[hp] Pure White Age

There was a gap, and he, who was still wearing the invisible cloak, was pulled into the door by a force.

"Haha! Look who's coming! Ron Weasley!"

"Moody!" Ron was held in the arms of the old man. He laughed and patted the other person's shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Slughorn standing aside with an embarrassed expression. "Why are you at Professor Slughorn's house?" ? Is this also Dumbledore's plan?"

"Dumbledore did call me." Moody let go of Ron, who was suffocating, then took his hand desperately, and dragged him into the living room with a fire to warm himself.It wasn't until he entered the room that Ron realized that the house had been cast with an extremely subtle spell, so it looked dark and dilapidated from the outside, but the interior was a typical Slughorn style, comfortable and a little luxurious.

"Tell me quickly, why are you here?" Ron said eagerly, taking a sip of hot tea.Since Dumbledore's death, he has separated from Draco and started a lonely escape, and he has not seen the members of the Order of the Phoenix for a long time.Seeing Moody tonight, his nerves that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed a little, and he even had a feeling of seeing his relatives.

"Dumbledore gave me the address before he died," Moody said. "I didn't even know it was Professor Slughorn's home. He taught me Potions when I was at school. .” Slughorn, who was sitting on the side, smiled at Ron, but his expression was a bit forced.Of course, thought Ron, I'd be upset if someone found me after moving twice.

"Is the Order of the Phoenix okay?"

"I haven't contacted there for a long time." Moody's face became serious, "Because Dumbledore wants me to guard this place and keep it from being exposed. The last time I went to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, then There are a lot more dementors nearby. I guess Dumbledore gave every member a mission before he died. But don't worry, even if we don't know where each other is now, we will definitely go back as soon as the mission is completed. Until then, you Parents will be responsible for guarding our stronghold."

Ron nodded. "I thought it was my own idea to come here." He hesitated, "but after seeing you, I realized that this may be what Dumbledore wanted me to do again." He took Bagshot's He handed the manuscript to Slughorn, who was sitting across from him. The other party was surprised by his move, but still took the stack of parchment.

"Professor, this is the manuscript of Professor Bagshot that I found in Godric's Hollow. That person did not want this research to be published, sent a snake to kill her not long ago, and pretended to die naturally." Ron said, " During this period of time, I have been reading some, which confirmed some speculations. I think this research can prove that Tom Riddle and Harry have the same ancestors, and the fact that Harry once defeated Riddle can explain the strength of that person It's not unique, and it's not invincible... Since Dumbledore's death, the power of justice in the wizarding world has been somewhat sluggish, and I think this material can help everyone regain some confidence."

"Ron, you don't understand." Slughorn said, frowning, "Dumbledore and I have discussed it a long time ago. It was not Harry who hurt that, that person who couldn't name him, but him." The mother's spell... Lily traded her life for Harry's, it's a very old spell, like, like..."

"Like a spell to make a Horcrux?" Ron quickly realized that his words made Slughorn's ears turn red instantly. "Yeah," Slughorn said in a low voice, as if afraid to startle something, "like that. Actually I never figured out why Lily knew about that spell and decided to use it at that moment. That spell and ... There is a subtle connection between the spells for making Horcruxes. One sacrifices one's own life to protect others, and the other kills others to split one's soul... So at that critical moment, the spell Lily cast was already Just happens to be the deadliest one ever to have made a Horcrux."

"It was a confrontation between the most unselfish spell and the most selfish spell," Slughorn added, "and one of two wizards was bound to die...in that confrontation, it was Lily who died." Evans."

"But she won!" Ron couldn't help retorting, "We can't use conventional thinking to judge the struggle between these two spells. The fact is that Harry's mother protected the person she wanted to protect, and only Her spell has fulfilled the master's mission!"

Slughorn's expression was weird for a moment, as if he had heard similar words before, and felt instinctive resistance to this view, which was also reasonable. "However, no matter how great the power of selflessness is, only those who survive can change reality." He took a sip of tea and muttered softly, "The one who survives is that person."

"Harry is the only one who survives." Ron said bluntly, "He is the person everyone wants to protect at the expense of their lives, and he can also change reality. Why are you always so pessimistic, Professor?"

"I'm not pessimistic... I just pay more attention to the facts shown by the magical confrontation." Slughorn finally raised his head, "Yes, Harry Potter did survive that night, but he didn't 'defeat' 'That person. Lily's spell did protect her son, but she died because of it, and according to the standard of magic confrontation, she didn't really defeat that person."

