v2 Chapter 1809： The legend of the fountain of good luck

It was a rock wall deep in the forest, covered with lush vegetation.

From any angle, this is a very hidden and unremarkable place.

There are few people around, 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 take it to their hearts, but regard them as Random graffiti, and I don't know how Xenophilius Lovegood found this in the first place.

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 the rock paintings below, which are many in number, far more than the information provided by Mr. Lovegood.

With white paint on the rock wall, there are many portraits of house-elves engaged in various activities, and there are many strange animals, including an unknown creature that Mr. It looks more like a mutant horned camel, and the style of the portrait is very similar to the style of the Hufflepuff golden cup pattern.

"Is there a clue to the location of the house-elves' homes?" Sirius asked.

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

"To be honest, I really don't see the meaning of these portraits." Sirius frowned and said, "There are some ancient legends in the mountains nearby. I heard about them when I went to James' house during the summer vacation. Before, someone had seen a garden full of rare and exotic grasses in the nearby forest. Many people said that the Good Luck Spring was in that garden. Have you heard the story of the Good Luck Spring? This story It's very famous, one of the most widely circulated bedtime fairy tales in the wizarding world, and I used to listen to my mother with Regulus when I was a kid."

"You mean the Fountain of Fortune? It's not the story of the Fountain of Fortune I've read, right?"

"What are you talking about, Hermione, there is only one story about the Fountain of Fortune, and every version is similar. A delightful garden is protected and enveloped by magic, and there is a Fountain of Fortune, just wash in it. After taking a bath, you can get permanent good luck. Three witches with their own misfortune set off to find the fountain of good fortune. After all kinds of disasters, they all harvested their own good fortune. We all understand that happiness is achieved by one's own efforts..."

"I know the story, Sirius, I mean, there is the story of the Fountain of Good Luck in Dumbledore's "Tales of Bedouin the Poet" left to me." Hermione said excitedly, "You say, he Did you find something, that's why it left us clues."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence!" Sirius said disapprovingly.

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

"Sounds a lot like Dumbledore," Harry muttered.

"I'm not as optimistic as you are, Hermione. The Fountain of Fortune is one of the oldest legends in the wizarding world. It is widely circulated, and almost all wizards have heard of it. Dumbledore may simply like that story. Even if that The garden is really home to the house-elves, so how does the story of the Fountain of Good Fortune help us?" Sirius continued, "We don't know how to find that place at all? For thousands of years, we don't know how many wizards have come here. Passed here, looking for the garden and the fountain of good luck, but found nothing. In fact, as the oldest gathering place of wizards in the world, there are not many legends like this in Godric's Hollow. Every one The ancient families of pure-blood wizards have secrets that no one knows, 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. In order to facilitate the search for clues, the gold cup has been kept there. Keep it in her hands, "Look at it, is this mural very similar to the pattern on the golden cup?"

"Indeed..." Harry and Sirius stepped forward and carefully compared and observed, "It's exactly the same, both in the style of house-elf."

"But what does this mean?"

"Hmm..." Hermione pondered, looking quickly at the paintings behind, "This seems to be some kind of ritual, and the golden cup is the key prop. This golden cup used to be the sacred artifact of house elves, which can make food It's kept fresh, and it's used for some kind of sacrificial activity. You see, this thing might be a gold cup, and these are house-elves."

She pointed to the petroglyph, right next to the one where Mr. Lovegood had determined that the Crooked Snorer existed.

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

In the portrait, many house-elves are crawling on the ground, and a golden cup is placed on the stone pier in front of it. The golden cup contains something, which seems to be sacrificed to a horned snoring beast. Elf.

After that, the picture becomes very abstract, and it is impossible to understand what the sculptor is trying to express. After a few more pictures, the ancient rune of "Home Elf Home" appears on the painting, which is a tree covered with lush plants. The place, looks a lot like the secret garden that Sirius said.

One thing in the middle looks a lot like a tree, but it doesn't look like much... These paintings are so abstract that it's hard for anyone to guess what the ancient house-elves were trying to express.

"Are we going to put food in gold cups for the Crooked Snore? Or some of us to the Crooked Snore," Harry said uncertainly, the frescoes adding to the confusion in his head. "And then it will take the rest to the elf's home?"

"It's really ridiculous, let the monster swallow itself, and besides, any reasonable person knows that the horned snoring beast does not exist." Sirius said, "It is a completely imagined magical animal, and also Only Xenophilius Lovegood would believe this, and I don't think he's normal here." He tapped his head with his finger.

"It may not be a horned snoring beast, but it does sacrifice food to something." Hermione's eyes still stayed on the mural, "We have read some existing materials and house elves before they were enslaved, they once Worshiping some kind of natural deity, and I think that might be the deity they worship."

"But what does this have to do with the fountain of good luck just mentioned? And where are we going to sacrifice food? Wouldn't it be to put the golden cup here, it looks stupid..."

"Dobby has something to say, and Dobby senses 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, there doesn't seem to be something right here..." Dobby said, coming to a mural that looked like many plants. He felt it for a while, then reached out and touched the rock wall.

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