Harriet Potter

We turned a corner and, despite our preparations, the scene before us stopped us abruptly.

A huge fire dragon is chained to the ground ahead, preventing access to the deepest vaults.The dragon's scales had become pale and loose from confinement for so long, its eyes were a cloudy pink, and its hind legs were heavily shackled by thick chains driven deep into the stone. The giant pile of the ground.Its huge spiked wings are gathered on both sides of its body, and if it is unfolded, it will definitely fill the entire basement.The dragon turned its ugly head toward us, let out a roar that made stones tremble, and opened its mouth wide to spew a blast of fire, sending us running back down the hallway.

"They blinded it," gasped Hermione, shocked, "and that made it even more brutal. I think it's conditioned to the jingle, though. When it hears that sound, it thinks of pain, will retreat."

We each took the jingle bauble and shook it as we walked, and we turned the corner together, with the goblin following us.The noise echoed between the stone walls and was amplified many times. My brain seemed to be vibrating because of the noise, and the scar jumped even more vigorously under the burning of anger.The dragon let out another hoarse roar and backed away.I could see it trembling, and it had many terrible scars on its face, and it must have been trained to be afraid of a fiery sword when it jingled.

"Get us in," I said to the goblin as I walked to the vault door.

He pressed his palm to the wood, and the vault door disappeared, revealing an opening.The cave was stuffed from floor to ceiling with gold coins and goblets, silver armor, the furs of all sorts of exotic animals with spines or wings, potions in vases, and one still wearing a crown. skull.

"There, up there!" We lighted our wands, and Ron had only taken a few steps when he spotted what had once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, passed to Hepzibah-Smith, and was passed on by Tom Riddle. The stolen gold cup, on the top shelf near the ceiling, glistened with the three rays of light gathered from the past.

"Hold on!" Hermione yelled, as she waved her wand a few intricately, deciphering the spells around her. "They've added the Fire Charm and the Copying Charm! Anything we touch will be burned and copied, but Duplicates are worthless - eventually we'll be crushed to death with gold! We need to find something that touches these treasures and doesn't cause them to duplicate!"

I was still standing at the door, feeling a surge of crisis, which made me clenched my wand tightly and my teeth jumped.

"You guys think of a way first!" I shouted, "They are coming, I will try to stop them!"

Ron and Hermione immediately yelled in opposition, but before they could take a step this way, I took two steps back. After a dull metal crash, the door of the vault appeared again, and Ron, Hermione and the goblin locked inside.Felix Felicia told me not to worry, the goblin can set them free.

I stuffed the jingle piece in my donkey-skin pouch, making sure it was always there when I needed it, and charged at the trapped dragon.Immediately, the giant dragon smelled the stranger's breath. It roared and spewed out a stream of flames. I sideways avoided it and continued to run towards the corner. There were one or two clinking sounds that were accidentally leaked from the other side.The dragon spewed out a second burst of flames, which was much faster than the last one. I rushed forward and lay on the ground.The flames flew inches above me, immediately scorching the hair on the nape of my neck and the clothes on my back, and the heat blinded me.There were screams and curses from the other side of the passage, which obviously caught the pursuers by surprise.

I got up from the hot ground and fired two spells at the dragon's nose. The dragon roared and raised its head, and spewed out another big burst of flames. This time I ran directly under the dragon in time to watch the flames Instantly filled the entire channel.

Then the sound of jingle pieces came in like a wave, and the quantity was much more than what we had just taken. For a while, I couldn't even hear the roar of the dragon.The dragon was still in a rage, but it had obviously started to tremble and retreat. A group of wizard guards and goblins came out, with several hooded figures among them.Seeing my face, one of them immediately stretched his hand to his left arm. I cast him a Body Binding Curse, said sorry to myself, and hit the dragon with the Eye Sickness Curse Sirius taught me. blind.

The giant dragon immediately went berserk, its shrill whistle overwhelmed the jingling, shaking its head and turning the entire space into a sea of ​​flames.I climbed onto the dragon's back by stepping on the bend of its hind legs, and grabbed its iron-hard scales to stabilize myself. From above, I saw the jingle pieces falling to the ground. The wizards chanted spells to block the flames, and several goblins burned their whole bodies. The partner was dragged from the fire.