Slughorn didn't seem to have talked to Moody about this, and the old Auror looked at them in bewilderment.At this moment, Ron finally understood the reason for Professor Slughorn's cowardice.

"Professor, you are afraid of confronting that person, because in your knowledge, no wizard has ever really defeated him, right? So in your heart, that person is indeed unique and invincible, and Harry is nothing Miracle Boy...any child protected by an ancient spell by his mother could possibly escape from that man, isn't it?"

Slughorn was silent.

"You believe in the results of spells very much, and use your self-confidence to estimate the power of wizards. But have you ever thought that spells are invented by wizards and controlled by wizards?"

"Indeed it is," Moody grumbled.

"Because of this, we can't put the cart before the horse!" Ron chased after the victory, "Although every spell has its own purpose, it first serves the wizard who pronounced it. On the surface, Harry's mother sacrificed , the man got his life back, but the man went to Godric's Hollow intending to kill Harry, and his spell failed to accomplish that goal... Isn't that better than 'Harry beat the man' Is it more exciting?"

"what do you mean……"

"I mean, the desire to sacrifice ourselves to protect others can resist the Killing Curse!" Ron jumped up from his chair, "In that case, if we each learn this selfless spell, we can protect each other! "

There was a moment of silence in the living room.Slughorn looked at him with some surprise, the black tea shaking in his hand.Ron knew that Slughorn understood the weight of the words better than Moody, who had never heard of the selflessness spell.This professor is as personal as that person, and it's hard to think outside the box.Slughorn's problems were not unique, which is why not every wizard of magical prowess reaches Dumbledore's level.

Yep, that's what Dumbledore wants to tell all righteous wizards.Since ancient times, every wizard in the wizarding world has been afraid of the Killing Curse, which will kill anyone's life if hit by it.When someone uses a Killing Curse on you, besides dodging in time, the most effective way to protect yourself is to read the attack spell faster than the opponent.But on the night of October 1981, 10, Harry's mother opened up a new possibility for all wizards - although this possibility was only perceived by Dumbledore.

When Dumbledore told him and Draco that he was not afraid of death, he didn't just mean to die bravely for a common goal, but also had a deeper meaning... that is, when you have a common goal When everyone in the target is ready to sacrifice, the chance of surviving each individual will increase instead!That old selfless mantra...it's different from all other mantras, it's not personal, it works best in groups!

The heart beats so fast.Ron closed his eyes.Dumbledore, I understand, I understand everything, the reason why you say nothing is not because we are unimportant, but because what you want us to know, you must rely on your own experience.

He walked over to Slughorn and crouched at his feet. "All along, we have more or less misunderstood what Dumbledore meant." He said softly, "From the beginning of the plan, Dumbledore did not put all hope of defeating that man on Harry. He told you Same, don't think Harry is Wonder Boy."

Slughorn looked down at him.

"We all used to feel that we were insignificant pawns, and even thought that Dumbledore regarded himself as a pawn, just to advance a meticulous plan step by step... But it is not the case."

"In his heart, defeating that person is not even the most important thing." Ron knew that this sentence was enough to cause shock, "because as long as everyone in the wizarding world can understand the meaning of that selfless spell, that person will naturally be defeated, the first Two Tom Riddles are no longer possible. Although this is a theoretically ideal state, we can get close to that state, and we must work hard to get close to that state."

"The quickest way to approach that state is not to tell the wizards the connotation of the spell, but to directly establish an idol that they are willing to guard." Slughorn continued his words, "We must convince everyone that Harry is really The most important thing is Miracle Boy...Only in this way, when they have to fight, their hearts will make the same choice as Lily Evans."

Ron looked at him: "So in the end, what we have to do hasn't changed - we have to use this "Peverell Family History" to convince everyone that Harry can indeed defeat that man."

After the drawing-room conversation was over, Slughorn returned to his study with Bagshot's manuscript and locked himself inside.Moody chatted with Ron for a while, and Ron told him all his experiences these days, but deliberately avoided talking about himself and Slughorn.There was a vague confusion in his mind: did Dumbledore really believe he could go this far with his ideas?If Dumbledore didn't believe it either, how could he expect him to convince Slughorn on his own?

"Moody, did Dumbledore tell you anything else when he called you here?"

Moody's eyes widened, and he subconsciously glanced at the locked study door. "Yes," he said in a low voice, "he also told me that the Imperius Curse can be used with caution when things are stuck."

