94 hp Diagon Alley

It had been discussed so many times, but Harry still felt optimistic that the victory of the weapon would lead to more breakthroughs.Hermione's gloom can't spoil his cheerful mood: the sudden turn of luck, the appearance of the mysterious doe, the recovery of the Gryffindor sword, and most importantly, the return of Ron, make Harry so happy that it's hard to keep up. A serious face.

Towards dusk, he and Ron fled away from the fierce Hermione again, and continued to exchange news while pretending to look for non-existent blackberries under the bare hedge.Harry had finally finished telling Ron the story of his and Hermione's wanderings, including the disaster in Godric's Hollow; Ron was reporting to Harry all the news he had learned in the wizarding world in the past few weeks.

"...how did you find out about that taboo?" Ron asked Harry, after telling many stories of Muggle-born wizards scrambling to evade the Ministry of Magic.

"That what?"

"You and Hermione stopped talking about the mysterious man's name?"

"Oh, yeah. It's just a bad habit we get into without knowing it," said Harry, "but I'm not afraid to tell him to—"

"Don't talk!" Ron yelled, causing Harry to jump into the hedge, Hermione frowning at them (she was buried in a book at the tent entrance). "Sorry," said Ron, pulling Harry out of the bushes, "but that name is jinxed, Harry, that's how they stalk! Saying his name breaks the protective magic, causing some kind of Magic interference—that's how we were discovered on Tenghan Palace Road!"

"Because he said his name?"

"Exactly, you have to admit that their trick is amazing, and it makes sense. Only those who really want to resist him, like Dumbledore, dare to say his name. Now they have set a taboo on this name , anyone who says it will be stalked - it's quick and easy to hunt down members of the Order of the Phoenix! They almost caught Kingsley -"

"No way?"

"True, a bunch of Death Eaters blocked him, Bill said, but he fought his way out and is now on the run, like us." Ron scratched his chin with the tip of his wand thoughtfully, " Do you think that deer might have been sent by Kingsley?"

"His Patronus is a lynx. We met at the wedding, remember?"

"right……"

They walked a part of the hedge, away from the tent and Hermione.

"Harry... do you think it will be Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore what?"

Ron seemed a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Dumbledore...the deer? I mean," Ron glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, "he's the last one to keep the real sword, isn't he?"

Harry wasn't laughing at Ron, he knew all too well the longing behind the question: Dumbledore was back at last, and Dumbledore was watching them, and there was an indescribable comfort in the fantasy.He shook his head.

"Dumbledore is dead," he said. "I saw it with my own eyes. I saw the body. He must be gone. Besides, his Patronus is a phoenix, not a stag."

"But Patronuses do change, don't they?" said Ron. "Tonks's do, don't they?"

"Yes, but if Dumbledore came back to life, why didn't he show up? Why didn't he just give us the sword?"

"I don't know," said Ron. "Probably the same reason why he didn't give it to you when he was alive, why he left you the old snitch, and Hermione a children's storybook?"

"Why?" Harry turned and stared into Ron's face, eager for an answer.

"I don't know," said Ron, "sometimes, when we're a little bit overwhelmed, I think he's making fun of us or—or just making it harder for us. But I don't think so now. He gives me Deluminators make sense, don't they? He—well," Ron's ears flushed, and he tiptoed a tuft of grass near his feet intently, "he must have known I'd leave you guys."

"No," Harry corrected him, "he must know you've always wanted to come back."

Ron seemed grateful, but still a little embarrassed.Also to change the subject, "By the way... I got this." He frantically rummaged through his huge backpack again, and took out a crumpled card. "It's not easy to get a chocolate frog these days, and Bill got it from Gwen—she's helping out at the Hog's Head, and Bill says she's got a lot of stuff. See, I took a dozen of them apart to get him."

Harry looked over. The picture showed a man's face, with half-moon glasses, a long, crooked nose, and hanging silver hair and beard.Though he's had a bit of a grudge against Dumbledore for a while now, about his boyhood and his so-called "life and lies".But he had to admit he was inspired and relieved when he saw that familiar face.

