when he saw the word "daughter," he suddenly thought of Loila.
Could this person be Roy's—no way, it shouldn't be?
Loila had read the letter many times; if it really was her father, how could she not recognize him?
Moreover—Loila clearly didn't know how to create a magic circle—Lupin thought for a moment, considered the connection between Mr. PH and Miss Hamilton, and finally concluded that it shouldn't have anything to do with Miss Hamilton.
Then he nodded slightly and continued looking down.
"However, those prophecies aren't necessarily accurate; at least, that's what the people who made them said."
"Because I don't know when you will open this letter, it may be too early or too late."
"So if you haven't heard of any renowned European master of magic arrays when you open this letter—"
"Then please come—"
Lupin's lips twitched slightly when he saw this—not because the location was strange—but because there was no location.
That's right, there's no location listed.
The letter ends here.
And it wasn't the kind of thing that abruptly ended there; rather, it was damaged by something—
Lupin noticed that a corner of the letter was missing, and the missing part was exactly that location.
"Restored to its original condition."
Lupin, refusing to believe in the curse, waved his wand, but unfortunately, after an unknown amount of time, even the spell could not be broken.
"This is a bit troublesome—" Lupin held the letter with a troubled expression for a few seconds, then waved his wand helplessly.
However, he was quite lucky; it seemed that the tracking spell would still work on the letter.
He nodded gently as he watched the letter slowly float up and fall.
It seems that this letter points to the end of Mr. PH's story, right?
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