war and peace

"Find the sword, and you'll be able to deal with the locket." The night before the transfer, Hermione assured Harry. "Male told me that an object made by a goblin can only absorb something stronger than it is. You destroyed the journal with the basilisk's fangs, and the Gryffindor sword, soaked in the basilisk's venom, must have absorbed it all !” It happened to be Roald’s turn to be on duty that day, so there were only the two of them in the tent.

"That's good, I've had enough of this cold thing." Harry tugged at the gold chain around his neck.The locket has always been made of ice, and the heat conduction properties of metal cannot be reflected in it at all. "Also," he suddenly thought, "When did you know each other well enough to call each other by their first names?" Generally speaking, once you know Hermione's name, you can guess who she is with, but Roald is very concerned about the investigation. With this completely uninterested look, he still calls him Aibo.

Hermione leaned slightly to the side, as if the chair beneath her had suddenly grown a thorn. "Marta doesn't mind..."

"Does he mind the question?" Harry almost let Ron's name slip out of his mouth, but he caught it just in time. "You still say I'm gullible!" He continued to say indignantly.

"Actually, Mal knows too much." Hermione's face was unnatural, obviously aware of what Harry wanted to say at a certain moment, but she didn't say it. "He's a mobile library at all!"

Everyone knows that Hermione is a bookworm.Harry didn't even know why he suddenly became aggressive. He was watching when Roald and Hermione were talking, didn't he?Then he tried to soften his tone, "Let's go to Godric's Hollow first. If all goes well, our next step is to figure out how to sneak into the Gringotts vault. I dare say that the Lestrange family's vault is very Might have what we're looking for."

This is what they heard near the camp when Ron was still there.They happened to meet another fleeing crowd, Ted Tonks, Dean Thomas (so Harry would think of using Dean's name later), some unknown people and two goblins.From their conversation, Griphook the goblin jeers at Snape for putting a fake Gryffindor sword in the Lestrange vault ("You can't tell the real from the fake!"), and then Viciously mentioned that there are many other treasures that should belong to goblins.

"Voldemort once gave the diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping..." Hermione said thoughtfully, "so you think Lestrange might have one too? Which Horcrux would be in there? Hermione." Chippaqi's cup? Or a Ravenclaw relic?"

"I don't know, but it's very possible and worth a try," Harry said.

"If only we could get the Gryffindor sword," said Hermione, poking her chin with her finger, her eyes wandering in reminiscence. "Marle also said that the sword of Gryffindor can resist many kinds of confusion and jinxes-such as the copying curse or the fire curse. There is no way that the vault of an ancient pure-blood family does not have a protective spell...and I I bet, if you want to tell if a Horcrux is real or fake, you only need to touch it with a sword. It is said that Hufflepuff's golden cup is an amphora with exquisite carvings on it; as for Ravenclaw's relics, I Thought it might be a crown, the gold kind..."

"What?" Harry heard that the front was fine, but he was shocked when he heard the back. "How do you know what they look like?"

"Mal told me." Hermione replied, still desperately remembering, "Yesterday you were on duty, and he saw me flipping through "Hogwarts: A School History", so he mentioned a few words about the four founders. Legend. He said Rowena Ravenclaw had a famous diadem that gave wisdom to the wearer."

"It's quite possible, Hermione!" Harry was both delighted and surprised. "You know everything!"

Hermione came back to her senses and gave him a blank look. "Didn't I tell you that Mal is a mobile library!"

The two continued to discuss the Horcrux issue for a while, and Harry remembered another thing: "What is Voldemort doing recently? It seems that there is no new action in the Daily Prophet?"

"I don't know." Hermione replied bluntly, "Speaking of which, I just remembered," she stared at Harry carefully, "You have finally learned your Occlumency? It's been normal recently, and I haven't seen Voldemort there." thing?"

"Ah... yes." Harry replied very guilty.He had almost forgotten about Occlumency until Hermione brought it up, and he hadn't been connected to Voldemort's mind for a long time.In fact, he thought it was a good thing, it would let him know what Voldemort was doing, even though there was already a misguided and painful lesson there.It's really dark now...

Hermione nodded in satisfaction, not knowing what he was thinking.Then she stood up, "I'll go out for a while and continue chatting with Mal."

Harry watched her disappear behind the curtain (bringing in a puff of cold damp air outside) into his sleeping bag.Mal-Roald was quite a man, he thought, to watch the night in this weather without complaint.Then it occurred to him that, except for the first two days when Roald was injured, he seemed to be taking care of himself and Hermione.He knows everything, has a good temper, and has a good level of magic. He might be able to get along very well by himself... Whoever works with him must be very happy, just like he and Hermione... Harry said vaguely Thinking, soon fell into dreamland.

During the daytime the next day, when Harry got up together, he found that half of the tent was buried in the snow outside.This time the place is on a small island in the middle of a lake in Scotland, and the weather in the highlands is always cold.The scheduled departure time was after nightfall, so that they could have one night to find the sword.

When night fell, the three apparated hand in hand.The place where it fell was on the small square in the valley, the Christmas tree lights in the surrounding shops flickered, and a square war memorial stood in the middle.Harry didn't notice it until Hermione pulled him to realize that the monument was enchanted, and when a wizard passed near it, he would see a statue of a man, woman and child.There is a word at the bottom of the monument, which states that it is to commemorate the Potters.

