[hp] Pure White Age

, Ron. "

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and found the smile in each other's eyes.

"This is our Harry."

Everyone present, Ron, Hermione, Lucian and Ginny approached Harry in unison. "Remember the Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione said, patting him on the shoulder. "He used your blood for the ritual, and I'm sure it will be to our benefit."

"I remember, when I told Dumbledore about it, he was very happy, and now the puzzle is solved." Harry blinked. "I should have thought that nothing was not in Dumbledore's plan."

"Do you need to be alone later?" Lucian asked.

Harry thought for a moment, shaking his head. "I do need some time to digest, but I think it feels better to fight with everyone." He shook the little golden thing and looked at Ron with a smile, "As long as I have enough courage, it will Open it, right? In this case, I must quickly accumulate courage from now on, there is nothing more useful than actual combat, so—let’s go, continue to fight.”

You've been gathering courage, whether it's adventures in the lower grades or training in the upper grades, Ron thought, looking at Harry's back.Before he knew it, he was used to standing behind Harry Potter, whether it was walking through the corridors after class, visiting the library at night wearing an invisibility cloak, playing Quidditch, or going to find Snape for training. .He was followed by Hermione, Lucian, and Ginny. All of them had accumulated a lot of courage along the way.

Harry was used to having friends standing behind him, and when it came to adventure or trouble (or the two words were always the same thing), he just knew they would be there.But for a moment, he suddenly felt that both Ron and Hermione were in a country far away from him, and that one name occupied all his attention. In fact, he had never felt so close to him before.

Dumbledore.The one who led him into the magic world, the one who told him about his background and opponents, the one who taught him that love is the greatest power, the one who made him doubt.He used to blame the other party for concealing it, but it was only now that he realized that every word Dumbledore concealed from him was adding weight to his life.He is not that person's Horcrux, that person is his Horcrux.This meant that if he didn't grow up to be a completely different person from Riddle, those powers that belonged to him in name would probably backfire on him, and he would probably turn into a more terrifying demon than Riddle.Harry's heart was beating wildly at the thought.

"You must have heard the story of the dragon and the dragon-slaying warrior." The old man in his memory stood by the blazing stove, "However, a philosopher once said: 'If you fight with the dragon for too long, you will become a dragon yourself. ;Look too long into the abyss, and the abyss stares back.'"

At that time, Harry didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and he didn't know how many people, intentionally or ignorantly, used their love and wisdom to drag him away from the abyss and get rid of the countless days and nights in the past. In order to become the fate of the dragon.He shared many things with that person, emotions, memories, talents...but they would never be the same.

Harry held the Snitch in his pocket, and it seemed that there was faint heat escaping from the gap.Hogwarts burned into a sea of ​​flames, and there were familiar faces everywhere: McGonagall, Hagrid, Slughorn, Lupine, Tonks... His eyes finally fell on a person in the distance.

"Neville!" Ginny called from behind. "What happened?"

"Harry." Harry had never heard Neville speak in such a sullen voice, and there was an acquaintance standing beside the boy.Everyone followed Cedric's gaze and looked down. "Justin..." Ron's voice trembled, "How could he..."

"We all sneaked back," said Cedric, looking very calm.He leaned over and tried to lift Justin's body to the corner, Harry subconsciously reached out his hand. "No," said the Hufflepuff boy, "I can do it myself."

"The protective cover won't last long, will it?" Neville asked softly after a long time, "I just heard that Professor Snape seems to have passed away."

Harry felt his throat go dry: "...what did you say?"

Neville glanced at him. "Someone found him in his office."

"That's impossible," said Hermione decisively. "Nobody here can kill him unless..."

A voice drowned out what she was about to say, a voice Harry knew all too well.Only this time, he didn't just speak in his head, the voice was close at hand, but it was louder and colder, so that everyone in the surrounding area of ​​Hogwarts could hear it.

"You have resisted bravely, and Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage."

"But you have suffered heavy losses. If you continue to resist, you will die one by one. I don't want this to happen. Every drop of wizard blood is a loss and a waste."

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I order my party to retreat, immediately."

"I'll give you an hour to settle the dead with dignity and treat the wounded."

"Harry Potter, now I speak directly to you. You let your friends die for you instead of facing me. I will wait an hour in the Forbidden Forest. If you do not come after an hour I, did not voluntarily surrender, then the fight will continue. This time, I will fight myself, Harry Potter, I will find you, I will punish every man, woman and child who tried to harbor you, not a single one Pass.

