94 hp Diagon Alley

, certainly not possible...although Dumbledore may have a little chance to know some of his past misdeeds through the orphanage.

And Hogwarts...but he knew the Horcruxes were safe there.It was impossible for Potter to enter Hogsmeade, let alone school, unnoticed.Better to warn Snape, though, that the boy would try to sneak into the castle... Of course, it would be foolish to tell Snape why the boy had gone back.Trusting Bellatrix and Malfoy was a huge mistake, and didn't their stupidity and carelessness prove how unwise it is to trust others?

He would go first, then, to Gaunt's Cottage, and take Nagini with him: he could no longer be separated from the snake... He strode out of the room, out of the hall, into the dark garden with the sound of the fountain.He called the big snake in Parseltongue, and it swam out, sticking to him like a long shadow...

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, jerking himself back into his present reality.Ron and Hermione looked down at him as he lay on the shore of the lake in the setting sun.Judging by their anxious expressions and the continuous sharp pain in their scars, they had noticed his sudden intrusion into Voldemort's mind just now.Harry shuddered and struggled, slightly surprised to find that he was still drenched.The little golden cup seemed to be placed in the grass in front of him without any danger, and the deep blue lake was shining golden in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"He knows." His own voice sounded strange and low after Voldemort's high-pitched scream. "He knows, and he's going to check where the others are. The last one," he said, already on his feet, "At Hogwarts. I guessed it. I guessed it."

"what?"

Ron opened his mouth at him, and Hermione fell to her knees, looking worried.

"What did you see? How did you know?"

"I saw him find the cup, and I—I was in his head, he—" Harry recalled the killing, "he was pissed off and terrified, and he couldn't figure out how we'd know Yeah, now he's going to check the other ones are safe, the first is the ring. He thinks the one at Hogwarts is the safest because Snape's there and it's going to be hard for us to sneak in without being noticed. I Guess he'll check that one out last, but he could still be there in a few hours—"

"So did you see somewhere in Hogwarts?" Ron asked, getting up too.

"No, he was thinking about warning Snape, not thinking about where exactly the thing was—"

"Wait, wait!" Hermione yelled as Ron grabbed the Horcruxes and Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak again, "can't just go on like this, there's no plan, we need—"

"We need to do something," said Harry firmly.He had hoped to sleep, looking forward to crawling into the new tent, but now it was impossible. "Once he finds out that the ring and the locket are gone, can you imagine what he'll do? What if he doesn't think Hogwarts is safe enough and moves the Horcruxes?"

"But how do we get in?"

"Let's go to Hogsmeade first," said Harry, "and see what the security is like around the school, and then we can figure out what to do. Come under the Invisibility Cloak, Hermione, and I hope we don't part this time."

"But I'm afraid it won't hold us—"

"It's getting dark and no one will notice our feet."

The beating of great wings echoed across the black lake: the dragon had drunk enough to fly into the air.They temporarily stopped their preparations and watched it fly higher and higher. The black figure was reflected in the rapidly darkening sky until it disappeared behind the mountain peak not far away.Then Hermione came and stood between them, and Harry pulled the cloak down as far as it could go.They spun in place together, entering the oppressive darkness.

"We need to talk," said Gwen solemnly, pushing a wooden box in front of Garrick. "George told me you had the owl send a wand to Shell Cottage yesterday morning."

"That's right." Garrick caressed the wooden box affectionately, and carefully took out a piece of black suede cloth that was dotted with stars.

"Even if I'm not a wand master," Gwen squinted, "but I'm not blind. That rowan wand is still on your bedside table."

"Tsk tsk, young eyes." Ollivander picked up the precious piece of cloth, gently covered the wand, and uttered a long series of spells from his mouth.After finally taking a breath, he said to Gwen, "Luna's wand was taken by the search party, so I made her a new one."

Gwen poured a cup of tea for the tired Garrick, "Of course I support your decision, Garrick, Luna does need a new wand. But you can't tire yourself out—look at this phoenix tail feather, put you What has it become?"

