Harriet Potter

I didn't expect Hermione's anger to go away overnight, and it wasn't surprising that she communicated with nothing but a sullen look and conspicuous silence the next morning.I kept a serious face in front of her, as an act of confession, so that when the three of us were together, Ron was like the only person at a small funeral who wasn't mourning.But when Hermione went to the nearby town to get food, and Ron and I were left alone in the tent, I couldn't help being unbridledly happy.

The crucial part will wait for Hermione to come back, so I've spent most of the morning listening to Ron talk about what they've seen of Muggle-born wizards scrambling to evade the Ministry of Magic, with the intermittent pings on as he adjusts the Deluminator radio. murmur.Ron and Hermione also wandered for weeks after leaving Grimmauld Place, asking for information about me and protecting the Muggles along the way.

"You won't believe how many people can be saved by a protective spell," Ron said after another tap of Ron's wand, and a short piece of "A Pot of Fiery Love" came out from the extinguisher, "Not everyone who works under the mysterious man It's a good hand. This is still Remus's suggestion."

"Is anyone else doing this?" I asked.

"After the Ministry of Magic was brought under control, the Order of the Phoenix organized several such teams. Didn't you notice that there were fewer rumors of bridge collapses and hurricanes during this time?"

"I guess I was living a little out of touch the other day." I shrugged. "You guys still follow Muggle news?"

"We need all the clues, and—" Deluminator giggled, and Ron frowned at it. "Hermione, you know. She cares."

I see what he means.Unlike me, the Muggle world meant a lot more to "belong" to Hermione.She had a nurturing childhood with loving home and open-minded parents, and never had to fight for her life until she was 11 years old.So even in that unstable period of magic's first emergence, Hermione's uniqueness was never more noticeable than her intelligence and hard work.But now she is listed as an object that can be hunted and killed at will, and her parents have to be sent to a foreign country, while her childhood neighbors and friends may become victims in a "game" of the Death Eaters at any time.

"How are you doing now?"

The way Ron clicked the Deluminator told him it wasn't a good question.It was daytime, and the tent went dark and brightened again.

"What do you expect to hear from me that we've already rolled in bed?" said Ron sullenly. "She cried for a week after you left, maybe longer, but I didn't see it. She thinks That's her fault, even though we both know it's only because you're a self righteous bastard."

"I'm sorry, okay?" I held up my hands, "I can assure you that I'm no better than you guys in this matter."

Ron snorted and pressed again, and the light that came out made me squint.

"I was thinking about going to the Horcrux in the castle for Christmas." I blurted out.

"Oh, we've got less than a week to go before Hermione's going crazy," said Ron. "She's taking it like a test."

I looked at him as Ron finally stopped fiddling with the Deluminator and raised his eyebrows. "What, are you waiting for me to scream?"

"I thought you'd be... a little more nervous," I admitted.

"Because the man who threw himself into the wilderness looking for a Horcrux decided to take action? I'm absolutely amazed." Ron said sarcastically, "Look at my terrified face."

"What the hell are you doing?" I was surprised by his meanness.

Ron dropped the Deluminator on the table and folded his arms.

"You really think of yourself as your savior, don't you? Think that others can only tremble in front of you." He stared at me sternly, "Hermione and I have been with you all the time, and we have experienced no less than you!"

That's not necessarily the case.I swallowed my retort, it didn't seem wise to start a fight with Ron when he was about to face a fierce Hermione.

"You're not going to do anything to scare us except one more time. If you dare - I haven't given up on beating you up yet," said Ron, pointing at me almost theatrically. .

"Ah," I relaxed, "you're waiting for me here, aren't you?"

"How many chances do people have to teach Harry Potter a lesson in this life?" Ron picked up the Deluminator again, and gave me one last look. "But the part about beating you is real."

"You know I'm not doubting your guts, are you?" I asked.

"You're just used to being the scariest one, yeah. Just tell people 'we're going under Snape's nose'..." Ron grimaced, "Okay, I'll be the scariest As far as that goes, leave it to the wise - don't tell Hermione I said that."

"Well, since you're not going to beat me up right away, I have a suggestion." I laughed. "How about you say the word 'fuck me' in front of Hermione?"

Ron flushed a little. "Get out."

We chatted alternately, taking turns guessing the password for the channel Ron wanted to hear.Hermione came back just before 11 o'clock, sternly dropped a package and a local newspaper on the table, and I immediately ran to the kitchen to cook pasta, leaving Ron to deal with her first wave of anger.

A full stomach always brings a good mood. After the meal, we continued the unfinished topic of last night. I was surprised to learn that they had just returned from Xenophilius Lovegood's house a few days ago.

