I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Yes!" Hermione nodded.

"I'll go into the castle with you." Neville stood up and said, "I'm in the Room of Requirement. If something happens, I can create a commotion and you can take the opportunity to escape."

"And me." Justin said.

"I'll go too." Hannah said.

Hermione looked at her friends who offered to help, and a warm current surged in her heart. "Thank you, but don't take risks, just stay in the Room of Requirement."

She took out a medal and said, "Use the D.A.'s medal to contact."

"Okay." Everyone responded.

Everyone nodded in response, and then quickly and orderly left the kitchen, then went to the Hog's Head Bar through the underground secret passage, and then went to Hogwarts.

Ten minutes later, when she stepped into the Room of Requirement again, the scene in front of her made Hermione's heart tighten.

The room was brightly lit, and hammocks and mats were densely arranged, lying or sitting on them were the little wizards who gathered here to avoid the persecution of the Death Eaters.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and fear.

"They are all hiding from the persecution of the Death Eaters." Neville explained: "Luna is responsible for taking care of them."

"Well -" Hermione's heart was burning with fire. There were more little wizards here than the last time she came.

It is conceivable how many people have been persecuted recently.

After a brief and warm exchange with those tired and strong little wizards, Hermione quietly put on the invisibility cloak and left the Room of Requirement.

Under the protection of this Deathly Hallows, no one could find her unless it was a wizard like Dumbledore.

Soon Hermione came to the library.

She stayed in the school library for the next few days.

During the day, Hermione hid in Merlin's Chamber on the lower floor of the library.

She would come out at night to look for information.

For several days in a row, Hermione maintained this schedule, and her figure left a faint trace in every corner of the library. Except for occasionally returning to the Room of Requirement to replenish the necessary food and water as quickly as possible, she almost never left the library.

However, despite her great efforts, she had read almost all the books in Hogwarts, even those precious books that were later moved from the distant city of Ionia and were said to belong to the gods, but Hermione still did not find any clear record of the [Blade of Prometheus].

This made her feel frustrated and confused, as if the legendary weapon was just an unattainable phantom that existed only in the imagination of mortals.

Hermione's mood became heavier and more impatient.

But she did not get the expected results at all.

When she was upset, she would choose to read Dumbledore's poetry collection.

The poems full of life philosophy left by the old headmaster were a good medicine for her to calm down, and it was also a habit she had developed recently.

Sometimes she would flip through her own book "Hogwarts: A History of School", and immerse herself in the stories of her seniors in the past, which was also a way to relax.

Unknowingly, 1996 came to an end.

On the last day of December, the sky was hanging with a faint dusk, heralding the end of this year and the beginning of another journey.

This is the fifth day of the Christmas holiday, and it is also a subtle moment when the old year and the new year alternate. The air is filled with nostalgia and anticipation.

Although this year is an extremely difficult year for the little wizards of Hogwarts - they lost the kind and great headmaster, his death is like a sudden snow in winter, cold and heavy, making the entire magical world immersed in endless grief.

The little wizards also took some time to decorate the alchemy workshop.

Hogwarts Castle also entered the festive atmosphere.

Although this year's Christmas may be the most difficult one for many people, even the Death Eaters lurking in the dark, those twisted souls, still have a faint memory of the festival.

Their way of celebration is naturally twisted and cruel, such as treating innocent Muggles as prey and using their pain in exchange for a moment of twisted pleasure.

On the night of the full moon, when the silver-plate-like moon hung high in the sky, the little wizards sat around the warm dining table, enjoying a sumptuous dinner, but it was difficult to completely let go of their worries about Hermione. She has been bearing extraordinary pressure and responsibilities.

At the insistence of Harry, Ginny, Fred and others, they decided to take advantage of this rare holiday night to take Hermione away from the workshop, so that she could temporarily forget all her troubles and enjoy a moment of peace and freedom.

