I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I don't know." Ernie shook his head, revealing a hint of helplessness and confusion in his tone: "The content of the letter is shocking, because the group of Death Eaters seems to be here to hunt goblins specifically."

"Specially hunt goblins?"

"Why?"

"Who knows." Ernie said.

Hermione frowned deeply when she heard this, "The actions of the Death Eaters are never without purpose," she said in a deep voice, "Their former alliance with the Goblin Brotherhood may be just a stopgap measure. Now, they are obviously willing to tear up this fragile peace for some purpose. The goblins may really have the key information or items they are eager to get."

"We may try to contact Sirius," Hermione suggested, although there was hesitation in her voice.

"Although Sirius is now in charge of goblin affairs, he is not very close to goblins. Besides, you know the cunning of goblins. Even the "important things" that the mysterious man wants to get, do you think the goblins will tell us?" Fred shook his head, not believing that Sirius could get any useful information from the goblins.

"We have to try." After saying that, Hermione turned and walked towards her temporary room in the alchemy workshop.

She called Dobby and told the elf the news.

In the current situation, the elves, with their secretive and agile characteristics, have become the best choice for transmitting information. They shuttle between Hogwarts and the outside world, like invisible messengers, ensuring the rapid and safe transmission of information.

After delivering her guess.

After delivering the message, Hermione's heart did not relax, but became heavier, so she chose to stay in this relatively safe haven and put all her mind into the relics left to her by Dumbledore - "Hogwarts: A History of the School" and Dumbledore's collection of poems.

Two books, one "Hogwarts: A History of the School" and Dumbledore's collection of poems, she studied day and night, chewing on the words repeatedly, almost to the point of madness. She tried to dig out the hidden clues from every detail in the book, but unfortunately, these seemingly ordinary books were like an indestructible wall, blocking all her efforts.

Time passed little by little.

There was a knock on the door.

It was an elf, Hermione knew it, it was one of the kitchen elves of Hogwarts.

Follow the elf out of the room and go to the temporary kitchen.

It's time for dinner.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food, warm and tempting. Hermione walked in and found that the twin brothers had put down their work and were sitting at a long table with several other friends.

Hannah, Justin, Neville, Ernie, Seamus, and Qiu Zhang, who Hermione had never expected to see at this moment, sat around the long table, and everyone had different degrees of worry on their faces.

They all gathered in Hogsmeade Village these days.

The Death Eaters in Hogwarts Castle are becoming more and more brutal.

Everyone secretly organized the little wizards in the castle, trained them, and taught them the necessary spells.

There is a secret passage in the Room of Requirement, leading to the Hog's Head.

Fred and George dug another secret passage leading to the Hog's Head, and they went to and from Hogwarts through this secret passage these days.

"What happened?" As soon as she sat down, Hermione was very keenly aware that the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

Everyone was talking to each other, and words such as Harry, the mysterious man, and Godric's Hollow would float out from time to time.

In an instant, Hermione realized that something was wrong. Harry might be in danger.

Qiu Zhang's voice sounded in the quiet air, with a bit of heaviness: "Today, we learned a worrying news from Tonks."

After graduation, she joined the Order of the Phoenix as expected.

Previously, she and Cedric defended several safe houses of the Order of the Phoenix together.

"Tonks?" Hermione frowned when she heard this.

She knew Tonks' current situation very well - she was already seven or eight months pregnant, and should have been waiting for the birth of her baby, but she was forced to stay away from peace because of the shadow of war. In order to protect this future mother, the Order of the Phoenix placed her in the most secret and safe place, hoping that she could get through this period smoothly.

"Yes, Professor Lupin told her. I heard it by accident-" Qiu Zhang said with a heavy heart. "Harry and Ginny were attacked in Godric's Hollow, and they encountered the mysterious man."

Mentioning Harry, the mysterious man and Godric's Hollow, Hermione's heart beat faster involuntarily.

"What?!!" Fred's voice almost penetrated the room, his pupils suddenly dilated, his face was full of astonishment and fear, he stood up suddenly, the chair made a harsh sound due to losing balance, the air around him seemed to solidify, and everyone's breathing stagnated.

"Don't be nervous, Harry and Ginny are safe now." Qiu Zhang comforted.

"Mr. Grindelwald is also in Godric's Hollow. He should be able to protect Harry and Ginny."

"Just--"

"Just what?" Hermione asked anxiously.

Suddenly Zhang Qiu became hesitant and his face looked very ugly.

In fact, no one present was very familiar with Grindelwald. The only one who was related was Hermione.

Because of Owen, she could also call Grindelwald grandpa.

Qiu Zhang was not sure how Hermione would react to the news.

Although it is normal for people to die in war, in just a few years, the number of people who died because of Voldemort may have exceeded one million, and this does not include those inhuman races.

If they were all added up, she couldn't imagine what the total would be.

But if the person who dies is one of his own relatives.

No one will be calm.

"It's just..." Zhang Qiu took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, with a tremor in his voice, "Mr. Grindelwald may have received news from Ginny that he lured away the mysterious man alone."

"You know, the mysterious man today is too powerful. Fighting alone. Others in the Order of the Phoenix feel that Mr. Grindelwald is in danger."

Hermione's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and she stood up abruptly. The chair made a screeching sound due to her movements, but it didn't seem to attract her attention at all. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.

"This is impossible." After thinking for a moment, Hermione came to the conclusion. She said with great determination: "This is just some speculation within the Order of the Phoenix. Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, he is the same as Albus. ·The legendary wizard who is on par with Principal Dumbledore, his strength is far beyond our imagination.”

Hearing the sound, there was silence all around, and the other little wizards also lowered their heads.

