HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 Three RAB

Hermione woke up the next morning on the only couch in the living room. Both Harry and Ron politely let Hermione sleep on the sofa, and the two of them wrapped their sleeping bags on the living room floor for the night.

A line of sky leaked through the thick curtains, as cool and clear as watered-down blue ink, the color between night and dawn.It was quiet all around, except for the slow and deep breathing of Ron and Harry.

Hermione stared up at the dim ceiling and the cobwebbed chandelier for a while. Last night's dream was full of chaotic and noisy scenes. When she woke up, she realized that she was no longer in the Burrow.Lifting the blanket covering her body, Hermione quietly got up with her handbag, and left the living room on the second floor. She came to the first floor, and walked through part of the porch on the first floor to the deepest part, the basement, where the kitchen is.

In the kitchen a tall stone fireplace was at the far end, some iron cans were suspended from the ceiling, and a table that could seat many people was surrounded by scattered chairs.Hermione looked around and found the cupboard where the cutlery and plates were kept.

Thankfully, the cutlery and plates were intact, just dusty.

Hermione drew out her wand, causing the scattered chairs to fly upside down on the table.Taking out three plates, three cups, and three bowls from the cupboard, Hermione turned on the faucet of the stone sink, and the faucet, which had not been used for a long time, made a gurgling sound, and then a stream of clear water flowed come out.

After briefly cleaning the plates, cups and bowls, Hermione wiped a small area of ​​the long table, just enough for four people to sit face to face.

Putting the tableware on the table, Hermione came to the fireplace and waved her wand. A small flame ignited in the fireplace, and then the flame grew bigger and bigger.

After making a simple breakfast, Hermione glanced at her watch and went up to the second floor, just in time to see Ron yelling Harry anxiously. Seeing Hermione, Ron let out a long sigh of relief, "Oh, Hermione, Where have you been? You startled me, you know if you disappear, what An might do to me? "

Hermione chuckled, "I just went to the kitchen. I made some breakfast. You guys can wash up and eat. I have something to tell you."

"Wow! Breakfast? Great!" Ron rushed to the bathroom.

Harry adjusted his glasses and stood up, "Hermione, what time is it? What's the matter?"

"Two past seven," said Hermione, "after breakfast."

In the kitchen, Ron yelled over the coffee in his mug, "Coffee? Hermione, how did you get that?"

"Hot water, instant coffee powder," Hermione replied.

"Instant?" Ron stared at the coffee in the cup and took a sip. "Another Muggle novelty? My dad will definitely like it."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

After breakfast, Hermione said, "What I want to say is about what we're going to do in the next few days."

Harry and Ron nodded.

"My suggestion is, as a first step, we need to tidy up the house."

"Huh? Are you still tidying up?" Ron had a bitter face. He still remembered helping the Order of the Phoenix clean the house during the summer vacation of the fourth grade. He felt like a hard-working elf.

"Ann told us last night, let's wait for her. Then, we will probably stay here for a few days, can't we always live in the living room?" Hermione said, "Also, we also need to make plans for the next step here, Ann Give me the information on Godric's Valley, it's a thick book, I think we need to study it for at least ten days."

Harry became interested, and he leaned forward, "Information on Godric's Hollow? When did Ann give it to you?"

"Last night." Hermione said, "I'll talk about that later. Also, the Burrow may not be able to be the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix now. Since it is safe here, I think it may still become the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. In this case, the three of us It can be regarded as contributing to the Order of the Phoenix."

"I agree!" Harry nodded. "I agree too!" Ron said quickly, "I'm not that afraid of hard work."

Hermione showed a knowing smile, "Well, our task today is to tidy up the house. I will teach you two simple cleaning spells first. The first task is to clean up the three bedrooms. In fact, it doesn't need to be too clean. As long as it’s like a kitchen, it’s fine to put the broken garbage in one pile and put everything else in order.”

Harry and Ron nodded.

"I will clean the first and second floors, and you two boys will clean the third, fourth, and fifth floors?"

The fifth floor, which is the highest floor of the house.Harry was standing on the fifth-floor landing, there were only two doors, and the one facing him had a sign that said Sirius.Harry, who had never been in his godfather's bedroom before, opened the door and held his wand aloft.