Ron laughed dumbfounded.Sure enough, Dumbledore was not afraid of using black magic. If he failed to persuade Slughorn, the old professor would be greeted by Moody's Imperius Curse.In any case, knowing that Dumbledore had certain hopes for him was enough to be a source of pride.Ron took out the double-sided mirror from the suitcase, and the response room quickly responded.

"We've got news from Harry and Hermione!" George told them excitedly. "They're at Shell Cottage now!"

"What... shell hut?"

"Look, Ron doesn't know either," said Fred.

"Mom and Dad did a great job of keeping it secret," said George.He leaned forward and explained to Ron, "That's where Bill and Fleur lived after they got married, yes, don't open your eyes so wide, we weren't invited to the wedding, but the fact is that it all happened. "

"Bill and Fleur...Merlin." Ron muttered, "No wonder he didn't want to come back after staying in France."

"The trio is short of you being homeless." Fred said, "I'll draw you a map later, and when you're done with your affairs, hurry back and join them. Parents must be very happy." worry about you."

To be honest, Ron didn't know how to "get it done", but in order not to worry his brothers, he still agreed.After closing the double-sided mirror, whether it was because he finally understood Dumbledore's excitement, or because he missed his family and Draco, Ron couldn't sleep for a long time.It wasn't until Moody's loud snoring knocked him out of his light sleep for the second time that he finally got out of bed and looked out the window.

Footsteps came from behind.

"See that animal on the opposite mountain?"

Ron turned around, and Slughorn's face was tired. He walked up to Ron and pointed to the moving spot of light.

"Is that an animal?" Ron was confused. "I don't remember an animal that big and glowing blue."

"That's a Momir beast, nicknamed Tree Doctor." Slughorn replied, "They only appear in the deep forest. If you read the No. 15 edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, it adds I have written records about them. They don’t emit light, but dream beetles, which like to lie on Momir beasts to rest, mate, and lay eggs.”

Ron wrinkled his nose severely: "That sounds disgusting."

Slughorn laughed: "Don't judge animals with human eyes. Momir beasts only drink the cleanest water in the forest, rest by the trees near the water, and often take baths. They are more clean than many humans, so It is the dream-eaters who are willing to lay their eggs on the Momir beasts. And the Mormir beasts, because of their submissive temperament, must rely on the blue light and venom of the dream-eaters to deter natural enemies. Over time, the natural enemies see groups of dream-eaters If they fly by, they will think it is the Momir beast coming, and they will flee in panic."

"So there's a mutual protection relationship between them."

"Not only are they protecting each other, but in the eyes of other animals, they are one." Slughorn corrected him, "Even humans did not discover that Momir beasts did not emit blue light and were not poisonous until 50 years ago. In the past Humans even think that it can change its shape according to its mood, of course, that's because they, like other animals, regard the low-flying dream beetle swarm as Momir beast."

"So what does Mormirmon actually look like?"

"Very much like a deer," said Slughorn. "Not aggressive, but extremely long-lived. The older the Mormirr, the more nightworms it inhabits, so it will appear larger and more morphological." Transform more."

Ron put himself in his shoes and thought for a while: "If I meet an old Mormir beast in the mountains, I will be very scared." He turned his head and looked at Slughorn's side face: "Are you implying me? ?”

Slughorn looked at him puzzled. "What do you think I'm implying?"

Ron didn't know. "They are one" - he intuitively felt that there was a secret in this simple sentence that he wanted to break out of the cocoon. "I'll write an opinion piece for The Peverell Family History in a week, proving that Harry is indeed a wonder boy who can rival that man." Slughorn interrupted his train of thought, "and then Published under my own name."

"Thank you, Professor. Publishing the article is only the first step. I believe Moody will ensure your safety." Ron replied, "Join us, and you won't need to move for the third time."

"I really don't intend to move anymore," said Slughorn. "Dumbledore always said, I don't understand, I just don't want to understand. It's true. Maybe you're right, Mormir and The Dream Beetle did hint at something.” The old professor looked out the window, “The most ridiculous thing about me is that I was frightened by the Dream Beast even though I had seen the real shape of the Mormir Beast. I taught him to find In order to conceal the trick of the dream bug, I made an even bigger mistake."

Behind them, Moody's snoring turned to regular breathing, and Ron patted the professor on the shoulder.When he turned out of the window again, the strange combined animal had disappeared.

"Do you think we can fix it?"

Draco said nothing, he was sitting across from Theodore eating an apple.The boy was clearly resentful of his insouciance, forgetting that he used to treat others in the same way. "Okay," he said, "I'll try first."

