94 hp Diagon Alley

, Harry! "

He looked, unable to understand what she was talking about for a moment, but when he looked closely with the fluorescent light of his wand, he found that Albus's initial letter A in Dumbledore's signature was a small, like "The Tale of Beedle the Bard" Triangular symbols like those in the collection.

"Uh - are you -?" Ron asked tentatively, but Hermione stopped him with a quick look, and turned back to Harry.

"It keeps showing up, doesn't it?" she said. "I know Viktor said it was Grindelwald's mark, but it's clearly on the ancient tomb in Godric's Hollow, and the tombstone is far from the age of Grindelwald." Before Devo. Now add this! I think we can't ask Dumbledore or Grindelwald what it means - I don't even know if Grindelwald is still alive, but we can ask Mr. Lovegood Ah, he wore that emblem at the wedding. I'm sure it's important, Harry!"

Harry didn't answer right away.He watched Hermione's eager face, then stared out into the darkness, brooding.After a long while, he said, "Hermione, let's not go through Godric's Hollow. We talked ourselves into going there, and it turned out—"

"But it keeps coming, Harry! Dumbledore left me The Tales of Beedle the Bard. How do you know we shouldn't try to figure out that sign?"

"Deluminators would be useful," Ron chimed in. "I think Hermione's right, we should see Lovegood."

Harry shot him a glare, believing that his support for Hermione had nothing to do with wanting to know the meaning of the triangle rune.

"It won't be like Godric's Hollow," said Ron again. "Lovegood's on your side, Harry. The Quibbler has always stood by you, always telling everyone they must help you! "

"I believe it's important!" said Hermione earnestly.

"But if it's important, don't you think Dumbledore should have told me before he died?"

"Maybe...maybe it's something you need to figure out for yourself," said Hermione, kind of grabbing at straws.

"Yeah," said Ron flatteringly, "makes sense."

"It doesn't make sense," said Hermione grumpily, "but I still think I should talk to Mr. Lovegood. What does a symbol linking Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Godric's Hollow mean?" ?Harry, I'm sure we should figure it out!"

"I think it's better to vote," said Ron, "for going to Lovegood—"

His hands were in the air in an instant, faster than Hermione's.Hermione's lips quivered inexplicably, and she raised her hand too.

"Two to one, Harry, sorry," said Ron, patting him on the back.

"Why don't we ask Dumbledore?" Harry thought of Ron's picture.He also saw Ron's hand tremble. "Don't try to hide, Ron."

Ron handed over the chocolate frog card with some frustration, but it was still empty, without the headmaster.

"He hasn't been back all day," said Ron. "In his own frame, maybe? We're not always so lucky, are we?"

"Okay," said Harry with a good-humored and amused voice, "but after meeting Lovegood, we'll find a way to find other Horcruxes, shall we? Well, where does Lovegood live? You guys Does anyone know?"

"It's not far from my house," said Ron. "I don't know exactly where, but Mom and Dad always point up the hill when they mention them. It shouldn't be hard to find."

Harry lowered his voice after Hermione went to bed.

"You're just trying to win her back."

"Everything's legal in love and war," said Ron triumphantly. "Just a little bit of both. Be merry, it's Christmas time and Luna's home!"

The next morning, they apparated to a breezy hillside with a beautiful view of the village of Ottery San Catchpole.From a high altitude, the village looks like a small toy house, scattered in the huge speed of light slanting towards the ground between the clouds.A very odd house stood like a huge black column against a blue sky, with a ghostly moon behind it in the afternoon sky.

"That must be Luna's house, who else would live in a place like that?" said Ron, grinning.

"Chocolate frog?" Gwen's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you Bill Weasley?" She leaned over the wizard's back to make sure that no one else was there.

"I do need some chocolate frogs." Bill nodded, revealing a lock of red hair in the dim light of the Hog's Head.

"Some?" Gwen lowered her voice. "It's kind of embarrassing, Bill. All the candy stores are closed, and no one sells that stuff now."

"I know you can get it," Bill said, "and I need some canned food, any food reserve."

Gwen still hesitated, thinking that asking the dangerous customers of the Pig's Head for candy was the most ironic black humor.

