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England, outside Ottery St. Catchpole.
Arthur Weasley returned home and affectionately hugged his wife, who was still busy in the kitchen.
Taking advantage of the time before dinner, he found an excuse and slipped out the front door, heading towards the wizarding community that had sprung up near the Lovegood's residence, less than half a year ago.
For the past month, he had spent less than half his time working at the Ministry of Magic. He had been spending more time participating in another colossal magical project that overturned his values, yet was incredibly tempting.
To avoid worrying Mrs. Weasley, he had to be extra careful. Even when he went out to discuss matters, he would use the excuse of visiting the Lovegoods next door, chatting with editor Xenophilius Lovegood to strengthen their friendship, and thanking "The Quibbler" for its support of the Weasley children.
Actually, with Arthur Weasley's caution, he wouldn't have easily gotten involved in such a troublesome matter, except...
"Arthur, you're here. You've been working hard these days, has Molly suspected anything?"
Not far away, an old wizard with snow-white hair stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the road sign. A few drops of evening dew slightly stained his dark green robe. It seemed he had been waiting by the roadside for quite some time.
Behind the old wizard, dozens of middle-aged and elderly wizards from abroad were also busy outside their small houses. Some were turning the soil in vegetable gardens, some were decorating their front doors with magic, and some were sitting on the eaves, using telescopes to study the stars... It looked exceptionally lively and peaceful, putting people at ease.
"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Molly is still making dinner, no problem."
Arthur Weasley walked over quickly, without hesitation. These residents were all trustworthy – those were Professor Dumbledore's words. Having known each other for decades, Mr. Weasley naturally believed what the old man said.
"But Professor Dumbledore, you could actually go directly to the Burrow, I believe Molly..."
"Alright, Arthur. Haven't we already discussed this matter?"
"Dumbledore" smiled slightly, a gleam flashing across the lenses of his half-moon spectacles. He raised his hand, interrupting Arthur Weasley, and looked at the middle-aged wizard with amazing magical modification skills, saying gently.
"You know, it's not that I don't trust Molly. But modifying an aircraft carrier is quite different from modifying a used Ford car, after all. Don't worry, when it's all over, I'll find an appropriate time to tell Molly myself..."
"But..."
Arthur Weasley suddenly felt a strange idea rise up unbidden. What if Professor Dumbledore was...
Glancing at Arthur Weasley, who still seemed somewhat worried, "Dumbledore" drew his wand from his sleeve and waved it flexibly in the surrounding air. An invisible magical protection barrier unfolded again.
The sky not far away suddenly dimmed. If someone were standing five meters away, they might not be able to see what was happening here. A thin mist gradually began to spread, enveloping the area behind in seconds.
"Then, that thing... Arthur, you brought it back from the vault, right?"
The old man asked softly with a solemn expression, his azure eyes fixed on Mr. Weasley's face.
"Of course, of course! Sorry, I was a little distracted."
Hearing Dumbledore's voice, Arthur Weasley came back to his senses. His gaze quickly moved away from the wand in the old wizard's hand, and he quickly fumbled in his robes, his honest face a little embarrassed and awkward.
It was a slender and unique wand, with exquisite and prominent wood knot carvings. Bones were embedded in the wand, and ancient characters were inscribed on it. Even from a distance, it could be recognized at a glance – Albus Dumbledore's wand. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley had seen it up close too many times. What had he been thinking just now?
Perhaps someone could imitate Professor Dumbledore's appearance through Transfiguration or Polyjuice Potion, but absolutely no one had the ability to take his wand head-on from the most powerful wizard in the world today, not even if Voldemort was resurrected.
Thoughtfully looking at Mr. Weasley, who seemed a bit distracted, "Dumbledore" gently stroked the prominent wood knot carvings on the wand with his finger, a flash of light in his eyes, and asked softly with concern.
"What's wrong, my boy? Is there anything strange about me?"
"Nothing, it's not your problem, Professor Dumbledore. I guess it's because I've been frequently traveling between Ukraine and England these days, so I'm a little tired. I'll get some rest early tonight..."