"There's no need to be in such a hurry." Draco stood up, put the apple into the disappearing cabinet, and closed the cabinet door carefully.Behind them, Mr. Bork, the owner of Burkin Burke's store, was holding a pot of hot tea and two teacups tremblingly.Draco took the plate from him and placed it on the nearby counter. "We need some private time," he said softly.

"Of course, of course." Mr. Bork quickly agreed, "The business is closed this afternoon. There has been no business recently..."

"He means, sir, you'd better be able to..." Theodore took the tea in Draco's hand and said with a half-smile.

"Oh, of course! Of course!" This seemed to be what Mr. Bork wished for, and he disappeared into the air before the two of them could react.

"This old guy is afraid of us." Theodore snorted, wondering if the sun was too dazzling today, Draco's face was blurred for a moment standing by the glass window. "Okay," he put down his teacup, "let's use your apple as a test object first."

Today was Friday, and Pansy had to drive to Malfoy Manor in a carriage after school.Ms. Lestrange is about to give birth.Does that woman still deserve to be called "Lestrange"?Pansy couldn't help thinking as she sat in the carriage that her mind had been getting more and more distracted lately.

The quiet fragrance of narcissus drew her back at the right moment.She got out of the carriage, walked through the front garden with ease, went up the stairs, turned the corner at the end of the corridor, and knocked on the door of the third room. "It's me, Ma'am, Pansy," she said.

"Come in." It was Mrs. Malfoy's voice.Pansy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she still didn't dare to face Mrs Lestrange alone, even though the other party regarded her as Draco's prospective wife, and her tone was even kind.

"You are such a lovely girl, you always have flowers in your pocket." Mrs. Lestrange smiled at her lying on the bed.Her other hand was stroking her huge belly: "Do you like narcissus very much?"

"I like it very much, ma'am. My pheromone is the scent of daffodils." Pansy leaned towards her, "Mrs. Malfoy said that daffodils have the effect of refreshing the mind, so she specially allowed me to take them. If Madam doesn't like it, I can take it later." Put it outside the door."

"Of course I do!" exclaimed Lady Lestrange. "Come, child, come to me and talk to me. Have you heard the story of Narcissus?"

"Taught in school." Pansy sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, letting the woman she was actually afraid of hold her hand, "The book says Narcissus is a handsome man who loves no one but He was obsessed with his own reflection in the water, and finally went to the water one day to beg for joy and drowned, and the gods turned him into a daffodil out of sympathy."

Mrs. Lestrange laughed suddenly: "I like this name. The Black family has Narcissa, but not Narcissus. Ah, why not call my son Narcissus. As for the daughter's name, I have already Think it over, Narcissa, tell her."

"She wants to call her Delphine," said Mrs. Malfoy.

"That sounds good," Pansy said.

Mrs. Lestrange really showed a happy look.After all, a mother loves her own child, let alone the child of the person she loves deeply, Pansy thought vaguely. "I'm going to sleep for a while." The woman said to her, "Draco and Theodore went to Knockturn Alley early in the morning, and will come back for dinner later. You don't mind me, go talk to him more .”

Pansy exited the room and leaned against the window in the corridor, enjoying the rare tranquility.The Dark Mark on her arm was still aching, it hadn't completely scabbed over yet, and my mother said it wouldn't hurt in another month at most.Pansy held the wound, she was really in pain, but the days when she lost even this pain was even more unimaginable.

"You are here."

Pansy turned around, and Draco was standing in front of her.The teenager was wearing the black suit he always wore, which reminded Pansy of the school prom, when she was his dance partner. "She's resting," she told him. "I don't think you should go in."

Draco shrugged needlessly, and walked to the window like her.

"Mom hasn't asked anyone to take care of the yard for a long time," he said.Facing the current Draco, Pansy still occasionally feels moved.However, this heartbeat is always accompanied by a sense of loss, as if every subtle change in him that caught her attention was exchanged for a piece of the past.She had loved the old him, and she loved the self who loved him, and perhaps because of this, she could no longer love the new Draco.He is like a mirror, reflecting the new self she doesn't like.

"Is the injury better?"

Pansy turned around in surprise.The boy who grew up with her put his hands in his pockets and looked forward: "It will hurt at first, but it will be better if you take medicine, but your parents will definitely not let it. After all, this pain is unbearable. What about the respect of the Demon King?"

"You shouldn't have said that."

"There are too many things we shouldn't do, Pansy." Draco met her eyes, "When I heard that you joined, I was actually a little happy...you know...just thought, at least There are people here who understand me."