Bill looked at her face and gave a good suggestion: "Why don't you ask Aberforth? He must have a way."

"Let's make it clear. You came to Hogsmeade at the risk of getting some chocolate frogs." Gwen and the member of the Order of the Phoenix confirmed.

"Okay, to be clear, I need what's inside the Chocolate Frog." He blinked.

"I'll pass it on to Aberforth." Gwen frowned, thinking that this might be some riddle of the Order of the Phoenix, and decided to ask the store manager before making a decision.

When she told Aberforth word by word, Aberforth's wrinkles and tangled beard were squeezed together.After a long silence, he said to Gwen, "Let him come over in three days."

Three days later, Bill came to the bar with a huge backpack, and Gwen took him to Aberforth's room on the second floor.Together they stuffed the mountain of cans into it, and Aberforth handed Bill a small half-box of Chocolate Frogs.And accepted a large handful of Limonium he used in exchange.

"Are you going to move to the cave?" Gwen couldn't help asking.

"Maybe." Bill said cautiously, taking the Chocolate Frog. "I'd better leave the fun of unpacking the pictures to my brother."

Gwen immediately understood that these foods were prepared for Harry and the others.Because Fred and George, the Weasley boys who are fond of dismantling chocolate frogs, will come to find her themselves, Charlie and Percy don't seem to have this hobby, and only Ron is left.

"Merlin, are they all right now?" Gwen breathed a little shortly.

"As far as I know, yes." Bill responded vaguely, then waved his hands and prepared to leave through the back door of the bar.

Aberforth stopped him, "It's already a curfew, going out now will trigger the Screaming Charm—Just Apparate in the store."

After seeing off Bill, who was in a hurry, Gwen still couldn't calm down.Although she always heard gossip about Harry Potter in the bar, the news that all three of them were safe from the members of the Order of the Phoenix was enough to cheer her up for days.

Aberforth didn't show any expression, he just snapped his fingers and summoned the elf Dobby.

"Aberforth Dumbledore said that Harry Potter's Wheezers wanted a lot of chocolate frogs." A moment later, Dobby appeared in the attic of NO.12 Grimmauld Place, and left these words.

"Tell Severus," said the man on the hospital bed weakly to the portrait of Armando Dippet. "He's got to get ready. Maybe we'll know where the kids are right away."

Late that night, Cedric, who managed to shake off his tail, stood outside a London square with a figure covered from head to toe by a cloak, and handed him a note.The old face under the cloak grinned, toothless.Then he followed the young wizard into the former site of the Order of the Phoenix, and went straight to the attic.

"Good evening, Cedric." Dumbledore on the bed greeted his students.

"Good evening, Professor." Cedric nodded, turning sideways to let his guest in.

"I noticed that you completed the task well, Amos and Mrs. Diggory are safe." Dumbledore still looked at him, refusing to move.

"They are all very well. After the transfer...they moved from Austria to Switzerland. My mother always said that I would go there in winter. Now she should be very happy." Cedric said with difficulty.

Seeming to have finally noticed that the young wizard was very uncomfortable, Dumbledore smiled, "Sorry, I just found out that it's very late, and you should really rest."

Ever since Digory's house was discovered by Death Eaters, Cedric had moved into Black's old house, and Mad-Eye would come to the attic from time to time to have a look, and sit for a long time, discussing something with Dumbledore.

The Hufflepuff warrior seemed to be waiting for this sentence, hurried down the stairs, and waved at Kreacher who was not very friendly, "Excuse me, I still need a vacant room tonight."

The attic was falling into a deathly silence.The new guest unceremoniously conjured up a chair for himself, took off his hood, and his body was also very thin, like a skeleton.His face became skeletal, and his eyes were sunken in their sockets.

"I'm surprised you don't look like a frisky-what do you say, Gryffindor?"

"It's Gryffindor, old friend." Dumbledore folded his fingers on his stomach.

"What surprised me even more is that you actually sent your men to bring me out of Nurmengard." He coughed hard for a long time, his voice was like a broken bellows.

"Actually, they are not my subordinates. Unlike you, I call them companions." Dumbledore stared at the old man in front of him.