94 Diagon Alley

Harry! "

He looked at it and didn't understand what she was talking about for a moment, but when he looked closely with the fluorescent light of his wand, he found that the first letter A of Albus in Dumbledore's signature was a small , like the triangular symbol in "The Story of Bedouin the Poet".

"Er—are you—?" Ron asked tentatively, but Hermione stopped him at once and turned back to Harry.

"It keeps showing up, doesn't it?" she said, "I know Viktor says it's Grindelwald's sign, but it's clearly on the tomb in Godric's Hollow , the tombstone dates way before Grindelwald. Now add this! I guess, we can't ask Dumbledore or Grindelwald what it means - I don't even know if Grindelwald is alive, but yes Go ask Mr. Lovegood, he wore that sign at his wedding. I'm sure it's important, Harry!"

Harry did not answer immediately. He stared at Hermione's eager face, then into the darkness outside, thoughtful. After a long time, he said, "Hermione, let's not make the same mistakes as Godric's Hollow. We persuaded ourselves to go there, and—"

"But it keeps popping up, Harry! Dumbledore left me The Tales of Bedouin the Poet, how do you know we shouldn't be trying to understand that mark?"

"Lights out would be useful," Ron helped. "I think Hermione was right, we should go see Lovegood."

Harry glared at him, believing that his support for Hermione had nothing to do with wondering what the triangle runes meant.

"It won't be like Godric's Hollow," added Ron. "Lovegood is on your side, Harry. The Quibbler has always been with you, I always tell everyone that I must help you!"

"I believe this is important!" said Hermione earnestly.

"But if it matters, don't you think Dumbledore should tell me before he dies?"

"Maybe... maybe it's something you need to figure out for yourself." Hermione said a bit like she was grabbing a life-saving straw.

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

"It doesn't make sense," said Hermione sullenly, "but I still think I should talk to Mr. Lovegood. One of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Godric's Hollow. What do the linked symbols mean? Harry, I'm sure we should figure it out!"

"I think it's better to vote," said Ron, "in favor of seeing Lovegood—"

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

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

"Why don't we ask Dumbledore?" Harry thought of Ron's picture. He also saw Ron's hands shaking. "Don't even think about hiding, Ron."

Ron handed over the chocolate frog card with some frustration, but it was still empty and there was no headmaster.

"He hasn't been back for a day," said Ron. "Maybe in his own frame? We're not always so lucky, are we?"

"Okay," Harry said sullenly and amusingly, "but, after seeing Lovegood, we're going to find a way to find other Horcruxes, okay? Hey, Lovegood. Where does Goode live? Do any of you know?"

"Not far from my house," said Ron. "I don't know the exact location, but Mom and Dad always point to the mountains when they mention them. It shouldn't be hard to find."

After Hermione went to bed, Harry lowered his voice.

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

"Everything is legal in love and war," said Ron triumphantly. "Just now, a little bit of both. Be happy, it's Christmas time, Lu Na is at home!"

The next morning, they Apparated to a breezy hillside and had a beautiful view of the village of Autry San Cachipol. From the height, the village looks like a small toy house, scattered among the clouds in the huge speed of light slanting towards the ground. A grotesque house stands under the blue sky like a giant black column, with a ghostly moon behind it hanging in the afternoon sky.

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

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

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

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

"I know you can get it," Bill said. "I need some more canned food. Anything in stock will do."

Gwen still hesitates, thinking that asking the dangerous group of customers at the Hog's Head to buy candy is the most ironic black humor.

Bill looked at her face and gave a good suggestion: "Why not ask Aberforth? He must have a solution."

"Let's be clear, you came to Hogsmeade at a risk to get some chocolate frogs," confirmed Gwen and the Order member.

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

"I'll pass it on to Aberforth." Gwen frowned, thinking it might be some kind of riddle from 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 wrinkled face and tangled beard were crowded 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 hills of cans in, and Aberforth handed Bill a half-box of chocolate frogs. And received a large amount of blood tonic grass that he used in exchange.

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

"Maybe." Bill said cautiously, taking the Chocolate Frog, "I'll leave the joy of unpacking to my brother."

Gwen understood at once that the food was for Harry and the others. Charlie and Percy don't seem to have such a hobby because Fred and George, the Weasley boys who are keen on tearing apart chocolate frogs, are the only ones left.

"Merlin, how are they now?" Gwen was breathing a little.

"As far as I know." Bill responded vaguely, then waved his hand to leave by the back door of the bar.

Aberforth stopped him, "It's already curfew, and going out now will trigger the Howling Charm - just Apparate in the store."

Bill, who was in a hurry, was sent away, Gwen's mood was still difficult to calm down. Although she could always hear tidbits about Harry Potter in the pub, the news from members of the Order of the Phoenix that all three of them were safe was enough to keep her happy for days.

Aberforth had no expression, he just snapped his fingers and summoned Dobby the elf.

"Aberforth Dumbledore said that Harry Potter's Wee Cub asked for a lot of chocolate frogs." Moments later, Dobby appeared in the attic of Twelve Grimmauld Place , leaving this sentence.

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

In the middle of the night, Cedric, who finally got rid of his tail, stood outside the square in London with a figure covered by a cloak from head to toe, 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 the guests he brought in.

"I noticed that you completed the task very well, both Amos and Mrs. Diggory are safe." Dumbledore's eyes were still on him, unwilling to move.

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

Seems to finally notice that the young wizard is very uncomfortable, Dumbledore smiled, "Sorry, I just realized it's late, you really should rest."

Since Diggory's house was discovered by the Death Eaters, Cedric moved into Black's old house, and Mad-Eye came to the attic from time to time to take a look, sit for a while, and Dumbledore didn't know what to discuss.

The warriors of Hufflepuff seemed to be waiting for these words, hurried down the stairs, and waved at Kreacher, who was not very friendly, "Excuse me, I need an empty room tonight."

The attic is falling into a dead silence. The new guest rudely conjured himself a chair, took off his hood, and his body was also very thin, like a skeleton. His face became like a skeleton, his eyes sunken in their sockets.

"I'm amazed that you don't look like a lively—how do you say it? Gryffindor?"

"It's Gryffindor, old friend." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and placed them on his stomach.

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

"In fact, they are not my men. Unlike you, I call them my companions." Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the old man in front of him.