HP Magic Biography

What we really want to know, Professor Black, is if someone else, um, dropped the sword? Maybe it was a chance to clean up... or something! Hermione asked, frowning.

When Fan Lin used his hat to pull out the Gryffindor sword, Hermione was naturally present, but it may be that the Gryffindor sword judged that Fan Lin did not need it, so the Gryffindor sword did not It appeared in Fan Lin's hands.

This is exactly what made Fan Lin doubt the magic cast on Gryffindor's sword.

Relying on items to judge whether it is needed, that is, Gryffindor will do such unreliable things.

Think about the people around you, Sirius, Dumbledore, Harry Potter... If it wasn't for Voldemort's incident, 80% of Van Lin and Hermione would be going to Ravenclaw, but , maybe this is fate?

Ignoring what Fan Lin thought, Phineas Nigel once again temporarily stopped the activity of saving the eyes at hand and let out a giggle.

Muggle-born children, he said, goblin-made things don't need to be cleaned. Simple-minded girls, goblin silver materials can be free from dirt. They only absorb things that increase their strength.

Don't call Hermione simple-minded! said Harry.

I'm too lazy to argue with you, said Phineas Nigel, maybe it's time I went back to the Headmaster's office?

Since he was blindfolded, he began to fumble with the frame, trying to feel his way out of the portrait and back to Hoggarts.

But suddenly Harry had an idea.

Dumbledore! Can't you bring Dumbledore here?

What did you say? Phineas Nigel asked.

Professor Dumbledore's portrait...can you bring him here, right here, in your frame? Phineas Nigel tilted his head in the direction of Harry's voice.

Obviously Muggle-borns aren't the only ones who are ignorant, Potter. Only the portraits inside Hogwarts can talk to each other, but they can't move outside the castle unless it's a portrait of themselves. Professor Dumbledore can't Come here with me. And after I have been treated like this at your hands, I promise I will never come here again!

Harry looked down, watching Phineas try harder to get out of the frame.

Professor Black, said Hermione, you just told us, please, when was the last time you saw that sword leave its place? Before Ginny took it out, I mean.

Phineas hummed impatiently through his nose.

I remember the last time I saw Gryffindor's sword leave its place, it was when that boy Valin took it out with Dumbledore.

Go out together?

Horcrux! Fan Lin made a mouth shape.

But after switching back, no one has moved? Fan Lin asked.

As you have done, there are many ways to hide from our eyes. Phineas said.

Hermione looked back at Fan Lin helplessly, and they didn't dare to say anything before Phineas Nigel, who had already found the exit.

I'm very sorry to bother you! Fan Lin said regretfully.

Well then, good night, he said sharply, before stepping out of their sight again. When all he had left in the frame was the brim of his hat, Harry suddenly called out, Wait a minute! Are you going to tell Snape what you've seen?

Phineas Nigel thrust his blindfolded head back into the frame.

Professor Snape has more important things to worry about, such as those Dumbledore's people. Goodbye, two boys. After he finished speaking, he disappeared completely, except for the black blindfold Nothing is left.

Harry! Hermione yelled.

I know! Harry exclaimed. He could hardly contain himself, beating the air with his fist. This is more than he expected to get. He stood up and strode out of the tent, thinking he could run a mile. He doesn't even feel hungry anymore.

Hermione re-rolled Phineas' drawing and put it back in her beaded pouch. She put the bag aside when she buttoned it up.

So, we still haven't found it.

Unfortunately.

It didn't fall into Snape's hands, though, as Dumbledore's will said.

Then, the sword was copied, and the fake one was placed in the cabinet in the principal's office, at least, after I used him last. Fan Lin said, However, I would prefer Dumbledore to tell me where it was kept.

Harry paused for a moment, and his original pleasant mood gradually cooled down.

They stared at each other, and Harry felt invisible answers floating in the air around them, so close to them. Why didn't Dumbledore tell him? Or had he hinted, in fact, told Harry, but Harry didn't react at the time?

It must not be too far from us, said Harry.

Think! whispered Hermione. Think! Where might he have kept that sword?

Not Hogwarts, Harry said, starting to think again.

Maybe somewhere in Hogsmeade? suggested Hermione.

Screaming Shack? said Harry. Nobody can get in that.

But Snape knows how to get in safely, isn't that kind of risky?

Dumbledore trusted Snape, Harry reminded her.

There's not enough evidence that he switched the sword! said Hermione.

Yeah, that's what you said, said Harry, and he was happier than he had been at the thought that Dumbledore had left him something that would slightly show that he didn't trust Snape that much. .

So, Dumbledore hid it in a place that only you can know, Harry! Fan Lin said.

So, he'll keep that sword safe away in Hogsmeade, and then? What do you think, Ron? Ron? Harry looked around, thinking for a split second that Ron had Leaving the tent, he saw Ron lying on the dark bunk, looking expressionless.

Oh, remember me, don't you? he said.

What?

Ron snorted loudly and stared at the underside of the top bunk.

You three continue, don't let me disturb your good interest.

Harry looked at Hermione bewilderedly, but Hermione shook her head, obviously she didn't know what happened to Ron.

What's wrong with you? Fan Lin asked after a pause.

What's the matter? It's nothing, said Ron, still not looking at them. It's none of your business anyway. There were a few thuds overhead. It started to rain.

Well, obviously you have something on your mind, said Harry, tell it all, okay?

After hearing Harry's words, Ron took his long legs off the bed and sat up. He looked mean and not like his usual self.