"One hour."

☆、Chapter147 Ending (8)

Hogwarts has changed.But 10 minutes ago, the fire on the pasture was extinguished.Heavy white stone pillars fell into the flowers, and the fruit trees in the courtyard were dull in color.The fountain where he had saved Ron was also destroyed, and the water in the pool became cloudy.The mess in the castle can be imagined. When they came out, it had been tortured to death by various spells and armors.

Harry didn't know how long it would be before daylight.Sitting on a fallen stone pillar, he watched the procession of setting up the dead and treating the wounded.Justin Fletcher lay under the nearest tree, with his fellow Housemates.This fact echoes Voldemort's words: that he allowed his friends to die for him, rather than confront him.

The Snitch lay quietly in his palm.Ron said that Voldemort is his Horcrux, but no one can guarantee that he will be able to come out of the Forbidden Forest.But enough was enough, Hogwarts had had enough, he could no longer bear the people here dying for him.

Ron and Hermione came towards him from under the tree, and Harry smiled at them.They smiled at him too, only showing surprise when they came to him.

"Did you open it, Harry?" Hermione's voice trembled.

Harry looked down at the budding Snitch. "Yeah, I took it out of my pocket and it just opened up by itself, I don't know... I didn't seem to do anything."

"If it's on, you must be doing something right," said Ron.

"But there's nothing in here."

Hermione blinked: "What do you expect inside, Harry? A resurrection stone? A sword? A Horcrux? Do you understand what Dumbledore wants to tell you? If you want to win, you open this The courage it takes to be a Snitch is all it takes."

Harry stroked the Snitch, which had a barely noticeable scratch on its round body. "I remember it," he said, "I used this Snitch when I first competed in first grade."

"I think that's why Dumbledore gave it to you." Hermione nodded. "The Snitch is very sensitive. He must have cast some magic on it to make it recognize you better."

The wind blew the hair of the three people, and they hadn't had time to wash off the stains on their faces, and their expressions were obviously tired.Yet Harry had a hunch that his two friends were different, their eyes glowing like morning light on the horizon, and he imagined that maybe he was too.Today would be the day he would defeat Voldemort, or the day he would lay down his life, it didn't matter, any story should have an ending.

"I'm leaving." He stood up, and all the busy people nearby consciously stopped what they were doing and turned to his direction.Harry's eyes met Professor McGonagall, and she nodded at him as if he were a soldier about to go off and she was his mother.Everywhere he looked, there was a similar expression on everyone's face, that expression was like a promise: a promise that even if he was in the Forbidden Forest, their souls would be tied behind him tightly, like that pale purple Always hug Hogwarts.Hermione and Ron gave him a hug, and many familiar people came over, and Harry felt surrounded by layers of warmth.They didn't know what Ron had told him, but they devoutly believed that he was the savior.In this case, he should at least play a savior for them.

This is the decisive battle.

The sky was not so dark, and the silhouettes of trees emerged from the white mist. The wild air made Harry shiver, and he tightened his grip on the Invisibility Cloak.There are only a few Soul Eaters at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, and the one-hour deadline has not yet expired, and they are still waiting.Harry tried not to let the leaves on the soles of his shoes give away his whereabouts, and cast a silencing spell, and finally he managed to pass the erratic spirits.

He kept to the edge as best he could, drifting past several Death Eaters and Dementors in his path, one of which nearly drove him under a rock.Among the Death Eaters, Harry recognized a few familiar faces, either graduates of Hogwarts or their parents, and he gripped the open Snitch even more tightly, as if it could Give him strength.

It's cold here, very cold, and half that's because of Eater of Souls.Harry put the Snitch to his lips - and he didn't know why he did it. "Help me," he said to it in his mind, knowing that there would be no response. "I have to win."

However, this was not without results, and there seemed to be subtle movements around.He looked around nervously, but the Death Eaters and Soul Eaters didn't notice anything unusual.Soon, the movements grew louder, as if some invisible elves were walking on leaves.Gradually the elves took on what they really were, like neither the living nor the ghosts of the school, but something in between.

About the same height as Harry, with disheveled hair and spectacles tilted on the bridge of his nose, James looked a few years older than his son, and he was.Sirius landed slowly beside James, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He looked older, but he still had a youthful air about him.Lily was the happiest of the three, studying Harry's face carefully in her charming green eyes.

"Don't worry," she said with a smile, "they can't see us because we don't exist in their eyes."