The night was as dark as ink, and a group of people quietly passed through Hogsmeade Village. The town under the moonlight seemed particularly peaceful and peaceful, as if isolated from the outside disturbance.

Several people wandered out of Hogsmeade Village, came to Hogsmeade Station, and walked along the railway.

Compared with the Death Eaters in the original book who set up a dragnet in Hogsmeade Village, Hogwarts was on high alert.

This time, the Death Eaters who had mutated into monsters did not care about these.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, even Voldemort, his advantage was too great.

There was almost no opponent.

Even the boy who survived the catastrophe was now eclipsed, and seemed no different from ordinary people.

Arrogance made them not block the entire Hogwarts area.

Arrogance made them domineering in the castle without realizing the resistance in the dark.

Arrogance made their heads dizzy, and they completely ignored the abnormal places.

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The sky seemed to be lightly smudged with deep ink, and the moon gave off a gentle light. Under the cold moonlight, the mountain is covered in silver-white gauze, with clear outlines and mysterious features.

At the foot of the mountain, a tranquil lake lies there quietly, like a huge mirror, reflecting the sparse stars and bright moonlight in the sky.

Layers of delicate ripples gently appeared on the lake surface, which were traces of the night wind gently passing by. It was a bit cool, but also extremely fresh.

Most of the surrounding trees have shed their summer bustle, leaving only their bare branches, swaying gently in the cold wind, making rustling sounds.

The railway tracks glowed with a faint silver light under the moonlight, like two parallel silver ribbons, extending into the distance in the darkness with no end in sight.

"Still no clues." Hermione said extremely frustrated. She held the two books and stepped on the stones paved with railway tracks, feeling a slight tingling sensation in the soles of her feet. This feeling of being alive was exactly what she needed after being numb for more than a week.

"Sirius also negotiated with the goblins to no avail. As most of the goblins in the goblin kingdom were cured, their treachery engraved in the bone marrow began to awaken again." Fred said with disgust, "Rochelle's treatment team was driven away After leaving the city, they were arranged outside the city wall, next to the elevator. "

"Whatever the mysterious man wants to get, he will definitely try his best to get it. The goblin is in danger." Ginny said.

"They are shutting out foreign aid," Fred said.

"What can we do." Ginny shook her head. No matter that the members of the Anti-Voldemort Alliance have tried their best, but the goblins insist on exterminating themselves, what can others do?

"Withdraw our people." After a long time, Hermione suddenly said: "Send a message to the person in charge of Rosier Magical Disabled Hospital and ask him to order the withdrawal of the therapists in the Goblin Kingdom."

"Hermione?" Harry looked at the girl.

"The mysterious man will definitely lead a team to attack the goblin kingdom. This is only a matter of time. The attack on Gringotts may be a precursor - now Gringotts is still in the hands of the goblins. But it will be gone soon - once the mysterious man attacks Goblin Kingdom, do you think they can stop it? Those healers will only lose their lives in vain." Hermione explained: "We have done our best and there is no need to increase casualties."

"That's absolutely true." Fred agreed: "The goblins are seeking death themselves, and we have warned them. We can't drive them away."

"Harry." Hermione suddenly looked at him, "As for the treasure that the mysterious man wants to find, is it only the [Prometheus Blade]? Is there no other one? I remember you said before that you heard that man kidnapped "European staff maker"

"Well, yes." Harry nodded, "After Bill's wedding."

"I think he's still looking for the Elder Wand in the Deathly Hallows."

"The Elder Wand?" Fred on the side said in surprise: "Is it the legendary death stick and the stick of destiny? I thought it was just a story. You know "The Tales of Pedal the Poet"."

"That's not just a story," Hermione said.

"Yes, the Deathly Hallows exist. Maybe they are not creations of death, but they must be some kind of powerful magic props." Harry added.

"Oh! Merlin's beard!" Fred couldn't believe it: "It's really surprising."

"Wait a minute - you mean that man is looking for the Elder Wand! Oh my God! If he finds the Elder Wand, won't no one be able to defeat him anymore?"

