I, Hogwarts Second Week

Hermione's plan was still necessary.

After all, there are many treasures at Hogwarts.

He has not yet taken away the treasure from Merlin's secret chamber.

After careful consideration, Owen decided to agree to Hermione's plan: "Well - this is up to you."

The underground network of Hogwarts is intricate and maze-like, with multiple secret passages connecting the castle to the outside world.

As long as Voldemort wasn't in the castle, it wasn't that dangerous.

In addition, he also considered that with the deepening of their studies, members of D.A. (Dumbledore's Army), including Hannah, Luna, Neville, etc., have found it difficult to achieve new breakthroughs and growth in regular courses. Instead of letting them spend boring time in the classroom, let them learn in practice and grow in battle.

"What about you, Owen?" Hermione looked at him, staring straight at him.

"Me?" Owen thought for a moment and said slowly: "After this incident, I will go to the cave Divine Grant Tower. It is the last Divine Grant Tower recorded by the [God's Favorite] Order.

It was also the Divine Grant Tower that was transformed by Hogwarts after a certain heir defeated the enemies inside. There may be no ancient magic left in it, but it certainly contains some kind of secret - I want to take a look anyway. "

"Is it dangerous?" Hermione asked again.

"Probably not. You can ask Principal Dexter about this. But the situation inside is very complicated. This Divine Grant Tower is different from others. It should require some tests or other things." Owen shook his head, "Specific details I don’t know much about the situation, but this is the last one and the one I must go to.”

"Okay." Hermione said with a low expression.

This time she couldn't follow.

She still has her own things to do.

While talking, Professor Sprout suddenly appeared at the entrance of the chapel.

"I want to talk to you," she said, "Owen and Hermione and Harry and Ron."

"Okay Professor," Hermione said obediently as she stood up.

Then several people followed Professor Sprout out of the chapel, walked through the crowded open space, and came to a barn near the forest. This place was far away from the hustle and bustle of the school, and seemed particularly quiet and mysterious.

Inside the barn, the air is filled with the aroma of hay and fresh ingredients. This is a place used by the Muggle government to store supplies and food for the school. Normally, few wizards come.

Only some house elves come here.

When a few people walked into the barn, they happened to encounter a few elves preparing ingredients, including Dobby.

"Oh - sir!" Dobby jumped up excitedly when he saw Owen, his big eyes shining with joy.

He is now a well-known elf among elves, and is famous throughout the Muggle world. Although most Muggles couldn't see the difference in appearance between Dobby and other elves.

Upon seeing this, Professor Sprout smiled and said to Dobby: "Dobby, thank you very much for your hard work, but now, I need to talk to these students alone. Can you take your companions and leave temporarily? For a moment?”

"Of course, Professor." Dobby nodded, and then left the barn with the other elves.

After the elves left, Professor Sprout waved his wand, and several armchairs that looked ordinary but were actually extremely comfortable appeared out of thin air in front of them, and then motioned for them to sit down.

Harry, Owen, Hermione and Ron sat down one by one in confusion.

As soon as they sat down, with a bit of the breeze brought by walking still in the air, Professor Sprout spoke in a solemn yet gentle tone: "Albus left you some Relics.”

"The principal left us a relic?" Hermione said immediately, she was surprised.

Professor Sprout nodded slightly and glanced at everyone gently, "Yes, when we were carefully sorting out Albus's belongings, we found his will - those things could have been handed over a month ago. You guys, but because of one of the special items, Mr. Theseus Scamander couldn't find a way to destroy it after studying it for a long time, so he wasted some time."

"What?" Harry said almost at the same time as Hermione, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Wait a minute -" Professor Sprout said, then reached into her cloak and pulled out a drawstring pouch. She pulled out a roll of parchment, unfolded it and read: "Albus Percival Wu Will of Alfric Brian Dumbledore - I left my Deluminator to Ron Bilius Weasley in the hope that he would remember me when he uses it."

Professor Sprout took out something from the bag: it looked like a silver lighter, but with just a flick of the thing, it could absorb all the light from a place and then light it again. The professor leaned forward He handed the Deluminator to Ron, who took it and turned it over in his hand, looking dumbfounded.

"This is a very valuable thing." The professor looked at Ron and said: "It is unique. I believe it was designed by Albus himself."

"I know Professor." Ron said blankly: "I just don't understand why the principal would give me this thing?"

Owen took the Deluminator from Ron's hand and felt it carefully.

It contains very weak ancient magic power, and the patterns on the surface also have traces of runes. It is obvious that Dumbledore modified it later.

"Where the treasure is, there is the heart." He whispered, and then returned the Deluminator to Ron.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"It can take you home." Owen explained, "No matter where we are, as long as you read your name, the Deluminator will produce a blue ball of light, and the ball of light will illuminate you, and you will know Find our location, and then you can apparate over."

“There is Victor’s warp-jumping technology, and there is also Nicoléme’s technology.”

"In short, Dumbledore probably gave him to you because of your previous experience of being captured in the Tower of Divine Grant in Brazil. I hope it can always point you in the direction home in the future."

"Is that so?" Ron felt like he had found a treasure, holding the Deluminator in his hands and looking at it carefully, "Oh - I never knew Dumbledore valued me so much!"

"Of course Dumbledore values ​​you. Ron." Harry patted him on the shoulder and said.

Professor Sprout nodded, then looked at Hermione.

"I leave "Hogwarts: A School History" to Miss Hermione Jane Granger. I hope she can find the answers she wants from this book."

