I, Hogwarts Week Two

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded.

"I'll follow you into the castle." Neville stood up and said, "I'm in the Room of Requirement. If anything happens, I can create a commotion and you can take the opportunity to escape."

“And me,” Justin said.

"I'll go too," Hannah said.

Hermione felt a warm feeling in her heart as she watched her friends offer to help. "Thank you, but don't take any risks. Just stay in the Room of Requirement."

She pulled out a medal and said, "Just use the DA's medal to make contact."

"Okay." Everyone responded.

Everyone nodded in response, then left the kitchen quickly and orderly, then went to the Hog's Head Inn through the underground secret passage, and then went to Hogwarts.

Ten minutes later, Hermione stepped into the Room of Requirement again, and the scene in front of her made her heart tighten.

The room was brightly lit, and hammocks and mats were densely arranged, lying or sitting on them were the young wizards who had gathered here to avoid persecution by the Death Eaters.

There was exhaustion and fear on their faces.

"They are all hiding from the persecution of the Death Eaters." Neville explained: "Luna is responsible for taking care of them."

"Hmm..." Fire burned in Hermione's heart. There were more little wizards here than the last time she came.

It is conceivable how many people have been persecuted in recent times.

After a brief and warm exchange with those tired but strong little wizards, Hermione quietly put on the invisibility cloak and left the Room of Requirement.

Under the protection of this Deathly Hallows, no one could discover her unless it was a wizard like Dumbledore.

Soon Hermione arrived at the library.

She stayed in the school library for the next few days.

During the day, Hermione hid in Merlin's Chamber on the lower level of the library.

I only come out to look for information at night.

For several days in a row, Hermione maintained this routine, leaving faint traces in every corner of the library. Except for occasionally returning to the Room of Requirement to replenish the necessary food and water as quickly as possible, she hardly left the library.

However, despite her great efforts and having searched through almost all the books in Hogwarts, even those precious books that were later moved from the distant city of Ionia and were said to belong to the gods, Hermione still did not find any clear record of the "Blade of Prometheus".

This made her feel frustrated and confused, as if the legendary weapon was just an unattainable phantom that existed only in the imagination of mortals.

Hermione's mood became increasingly heavy and anxious.

But the expected harvest was nothing.

When she was upset, she would choose to read Dumbledore's poetry.

The poems full of life philosophy left by the old principal are a good medicine for her to calm her mood, and are also a habit she has developed in recent times.

Sometimes she would flip through her book "Hogwarts: A History" and immerse herself in the stories of her seniors, which was also a way to relax.

Before we knew it, 1996 came to an end.

On the last day of December, the sky was filled with a faint dusk, heralding the end of the year and the beginning of another journey.

This is the fifth day of the Christmas holiday, and it is also the delicate moment when the old year alternates with the new year. The air is filled with a sense of nostalgia and anticipation.

Although this year has been an extremely difficult year for the young wizards of Hogwarts - they have lost the kind and great headmaster. His death is like a sudden snowfall in winter, cold and heavy, immersing the entire magical world in endless grief.

The little wizards also spent some time decorating the alchemy workshop.

Hogwarts Castle has also gotten into the festive spirit.

Although this year's Christmas may be the most difficult one for many people, even among the Death Eaters lurking in the darkness, there is still a faint memory of the festival deep in their twisted souls.

Their way of celebrating is naturally twisted and cruel, such as treating innocent Muggles as prey and using their pain to exchange for a few moments of twisted pleasure.

On a full moon night, when the silver-like moon hung high in the sky, the young wizards sat around the warm dining table, enjoying a sumptuous dinner, but they could not completely let go of their worries about Hermione. She had been bearing extraordinary pressure and responsibilities.

At the insistence of Harry, Ginny, Fred and others, they decided to take advantage of this rare holiday night to take Hermione away from the workshop, allowing her to temporarily forget all her worries and enjoy a moment of peace and freedom.

