94 hp Diagon Alley

Ron spoke, his voice too low to reach Hermione, who was huddled in the doorway.

"What is the mysterious man doing?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to remember every detail, and whispered into the darkness:

"He found Grigovich and tied the old man there to torture him."

"Grigovich is tied up, how can he make a wand for him?"

"I don't know...that's weird, isn't it?"

Harry closed his eyes, thinking about what he had seen and heard, and the more he thought about it, the more it didn't make sense... Voldemort didn't mention Harry's wand at all, he didn't mention the twin cores, and he didn't mention Jean Gregorovich. Make a new, more powerful wand to defeat Harry...

"He wanted something from Gregorovitch," said Harry, eyes still closed, "but Gregorovitch said it was stolen...and...then..."

He thought of himself, as Voldemort, as if flying through Gregorovitch's pupils and into his memory.

"The mysterious man saw Grigovich's thoughts. I saw a teenager sitting on the window sill. He cast a spell on Grigovich, jumped out and disappeared. He stole the thing, he stole Gone what You-Know-Who was looking for. And, I... I think I've seen him somewhere..."

Harry wished he could catch another look at the laughing teenager's face.According to Grigovich's memory, the theft took place many years ago.Why does the young thief look so familiar?

Inside the tent, the sounds of the surrounding woods were much quieter, and Harry could only hear Ron's breathing.After a while, Ron asked softly, "Didn't you see what the thief was holding?"

"No...it must be something small."

"Harry?"

Ron's bed boards creaked and he shifted in bed.

"Harry, do you think the mysterious man is looking for something to make a Horcrux?"

"Don't know," Harry said slowly, "maybe. But wouldn't it be dangerous for him to do another one? Didn't Hermione say he'd broken his soul to the limit?"

"Yes, but maybe he doesn't know it himself."

"Hmm... maybe," said Harry.

He had assumed that Voldemort was looking for a way to overcome the twin cores, that Voldemort wanted answers from the Elder Wandmaster...but instead he killed the old man without seeming to have asked any questions about wands.

What is Voldemort looking for?When the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world were trampled under his feet, he was going to a distant place, struggling to find something that Gregovich once owned and was stolen by that unknown thief. why?

Harry could still see the face of the blond boy, wild with joy, with a sort of Fred and George triumph of a successful prank.He flew off the ledge like a big bird, Harry had seen him before but couldn't remember where...

Gregorovich was dead, and it was the radiant thief who was in danger now.When Ron's snoring sounded from the lower bunk and Harry's own consciousness was fading again, he was still thinking about the thief.

A new semester of success and setbacks

In September, summer in the Scottish Highlands fades away.The night in Hogsmeade was getting very cool.

A day ago, George and Fred came to the Pig's Head Bar to trade with the hunchbacked old man. Gwen saw that they only got a small package, but they gave out a bag full of Galleons, staring at her back molars. Sour.

George kept his promise and brought the dog and Crookshanks - Hermione couldn't take care of the beautiful cat now, so Gwen kept it with the dog.

Aberforth quickly fell in love with the two little ones, even placing them above Gwen.Because their sharp claws are a good tool for dealing with secret passages.

"Less than a foot to go." Aberforth stooped into the hole behind the painting, pacing. "We'll almost get it tonight."

"Thanks Merlin." Gwen gasped, leaning on the shovel. "I really miss the days when I could use a wand."

It wasn't until Gwen's face was covered with dust, Gouzi and Crookshanks had two black front paws, and Aberforth's gray beard was dyed, that they finally stopped their coolies live.Standing at the end of the thirty-foot hole in the wall, they heard two crisp knocks.

"Here we are." Aberforth twitched his beard, and Gwen guessed he was smiling.

"Go back, little ones." Gwen wiped the cats' paws clean, tied a small bag of dried salamanders to the dogs as a reward, and waved them back to their room.

Aberforth was still listening with one ear to the other side of the tunnel.

"What shall we do next?" Gwen wiped the dust off her nose with a handkerchief and couldn't help sneezing.

"Interesting." Aberforth squinted his eyes and listened for a long time. Facing that face, Gwen thought of Dumbledore who would occasionally gossip.Finally, the bar manager opened his blue eyes, raised his wand, and drew strange patterns in mid-air.