Harry didn't understand what she meant, and when he was about to ask, Lily had already answered his question: "We are not real people or souls, Harry, we are just your illusion. The Snitch will only know when he senses great courage. Open it, you must have thought of us when you opened it, so when you ask it for help, we will reappear... We are the embodiment of courage you stored in the Snitch."

As she spoke, more phantoms emerged from the Snitch.Ron, Hermione, Lucian, Ginny, the twins...their bodies flew lightly into the air, surrounding him so much that they covered the real Death Eaters and Soul Eaters. "All of us are walking this road with you." James leaned into his ear and said, "Don't be afraid, son, you're not alone. You never were."

"I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye, Harry." Sirius stroked his hair. "This is the only compensation I can give you."

Lupine and Tonks also leaned over to his side. Sirius took Lupine's shoulders and looked at him. He had never seen a good brother as a husband and father. Lily and James also came up to talk to the couple, as if It was just an ordinary late night, and they were sitting by the fire in the living room to pass the time. "Should I confess to her? I mean formally?" George bumped Fred's arm and winked in Luna's direction. "I don't think she needs it," Fred replied solemnly. "Of course if you really want to do it but don't dare, I can do it for you." Then, they asked whether Luna and Angelina could tell the difference. The two of them had a heated argument.Hagrid walked happily among the professors, showing them the Bowtruckle on his arm.

"They're too loud, too," grumbled Hermione, with her hands on her hips. "Harry needs to relax, but also needs to focus!"

"Don't be angry, Hermione." Harry said with a smile, "I'm very focused, thank you." The people floating around him and hanging in mid-air looked at him one after another. "We know you can," said Ron, "otherwise we wouldn't be here."

Harry stopped.He had already seen a bonfire burning in a clearing not far away.Just cross the last stretch of thick, tangled thickets, and step over the big old tree that crosses the stream, and he's face to face with him.

"Stay with me." He said in his heart.

"As you wish." The group responded to him with a smile.

"I always hear some noises, rustling..." Peter Pettigrew whispered.

"There's a lot of animals around here, owned by that idiot Hagrid."

"The hour is almost up," Yaxley said, looking down at his watch. "He probably won't come."

"The coward," Dolohov said, his eyes resting on Voldemort feverishly.His god, or the god of all the wizards present, sat between the two guardian giants.His face was expressionless, his blood-red eyes were downcast, and his slender fingers were stroking the Elder Wand.Beneath his seat lay a body that had once belonged to a young Slytherin boy, but now looked more like a part of dirt than Harry recognized as what eyewitnesses claimed to have killed Snape.

"It seems that I was wrong." Voldemort finally spoke, and the laughter of Death Eaters rang out from around him.

Harry looked around at his companions, and finally fell into Lily's gaze.She and James stood together like a normal pair of parents picking up their kids from school. "You're brave," she mouthed to him. "We love you."

Harry closed the Snitch and put it back in his pocket, and the phantoms disappeared one by one behind the silhouette of the trees.Then, with sweaty hands, he removed the cloak and raised his wand.His heart was hurting, and he seemed to want to stretch his ribs to escape from his body, and he tried his best not to sound timid in his voice.

"you are right."

He steps toward the firelight.In an instant, the whole forest seemed to be boiling.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw all the Death Eaters stand up, panting, exclaiming, and laughing, and the roar of the two giants shocked the sky.But Harry didn't care about these, he only had eyes for Voldemort, the former Tom Riddle, his destined opponent in this life.

"Harry Potter," said his opponent, in a voice that hissed and sputtered like flames, "the Boy Who Lived."

Harry doesn't remember many details, except that they cast spells at each other at the same time.

……

When he woke up again, he was no longer in the Forbidden Forest.Harry got up from the ground.He thought that if he was still alive, he would be sore after a fierce battle, but now he felt very light, even more energetic than before entering the Forbidden Forest.A painful thought slipped through his heart, is he already dead?

He was in a vast building, and the end of the space could not be seen at a glance. The huge glass dome enveloped everything, and the golden sunlight shone in from above. Everything was beautiful and confusing.However, at the same time, he didn't ignore the anger hidden in his heart. The last image that remained in his memory was Voldemort saying his name and swinging his wand fiercely.

"You don't understand, do you?"

Harry shuddered involuntarily, and turned around.

"Dumbledore? I thought you were dead?"

He covered his mouth in surprise, but Dumbledore smiled and seemed not at all bothered by his rudeness.