The night was as dark as ink, and a group of people quietly passed through Hogsmeade village. The small town seemed particularly quiet and peaceful under the moonlight, as if it was isolated from the chaos outside.

A few people wandered out of Hogsmeade village, came to Hogsmeade Station, and walked along the railway.

Compared to the Death Eaters in the original book who set up a tight net in Hogsmeade village, Hogwarts is on high alert.

This time, the Death Eaters who had mutated into monsters did not care about these things.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, even Voldemort, his advantage was too great.

There are almost no opponents.

Even the boy who survived the disaster is now eclipsed and seems no different from ordinary people.

Their arrogance prevented them from sealing off the entire Hogwarts area.

Their arrogance made them act tyrannically in the castle without realizing the resistance forces hidden behind the scenes.

Arrogance made their heads dizzy and they completely ignored the abnormalities in the place.

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The sky seemed to be lightly stained with deep ink, and the moon emitted a gentle light. Under the cold moonlight, the mountain was covered with a silver-white gauze, with clear outlines and mysterious.

At the foot of the mountain, a tranquil lake lies there quietly, like a huge mirror, reflecting the sparse stars and the bright moonlight in the sky.

The surface of the lake was gently rippling with delicate ripples, which were the traces of the night breeze blowing gently, bringing a bit of coolness, yet also being exceptionally fresh.

Most of the trees around have lost their summer prosperity, leaving only bare branches that sway gently in the cold wind, making rustling sounds.

The railroad tracks glowed with a faint silver light under the moonlight, like two parallel silver ribbons extending into the distance in the darkness, with no end in sight.

"Still no clues." Hermione said in frustration, holding the two books, she stepped on the stones that formed the railroad tracks, and felt a slight tingling sensation on the soles of her feet. This feeling of being alive was exactly what she needed after being numb for more than a week.

"Sirius Black also failed to reach an agreement with the goblins. As most of the goblins in the Goblin Kingdom were cured, the cunning that was engraved into their bones began to awaken again." Fred said with disgust, "Rochelle's treatment team was driven out of the city. They were arranged outside the city wall, next to the elevator."

"The You-Know-Who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. The goblins are in danger," said Ginny.

"They are effectively shutting out foreign players," Fred said.

"What else can we do?" Ginny shook her head. All members of the anti-Voldemort alliance had tried their best, but the goblin insisted on destroying himself. What else could anyone else do?

"Withdraw our people." After a long while, Hermione suddenly said, "Send a message to the head of Rosier Hospital for Magical Injuries and have him order the healers in the Fairy Kingdom to be withdrawn."

"Hermione?" Harry looked at the girl.

"The You-Know-Who will definitely lead the team to attack the Goblin Kingdom. It's only a matter of time. The attack on Gringotts may be a precursor - Gringotts is still in the hands of the goblins. But it will soon be gone - once the You-Know-Who attacks the Goblin Kingdom, do you think they can stop him? Those healers will only die in vain if they stay there." Hermione explained: "We have tried our best. There is no need to increase casualties."

"That's exactly right." Fred agreed. "The goblins are seeking their own death. We have already persuaded them. We can't just chase them away."

"Harry." Hermione suddenly looked at him. "Regarding the treasure that the You-Know-Who wants to find, is the Blade of Prometheus the only one? Is there nothing else? I remember you said before that you heard that man captured the European staff maker."

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "after Bill's wedding."

"I think he's still searching for the Elder Wand from the Deathly Hallows."

"The Elder Wand?" Fred said in surprise, "Is it the legendary Death Wand or Wand of Destiny? I thought it was just a story. You know the Tales of Peel and Bean the Bard."

"That's not just a story," said Hermione.

"Yes, the Deathly Hallows do exist. Maybe they are not creations of death, but they must be some powerful magical props," Harry added.

"Oh! Merlin's beard!" Fred couldn't believe it. "It's amazing."

"Wait - you mean that man is looking for the Elder Wand! Oh my God! If he finds the Elder Wand, then no one will be able to defeat him anymore?"