Arthur Weasley shook his head, silently adding in his mind – it seemed that he should talk less with Mr. Lovegood in the future, to the point that some absurd thoughts would pop up in his own mind from time to time.
After a slight pause, Mr. Weasley took out the light pink lady's wallet that had suddenly appeared in his vault, handed it to Dumbledore, and asked curiously after hesitating for a few seconds.
"But I don't understand what this is, I mean... I don't remember..."
"Hmm? You didn't open it to look along the way?"
The old wizard took the light pink lady's wallet, glanced at Arthur Weasley who was shaking his head, and imperceptibly raised his eyebrows, a satisfied look flashing in his eyes, and said in a gentle tone.
"Actually, it wouldn't matter even if you opened it. This is a noble and profound humanitarian rescue operation, your actions have saved many lives – come out, it's safe."
"Eh, come, come out?"
Arthur Weasley repeated with some confusion, then his eyes widened, looking forward in disbelief.
"Mr. Lockhart?! And Mr. Mair?! How are you here... and also..."
Along with the old wizard's voice, the opening of the seemingly ordinary light pink wallet rapidly expanded, and several figures squeezed out of it, appearing on this open space – an advanced application of the Extension Charm. If Arthur Weasley remembered correctly, this should be the special item that Albus Dumbledore applied to the International Confederation of Wizards to modify some time ago.
What was even more perplexing to Mr. Weasley was that, apart from the few wizards who had been working with him at the Muggle shipyard in Ukraine, there were also more than a dozen Gringotts goblins behind those wizards, but their attire looked quite different from the clerks he usually saw in the bank.
What exactly is this...?
"As expected... You've been watching from behind the scenes for months, haven't you, like watching a clown..."
Douglas turned his head and glanced at the white-haired wizard standing in the night, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously muttered, then sighed and quickly cleaned up his mood, his eyes brightened again.
"I don't think you'd be interested in hearing any nonsense about thanks for saving our lives... Anyway, let's get down to business! The purpose of the potatoes planted in the vast space of this wallet, and your next plan, you can now tell us one by one, right? After all..."
The demeanor of the former head of the Gringotts Risk Investment Department gradually returned to this goblin. Douglas looked around the wizarding town that had just been completed, grinned, and said.
"Time is money, my friend. May I ask – where is that lady?"
"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, she has already arrived at the room behind through the fireplace. Just follow me."
The old wizard took out a pocket watch from his robes and looked at it, answering with a gentle expression, then turned his head to look at Gilderoy Lockhart and Kurt Mair and the others standing aside, and nodded slightly.
"Then, Mr. Weasley here, I'll leave it to you to explain."
"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley is very familiar with us."
Gilderoy Lockhart gave a hearty smile, his gaze sliding across Arthur Weasley standing in the middle of the field, inadvertently landing on the book that the wizard was holding in his hand, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"Oh my, Arthur, I didn't expect you to actually buy my book on purpose, that's really too kind – if you need it, I can sign it for you, and write a message you want on the title page."
"Ahem, should we talk about business first?"
Kurt Mair glanced at Dumbledore's (Grindelwald's guise) expression not far away, raised his arm and heavily patted Lockhart's shoulder, who was a little excited because he had just experienced a small battle, and coughed lightly, looking at Mr. Weasley, who didn't know how to answer for a moment, and said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"After all... our poor Arthur's time to let off steam in the evening is limited. If we chat idly for too long, he might have to sleep on the floor when he gets home tonight, right? Of course, I remember that after the last overtime, he supposedly slept in the garage?"

Not far away, night was gradually falling, wisps of smoke wafted, exuding a tempting sweetness.
Inside Hogwarts, Ailiana, as usual, separated from her wings in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office – because she accidentally broke the Quidditch pitch goalpost with a Bludger in the previous match, she needed to serve detention here every weekend, copying sentences and learning how to control her magical abilities.
After saying goodbye to Hermione and the others, she pushed open the door and entered the DADA professor's office.
Ailiana walked straight through the "holographic projection" of Professor Apocalypse, conjured by magic at the door, and walked to the fireplace burning in the room, skillfully grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and sprinkled it into the fire, cleared her throat, and clearly said.
"Lovegood residence."

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