That's when the vault door finally opened, and all I saw was Hermione running out of it, but somehow not panicking, waving her hands to get her attention.Hermione quickly cast an invulnerability spell on herself and someone I couldn't see next to him - it must have been Ron - and stopped at the dragon's feet, I could see the Felix order on her face And her common sense was at war in her head - the plan was crazy enough even for me.But then she seemed to get tugged a bit, and then she worked with Ron to climb up the dragon's back, and together we broke the chains on the dragon's feet, and a second later, the dragon realized it.

There was another roar, and the dragon stood up, spread its wings, and rose into the air. I clamped my knees and grabbed the jagged dragon scales desperately.The dragon rushed towards the exit of the passage, and the screaming goblins below were knocked aside like bowling pins. We lay on the dragon's back and rubbed against the top of the passage.The chasing goblins threw daggers at the dragon, and they brushed against its body.

"We can't get out at all, it's too big!" screamed Hermione, but the dragon opened its mouth wide and spewed flames, blasting the tunnel open and the roof splintering and collapsing.It grabbed and planed with brute force, and rushed out all the way.I shut my eyes tightly against the dust and heat, the crackling of stones and the roar of dragons were deafening.

Suddenly, it all recedes into a distant background sound, and the pain runs through my head.Voldemort had received the message.

Just then, I heard Hermione yell, "Dig three feet!"

She and Ron helped the dragon break through the roof of the cave with digging spell after digging spell, and I joined in out of rage and ecstasy that wasn't mine.We passed the subterranean lake, where the dragon sprinted toward freedom, the corridor behind us clogged with the dragon's sweeping spiked tail, piles of boulders, and splintered gigantic stalactites.The clinking of the goblins was inaudible, and ahead, the fire of the dragon cleared the way for us—

At last, by spells and the brute force of the dragon, we blasted the passage into the marble foyer, where goblins and wizards ran screaming and hiding.Finally finding room to spread its wings, the dragon turned its horned head toward the doorway, smelling the cool air outside.It stepped out, squeezed through the metal door, staggered into Diagon Alley, and soared into the air.

The moment the scar exploded, I almost vomited out, not knowing what I was screaming for.Black smoke gathered in the air behind us, forming Voldemort's figure, one hand grabbing my ankle, dragging me into the suffocating darkness.

I fell on the hard ground, and I could hear Hermione yelling, and they dragged me until the touch was soft beneath me, and then the door slammed shut, and the portrait of Mrs Black screamed curses in the gloom , I wondered what had triggered it, and realized I hadn't stopped screaming.

"Shut up!" said Ron, and with a wave of his wand, the curtain in front of the portrait closed.

"Harry!" Hermione grabbed my shoulder, her nails almost digging into the flesh, "Harry, how are you? Are you still...?"

"He's mad," I whispered, feeling cold sweat dripping down my body, Voldemort's rage roaring in my head like the dragon, "but understandable, isn't it?"

The ends of Hermione's hair were singed, her face was covered in ashes and mud, and there was a scrape.With a noise between a cry and a laugh, she pulled out her beaded packet, fumbled around, and dropped a shiny gold object on the battered doormat.

"Come to think of it, yeah," she said, looking up at Ron and me. "We've got it."

"We did it," said Ron.

We were silent for a moment in excitement and disbelief, and then Kreacher came running over, staring at the three of us with wide eyes, then bowed low and squashed his nose on the carpet.It's supposed to be funny, but I don't think so at all.

"You are back, Master." Kreacher said hoarsely.

"Yeah, Kreacher." I smiled at him, "You're doing great."

Kreacher bowed to all three of us in turn, and didn't flinch when it was Hermione's turn, and then he said "Kreacher is going to get Master some refreshments and potions" and Apparated, and I heard a sob before disappearing.

"Come to think of it, I've fantasized about cutting off his head and sticking it to the wall," Ron said emotionally.

He pocketed the goblet, we stepped into the hall, and I felt my tongue curl, and a figure of dust loomed before us.

"Severus Snape?" it asked lowly.

"We didn't kill you," I said as soon as my tongue let go, "I'm close."

The unconscious shadow returned to the dust with a thud, and we drew the curtain over Mrs. Black's portrait a second time and walked across the drawing room to the kitchen.

"Harry," said Hermione, there was something unusual in her tone, "what you just said... you mean we're almost done with Dumbledore's quest, don't you?"

"There's only one Horcrux left now." Ron said carelessly, "We'll just focus on dealing with the mysterious man himself. Sounds like a holiday, doesn't it?"