Yes, Grindelwald is indeed very powerful.

But even Dumbledore was dead, how could he defeat Voldemort?

"I know that the mysterious man is extremely powerful now, but I think Mr. Gellert can still do it if he chooses to escape."

"Yes, that's right!" After hearing Hermione's words, Fred immediately agreed: "Yes, Hermione is right! That's a legendary wizard, and escaping is a piece of cake for him."

Hermione's determination caused a subtle change in the surrounding atmosphere, and everyone else nodded in recognition.

At this moment, the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and with a sudden "pop", Dobby appeared in front of everyone.

"Miss Granger! Mr. Harry Potter is back!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

"Where?" Hermione asked almost impatiently, eyes flashing with excitement.

"It's in the store," Dobby said cheerfully.

"Shop! Oh! By the way, Harry doesn't know how to get into the workshop yet."

"I'll pick him up." George stood up and said. He left the kitchen in a blink of an eye.

Hermione followed, and the others took the opportunity to follow suit.

Soon, the group arrived at a hidden corner of the store outside, where Harry and Ginny were taking off their invisibility cloaks, revealing their slightly haggard faces and exhausted bodies. The long hours of fleeing and fighting had obviously put them under great pressure and exhaustion.

"Hermione-" Harry looked up and saw Hermione approaching, a mixture of emotions flashed in his eyes, including relief at seeing his friend and embarrassment about the upcoming questioning. When his eyes met Hermione's, he unconsciously avoided them slightly, fearing that his inner vulnerability would be seen through.

"Harry, relax." George came over at the right time and broke the tense atmosphere with his unique relaxed tone. He hugged Harry's neck forcefully, "We have just discussed that Mr. Grindelwald is so He is strong, and he will be able to escape safely. There is no problem in escaping with his strength."

Hearing this, Harry forced a forced smile, but there was still a trace of unconcealable worry in his eyes. "I just think that the monster is getting stronger and stronger, and it feels like we are getting further and further away from victory."

Seeing this, Hermione stepped forward gently and gave Harry a warm hug. "There will always be a way."

"Okay, don't think so much now." Fred interrupted the heavy atmosphere at the right time. He clapped his hands and said, "You two must not have had dinner yet. Let's go get something to eat."

The others gathered around Harry and Ginny and returned to the kitchen.

The kitchen is filled with a warm and familiar atmosphere, and the fire is dancing with cheerful flames, reflecting on every tired but hopeful face. Everyone sat around the long table, exchanging silent support and comfort with each other's eyes.

"Harry, eat something first." Hermione advised gently again.

However, Harry's eyes were empty, as if he didn't hear her words, and just stared blankly at the fragrant bowl of stew in front of him. Sitting here safely, his heart felt like it was being pressed down by a boulder, and guilt surged in like a tide, almost drowning him.

This time it was all his fault, he had exposed Grindelwald, he had allowed Ginny to be tortured.

If he hadn't been mentally invaded by Voldemort, if he could practice Occlumency well. None of this would have happened.

"It's not your fault what happened to Harry." Looking at Harry's lost look, Hermione naturally guessed that the matter might be related to him.

Harry looked up, his eyes filled with pain and remorse. "You don't understand Hermione, this time it's really my fault."

His voice was low and frustrated. "None of this was supposed to happen."

As he spoke, Harry told the truth about what he had seen and heard in Godric's Hollow these days, and told in detail what happened because of his laziness, which led to Voldemort invading his mind.

"Wait, Harry, you said you saw the mysterious man torturing the goblin?"

Harry told the story in great detail, including part of Voldemort's memories that he had glimpsed.

"That's right." Harry nodded, "He seems to be looking for something. That thing is in the goblin's hand."

"Hmm - it seems to be called [Blade of Prometheus]"

"[Blade of Prometheus]?" Hermione frowned upon hearing this, obviously unfamiliar and curious about the name, "This name sounds very ancient, Harry, are you sure Voldemort is eager to get it?"

Harry nodded, with a hint of determination in his eyes. "Yes, I can feel his desire and eagerness from Voldemort's memory fragments. That weapon must be very important to him, otherwise he would not have gone to such great lengths to find it."

Hermione's brows were almost twisted into a knot, her thoughts running fast, "Harry, if this is true, then this matter is far more urgent than we thought. [Blade of Prometheus] - it can be named [Prometheus], ​​then it is very likely related to gods - it is likely to be some kind of weapon made by ancient wizards, or some kind of item with special power."

"In any case, we must find it in advance of the mysterious man."

Prometheus is the god of the Titan clan in ancient Greek mythology.

According to legend, a god who was eternally punished by Zeus for stealing fire from heaven to help mankind.

It sounds like something named after a god cannot be a mortal.

"We need to investigate more about this blade." She picked up a few pieces of pie on the table and stood up as she spoke, preparing to leave the kitchen to look for information, "Maybe there are relevant records in the Hogwarts library, we can start from there."

"I'll go with you." Harry also stood up, with determination in his eyes.

Hermione looked at Harry's firm eyes and shook her head, "No, Harry, you should have a good rest for a few days."

"By the way, lend me your invisibility cloak."

"No problem." Harry handed the invisibility cloak to Hermione very readily.

"Be careful." Fred said.

Hermione had naturally entered the castle these days, they all had.

Although the castle was filled with the haze brought by the Death Eaters, and the young wizards suffered unprecedented torture and fear, the Death Eaters did not regard this "job" as their top priority.

Their brutality was only superficial, and in reality they were lax in defense, especially at night. Without the strict patrols of the professors in the past, the castle's defenses seemed much weaker. Therefore, as long as one was careful enough and avoided the few Death Eaters who were still wandering around, it would not be difficult to sneak in.