I, Hogwarts Week Two

"I don't know." Ernie shook his head, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness and confusion: "The content of the letter is shocking, because it seems that the group of Death Eaters came here specifically to hunt goblins."

"Specializing in hunting goblins?"

"why?"

“Who knows?” Ernie said.

Hermione frowned deeply upon hearing this. "The Death Eaters' actions are always purposeful," she said in a deep voice. "Their previous alliance with the Goblin Brotherhood might have been just a temporary measure. Now, they are obviously willing to tear apart this fragile peace for some purpose. The goblins might really have the key information or items they desire."

"Perhaps we could try to contact Sirius," Hermione suggested, though there was some hesitation in her voice.

"Although Sirius is now in charge of goblin affairs, he doesn't have a very good relationship with the goblins. Besides, you know how cunning goblins are. Do you think the goblins will tell us the 'important things' that even the mysterious man wants to get?" Fred shook his head. He didn't believe that Sirius could get any useful information from the goblins.

"We have to try." After that, Hermione turned and walked towards her temporary room in the alchemy workshop.

She called Dobby over and told the elf the news.

In the current situation, the elves, with their stealth and agility, have become the best choice for transmitting information. They shuttle between Hogwarts and the outside world like invisible messengers, ensuring the fast and safe delivery of messages.

After passing on your guess.

After delivering the message, Hermione's heart did not feel relieved, but even heavier. So, she chose to stay in this relatively safe haven and devoted all her attention to the relics Dumbledore left her - "Hogwarts: A History" and Dumbledore's poetry collection.

She studied two books, "Hogwarts: A History" and Dumbledore's poetry, day and night, chewing over the words repeatedly, almost to the point of madness. She tried to dig out hidden clues from every detail in the book, but unfortunately, these seemingly ordinary books were like an indestructible wall, blocking all her efforts.

Time passes little by little.

There was a knock on the door suddenly.

It was an elf, and Hermione recognized it; it was one of the Hogwarts kitchen elves.

Follow the elf out of the room and into the makeshift kitchen.

It's dinner time.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food, warm and inviting. Hermione walked in and found that the twins had put down their work and were sitting around a long table with several other friends.

Hannah, Justin, Neville, Ernie, Seamus, and Qiu Zhang, whom Hermione had not expected to see at this moment, sat around the long table, each with varying degrees of worry on their faces.

They all gathered in Hogsmeade village these days.

The Death Eaters in Hogwarts Castle are becoming more and more brutal.

Everyone secretly organized the little wizards in the castle, trained them, and taught them the necessary spells.

There is a secret passage in the Room of Requirement that leads to the Hog's Head Pub.

Fred and George dug another secret passage leading to the Hog's Head Inn, and they used this secret passage to travel to and from Hogwarts these days.

"What happened?" As soon as she sat down, Hermione was very keenly aware that the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

Everyone was talking to each other, and words like Harry, the mysterious man, and Godric's Hollow were mentioned from time to time.

Instantly, Hermione realized that something was wrong. Harry might be in danger.

Qiu Zhang's voice rang out in the quiet air, carrying a certain heaviness: "Today, we learned some worrying news from Tonks."

As expected, she joined the Order of the Phoenix after graduation.

Previously defended several Order of the Phoenix safe houses with Cedric.

"Tonks?" Hermione frowned when she heard that.

She knew Tonks' current situation very well - she was already seven or eight months pregnant, and should have been waiting for the birth of her baby, but she was forced to leave the peace because of the shadow of war. In order to protect this future mother, the Order of the Phoenix placed her in the most secret and safe place, hoping that she could get through this period smoothly.

"Yes, Professor Lupin told her. I overheard it by accident—" Qiu Zhang said with a heavy heart. "Harry and Ginny were attacked in Godric's Hollow, and they encountered the mysterious man."

Hermione's heart couldn't help but beat faster at the mention of Harry, You-Know-Who, and Godric's Hollow.

"What?!!" Fred's voice almost penetrated the room. His pupils suddenly dilated and his face was filled with shock and fear. He stood up suddenly and the chair made a harsh sound due to losing balance. The air around him seemed to freeze and everyone's breathing stagnated.

"Don't be nervous, Harry and Ginny are safe for now." Qiu Zhang comforted.

"Mr. Grindelwald is also in Godric's Hollow. He should be able to protect Harry and Ginny."

"only--"

"Just what?" Hermione asked anxiously.

Suddenly Zhang Qiu started to stammer and his face looked very ugly.

In fact, no one present was very familiar with Grindelwald. The only one who was related was Hermione.

Because of Owen, she can also call Grindelwald grandpa.

Qiu Zhang wasn't sure how Hermione would react to the news.

Although it is normal for people to die in war, in just a few years, the number of people who died because of Voldemort may have exceeded one million, not including those non-human races.

If you added them all together, she couldn't imagine what the total would be.

But what if the one who dies is your loved one.

No one will stay calm.

"It's just..." Zhang Qiu took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, with a tremor in his voice, "Mr. Grindelwald might... Ginny sent a message saying that he led the mysterious man away alone."

"You know, the You-Know-Who is too powerful nowadays. Fighting alone, the other members of the Order of the Phoenix think that Mr. Grindelwald is in great danger."

Hermione's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and she stood up suddenly. The chair made a harsh sound because of her movement, but she didn't seem to notice it at all. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

"That's impossible." After pondering for a moment, Hermione came to a conclusion. She said firmly, "This is just some speculation within the Order of the Phoenix. Mr. Gellert Grindelwald is a legendary wizard who is on par with Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. His strength is far beyond our imagination."