Hermione forced a few laughs, and we sat down at the table with the note and bottle still where they had been.Kreacher came to bring me hot towels and ointments, the latter in jars that had been cleaned but looked like they had been sitting in a cupboard for indeterminate years.Hermione opened the lid, sniffed it carefully, and declared it non-toxic, and we wiped the dirt off our faces and hands, and began to apply medicine to the wound.We've got holes in our robes, and we've got a few scrapes and burns, but they're superficial and far from the crazy things we did ten minutes ago.

After a hasty treatment, Hermione hurried to clean the beaded packet first.While in the vault she read Ron an upside-down gold hook and asked him to carry the cup by the handle with his Gryffindor sword and get it into his bag.Thanks to her excellent spellcasting skills, the quickly duplicated golden cup didn't burst the packet, but the contents were inevitably squeezed into a mess.

"My books were all scalded." She said angrily, and she took out the tomes one by one and put them on the table, making a rhythmic thud, and the table was filled with the smell of burnt leather and paper. smell.

"Not much damage, at most the cover or the side is a bit burnt." I took a few copies to check, "Oh, there is a burnt hole in the middle of "Advanced Black Magic", as if a golden cup was squeezed in, but the Horcrux's Parts are good."

"It's a good thing the replicas disappeared after leaving Gringotts," said Ron. "And come to think of it, I wouldn't mind being drowned in a pile of gold if I didn't have to get the real one out of there."

"Fold the burnt pages, and I'll see if I can repair it later." After making sure there was no more damage, Hermione said, "Leave them alone for now, let's talk about what to do with Hufflepuffs first." Gold Cup."

"It's Ron's turn this time," I said, folding a corner of the yellowed page.During the time I wandered alone, I flipped through this book, and I still have some impressions of this part.The face of the black-robed wizard in the illustration on the lower right was burned away by the hole, and he was using his hair to dip his own blood in the nearby bowl to draw complex patterns on his forearm, and the same pattern had already covered his other arm.The illustration at the top of the left page shows a silver flame dancing eerily and exuberantly.

Ron opened his mouth in horror. "Is this a good thing for a shift? Because I don't think—"

A low voice of inquiry came from upstairs, we looked at each other, I stuffed "Advanced Dark Arts" into the donkey leather bag on my chest, Ron quickly put the gold cup back into his pocket, and Hermione stretched his arms to reach the other side of the dining table bottle and note.She was a step slower, and before she could sit upright, Kingsley and Lupine stopped at the kitchen door.Their eyes scanned the messy kitchen, apparently immediately understanding what had happened.

Lupine strode over, looked at the three of us in a state of distress and the scorched objects on the table, "So you really did this."

Kingsley's goal is clearer, he was almost apparated, Hermione took out the note and put it in his outstretched hand, I don't blame her, no one can be used by Kingsley Shacklebolt like that Say no while staring.Kingsley stared at it for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows a little, and handed it to Lupine, who read it through, clutching the parchment into his fist.

Without warning, he slammed on the table, and the three of us jumped.

"What the hell are you thinking?!"

A thought crossed my mind that James and Sirius weren't kidding me when they said Lupine growled like a wolf.

The author has something to say: What should I do if my parents find me out (by mistake) when I go out to go clubbing? Urgent, wait online!

This part is my attempt to write Felicia-related topics. I think this prop is very interesting: how does it judge what is your luck?What happens if several people in the scene drink it with different goals?

I don’t know if you can see the different priorities assigned by Felicia to the trio: Harry wanted everyone else to come out safely, and she pushed Kreacher in time, which played the most important role in covering and evacuating; Min's focus is on the whole "plan", including concealed entry and exit without leaving troubles, etc. What he did will be mentioned in the next chapter; Ron's goal is more straightforward-we went into the vault to get the Horcrux, so he Became the leader of this task.This is not to say that Harry doesn't want to take the Horcrux or Ron doesn't want to get out safely. Their goals are generally the same, but the emphasis is different.

In other words, I specifically determined the efficacy of Felicia to "make you closer to what you want most at the moment", based on the desire of the user, not the safety of life or actually the best for the user.Sometimes the user has a clear goal. For example, in the sixth book, Harry just wanted to get Slughorn’s memory, and Felicia helped him; Only when the Felicity Elixir helps him realize it will he realize it.

I don't know if it is consistent with other people's understanding, welcome to discuss.