Pan Xi shook her head with a smile. The other party always likes to let others follow his emotions, and he is really good at this. Unfortunately, she is no longer what she used to be. "Whatever you want to say," she replied, "go and rest for a while, you look really tired."

"I mean it, Pansy." The boy looked at her, his gray eyes reflected the despairing and beautiful sunset.He suddenly stretched out his hand to her, and Pan Xi took a step back subconsciously, but realized that he just wanted to touch the daffodil on her chest.

Her breathing was short for a moment.It was given to her by Blaise Zabini, and the boy didn't say anything to her, but just sent her a flower every week and put it on her desk.Even after she officially became a Death Eater, the gift continued.Wearing flowers every day is Pansy's return gift to this handsome and taciturn boy.Draco knew about this.

"It's a beautiful flower," the young man's voice was full of bewitchment even though he was a familiar playmate, "but not everyone can understand...at least the people here can't."

Slughorn's latest article has caused quite a stir in the wizarding world, with rumors that the Ministry of Magic is arguing over the follow-up publication of The Peverell Family History.For a time, all wizards were discussing the relationship between the Peverell family, that person and Harry Potter, and the miraculous event that happened on the night of October 1981, 10 once again occupied everyone's attention. "Harry Potter did not 'survive', but actually defeated that person..." "The real identity of that person is Tom Riddle, a student of Hogwarts. The spell of the weapon..." Although the discussion was quickly silenced, Slughorn's voice remained in the minds of readers of the Daily Prophet.

"I have used all my strength for this publication," Slughorn once said worriedly at the breakfast table. "I am afraid there will be no such opportunity in the future."

"I didn't expect you to reveal everything," said Ron, "especially... about Horcruxes."

"Early upon deciding to atone for past mistakes, there is no going back." Slughorn gave him a deep look, "It's as if I've cast that selfless spell...you know what I mean. "

"If you want, you can go back to Shell Cottage with me and Ron," Moody said. "Of course, if you don't want to, we can cast a secret spell on your house, and I will be the secret keeper of this house. People will know that you are still safe."

"I said I didn't want to move again," Slughorn grumbled, spreading jam on his bread.Moody and Ron looked at each other helplessly, only to hear him say again: "But since I have said the spell, it is equivalent to handing over my life to this cause and to you, I think I should and My 'protectors' stay together."

Moody laughed happily, and so did Ron.

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" Slughorn tapped his spoon funnyly, and brought his gray-haired head closer to Ron: "I just want to know, does your brother have a wine cabinet? Dumbledore keeps Give me a few bottles of good mead, that's what I have to take!" After saying this, he couldn't help laughing himself.How strange that after such a dangerous mission, he looked more comfortable than he used to teach at Hogwarts.

The three of them spent half a day simply packing their luggage.Ron surprised the two old wizards by telling Moody and Slughorn that the Deluminator could track the search party and if they were in danger, they could hide in his magic suitcase.I haven't told them that this suitcase once held Voldemort from another dimension, Ron thought smugly.

As night fell, Ron turned on the Deluminator. "I can see a little white light, but you can't see it," he said to the two old wizards. "It's people's fear of death, and there aren't many around here. I was in Hogsmeade Turn on the Deluminator on the top of the mountain, where the night looks as bright as the day."

"My house must have been glowing white a week ago," said Slughorn, after a long silence.

The secret hidden in Godric's Hollow was discovered, and his humiliating identity was revealed to the world. He could only be forced to advance the schedule of the war. The man must have been furious.As for Ron himself, it's almost time to go back to reunite with family and friends, and I hope everything goes well with Draco.Thinking of this, he put on the invisibility cloak, and under the guidance of the moonlight, he walked out of the house where he stayed briefly with his two comrades in arms.On the mountain opposite them, the lonely Mormir was still moving slowly.

☆、Chapter138 The Calm Before the Storm (5)

With the protection of the Invisibility Cloak and Deluminator, Ron and the two old wizards arrived in the outskirts of Dingworth, Cornwall.According to the information obtained by Moody, the new house of Bill and Fleur is located on the cliff by the sea.The house has now become another safe house outside of 12 Grimmauld Place, with Bill Weasley himself acting as secret keeper.Moody wears the magic leaf that Dumbledore invented for the Black House, and as long as it is blown, the house's secret keeper will hear it.