"The Elder Wand is not invincible." Hermione said. "In history, the evil Egbert obtained the wand after killing the evil Merik. Godlott died after his son Hereward took the wand. In the cellar of his house, the terrifying Loxias killed Barnabas de Vriel and took away the wand. The bloody traces of the Elder Wand are all over the history of magic, if it is really as powerful as the legend says. Invincible, how could its owner fail and be killed?"

"So where do you think the Elder Wand is now?" Fred asked.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head. "The clues are vague when it comes to Arkus and Livias. Who can tell which of them really defeated Loxias and who took the wand."

"The mysterious man arrested the European wand-making master probably to find the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."

"Or he thinks the Elder Wand is in the hands of a master wandmaker!" Harry said suddenly.

"Think about it, a legendary wand has powerful magic power. This is the most fatal temptation for wizards who study wandology. Maybe the wand is in Grigovitch's hand, and he is a close friend of Olivan. If the Elder Wand is not in the hands of Ollivander, it can only be in the hands of Grigovitch. "

"I once saw a mysterious person looking for him, which can confirm this conjecture."

"Good direction," Hermione said. "It's possible. But if the Elder Wand is really in Grigovitch's hands, then the mysterious man may have already obtained it."

"No - he didn't get it." Harry said directly: "When he attacked us in Godric's Hollow, he still used the wand from the wedding."

"Then the clue is broken again." Hermione looked troubled, "Harry, it seems your guess is wrong. The Elder Wand is not in Grigovitch's possession."

"Wait - I know, I remembered." Harry said abruptly, reaching out to cover his forehead.

A few months ago, Voldemort had peeked into Gregorovitch's memory when he invaded Voldemort's mind and saw Gregorovitch captured.

He only saw some fragments.

Since Voldemort's Horcruxes were destroyed one by one, he has never seen some of Voldemort's memories continuously like before, and each time he saw only fragments.

Godric's Hollow was Voldemort's invasion of his mind. It was the first time a few years ago that Harry saw a complete section of Voldemort's memory.

"It's Grindelwald." Harry suddenly woke up: "I remember that it was the young Grindelwald who stole the Elder Wand from Gregorovitch."

"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I'm sure!"

"This is bad." Hermione said worriedly.

Before this, she speculated that Grindelwald could survive on the premise that Voldemort did not have to kill him.

But now Voldemort has this reason, which makes Hermione a little overwhelmed.

Under the moonlight, Hermione's heart sank into her stomach.

If Owen came back and learned the news,

she simply didn't know how to speak.

"Bang——" It was Hermione who was distracted and dropped the book in her hand to the ground.

The sound of landing woke her up.

Hermione squatted down blankly and prepared to pick up the two books.

But at this moment, she suddenly noticed that the pages that were blown open by the wind seemed to have different handwriting.

"Huh?" Hermione quickly opened one of the books, "Hogwarts: A History".

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the title page of the book.

Several strings of silver handwriting suddenly emerged.

[Blade of Prometheus]

A dagger shaped like a candlestick.

The blade burned with the eternal soul fire that mortals could not see.

That was the first flame that fell with the falling of the stars, with the power to dispel all darkness.

But it needs the soul containing the magic of the stars as new firewood to burn again.

In the distant [Age of the Gods], the first wizard who discovered the basic principles of ancient magic, the first human who observed the Supreme Will and was given madness - created the Blade of Prometheus, ignited the soul fire and became the goddess of corruption - Ionia Samothrace.

"This is." Hermione reached out and touched the words.

She found that once she blocked the moonlight, the words would disappear.

Of course, these are not important now.

What is important is the content of the record.

"Is the [Blade of Prometheus] a dagger that can ignite the soul fire and turn mortals into gods?"

"And now this treasure is in the hands of the goblin?"

"Oh my God!"

In an instant, Hermione knew what Voldemort's purpose was.