Hearing the sound, there was silence all around and the other little wizards also lowered their heads.

Yes, Grindelwald is indeed very powerful.

But even Dumbledore is dead, how can he defeat Voldemort?

"I know that You-Know-Who is extremely powerful now, but I think Mr. Gellert can still escape if he chooses to."

"Yes, that's right!" Fred heard what Hermione said and immediately agreed, "Yes, Hermione is right! He is a legendary wizard. It's a piece of cake for him to escape."

Hermione's determination brought a subtle change to the atmosphere around them, and everyone else nodded in approval.

At this moment, the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and with a sudden "puff", Dobby appeared in front of everyone.

"Miss Granger! Mr. Harry Potter is back!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

"Where?" Hermione asked almost impatiently, with excitement flashing in her eyes.

"In the shop," said Dobby cheerfully.

"The shop! Oh! By the way, Harry still doesn't know how to get into the workshop."

"I'll go get him," George said, standing up and leaving the kitchen in a flash.

Hermione followed, and everyone else took the opportunity to follow.

Soon, the group came to a hidden corner of the store outside, where Harry and Ginny were taking off their invisibility cloaks, revealing their slightly haggard faces and exhausted bodies. The long period of escape and fighting obviously put them under great pressure and fatigue.

"Hermione—" Harry looked up and saw Hermione approaching, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including the relief of seeing a friend, and the uneasiness of facing the questioning. When his eyes met Hermione's, he dodged slightly unconsciously, afraid that his inner fragility would be seen through.

"Harry, relax." George came over at the right time and broke the tense atmosphere with his unique relaxed tone. He hugged Harry's neck tightly and said, "We have discussed this just now. Mr. Grindelwald is so powerful. He will definitely be able to get away safely. With his strength, it will be no problem for him to escape."

Harry forced a wry smile upon hearing this, but his eyes still revealed a trace of worry that was difficult to conceal. "It's just that the monster is getting stronger and stronger, and it feels like we are getting further and further away from victory."

Seeing this, Hermione gently stepped forward and gave Harry a warm hug. "There will always be a way."

"Okay, don't think too much about it." Fred interrupted the heavy atmosphere at the right time. He clapped his hands and said, "You two must not have had dinner yet. Let's go and have something to eat."

The others gathered around Harry and Ginny and returned to the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with a warm and familiar atmosphere, and the fire was jumping with cheerful flames, reflecting on every tired but hopeful face. Everyone sat around the long table, exchanging silent support and comfort with each other's eyes.

"Harry, eat something first." Hermione advised gently again.

However, Harry's eyes were empty, as if he hadn't heard her words, and he just stared blankly at the bowl of fragrant stew in front of him. Sitting here safely, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, and the guilt surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

This time it was all his fault. It was he who exposed Grindelwald and it was he who let Ginny suffer.

If he had not been invaded by Voldemort's mind, if he could practice Occlumency well, none of this would have happened.

"It's not your fault that what happened to Harry." Looking at Harry's distraught look, Hermione naturally guessed that the matter might be related to him.

Harry looked up, his eyes full of pain and self-blame. "You don't understand Hermione. This time it's really my fault."

His voice was low and frustrated. “None of this was supposed to happen.”

As he spoke, Harry recounted exactly what he had seen and heard in Godric's Hollow these days, and described in detail how Voldemort had invaded his mind because of his laziness.

"Wait, Harry, you said you saw You-Know-Who torturing goblins?"

Harry's account was very detailed, including some of Voldemort's memories that he had glimpsed.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "He seems to be looking for something. The thing is in the goblin's hand."

"Hmm - it seems to be called [Blade of Prometheus]"

"[Blade of Prometheus]?" Hermione frowned upon hearing this, obviously unfamiliar but curious about the name. "This name sounds very ancient, Harry. Are you sure Voldemort is eager to get it?"

Harry nodded, a firm look in his eyes. "Yes, from the fragments of Voldemort's memory I can sense his desire and eagerness. That weapon must be very important to him, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to find it."

Hermione's brows were almost twisted into a knot, her thoughts racing, "Harry, if this is true, then this matter is far more urgent than we thought. [Prometheus's Blade] - if it can be named [Prometheus], ​​it is very likely related to gods - it is likely to be some kind of weapon made by ancient wizards, or an item of special power."

"We have to find it before the You-Know-Who no matter what."

Prometheus is a Titan god in ancient Greek mythology.

According to legend, a god who was eternally punished by Zeus for stealing fire from heaven to help mankind.

It sounds like something named after a god cannot be an ordinary thing.

"We need to find out more about this blade." She picked up a few pieces of pie on the table and stood up, preparing to leave the kitchen to look for information. "Perhaps there are relevant records in the Hogwarts library. We can start from there."

"I'll go with you." Harry also stood up, determination flashing in his eyes.

Hermione looked at Harry's determined eyes and shook her head, "No, Harry, you should rest for a few days."

"By the way, lend me your Invisibility Cloak."

"No problem." Harry handed the Invisibility Cloak to Hermione readily.

"Be careful," said Fred.

Naturally, Hermione had also entered the castle during these days, as had all of them.

Although the castle was filled with the shadow of the Death Eaters and the young wizards suffered unprecedented torture and fear, the Death Eaters did not regard this "job" as their top priority.

Their brutality was only superficial, and in reality they were lax in defense, especially at night. Without the strict patrols of the professors in the past, the castle's defenses seemed much weaker. Therefore, as long as one was careful enough and avoided the few Death Eaters who were still wandering around, it would not be difficult to sneak in.