The sound of ebb and flow slapped against my ears.Ron was temporarily relieved from the tension of always paying attention to the enemy's situation before he felt the exhaustion of his body.Even though he was so sleepy that he could lie on the edge of the cliff and fall asleep at any time, his spirit was as excited as if he had poured a whole pot of coffee.Wearing an invisibility cloak, the red-haired boy imagined the smiling faces of his family and friends opening the door to welcome him, and his legs became full of strength again.

"It should be almost here." Moody gestured to the small dot on the map of the two, took out the leaf from the inner pocket of his clothes, put it in his mouth and blew it.The sound was extremely weak, not worth mentioning compared to the sound of the waves surrounding them, but it was enough to wake the Secret Keeper from his sleep. "Oh!" Slughorn exclaimed, and staggered a few steps in Ron's direction. It turned out that he had just stepped on the steps in front of the house.A small and exquisite house gradually appeared in front of their eyes. Its walls were made of shells and painted white, shining bright white light under the sun, like an independent girl quietly looking down at the cliff. under the sea.

When the three of Ron were able to see the garden behind the house, Bill Weasley came out from the door. "Ron!" He ran to Ron and hugged him in his arms. "Merlin, you are finally back! You don't know how much your parents are worried about you! We are too!"

Ron hugged him too.His coolest brother is still wearing the worn dragon leather boots, the small fan earrings on his ears are trembling, and he has a floral fragrance of the Burrow... This smell makes Ron A little hot-eyed, the book is right, as long as there are family members, it is home. "Professor Moody and Slughorn are here too," he patted his brother who was equally emotional. "Professor Slughorn also hopes to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"It couldn't be better, thank you for your willingness to trust the Order of the Phoenix." Bill let go of Ron, and enthusiastically shook Professor Slughorn's hand, and the old wizard was obviously a bit overwhelmed. "The outskirts of Dingworth are not absolutely safe. Bats come to patrol from time to time," Bill explained when the four of them walked into the Shell Cottage. "Even if there is a Loyalty Charm, it's best not to stay at the door for too long."

"Ron!"

Before Ron could tell who the voices calling his name were coming from, he was hugged by his mother. "I'm back! My good boy!" The side of Ron's neck was cool, it was his mother's tears. "I'm home, Mom, don't cry, I'm fine. Fred, George, and Ginny are at school, and they're well hidden, too, and nothing happened."

"Look, that's what I said, our child is smart." Arthur also walked over with a smile, holding his wife and son in his arms.Ron stroked his mother's back lightly, oh, the familiar smell of stain remover polish.Harry and Hermione had been guarding the door for a long time, and they also embraced at this time, and the three of them clenched their hands tightly.Hermione's eyes were red, and Crookshanks in her arms probably couldn't stand such a sensational scene, and jumped out of her arms with a cry.Lupine was catching up with Moody, and Tonks stood beside him, her pink hair; Fleur jumped down the stairs quickly to help Bill hang up the coats of the two old wizards. "Breakfast is already ready." Molly kissed her son on the cheek, "Go, you must be starving."

"You have no idea how worried we are about you," said Hermione. "The three of us have never been apart for so long."

"I've been worrying about you too." Ron poured himself a cup of hot coffee and put a plate full of bread and bacon, and Merlin knew how long he hadn't sat down to eat a good breakfast, "Frey De and George told me that when you two were locked in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor, I almost broke down... Fortunately, you escaped!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other with great understanding. "Do you know how we got out?" Harry asked Ron. "How did you escape?" Ron said vaguely with bread stuffed in his mouth.

"Draco Malfoy helped us," Hermione replied, looking at Harry again. "It's a long story. Maybe we should all start from the beginning and share with each other our experiences before coming to Shell Cottage." Harry suggested her, and Ron nodded quickly.

"Well," said Hermione, "since Dumbledore died and the Death Eaters took control of Hogwarts, Harry and many of my classmates hid in the Room of Requirement and found the way to the pig's head there." Exit of the pub. Aberforth told Harry and me that someone had delivered the relics that Dumbledore gave us three - from what he described, I guess it was Kingsley Shack from the Ministry of Magic Well, he's also a member of the Order of the Phoenix—anyway, Harry and I got The Tales of Beedle the Bard and a Snitch, respectively."

"I know that, Aberforth also gave me the Deluminator." Ron nodded, "You just left when I rushed to the bar. Aberforth said that you found the hint of the Deathly Hallows, so I decided to Ask Xenophilius?"

"That's right." Hermione's face became a little ugly, "I remember you drew that sign for me, I have searched countless information in school, only the "Singer"