HP meets at Hogwarts

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The tent immediately fell silent, and the three of them immediately raised their wands and quickly walked out of the tent. Hermione tore down the tent and put it in her handbag.The four red dots of the Deluminator spread out around the Deluminator.

"Are they surrounding us?" Harry frowned. "I suggest we Apparate immediately."

"Wait, that's weird, how do they know we're here, the protection spells they can't see. I suggest seeing what they're going to do! We can't just transfer indefinitely, in case they have something new Can the means find us?" Hermione frowned, pointing her wand at a man in black who had just appeared at the edge of the forest.

"Strange, when I was on the top of the mountain before, I clearly saw someone apparating around here?" said a man in black robe standing by the stream. gown man.

"Surely you got it wrong again?" A black-robed man said disgustedly, "Last time you said you saw Harry Potter, ha, I think you are crazy about money! Look at this stream yourself How many animal footprints are there beside..."

The man in black beside the stream also took back his magic wand. He kicked a small stone on the grass hard. The stone rolled twice and slid into the stream. He raised his head and said loudly, " Forget it, let's go back to London, I've had enough of staying in this damned place, and I'll buy everyone a drink when I go back..."

Soon the four men in black apparated away.

"Huh—it was a false alarm." Ron put down the wand in his hand and said to Hermione, "Take out the tent, it's okay."

"Wait a little longer." Hermione glanced at her watch. "We'll wait here for half an hour. If no one comes, we'll camp."

"Okay—" Ron nodded.

Harry was staring at a broken twig on the ground, and he asked absently, "That Peverell buried in Godric's Hollow..."

"What?" Hermione turned to Harry. "Harry, what were you talking about?"

Harry looked up, looked at Hermione and Ron and asked, "Peverell, buried in Godric's Hollow, do you know anything about him?"

"Oh—I looked him up, and it's mentioned in "Born Noble: A Wizarding Family Tree" and "Compendium of British Wizarding Families", and it's a pure-blood family with extinct paternal line, which means Peverell The family was one of the first to disappear."

"Paternal blood is extinct?" Ron repeated.

"That means the name is gone," said Hermione. "The Peverell name has been gone for centuries. But they might still have descendants, just not with that name anymore."

In a flash of inspiration, the name "Peverell" jumped out of Harry's head: a dirty old man waving an ugly ring in front of Ministry of Magic officials.Harry called out, "Marvolo Gaunt!"

"What?" Ron asked Hermione together.

"Marvolo Gaunt! You-Know-Who's grandfather! In the Pensieve! With Dumbledore! Marvolo Gaunt said he was descended from Peverell!"

Both Ron and Hermione looked confused.

"The ring, the ring that turned into a Horcrux, and Marvolo Gaunt said it had Peverell's arms on it. I saw him waving it in front of the Ministry of Magic officials, almost touching the bridge of the man's nose !"

"Peverell's coat of arms?" Hermione asked quickly. "Have you seen what it looks like?"

"Not really," Harry said, trying to remember. "What I saw, there was nothing fancy about it, maybe a few scratches. I only got a closer look at it after it had been split open."

Harry could tell by Hermione's sudden widening eyes that she had an epiphany.Ron looked back and forth between the two of them, surprised, "My God...do you think this is the symbol again? The symbol of the Hallows?"

"Why not?" said Harry passionately. "Marvolo Gaunt is a stupid old man who lives like a pig and the only thing he cares about is his blood. If the ring has been passed down for centuries Well, he probably doesn't know what the hell it is. The guy has no books at home, and trust me, he's not the type to read fairy tales to children. He'd be tempted to call that scratch on the stone a coat of arms, because For him, being pure-blood meant status."

"Yeah... that's interesting," said Hermione cautiously, "but Harry, if you're thinking about—"

"Why not? Why not?" Harry lost caution. "It's a rock too, isn't it?" He looked at Ron, hoping for support. "What if it's the Resurrection Stone?"

Ron opened his mouth wide: "My God - but it was broken by Dumbledore, will it still work -?"

"It works? It works? Ron, it never worked! There's no such thing as a resurrection stone!" Hermione became agitated, "Harry, you're putting everything into the Deathly Hallows story -"

"Inside?" Harry argued. "Hermione, that's a natural fit! I know the stone has the Deathly Hallows mark on it! Gaunt says he's descended from Peverell!"

"A minute ago, you said that you never really saw the sign on that stone!"

"Where do you think the ring is at this moment?" Ron asked Harry. "What did Dumbledore do with it after he split it open?"

But Harry's imagination had flown ahead, far ahead of Ron and Hermione's thoughts...

Three things, or artifacts, taken together, will make the possessor the master of death...the master...the conqueror...the victor...the last enemy to be destroyed is death...

Then he saw himself, the owner of the Deathly Hallows, facing Voldemort, the Horcruxes were no match at all... Two people can't both live, only one survives... Is this the answer?Hallows versus Horcruxes?Is there any way to ensure that he wins in the end?Would he be safe if he was the owner of the Deathly Hallows?

"Harry?"

He barely heard Hermione scream: he pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and let it flow between his fingers, the fabric soft as water and light as air.Harry had lived in the wizarding world for seven years and had never seen anything quite like it.This invisibility cloak fully fits Xenophilius' description: a cloak that makes people truly and completely invisible, permanently effective, continuous invisibility, and unbreakable no matter what spells are used...