"I'm dead indeed," he nodded at him.

"So...so I'm dead too, isn't it?" Harry asked eagerly.Suddenly, he felt very uncomfortable, like a butterfly just pierced by a poisonous needle, every part of his body became sensitive, and even a slight pull would cause pain.Did he mean... he died?Died so easily?After so much effort to fly over death...

"Feel something is wrong with you?"

Harry jerked his head away and nodded hastily.Dumbledore walked up to him slowly and took his hand: "Look around you, boy."

What did he want him to watch?There is nothing here.But when Harry followed Dumbledore's gaze, he almost cried out.This is King's Cross Station!It's just cleaner and brighter...Why didn't he recognize it just now?The two trains parked steadily on both sides of the platform, and after a short stay, they would go in different directions.

"What's in the compartment?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you go in and see for yourself?"

Harry stepped into one hesitantly.The train was empty except for one seat in front that seemed to be occupied, and he approached him cautiously. "Hello?" The passenger didn't respond to his greeting, and Harry's heart was beating fast, and knowing Dumbledore was standing behind him eased some of his fears, and finally he mustered up the courage to stride up to the man. In front of you, "You..."

He covers his mouth.That person is none other than himself.Harry Potter sat quietly on the seat, his eyes were open, but he didn't respond to everything in front of him, like a doll made by an exquisite craftsman.Before Dumbledore could speak, Harry jumped down the steps in a hurry and ran towards the opposite side of the platform.On another train, he found Voldemort's "doll" as expected.

Everything seemed to be in order, and the scar on his forehead hurt again.

"It's time for you to make a decision."

"What decision?" He squatted down slowly, "Who the hell am I?"

"You are the fragment Harry lost in Voldemort." Dumbledore's voice came from behind, "You came from Harry Potter, but you left the moment Lily Evans spoke the spell." When Harry and Voldemort were fighting, you sensed his call and came here. Now, think about the scene carefully, who did you see?"

What he saw was Harry Potter, yes, the image of Harry Potter waving his wand at him, and the voice of Voldemort saying his name seemed to be coming from behind him or inside him. "So I'm not Harry Potter?"

"You can choose to be Harry Potter." Dumbledore paused. "Of course, although I don't want to admit it, you have another choice. You can also choose to be Voldemort."

"So who won the showdown?"

"Before you make a choice, everything is unknown." Dumbledore replied, "Voldemort is Harry's Horcrux, and the Horcrux cannot exist without the soul fragments of the main body. If you choose to fuse with Harry, Voldemort will Become very fragile, very easy to be destroyed; if you continue to choose him as your Horcrux, the outcome of things is difficult to predict."

"Harry" thought for a long time. "You mean...if I go back into Voldemort, I might be able to take over his body, because I'm awakened and he's just a Horcrux, right?"

"You are very clever," Dumbledore nodded, "but it is also possible that he continues to control you, leaving you in a state of unconsciousness as before."

"It's still the same sentence, everything depends on you."

……

When he woke up again, he was lying on a stretcher, and someone was holding his hand.The blazing bonfire in his memory gradually faded, replaced by a hazy white light in the sky, and he struggled to stand up. "Harry's awake! Harry!" Harry heard Hermione's surprised voice, and a pair of strong arms helped him up from the stretcher. It was Hagrid, who had been carrying the stretcher just now.

"Merlin! It's a good thing you woke up first!" He said gruffly, "Leave this to us, and go back to Hogwarts with Hermione. Ron is waiting for you in Snape's office. Something important to tell you... Quick, follow that path... He says it's the last step!"

Harry jumped off the stretcher.The scar on his forehead hurt a little, and he wasn't sure if that was a good sign.

"Not long after you left, Professor McGonagall brought us to look for you," Hermione pushed aside the weeds in front of him, "You and Voldemort both fell to the ground, those Death Eaters were very angry, and Dolohov was I was about to cast a Killing Curse on you, but fortunately the professors arrived in time, Hagrid knew another way, so the professor told us to take you to evacuate first... But you still don't wake up, and we're not sure what's going on... "

"I don't remember what happened either." Harry carefully avoided the stone pits on the ground, and was annoyed to find that his hands and feet were a little clumsy.He always felt that something was wrong, as if something had melted into his body, but he hadn't fully adapted to it yet.

"Put on the Invisibility Cloak." Hermione's nervous voice interrupted his thoughts. "I sense Death Eaters are around."