"But how does that help?" Harry asked.

"I thought about it carefully." Ron pulled Harry towards the tent. "Remember? Dumbledore said that as long as he didn't remove him from the Chocolate Frog card, he didn't care what they did."

"We all know he's an old man with a sweet tooth," said Harry.

"But we also now know that everything he left behind has meaning," said Ron. "I thought, if we can't talk to Dumbledore's portrait, why not try a chocolate frog card?"

Hermione, who was reading a book at the entrance of the tent, also came over upon hearing this. She still didn't speak to Ron, but took the card from his hand, frowning and looking at it for a while.

"He can't talk, can he?" Hermione asked, knowing that no one knew more about Chocolate Frogs than Ron Weasley.

"No," said Ron, "but he can move."

Hermione rested her chin in thought for a while, then trotted into the tent, followed by Harry and Ron.Hermione put the picture of Dumbledore on the bed, raised Gryffindor's sword and asked, "Professor, is this sword real?"

Harry and Ron stood around the picture, staring at him intently.

Dumbledore looked at the sword in Hermione's hand through the half-moon glasses, smiled slightly, and nodded almost invisible to the naked eye.

Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"Should we use it to destroy the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore tilted his head, turned in Harry's direction, and nodded slightly again.

Ron and Hermione couldn't contain their excitement. They wanted to hug each other, but stopped awkwardly at the last moment.

Dumbledore in the picture seemed to find the picture in front of him a little funny, and his beard moved.

"Professor." Harry knelt beside the bed, calling anxiously, "Can you tell me where the other Horcruxes are?"

Disappointingly, the great wizard failed to give them the answer they wanted this time.Dumbledore just looked at Harry lovingly, then turned away, leaving behind the black card.

"Pictures can't talk." Hermione helped Harry who was lost. "Maybe we can ask him next time we have clues about Horcruxes. At least he can nod and shake his head."

If Ron's backpack full of cans couldn't extinguish Hermione's anger, this accidental "communication" with Dumbledore finally made her feel better.When Ron smiled tentatively at Hermione this time, she didn't walk away anymore, she just lowered her eyes and pretended not to see.

As night fell, the three returned to the tent together, Harry on the first shift.He sat at the mouth of the tent, trying to use the blackthorn wand to raise the small stones at his feet, but the magic still seemed not as smooth and powerful as before.Hermione was lying on the bed reading a book, and after Ron glanced at her uneasily, he took out a small wooden radio from his backpack and started tuning.

"There's a program," he whispered to Harry, "that's on the real news. The other stations are all on You-Know-Who's side, following the Ministry line, but this one is...you know it, it's brilliant. It's just that they can't broadcast it every night, because they are afraid of being raided, so they have to change places frequently, and you have to know the password to receive it... The problem is, I didn't listen to it last time..."

He tapped the top of the radio with his wand, whispered random words, and glanced furtively at Hermione, obviously afraid of her having a seizure, but Hermione acted as if he didn't exist.For ten minutes or so, Ron tapped and read, Hermione turned the pages, and Harry continued to practice magic with his blackthorn wand.

Finally, Hermione climbed out of her bed, and Ron stopped knocking immediately.

"If it bothers you, I'll stop," he said nervously.

Hermione didn't condescend to answer, but walked over to Harry.

"We need to talk," said Hermione.

He looked at the book still clutched in her hand. It was The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

"Talking about what?" he asked worriedly, quickly thinking that there was a chapter about him in the book, wondering if he would have the courage to listen to Rita's description of his relationship with Dumbledore.Hermione's answer was completely unexpected.

"I want to see Xenophilius Lovegood."

Harry glared at her. "What?"

"Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna's father, I want to talk to him."

"Er—why?"

Hermione took a deep breath, as if summoning courage, and said, "It's the mark, the mark in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", look here!"

She shoved The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore under Harry's reluctant eyes.He saw a photo of Dumbledore's letter to Grindelwald, in Dumbledore's familiar elongated italics.He would hate to see Dumbledore actually write those words instead of Rita making them up.

"Signature," said Hermione, "look at the signature