Okay, I'll say it all. Don't expect me to be jumping up and down in the tent for joy, because we have a lot of things to do. Things that are on the list of things you don't know about.

I don't know? Harry repeated. I don't know?

Boom, boom, boom...

The rain was getting heavier and faster, and the raindrops fell in a dense rush on the river bank covered by fallen leaves around them, and some fell through the darkness into the gurgling river.

Anger replaced Harry's original joy.

Ron's thoughts were exactly the same as what Fan Lin expected and worried at the beginning.

I've never lived like this, said Ron. You know, I've got a broken arm, and I don't have anything to eat, and my back is numb every night. You know, I just wish we were in What did we accomplish after a few weeks on the run.

I think you know you asked to come, said Harry.

Yes, I know that. Ron said flatly, as if talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

So what made you inconsistent? Harry asked, now unable to contain his anger. Do you think we should live in a five-star hotel? Find a Horcrux every other day? You want to go back to your mommy for Christmas?

We thought you knew what we were supposed to do! cried Ron, rising to his feet, his words like a searing dagger. We thought Dumbledore told you what to do! We thought you had a definite plan!

Ron! Hermione screamed, over the rain, but Ron ignored him.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Harry said, his voice still very calm even though he felt empty inside.

I've been very frank with you from the beginning. I've told you everything Dumbledore told me. And if you haven't noticed, we've found a Horcrux...

Yeah, and then, we found a Horcrux, and then we hid, and in the end we didn't even know how to find him, there's nothing like that!

Enough, Ron! Fan Lin said, You should pay attention to what you say.

Aren't I stumped? Tell me, what have we been doing? Looking for Horcruxes aimlessly? You stare at a piece of parchment all day, but what do you know?

I'm watching, but, it's better than you whining and doing nothing all day long. Fan Lin said, What do you think you did? Get hurt, or something else? These things happen in the house. Who hasn't done it?

Yeah, I haven't done it, I really don't matter! Ron's voice suddenly became extremely cold, it felt like the first time he faced Voldemort, and then he was pierced by Voldemort's soul and died Pass.

Oh, Fan Lin, you shouldn't... Hermione tugged at Fan Lin, but Fan Lin didn't answer, just closed the book and looked at Ron coldly.

Was it a mistake to bring Ron out?

Perhaps his expectations were too high, or he was too confident in himself, and he took it for granted that he could change something, but in fact, he did not change anything. After satisfying his fantasy, he turned things into something Worse?

No, there is nothing worse!

Fan Lin stared at Ron coldly.

So, I don't understand what you're complaining about. If you think you can come up with a decent and successful plan for Voldemort, of course, I'll do whatever you say, but you can't.

Fan Lin said firmly, Neither can I. Harry, Hermione, and even Dumbledore, no one can face him with a fabricated plan. Our plan is very simple. Collect Horcruxes , and kill him, of course, this is the only thing we can do, so, I want to ask you, what are you complaining about? Or, I did something wrong, or Harry?

In other words, besides the fact that we've been together for a long time, what right do you have to complain?

Raindrops were pounding on the tent, tears kept streaming down Hermione's cheeks, and the excitement of a few minutes ago was gone, as if it had never been there.

It was as if a little spark had popped off and gone, leaving only darkness, damp and cold.

Ron didn't speak, just stared at them silently in the dark.

What are you still doing here? Harry asked, taking a deep breath.

I don't know! said Ron.

You go home, said Harry.

Yeah! I'm getting ready, Ron yelled, and he took a few steps towards Harry, who didn't flinch. Didn't you hear them say what happened to my sister? But you don't give a damn, do you, it's just the Forbidden Forest, and Harry's 'faced worse' Potter doesn't care that she happened there What, well, those giant spiders and werewolves...

I'm just saying...he's with the others...with Hagrid...

Yes, I get it, you don't care! No matter what happens to the rest of my family, 'The Weasleys can't afford to have another child hurt', you hear that?

yes, I……

Even if you hear it, don't you worry about those words?

Ron! Hermione wiped away tears anxiously, I don't think that means that something happened, something we don't know. Think about it, Bill has been disfigured, and now many people Knowing that George has one ear too, you too are supposed to be dead or out of magic, I'm sure he's talking about those things...

Oh, you're sure, aren't you? Well, well, I won't let them worry about us anymore. So, you're all right, of course, your parents are fine...

So, this is your reason! Fan Lin stood up and grabbed Ron by the collar.

Let go of me! Ron dressed roughly.

You need to wake up! As he said, Fan Lin couldn't help but punched Ron's nose, and immediately, bright red blood flowed down Ron's nose.

Everyone is responsible for their actions, Ron! Mr. Weasley wouldn't do that, Mrs. Weasley, or Fred, George, Bill, or even Ginny, they're more sane than your head There are many!

Yeah, I'm not sober! Ron wiped the blood under his nose with his hand, Why should I be sober, I only care about what I care about and what I want to do, if everything is wrong...

Before Ron finished the second half of his sentence, suddenly, Ron stood up abruptly, and Fan Lin also responded accordingly.

But before the two of them could take their wands out of their respective pockets, Hermione had raised her own: There are obstacles!

She sobbed and said that an invisible wall of air ran across them, separating them, Ron was on the left, and the three of them were on the right, as if they were two worlds, and everyone in the room couldn't help but Personally feel cold.

Harry felt a bit of pain, like broken glass, and he knew very well that there was an irreparable rift between the four of them.

Ron didn't speak, but just glanced at the three people opposite him coldly.

So, I quit! Ron said, put the extinguisher in his pocket beside the bed, and then rushed into the rainy night without saying a word.

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