Someone did block their way.Harry and Hermione drew their wands at the same time. They both knew that even if the Death Eater was in danger now, they would not give up looking for him.The two figures in black robes got closer and closer, and one of them put down his hood, and they guessed their identities at once.

The blond woman was very pale, and she was more on business than looking for Harry Potter, as was the blond man beside her. "He can't be here." Lucius said softly, putting his arm around Narcissa's shoulders, "We should go back."

"I don't want to go back."

"I know, I know." The man comforted his wife, "But as long as the Dark Mark is still on us, we can't completely escape his control. We must go back, no matter what happens, at least we can deal with it in time."

"He killed Bella, and now he took Draco!" Narcissa said through gritted teeth.Harry had only seen her once, at the Quidditch World Cup, and the once elegant woman was no longer there.

"Draco was just going on a mission, he'll be back soon."

"A task? Don't lie to yourself, Lucius!" Narcissa pushed her husband away, "Where do you think he is now?"

"……Where?"

"Gringotts." She lowered her voice bitterly, "Draco told me before he left... Where do you think the Dark Lord will let him go after all this? His two children were stolen, the necklace There is no one to inherit, where do you think he will let my Draco go? He wants to imprison him for the rest of his life! Let him become a puppet of the necklace! Lucius, this is our retribution! It just fell on our son! "

Lucius' face paled instantly. "Why didn't you tell me at the time? You..." He quickly stopped talking, because his wife had obviously passed the brink of collapse, and she slowly knelt down on the ground covering her face, crying uncontrollably.Out of Narcissa's sight, Lucius also closed his eyes, his blond hair trembling.Just as Harry and Hermione digested this conversation, the man seemed to notice something, and his eyes slowly moved to the direction where they were hiding.Harry's heart skipped a beat, he lowered his head subconsciously, and found that the toes of his shoes were not completely covered by the cloak.

Hermione realized this too, and she signaled him not to move with her eyes.They were between two trees, some distance away from the Malfoys, Lucius might not see it clearly, it wasn't worth the risk.They waited quietly until Lucius looked away and lifted Narcissa up from the ground. "Okay, go back...at least Draco is safe now...as long as someone knows where he is...he has a chance of being saved." He spoke slowly, then looked in Harry and Hermione's direction again to take a look.

The figures of the Malfoy couple supported each other and disappeared into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. "He must have seen us," said Hermione, "but I don't think they'll tell." Harry agreed with Hermione, and he nodded.

When they finally arrived at Snape's office, Ron was sitting down at his desk.Behind him, Snape's body lay quietly. "He left an important message before he died. Forgive me for reading it alone. Time is tight." The red-haired friend raised his chin, signaling to him and Hermione's wandering thoughts in the Pensieve, "Was Voldemort killing him?" Because of the Elder Wand. He thought the Elder Wand was not easy to use because it was not he who killed Dumbledore with his own hands, but Snape. Snape's memory also said that Voldemort locked Nagini in Gringotts Lestrange's vault, Peter Pettigrew knows about it, and we have to kill the snake before the Death Eaters get there."

"But what are we going to do?" Hermione asked eagerly. "Didn't he say how he was going to kill the snake?"

Ron raised his eyes: "He said Harry would find a way."

Harry didn't understand why these powerful wizards were so fond of charades, so was Snape, so was Dumbledore... wait, Dumbledore?He seemed to remember something, but he didn't seem to.

"I followed Snape's instructions and found this in the office." Ron tossed the item to Harry. "It's very strange, why did Snape take the sorting hat out of the storage?" Hermione looked at the sorting house Hat glanced, "Anyway, we have to hurry to Gringotts."

Harry took the Sorting Hat. "It's so heavy." He said subconsciously, and the two friends looked at him suspiciously.He spread out the crumpled hat on the desk little by little, and looked inside, "There seems to be something in the hat." As he said, he put his hand into the sorting hat and touched it. When he reached the hard hilt, he pulled it out in one go.

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

"Is that... the Sword of Gryffindor?" Ron jumped off the table. "It's sure to kill Nagini! Let's go!"

They returned to the Hog's Head pub again and were apparated to Gringotts in Diagon Alley.On the way, Harry tells Ron that Draco is likely to be locked up with Nagini, which makes the red-haired friend even more emotional. "I knew it, Harry, I knew it," Ron said, running his hands through his sweaty hair, and pressed his lips together, "I didn't see him at Hogwarts or the Forbidden Forest, so I guessed , Did Voldemort lock him up to protect the necklace..."