"We want to find out what the symbol he wore on his chest at Bill's wedding means." Ron said and looked at Hermione, who took out the "Tales of Beedle the Bard" left by Dumbledore, I turned to one of the pages without looking at it, apparently having read it countless times. "That's it. It's been painted on with ink. Hermione thinks it might be Dumbledore."

Above the line of runes that might be the title is a figure like a triangular eye with a vertical line through the middle.I'm reminded of Krum's comment on it at the time.

"Krum said it was Grindelwald's logo," I said.

"Then he's talking nonsense," said Ron dismissively. "Luna's father said it was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows."

"That's bullshit!" Hermione said suddenly. "There's no such thing as a Deathly Hallows!"

"But it sounds like something," argued Ron, drawing a triangle in the air with his finger, "The Invisibility Cloak," a vertical line, "The Elder Wand," and a circle, and the symbol was complete. , "The Resurrection Stone. It's much more reliable than Grindelwald's logo, isn't it?"

"It's painted on the wall in Durmstrang," I reminded him, before Ron could come up with a counterargument and asked, "What's with the Deathly Hallows?"

"A load of rubbish," snorted Hermione, but condescended to pick up the storybook at my repeated pleas. "Once upon a time, there were three brothers who were hurrying along a secluded path, and it was almost dusk..."

It is a story of gifts—or curses, perhaps—that Death reaps the lives of the three brothers with the three gifts he gave each.The one with the most powerful weapon had his throat cut by the little thief, and the person who could reverse life and death finally went with the dead, and the remaining one hid for life, and finally left with the god of death.

After reading, Hermione closed the book with a snap, and looked at me with some expectation, probably because she expected that I would not deny her opinion now. "It's ridiculous, isn't it?—what's the matter with you, Harry?"

I swallowed, knowing I must have turned pale, and both Ron and Hermione tensed up.

"I don't think the story is complete nonsense," I said with difficulty, pulling out the stone. "At least not about the resurrection stone."

Hermione looked at me like I was totally crazy, and Ron opened his mouth.

"You mean this stone is...the Resurrection Stone?" he asked.

"That's impossible!" Hermione said emphatically.

"I think it is, because I've used it," I said. "I saw my mom and dad, and Sirius."

After a moment of silence, Hermione hesitated and said, "I know you miss them..."

"I suspected it too, but it wasn't a hallucination. I..." I put the stone in front of them, which may not be right, but I really don't know how to make them accept the whole thing.Words cannot describe the vividness and stillness in the face of the dead man, and I know it to be true. "Just try, okay? Think of the dead you want to see, turn the stone three times, and you'll see them."

Seeing Ron and Hermione looking at each other, I added, "This is what Dumbledore left in the Snitch. You don't think he's going to harm me, do you?"

There was another silence, and Ron obviously encouraged himself and picked up the stone with determination.He closed his eyes, twisted it in his hand three times, looked around hopelessly, then stared at the air a few feet in front of him and backed away so violently that he nearly fell off his chair.

"Uncle Billyers?" he yelled, "how do you... I mean, do you...?"

The ghost that only he could see replied something. Ron stretched out his hand and grabbed it, showing a confused and dazed expression.Ron protested loudly when I snatched the stone from him.

"Hey!" He tried to take the rock back from me, "We're talking!"

"He's dead," I reminded him. "You can't talk to a dead man."

"That's him! I know he's..."

I ignored Ron and handed the rock to Hermione, who took it carefully, a little in awe.The stone was turned three times in Hermione's hands, she opened her eyes and looked around, her eyes didn't stop, she seemed to see nothing.But she seemed relieved on the contrary, she closed her eyes and turned the stone again, and Ron and I exchanged a puzzled look.

It must have worked this time, because Hermione stared at her front right for a moment and said softly, "We're all fine, don't worry."

After a few seconds, she nodded with a smile, closed her eyes, and put the stone back on the table, perhaps because she didn't want to see the image in front of her disappear.

"What happened just now?" I picked up the stone, restrained the desire to turn it and put it back in my pocket, "It didn't work or...?"

"It didn't work," said Hermione. "I tried to summon my parents and they didn't show up. Then I thought about my grandma, who died when I was eight..." Her voice began to tremble, "What if If the legend is true, then this stone should only be able to summon the dead, right? They didn't appear, which means..."

"It means they're fine," I said firmly. "They're all in a safe place, and nothing will happen to them."

"When this is over, we'll accompany you to find them." Ron put his arms around Hermione and kissed her hair, "They'll remember that they have the most amazing daughter in the world, and we have a lot of things to do Going to tell them."

"Yeah," Hermione wiped her eyes and tried to smile, "I'm sorry, I just..."

"You miss them, we understand," I said, taking her hand and feeling her squeeze it back hard.

After a few minutes, Hermione regained her composure and self-control, except that her voice was still a little hoarse.