The professor took out another small book from the bag. It was a very worn old book with spots on the cover and peeling off in many places. This was most likely what Dumbledore purchased when he was in school.

Hermione took the book wordlessly, placed it on her lap, and looked down.

"Hogwarts: A School History" is a book about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and its history, with more than 1,000 pages. This book is Hermione's favorite, and she often refers to various aspects of Hogwarts based on this book - the three most frequently mentioned things are the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall that shows the weather outside, and the fact that it cannot be used in school. Apparition, and electronic equipment will malfunction in the school.

Hermione had memorized this book by heart a long time ago.

I really don't know why Dumbledore gave this book to her.

"Why did Dumbledore give you this book?" Harry naturally knew that Hermione had read this book frequently.

Over the past few years, Hermione had often talked about what she learned from this book.

"Didn't you think that this book never mentioned Hogwarts' use of house elves to serve students? You even said that this book should be called "A Revised History of Hogwarts". It's appropriate, or call it "A Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, with the Dark Side of the School Covered Up." Owen looked at Hermione and said, "I think the book you are holding now should be." It's what Dumbledore added. Maybe there's something new in it."

"I will read it carefully several times." Hermione said decisively.

Professor Sprout nodded silently and said nothing more. They have been studying this book carefully for a month, but they have not been able to find any new content. Perhaps as Harry and Owen guessed, there is some kind of magical mechanism hidden in it, and they have not yet found the key to open it.

"My legacy to Harry James Potter is a ring I received from an old friend. Wear it when you're done. It will guide you on the next steps."

"Ring?" Harry was stunned when he heard this.

Just as he was about to ask further, a sudden tingling sensation spread across his forehead.

Owen's face instantly became solemn, and he could hardly believe his eyes - the ring that Professor Sprout took out was the Horcrux they had been searching for all this time, the Gaunt Ring!

"This - Principal Dumbledore has already obtained the Gaunt ring from Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"I think so," Professor Sprout said.

"Mr. Theseus Scamander has studied it for a long time in the past month, but still has not found a way to destroy it."

"This is simple." Owen said. Then he gently handed the Gaunt ring to Hermione. Their eyes met at this moment. No need to say anything, they already understood each other.

She reached out and fumbled around in the pocket on her waist.

Ten seconds later, a weapon forged from pure silver with a ruby ​​inlaid at the end of the handle that looked like a medieval straight sword appeared in her hand.

"Is this the Sword of Gryffindor?" Professor Sprout was stunned. "It turns out this sword has always been on you."

"Professor Dumbledore's arrangement, and Granger obtained Godric's inheritance, this sword chose to follow her." Owen explained.

"Oh - I don't blame you, it's just that Mr. Theseus Scamander thought of many ways to destroy the Horcrux. Naturally, he also thought of the Sword of Gryffindor, but he never found it."

"Okay, now, Hermione, it's up to you to destroy it." The professor said.

Hermione nodded solemnly, raised the Sword of Gryffindor, and pointed it at the ominous Gaunt ring on the ground.

Perhaps knowing that he was about to die soon, the ring suddenly stood up and then spun at high speed, trying to escape this final fate.

It's a pity that the power of the remnant soul in the ring cannot move the ring itself at all, and the most it can do is make it rotate.

Hermione didn't give the ring any chance to breathe, and the Gryffindor sword in her hand suddenly struck down.

A 'ding' sound.

The sword and the ring collided, and thick black mist instantly erupted.

They saw a human face in the smoke, it was Voldemort's face, ferocious and terrifying, slowly dissipating amidst the heart-rending shouts.

"Is this the last Horcrux?" Harry's voice trembled slightly, and his face was as pale as paper.

Owen stared at Harry, his deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, but in the end he just nodded gently without saying too much.

Then he handed the Gaunt Ring to Harry.

If it was an ordinary item as a Horcrux, then the moment the Horcrux was destroyed, the item would also be destroyed, but this was the Three Hallows.

There was no scar on the Resurrection Stone, and even the ring itself could not see any scars.

Harry took the ring with his forehead covered.

He did not see anything, but felt that the ring in his hand was just an ordinary item.

Owen nodded slightly, understanding that Dumbledore's magic should be left on the ring.

Just as he said-put it on at the end.

Only when Harry faced the end, he would see his deceased relatives through the Resurrection Stone.

"Keep it, it will be of great use." Owen said nothing more.

Death requires immersion. It is impossible for Harry to understand the true meaning of death by just saying it. If Harry is told all of Dumbledore's plans, it may affect his future decisions and lead to terrible consequences.

Harry nodded in ignorance and put the ring away solemnly.

"That's a good thing." Professor Sprout smiled.

"We are one step closer to victory, aren't we?" she said.

Then, he took out a slightly old book from his pocket.

"What I left for Owen Wendy Rozier Sanchez is a small personal gift from me - my collection of poems.

In addition to my busy teaching career and college management, I always find some quiet time to read the famous books in the Muggle world.

They show the beauty and depth of life from different perspectives, giving me endless inspiration and enlightenment.

So, I also tried to use my clumsy brushstrokes to imitate the style of those masters and wrote these shallow poems.

I also hope that you can find true courage and strength from these poems."

Owen took the worn notebook from Professor Sprout.

The cover is made of cheap artificial leather, and the years have left mottled marks on it. The edges are slightly worn, but this does not reduce its value, but adds a bit of quaint and vicissitudes of beauty.

Opening the title page, the familiar handwriting belonging to Dumbledore is clearly visible.

Written on yellowed paper.