It was spacious, and must have been quite beautiful in the past.There was a large bed with carved patterns at the headboard, long velvet draperies over the high windows, a thick layer of dust on the chandelier, candle stubs still in their sockets, and frozen tears dripping like ice crystals.The pictures on the walls and the headboard of the bed were also covered with a thin layer of dust, and a cobweb was pulled from the chandelier to the top of the wooden armoire.As Harry walked towards the middle of the room, he heard the sound of running mice.

Harry waved his wand and said a newly learned spell, "Clear air." The cobwebs were half removed.

Young Sirius had plastered so many posters and photographs on the walls that the original silver-gray satin walls were barely visible.Harry could only guess that Sirius' parents hadn't been able to remove the permanent stickers from the wall, as he believed they wouldn't appreciate the older son's taste in decorating.Sirius seemed intent on annoying his parents, and there were several large Gryffindor banners in the room, emphasizing that he was different from the rest of the Slytherin family, the red and gold flags had faded.

There were also plenty of pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and even a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis (Harry had to admire Sirius' courage).The Muggle girls are recognizable because they are motionless on the drawing, their faded smiles and eyes fixed on the paper, in contrast to the only picture of wizards on the wall, which are four Hogwarts students Standing together arm in arm, laughing at the camera.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he recognized his father, with unruly black hair sticking back like Harry's, and wearing glasses too.Next to him was Sirius, handsome and unruly, with a slightly haughtier face younger and happier than Harry had ever seen.

He tried to take it off the wall, but he couldn't, Sirius had gone to great lengths to keep his parents from changing the decor of the room.

Harry scanned the ground, waving his wand so that the books and some small items that had fallen on the ground were placed on the bookshelf.It's not that hard.Gather some shredded papers into a pile as Hermione said, at this time a piece of paper floating in front of his eyes caught his attention, he grabbed the paper in front of him, and the shredded papers and garbage flying in the air fell down again on the ground.

Dear Padfoot:

Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present!This is his favorite toy.He looks so happy to be able to fly around on a toy broom at only one year old.I have attached a photo for you to see.You know little broomsticks only get two feet off the ground, but Harry nearly killed the kitten and almost broke an ugly vase that Petunia gave me for Christmas (not complaining).Of course, James had great fun saying the kid was going to be the next Quidditch star, but we had to put all the decorations away and keep watching him as he flew.

We had a very quiet birthday tea, just old Bathilda, who had always been very kind to us, and especially doted on Harry.It's a pity you can't come, but the Order of the Phoenix comes first, and Harry is too young to know birthdays!James is a bit depressed being locked up here, and he tries not to show it, but I can see that - the Invisibility Cloak is still with Dumbledore, so there is no chance to go out.How glad he would be if you could come.Worm was here last weekend and I think he was down, but maybe it was because of the news from the McKinnons.I also cried all night when I heard it.

Bathilda came over often, she was a funny old lady, and she told a lot of Dumbledore stories, it was incredible.I wonder if he himself will be happy to hear that!Honestly, I don't know how much to believe, it's hard to believe Dumbledore

Harry's limbs seemed to go numb, and as he stood there, holding the magic piece of paper in his unconscious fingers, his heart felt like a volcano erupted.Joy and sorrow flowed through his veins in equal measure.He staggered to the bed and sat down.

He read the letter again, but couldn't make any more sense than the first time, and just stared at the handwriting on the paper.Mother wrote the letter g the same way he did.He searched for each such letter in the letter, each like a gentle wave seen through a veil.This letter is an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter existed, really existed.Her warm hand had moved over the parchment, pouring ink into these letters, these words, of him, of Harry, of her son.

Eagerly wiping the tears from his eyes, he read the letter again, this time focusing on the meaning, like listening to a familiar voice.

They have a cat....it may have died in Godric's Hollow like the parents...or it may have left because no one was feeding it...Sirius bought him his first broomstick...his parents knew Bathilda Bagshot, was it introduced by Dumbledore?The Invisibility Cloak is still with Dumbledore... there's something odd here...