"The elves at Hogwarts found that it dug in different directions for several days in a row." Aberforth seemed very interested in this conclusion, "but the sound of knocking on all secret passages can reach this room."

Gwen, who was blowing her nose, almost yelled, "No! Don't tell me..."

"A total of seven tunnels need to be dug." Aberforth pointed to the map that appeared in mid-air. The golden line led from Hogwarts Castle to the Pig's Head Bar.Surprisingly, although there is only one starting point and one ending point, some of the secret passages in seven directions are on high places, and some are underground. They are constantly changing and interlacing, just like those in Hogwarts Castle. Annoying stairs.

Gwen swallowed her tears with her face covered in mourning, "No matter who designed this secret passage, he must have a special evil taste."

"This secret path is not that difficult." Aberforth aimed his wand at the wall, quietly used a few blasting spells and split it apart, and the stone wall in front of him was neatly divided into stones of different sizes—— Such exquisite magic control. "Come on, Ollivander, you gotta help."

Gwen could only follow behind the tall wizard step by step, and used the Vanishing Charm to clean up the stones piled up in the tunnel as much as she could—she tried not to think about whose head these big stones would fall on.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Gwen was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. Aberforth finally stopped, and Gwen bumped into his back as expected.

"Sorry, sir." Gwen patted her cheek trying to wake herself up.

"Be careful, we've reached the meeting point." Aberforth tapped the stone wall with his wrinkled fingers, and there was a hollow echo, as if there was only a thin partition in front of them.

But this time Aberforth's wonderful magic had no effect on it, and soon, a few drops of sweat were left on the old man's forehead.

"I'm with you." Gwen shook her head, her eyes widened, and she also cast a spell at the stone wall.

The last level was more difficult to deal with than expected. Gwen suspected that behind the wall might be a protective barrier of the ancient magic school, until she was sweating profusely and could no longer hold on, a slight crack sound gave the two hope .Gritting his teeth, Aberforth exploded the stone wall, and the earth-shattering sound echoed through the long secret passage.Gwen felt that the crumbling second floor of the bar was about to collapse.

Taking another step forward, she understood why the explosion was so loud.In front of Gwen was a circular rock cave. The small and hollow hall led to seven deep and secret passages. Occasionally, a few of them suddenly disappeared for no reason, and then reappeared after a while. Only the cave leading to the bar behind them kept coming. Faint warm yellow light.

In the corner of the cave, there was a small figure lying on the ground. After being awakened by the explosion, he covered his big ears and rushed to the two wizards.

"Aberforth Dumbledore and Gwen Ollivander!" Dobby shrieked happily. "Dobby has been waiting for you all the time."

"Dobby..." Gwen couldn't look away from the ever-changing secret passages on the opposite side, "These—seven secret passages—are you digging yourself?"

"Of course," Dobby said sharply, opening his big bloodshot eyes, "Dobby hasn't slept in a week."

No wonder, Gwen thought, the elf didn't sleep a wink for a week when Harry asked Dobby for help.

"It's amazing," Gwen couldn't help sighing, "You are really... a master."

"Elf magic." Aberforth nodded too. "You're a good elf, I must say I quite like you."

Ha, Gwen couldn't help laughing at herself, the only guy in the Pig's Head Bar who wasn't liked by the manager was herself.

"Where do these secret passages lead?" Gwen asked Dobby. "A safe location? Dobby. Not Filch's office."

"No," the elf shook his head vigorously, "they all lead to the Room of Requirement. Dobby goes to the eighth floor every night, meditating three times I need a secret passage."

"and then?"

"Then several rooms came up—empty ones, common room-like ones, dormitory-like ones, and rooms where Harry Potter and his friends practiced their magic. But the Room of Requirement just pointed out to Dobby A door, and Dobby digs straight ahead—it always leads here in the end." It gestured with its slender arms.

"I've always loved magic." Gwen put her hands on her beating heart, knowing that this road leading out of school would help one day. "Now, let's spare old Aberforth and poor little Dobby, listen to me, you all need a good night's sleep