As expected by the three, since only Voldemort, Snape, and Pettigrew knew about Nagini's whereabouts, it would be difficult for Pettigrew to catch up with them now, but the problem still exists. "How do we get in?" Hermione said anxiously, "I don't have any Polyjuice Potion." Ron silently wiped the sweat from his forehead.In fact, it wouldn't matter if there were Polyjuice Potion - since Lestrange's vault was locked up with Voldemort's property, they would have to get Voldemort's own hair.

"Let's use the Invisibility Cloak to sneak in and see what's going on." Harry said, he had always been a pure actionist, luckily he was always lucky.Ron and Hermione couldn't think of any other way but to hide under his invisibility cloak obediently, and walked towards the tall white building together.

"I don't think Pettigrew has any advantage over us." Ron whispered, "If Voldemort really hid Draco and Nagini in the vault, he would definitely activate the highest level of security measures, such as letting goblins only The owner of the treasury opens the door himself, and no one else can come."

"You don't think he fully trusts Pettigrew, do you?"

"He doesn't trust anyone, Hermione, not to mention Pettigrew did betray him," Harry blurted out, aware of the coldness and impatience in his tone.That uncomfortable feeling was back, as if a restless spirit lived inside him shaking his ribs so hard it made Harry want to throw up.His intuition told him that the spirit became excited after hearing Ron's words, and it seemed to be looking forward to opening the vault, Merlin, there must be something wrong with his body.

Hermione didn't notice his abnormality, and both she and Ron thought he was just recovering from the final battle.By this time they were at the first gate of Gringotts, and slipped in behind a man who seemed eager to transfer property.Gringotts is still the same, and Harry also has a small vault here, but the security level of that vault is not high, and only a goblin needs a key to open it.Ron seems to have said that the highest-level vaults will be guarded by fire dragons, right?Harry didn't know how to tame a dragon.

"No need to do that..."

"Who's talking? Who?"

"Harry?" Hermione turned her head suspiciously, "Who are you talking to?"

"You don't need to do that...you are the owner of the vault..."

The opening of the door again interrupted this mysterious conversation.The three Death Eaters headed by Pettigrew walked into the hall swaggeringly, he was obviously going towards the oldest looking elf.The trio looked at each other and quickly followed them.

"Sorry, sir." The goblin waved his hands repeatedly after hearing his intentions, "According to our regulations on the highest-level vault, you can only deposit things in it, and only the Dark Lord himself can take things out." Pettigrew's face With an anxious look on his face, he took out another certificate signed by the Dark Lord himself. "I've made it very clear." The goblin stretched out a finger, "You are not the Dark Lord, you can only save, not withdraw." Pettigrew gave the goblin a hard look in the dark, turned around and followed the two Discuss countermeasures with your companions.

"Voldemort should have stopped breathing, otherwise they should have brought him here first anyway." Ron said, "The soul fragment on Nagini is Voldemort's last chance to be resurrected, and the Death Eaters probably want to resurrect him." Hold the ceremony at the Triwizard Tournament. We must not let them take Nagini away, this is the last step of victory, we have sacrificed so many wizards, we must not leave any trouble behind."

"If you can't take Nagini away, you can only bring the dead Voldemort here and perform the ceremony in the vault." Hermione said, there is a telescopic ear from the Weasley twins in her universal backpack, "I I heard, that's what they planned."

They turned their gazes to Harry who had been silent all this time: "Harry, what do you think?"

Harry didn't speak. He turned his back to them and watched the three Death Eaters disappear through the first door.Then, he lifted the invisibility cloak under the horrified gazes of Hermione and Ron.Three people suddenly appeared in front of the counter, and these three people were also the enemies of the Dark Lord. This really frightened the old goblin, its eyes were as big as copper bells, and it roared loudly——

"Don't worry, Griphook." Harry stretched out a hand, and his voice was unfamiliar even to himself, like a cluster of hissing flames, "I'm here to get what I keep here."

Griphook made a reassuring gesture to the other nervous goblins, maintaining his professionalism in the end, and coughed lightly: "As we all know, Gringotts treats every guest equally. So you want to withdraw money, Bo, Bo Mister Te?"

"No, you know what I mean." Harry looked up. "I want to get my snake and my subordinates back from Lestrange's vault."

Griphook's wrinkled face couldn't help twitching, and he propped his hands on the counter angrily: "Harry Potter! Do you think I'm old and confused? I repeat, Gringotts