Harry paused to consider what his mother had said.Why did Dumbledore take James's invisibility cloak?Harry distinctly remembered the Headmaster saying to him years ago: "I don't need the Invisibility Cloak." Maybe some weaker Order of the Phoenix needed it, and Dumbledore could borrow it?Harry read on...

Worm has been here... Pettigrew, the renegade, appears "depressed"?Did he know that this was the last time he saw James and Lily?

And finally Bathilda again, with the amazing story about Dumbledore: It's hard to believe that Dumbledore—

Hard to believe Dumbledore what?But there are many things about Dumbledore that would be unbelievable: for example, he once got the lowest grade in Transfiguration, and he cursed the goat like Aberforth...

Harry stood up and began to search the ground: maybe the missing letter was still in the room... He rushed to the small pile of papers, flipping each one, no, he stood up again, turned and flipped Other scattered papers in the room.

Finally, lying on the ground, he saw a piece of torn paper under a chest of drawers. After pulling it out, he found that it was most of the photo mentioned in Lily's letter.A dark-haired baby flew in and out on a tiny broomstick, giggling, with two legs (presumably James's) chasing him.Harry stuffed the photo and Lily's letter all the way into his pocket, and continued to search for the second page of paper.

Another quarter of an hour passed before he had to conclude that the latter part of his mother's letter was gone.Was it lost in 16 years, or was it taken by house searchers?Harry read the first page again, this time looking carefully for clues that would make the second page worthwhile.But a toy broom is not of great value.

Harry rubbed his eyes and stood up.I put the two pieces of paper in my chest pocket, maybe I will go downstairs to find Hermione and learn more about Godric's Hollow later.

Waved his magic wand to tidy up the things in the room, and when it was almost 10:30, he closed the door of Sirius and came to another door on the fifth floor.

There was a very imposing little sign on the door, in fortified handwriting, much like something Percy Weasley would nail on his bedroom door:

No entry without express permission of the person

Regulus Arcturus Black

A wave of excitement went through Harry, but he didn't immediately realize why.He read the sign again before realizing what he had found.

"Ron! Hermione!" Harry called down the stairs, "Come up!"

"What's the matter?" Ron ran up, stunned. He saw the number plate on Sirius' door first. "Sorry, Harry—I don't know—"

"It's not that - look!" Harry pointed to the Regulus sign on the door, and Ron studied it carefully.

"What? This is Sirius' brother, isn't it? Regulus Arcturus—"

"What's wrong?" Hermione ran up to the fifth floor with her wand in hand, and Harry pointed to the Regulus sign on the door. She frowned at the words on the door sign, and then exclaimed!

"RAB?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Sirius' brother?"

"A Death Eater," Harry said. "Sirius told me he joined when he was young, then got scared and wanted to quit—and they killed him."

"That's right!" said Hermione. "If he was a Death Eater, he would have been able to touch Voldemort, and if he had repented later, he would have been able to defeat Voldemort! The locket?"

"Let's find out!" said Harry.He pushed the door, it was locked.Hermione pointed her wand at the doorknob and said, "Alahoo hole." With a click, the door swung open.

The three of them stepped over the threshold and looked around. Regulus' bedroom was a little smaller than Sirius's, but it could still feel the opulence before.Whereas Sirius wanted to appear different from the rest of the family, Regulus emphasized the opposite.Slytherin silver and green are everywhere, covering beds, walls and windows.The Blake family crest and the motto of "The original is in French" are carefully depicted on the bedside, and there are many yellowed newspaper clippings glued into an irregular collage.Hermione walked over to take a look.

"It's all about Voldemort," she said, "and Regulus seems to have been a worshiper for a few years before becoming a Death Eater..."

A little puff of dust rose from the coverlet as she sat down to read the clippings.Harry noticed a photograph of a Hogwarts Quidditch team smiling and waving in a frame.He got closer and saw the snake pattern on the player's chest, it was the Slytherin team.He found Regulus right away, sitting in the middle of the front row: black hair and slightly haughty expression, just like his brother, but smaller and not as handsome as Sirius.

"He's the Seeker," said Harry.

"What?" asked Hermione blankly, still absorbed in Voldemort's newspaper clippings.