It was his parents... Harry was standing at the bottom looking up at the sculpture.Your sacrifice was not in vain.I'm also on the road to destroying Voldemort.You will see me succeed...

Hermione stood beside him, silent.

When they started to walk again, Roald who was standing behind Harry suddenly made a sound. "I'd like to visit Professor Bathilda-Bathilter. We'll meet here then, okay?"

Hermione was worrying about how to hide the fact that they were looking for the Gryffindor sword when the three of them were together, and when she heard him say this, she was relieved and felt guilty at the same time: "Well, I think we probably also I would like to visit Professor Bashat, maybe I will meet her at her house."

Harry still hadn't recovered from the sadness, so he just nodded.

Voldemort watched the two of them walk towards the dark place, which was the village cemetery.He looked away, took one more look at the statue, and strode down a new, darker alley.He's walked this route twice before, and this is his third choice.

Harry just wanted to see his parents' tomb, but in the process of searching, they found Ignotus Peverell ("Look at this sign!"), the Dumbledore family ( "So Dumbledore really lived here...") and various other familiar names or surnames.

In the end they finally found the tomb of the Potters.It was the same white marble as Dumbledore's, and it still seemed to glow in the night.The lives of James and Lily are engraved on the tombstone, and the inscription is only one sentence.

"The last enemy to destroy is death."

Harry read it out.Does that mean eternal life?It does not seem.The Deathly Hallows is just a legend, and even if they were all collected, they would not be immortal.Hermione's gentle voice sounded right next to his ears, "I think they refer to the fact that life transcends death, that death is still alive."

Harry pursed his lips tightly.So James and Lily died, leaving him standing here.Harry's tears welled up drop by drop, scorching hot, but freezing to ice as they rolled over his cold cheeks.They saved his life with their own.Harry reached out to wipe his tears, but it didn't help, they rushed out like this once in a lifetime chance.James and Lily were lying down there, just under this cold stone slab...

Hermione held his hand tightly, trying to calm his emotions, and then used her wand to conjure a Christmas rose wreath and put it on the tombstone.Harry squeezed it back tightly and moved his foot to move away, he didn't think he could face such a sight again.At this moment, a silver light flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"Who's there?" Harry immediately became alarmed.He broke away from Hermione's hand, drew out his wand, and approached the holly hedge where the silver light appeared step by step.

The silver light appeared again.Harry walked around a low blackthorn bush, and this time he could see quite clearly that the light was coming from a Patronus.It has large eyes and two pointed, forked horns on its head.

"Stag!" Hermione followed Harry, startled when she recognized the animal. "Isn't this your Patronus, Harry?"

"Of course not," Harry replied, approaching the familiar silver creature cautiously. "Did you see me cast the Patronus Charm?"

The silver stag seemed to have been standing there for a while.It was bored enough to dig snow with its hooves, but apparently to no avail, and all Harry had just seen was its raised head.Then it saw Harry approaching, and immediately ran a few steps, and looked back at him again.

"It seems to be leading the way?" Hermione asked speculatively.Then she realized that Harry had already followed her, so she couldn't help but raise her voice slightly, "That might be a trap, Harry!"

But Harry didn't listen to her at all, and he had followed the stag over the low cemetery wall.Hermione was helpless, and could only raise her spirits, gripping her wand tightly and following.

The silver patron saint stopped and walked, always a few steps ahead of them, turning his head from time to time, as if to make sure they had followed.The road was not far away, and it led them to a ruin in which something was gleaming.

Gryffindor's sword.

Behind the rickety fence, it was inserted obliquely on a scorched cornerstone, and the ruby ​​on the hilt silently refracted the faint starlight.The gorgeous scabbard was thrown on the rubble aside, as if someone had pulled it out and poked it there casually.

The stag walked there, looked back at Harry one last time, and slowly began to fade.

"Wait, wait!" Harry snapped back to his senses.He had no idea whose patron saint this was!Once in third year, he thought he saw Jaime using a Patronus to save him, but it was actually himself after using a Time-Turner.Whose stag is now?It couldn't be him, it couldn't be James, and Hermione didn't have a Time-Turner this time either!

But it was useless, the silver animal still disappeared into the air unstoppably.

Harry ran over in three steps at a time, climbed over the hedge, pulled the sword out of the stone, and examined it repeatedly.Then Hermione came after her, gasping for air. "Harry, this is the ruins of your home!" She pointed to a stone tablet that Harry had ignored before.

Harry ran back to look at the stele again, and picked up his sword again.It was indeed the sword of Gryffindor (the golden locket had been dangling restlessly around his neck since just now), but how could it be in the ruins of their home?If it had been here all the time, it would have been inserted so big that any wizard passing by would have seen it!That is to say, the sword was inserted not long ago?Was that stag sent on purpose to lure him?

They stopped for a while beside the ruins.The former site of Potter's house has obviously become a tourist attraction, and words written with magic can be seen everywhere, all of which are words of support or thanks.Normally, Harry would probably have looked at one or two carefully, but now he looked around every now and then, hoping that the stag would appear again.But his wish was doomed to fail, and nothing unusual happened again.