"It's almost ready, and now it's the last step, polishing." The old man's eyes sparkled. "This is a great piece of work, too. It's very useful, Gwen."

"You will never guess—!" The door of the room was opened, and three red-haired wizards stood in the doorway.Fred spoke quickly, "Harry, Ron and Hermione broke into Gringotts - and escaped on a dragon!"

Gwen's mouth was open enough to stuff an egg. "Who said that?"

"Things are spreading!" Ginny couldn't suppress the excited corners of her mouth, although she looked a little worried. "But we heard it from Mad-Eye."

"Cough." The familiar sound of wooden legs appeared in the corridor, and the fierce Moody chased away a few chattering little guys, "I hope you are ready, Ollivander."

"Of course." "What?" Garrick and Gwen answered together.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with me." Gwen waved her hand, walked out with her friends, and closed the door behind her. "Why are they going to Gringotts?" she said to George in a fuss. "Isn't that place also controlled by You-Know-Who?"

"Obviously they managed to escape," George said. "As for the purpose, it's probably for the secret mission of 'Dumbledore gave it to Harry'."

"I've got to get back to the Hog's Head." Gwen took off her black cloak from the hanger and put on the hood. "Tell Aberforth the news, and the boys at school—if they know about it, there's going to be a lot of fun tonight."

"As for us." George and Fred clapped hands, "Weasley's Defense Against the Dark Arts suit is urgently expanding production."

"I can prove it." Ginny stretched out a pair of hands covered with tape, "They dragged me to do needlework, and they didn't allow me to use magic."

"Poor, underage girl." Gwen shook her head and hugged her, then whispered in her ear, "I can't believe you're so foolishly exploited by them."

"One eye of a needle can be exchanged for one Peruvian invisibility smoke/fog/bomb," Ginny whispered, "If Mom sees it, she will give them a lesson."

Gwen gave her a thumbs up, walked outside the boundary wall and disapparated, and returned to the dark and dilapidated bar again.

"Be careful!" Aberforth yelled under his breath as soon as he saw her come back, "There were a few more Death Eaters in Hogsmeade just now, and they were wandering outside."

"It's because of Harry, I'm afraid. They've just made a scene at Gringotts," said Gwen. "Now the Death Eaters and we both know the news." She looked intently at the calm Aberforth. "Why aren't you surprised at all, sir."

"You go upstairs to your room. There is your letter." Aberforth closed his mouth tightly without looking up.

Gwen saw that he seemed to be listening to the movement outside, and decided to open the letter honestly—although she didn't know who could write to her in such a time of turmoil?Is it Katie?Or is it autumn?

What awaited her in the small room that had become tidy and cozy over the past few months was not an owl, but a house-elf with two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls.

"Dobby!" Gwen screamed, "I hear you're hurt!"

"Dobby is cured!" the elf said cheerfully, and seemed to want to prove himself by jumping on the bed a few times, but was stopped by Gwen. "Gwen Ollivander! I have a note for you."

Gwen dubiously found out that the roll of parchment it handed over had a long, thin, slanted font on it—Gwen felt as if she had seen such handwriting somewhere.

Then she looked down and saw the five-letter signature, her eyes filled with tears.Quickly read it word by word from the beginning.

"Is he all right?" Gwen couldn't help asking Dobby.

The elf tilted his head, pondering the answer, "Not that good. He can't get out of bed yet."

Gwen pursed her lips and shook the parchment, "He wants me to do what the note says, right?"

Dobby nodded vigorously and said, "When that happens, Dobby will help you."

"I see," Gwen carefully rolled the parchment and stuffed it under the pillow. "Dobby, is he sending you now because it's a critical moment?"

The elf had pinched two fingers and was about to leave, "I think it will be soon, Gwen Ollivander."

The attic of NO.12 Grimmauld Place.

Several groups of people came to the hospital bed today.

"I noticed that you were slightly injured." Dumbledore's peaceful voice came slowly.

Old Auror Moody also looked down at the red spots on his trouser legs. "Lestrange's dirty gold hot."

"Anyway, it makes me feel better to see you all safely out of Gringotts," said Dumbledore, smiling, "