"He's sitting in the middle of the front row, that's for the Seekers...nothing." Harry realized no one was listening: Ron was on his knees, looking under the wardrobe.Harry looked for a possible hiding place and walked over to the table.However, someone here has also searched, and the contents of the drawer have been turned over not long ago, and the dust has been disturbed.But there was nothing of value to be seen, old quills, old textbooks that seemed to have been roughly turned over, and an ink bottle that was broken not long ago, and sticky ink was everywhere in the drawer.

"There's an easy way," said Hermione, watching Harry wipe his inky hand on his jeans.She raised her wand and said, "Flying locket!"

Nothing happened.Ron, who had been searching in the folds of the faded curtains, looked disappointed.

"Then it's over? Not here?"

"Oh, it's probably still here, but it's resisted," said Hermione, "to keep it from being conjured, you know."

"Like what Voldemort did to the stone basin in the cave," said Harry, remembering his inability to conjure up the fake locket.

"So how are we going to find it?" asked Ron.

"Search by hand," said Hermione.

"Good idea." Ron rolled his eyes and continued to check his drapes.

They spent more than an hour searching every inch of the house before being forced to conclude that the locket was not here.

The sun had already risen, and it was still dazzling through the dirty window panes at the landing.

"Although it's not here, it might be somewhere else in the house!" Hermione said in an encouraging tone, "Anyway, we're going to clean the house today, so let's just search everywhere!"

"Ow—" Ron fell on the bed, and Harry was also a little discouraged, kicking up a cloud of dust, and Hermione quickly waved her wand to make the dust disappear.

"Anyway, we have a direct Horcrux lead," said Hermione firmly. "Whether he destroyed the locket or not, he wouldn't want Voldemort to find it, would he? Remember the last time we were here?" Were there all those horrible traps back then? The grandfather clock that shot screws at everyone, and the old robes that strangled Ron. Maybe it was all Regulus used to cover the locket, although we didn't mean it at the time. ……meaning……"

Both Harry and Ron looked at her, and Hermione looked as if she had just been put on a memory charm, and even lost her eyes.

"...realized," she whispered.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"There's a locket."

"What?" Harry and Ron called in unison.Ron jumped straight out of bed.

"In the cabinet in the living room, no one can open it, we...we..."

Harry remembered: he'd touched it a bit, when everyone was passing around the thing and taking turns trying to pry it open.It ended up in a rubbish bag, along with snuffboxes of sarcoma powder and music boxes that made everyone doze off...

"Kreacher has stolen a lot from us," said Harry, and it was the last possibility, their ray of hope, which he would hold on to until he had to let go. "He's got a bunch of treasures in the room under the kitchen stairs. Come on."

Harry ran down the stairs two steps at a time, his two friends thumping after him.It was so loud it woke up the portrait of Sirius' mother as he ran down the corridor.

"Dirty! Mudblood! Scum!" she screamed from behind.Hermione gave the portrait a flick of her wand, and the drape over the portrait parted, muffled the sound.

The three rushed into the basement kitchen and ran to the low storage room under the stairs.

"I haven't cleaned it yet," said Hermione.

"Who cares about that now -" said Ron.

Harry flung open the storage room door, stooped and walked in.The pile of dirty old blankets where the house-elves had slept was still there, but it was no longer glisteningly studded with knick-knacks Kreacher had collected.There is only one old copy of Born Noble: A Wizarding Family Tree.Not wanting to believe his eyes, Harry grabbed the blanket and shook it again and again.A dead mouse fell out and rolled miserably to the ground.Ron groaned.Hermione closed her eyes.

"It's not over," said Harry, and he called out, "Kreacher!"

The author has something to say:

Before reading this chapter, you need to know some basic knowledge. At the wedding of Bill and Fleur, Harry heard some introductions about Dumbledore when he was young, and learned that Dumbledore and his family used to live in Goderry Ke Valley.

Readers who don't know the plot can go and watch the movie.

By the way, most of the plots I wrote are based on the plots in the novels. There is a little difference between the movies and the novels, but not very much.But in the seventh Half-Blood Prince, the film adaptation is still quite big.

If there is something you don't understand, please tell me in time.