At this moment, he took a sharp breath and remembered——

"The Invisibility Cloak was with Dumbledore the night my parents died!"

His voice trembled, and he could feel his face turning red, but he couldn't care less. "My mother told Sirius that Dumbledore borrowed the Invisibility Cloak! That's why! He wanted to study it and suspected it was the Third Hallows! Ignotus Peverell buried in Godric's Hollow ..."

Harry began to circle excitedly, feeling a magnificent new picture of truth unfolding around him, "He is my ancestor! I am descended from the third brother! It all makes sense!"

There was confidence in his chest, a deep belief in the Hallows, as if just having them in his head would protect him.

"Harry," Hermione called him again, but he was busy opening the pouch around his neck, his fingers shaking violently.

"Read it," said Harry, slipping his mother's letter into Hermione's hand. "Read it! Dumbledore got the Invisibility Cloak, Hermione! What other reason could there be? He doesn't need the Invisibility Cloak." , he can use the powerful disillusionment spell to make himself invisible!"

Something fell on the grass, glistening: he'd pulled out the letter and brought out the Snitch.Harry stooped to pick it up, when another gift was thrown at him from the wonderful newly opened Fountain of Discovery, and he cried out, in mixed surprise and delight:

"Here! He left me the ring—in the Snitch!"

"You—you think so?"

He couldn't understand why Ron looked taken aback.To Harry the speculation was so logical, so clear: everything fit, everything... His Invisibility Cloak was the third Deathly Hallows, and when he managed to open the Snitch, he'd have the second, and then he'd have to All he had to do was find the first Hallows, the Elder Wand, and—

But, as if the curtain had suddenly fallen from the shining stage, all excitement, all hope and happiness vanished in an instant, and he stood alone in the dark, the spell of glory broken.

"That's what he was looking for, too."

The change in his voice gave Ron and Hermione a tinge of fear.

"You-Know-Who is looking for the Elder Wand."

He turned his back on their tense, bewildered faces.He knew it was the truth and it all made sense.Voldemort wasn't looking for a new wand, he was looking for an old wand, a very, very old wand.

Voldemort grew up in a Muggle orphanage, and no one told him The Tales of Beedle the Bard when he was a child, like Harry.The Deathly Hallows, which few wizards believe in, would it be possible for Voldemort to know about it?

If Voldemort had heard of the Deathly Hallows, he would have sought them out, desperate to possess them: Three things that make their possessor the master of Death?If he had heard of the Deathly Hallows, maybe he wouldn't have needed a Horcrux in the first place.Doesn't the fact that he had a Deathly Hallows and turned it into a Horcrux mean he didn't know the greatest secret of magic?

That is, Voldemort sought out the Elder Wand, not knowing its full powers, and not knowing that it was one of the three treasures... as the wand is the least likely of the hidden artifacts, its existence is the most widely known... The bloody trail of the Elder Wand splatters the entire history of magic...

Harry looked up at the sky, stunned by what he had found, feeling dizzy.

Hermione was still holding Lily's letter, and Ron poked his head over the words next to her, looking worried.

"That's it," said Harry, looking down slightly, turning to his two companions, "that explains everything, the Deathly Hallows are real, and I already have one - maybe two -"

He held up the Snitch.

"—You-Know-Who is after the third, but he doesn't realize that... he just thinks it's a powerful wand—"

"Harry," said Hermione, approaching Harry, handing Lily's letter back, "I'm sorry, but I think you must be mistaken, all wrong."

"But can't you see? Everything fits—"

"No, no," she said gravely, "no, Harry, you're too excited. Please," she interrupted Harry, "please answer my question. If The Deathly Hallows really existed, and Dumbledore knew about it, knowing that owning three of the Hallows would make him the master of Death—Harry, why didn't he tell you? Why?"

He has an answer ready.

"You told Ann, Hermione! It's up to me to find out! It's a quest!"

Harry saw Hermione frown, and he hurried on.

"Dumbledore liked to let me figure things out for myself. He asked me to test my strength, to take risks. That seemed like the kind of thing he'd ask me to do, too."

"Harry, this isn't a game, and it's not a practice. It's a real thing, and our goal should be to find and destroy Horcruxes! That symbol doesn't mean anything, forget about the Deathly Hallows—"

Harry barely listened to her.He turned the Snitch around in his hand, as if hoping it would crack open to reveal the Resurrection Stone, to prove to Hermione that he was right that the Deathly Hallows were real.

Hermione turned to Ron.

"You don't believe this, do you?"

Harry looked up.Ron hesitated.

"I don't know...I mean... a little bit of it seems to fit," Ron said awkwardly, "but when you think about it..." He took a deep breath, "I think we should destroy Horcruxes, Harry. That's Dumbledore's order, and our priority..."

Neither Harry nor Hermione were clearly pleased with Ron's answer.

Ron looked at Hermione and then at Harry. He finally said in a tone that ended the topic, "You two should stop arguing. Anyway, when Hoi An returns, we have to consider her opinion."

"Okay, just wait for Ann to come back." Harry said confidently.Hermione pursed her lower lip, but didn't say much. She took out the tent from her handbag, set it up, and the three of them entered the tent.

After entering the tent, the three of them were not idle. Hermione went to the kitchen, and Harry and Ron began to practice spells again.

The author has something to say:

Staying in the dormitory, writing another chapter with nothing to do——

I'm still coding, and I want to say that the next few chapters will be particularly exciting.