"So why do you think Dumbledore left this to you?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said, strange as if it was the first time I thought of the question, "maybe, help me hold on? There was a moment after my escape from Godric's Hollow when I...well, felt like I was going to die And then the Snitch broke open."

"You could ask him," said Ron, and I glared at him. "Why, you never did that? Maybe he left it to you so he could answer your questions after he died—"

"I don't think that's what Dumbledore meant," said Hermione, and my stomach clenched uncomfortably at what she said next. "Look at how the second child ends in the story, he must know Harry...I don't think He would encourage Harry to spend more time with the dead. And even Dumbledore couldn't have known when he was going to die."

"Then why did he leave it to Harry?" Ron retorted. "What would the stone be for if it wasn't for Harry to use it?"

"He wants Harry to find a Horcrux! Maybe..."

I waited a little longer before interrupting them.I think if we can grow old together, it will be the greatest pleasure in my life to watch them both know that they are still so old when they are old, talking and flirting unconsciously over any trivial matter.

"If the Resurrection Stone is real, then probably the Invisibility Cloak and the Elder Wand in the story are too," I said. "Is that what Dumbledore meant?"

"Maybe he wants you to kill You-Know-Who with the Elder Wand," said Ron.

"Or maybe he wanted to remind Harry that the two remaining objects were made into Horcruxes," said Hermione.

"It's possible. In fact, the resurrection stone was originally set in Slytherin's ring... Wait, the invisibility cloak!" Ron and Hermione almost jumped up when I screamed. Pulled out the invisibility cloak from the bag and spread it on the table, "Look, the invisibility cloak!"

"Uh, yeah, we know you have a—"

"You're not saying," Hermione interrupted Ron, "it's the Invisibility Cloak? 'That' Invisibility Cloak?"

"It could be, can't it?" I stood up excitedly, holding up the cloak, "James told me it was an heirloom in my family, it belonged to my father, and my father got it from my grandfather." Got it! After all these years it still works great, never gets old or damaged..."

"Wait, wait." Ron was obviously still digesting the excessive information in the past few minutes, "Are you saying that there are two of the legendary Deathly Hallows in this tent right now? hand?"

"I...yeah," I gasped, "basically. That's right."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"That means..." I paused, as if the shining stage suddenly dropped the curtain, all the excitement, hope and happiness disappeared in an instant, and I stood alone in the dark, the spell of glory was broken.

"The one who holds the three Hallows is the master of death, according to Mr. Lovegood," said Hermione, in an odd voice that seemed almost worried.

"What does that mean?" I asked, sitting down again. "The last three brothers in the story are all dead, aren't they?"

"The third one chose this way. He took off the cloak of invisibility and left side by side with the god of death." Hermione said, "I think it refers to this... life is beyond death, death is still alive..."

"What's the point? They're still dead," I said dryly.

"The other one is the Elder Wand, have you forgotten?" said Ron suddenly. "A wand that never loses! If Harry had it, we'd be better off, wouldn't we?"

"I doubt very much that a wand alone could make a man invincible, let alone whether it exists—" Hermione raised her voice, over Ron's objection, "even if the rumors are true, 'assuming' it exists , and it's been missing for at least a few decades. Dumbledore wouldn't want Harry wasting his time on—"

"The Horcruxes have been missing for more than ten years!" Ron countered, "You always think you know what Dumbledore is thinking, why don't we just ask? The Resurrection Stone is in our hands!"

"We don't know if the rock is the one in the story—"

"You just saw it too—"

I sit there.Could this be Dumbledore's purpose?Tell me there is a weapon in this world that can defeat Voldemort?But why me?What's the use of having such a weapon if all I can do is walk up to Voldemort and kill him?

Conqueror of death...is that what I mean?But if having three Hallows could stop death, why couldn't Dumbledore stop his own?He definitely knows what role he has in this war, and he also knows that if this can save him, I will offer the Invisibility Cloak with both hands without hesitation.But he didn't, was it because he couldn't find the Elder Wand either?In this case, he has no reason to believe that I can do it... I can't...

A darker little voice rang in the back of my head: Think about the ending of the second child... This is Dumbledore's ultimate goal...

"Harry?" Ron's voice woke me up, and I realized their argument had been dead for a long time.

"We won't do that." I took a deep breath and put my trembling hands under the table, "I won't use this stone to call Dumbledore, we will only find answers in this world."

"But--"

"Even if I do, he won't tell me anything." I said forcefully, swallowing the bitterness in my throat, "What he decided to hide when he was alive, he won't reveal it after death."

"Okay," said Hermione, and Ron was still frowning, it was hard to tell if they agreed with me or were just taken aback by my look. "Are you sure you're all right, Harry?"

"I'm fine," I said, getting up and walking out of the tent, "I'll be on the first watch."