"The Elder Wand is not invincible," said Hermione. "In history, the evil monster Egbert obtained the wand after slaughtering the evil man Murrick. Godlot died in his own cellar after his son Hereward took the wand. The terrible Loxias killed Barnabas DeFrier and stole the wand. The bloody traces of the Elder Wand are splattered all over the history of magic. If it is really as powerful and invincible as the legend says, how could its owner fail and be killed?"

"So where do you think the Elder Wand is now?" asked Fred.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head. "The clues became blurred when it came to Akus and Levias. Who can tell which of them actually defeated Loxias and who took the wand."

"The mysterious man probably captured the European wand-making masters in order to find the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."

"Or he thinks the Elder Wand is in the hands of a master wandmaker!" said Harry suddenly.

"Think about it, a legendary wand, with powerful magic. This is the most fatal temptation for wizards who study wandology. Maybe that wand is in Gregorovitch's hands. He is a wand-making master who is on par with Ollivander. If the Elder Wand is not in Ollivander's hands, then it can only be in Gregorovitch's hands."

"I saw a mysterious man looking for him, which confirms this conjecture."

"That's a good direction," said Hermione. "It's possible. But if Gregorovitch really has the Elder Wand then You-Know-Who may have already taken it."

"No - he didn't," said Harry flatly. "He attacked us at Godric's Hollow with the same wand he used at the wedding."

"Then the clue is broken again." Hermione looked distressed, "Harry, it seems that your guess is wrong. The Elder Wand is not in Gregorovitch's hand."

"Wait - I know, I remember." Harry said abruptly, covering his forehead with his hand.

Months ago, Voldemort had snooped into Gregorovitch's memories, just as he had penetrated Voldemort's mind and seen Gregorovitch being captured.

He saw only fragments.

Ever since Voldemort's Horcruxes were destroyed one by one, he had never seen certain memories of Voldemort continuously as before, and each time he saw only fragments.

Godric's Hollow was where Voldemort invaded his mind, and it was the first time Harry saw a complete section of Voldemort's memory a few years ago.

"It was Grindelwald." Harry suddenly woke up. "As I remember, it was young Grindelwald who stole the Elder Wand from Gregorovitch."

"Harry are you sure?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I am sure!"

"This is bad." Hermione said worriedly.

Before this, she speculated that Grindelwald could survive on the premise that Voldemort did not have to kill him.

But now that Voldemort had this reason, Hermione was a little overwhelmed.

In the moonlight, Hermione's heart sank into her stomach.

If Irving learns this news after returning

She simply didn't know how to start.

"Bang——" It was Hermione who was distracted and dropped the book in her hand to the ground.

The sound of the ground woke her up.

Hermione squatted down blankly and prepared to pick up the two books.

But at this moment she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be different handwriting on the pages of the book that were blown open by the wind.

"Hmm?" Hermione quickly opened one of the books, "Hogwarts: A History".

The bright moonlight shines on the title page of the book.

Several strings of silver words suddenly appeared.

[Blade of Prometheus]

A dagger shaped like a candlestick.

On the blade burns an eternal flame of soul fire that is invisible to mortals.

That is the first flame that came down with the falling stars, and it has the power to dispel all darkness.

But it needs the soul containing the magic power of the stars as new firewood to burn again.

In the distant [Age of the Gods], the first wizard to discover the basic principles of ancient magic, the first human to observe the Supreme Will and be granted madness - to create the Blade of Prometheus, ignite the soul fire and become the Goddess of Corruption - Ionia Samothrace.

"This is." Hermione reached out and touched the words.

She found that once she blocked out the moonlight, the words disappeared.

Of course, none of this matters now.

What is important is what is recorded.

"Is the [Blade of Prometheus] a dagger that can ignite soul fire and turn mortals into gods?"

"And now this treasure is in the hands of the goblin?"

"Oh my God!"

In an instant, Hermione knew what Voldemort's purpose was.