[HP] Crack

"It's a thankless task, isn't it?"

With a shudder, Harry tightened his grip on the fork in his hand.

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to endure this environment..."

He couldn't help thinking about what he said. Uncle Vernon's family often made him hungry since he was a child, and kept him crowded in small cupboards and attics... After entering Hogwarts, the situation improved a lot, but he I will never forget the life of living under the fence like a long famine.The Weasleys weren't rich, but they certainly didn't starve Ron, and he probably thought it was just a fun adventure before he left the house...

"You told them about the danger, but they didn't listen...it's not your fault, Potter," said Voldemort softly.

Yes, he had said it, had reminded them of that before they set off.He originally planned to find the Horcrux by himself. At that time, Ron and Hermione were determined to help him, and he was happy for a long time.

Harry felt a emptiness somewhere in his heart, and suddenly came to his senses, shaking his head violently, and drove the circling thoughts out of his mind.No, what is he thinking?He couldn't listen to Voldemort anymore, he was bewitching him without a doubt, he couldn't believe a word he said.

"Don't believe it? This is what you say in your heart, Potter...no one knows better than you." The devil pointed this out viciously.

Harry couldn't help feeling a bit of panic, his heart was being monitored by that man without any corners, and he didn't even have to guess what he was thinking, which made him feel extremely sick.What made him even more uncomfortable was that when he was roaring back to Voldemort, a voice in the depths said weakly that he was right, that he was just digging up and expanding his own malice that was not so deep, but in the end it was still my own.

Harry put the saucer aside and looked up. Hermione and Ron were still arguing.He jumped up with his hands up, and shouted, "Shut up! Shut up now!"

Both of them turned their heads to look at him, and Hermione looked very indignant.

"How can you be on his side, he almost never cooks—"

"Hermione, be quiet, I hear someone!"

Harry held his breath, discerning carefully.The sound of the quiet stream and the creaking of the branches in the wind can be heard outside the tent.After a while, in the silent night, the voices he heard sounded again.He looked back at the hanging looking glass, which was unresponsive.

"You've got the Listening Charm around us, haven't you?" he whispered to Hermione.

"I did everything," she replied, at the same volume. "Muggle shielding and disillusionment all at once. No one should have seen or heard it." us."

They drew their wands and waited, the sound of heavy footsteps and grinding, and the sound of falling stones and branches, all the more abrupt in the night.The sound got louder, and the group of people gradually approached. Hermione grabbed the beaded pouch, pulled out three retractable ears from it, and threw one to Harry and Ron.They hurriedly stuffed one end of the flesh-colored string into their ears, and carefully sent the other end out of the tent.

A few seconds later Harry heard the conversation much more clearly than before, from two men and two goblins - they were fishing by the river, and burst out laughing every now and then.

Harry carefully discerned their conversation. Unexpectedly, their Hogwarts classmate Dean Thomas was also among them. Those people even discussed an incident that happened at school—Ginny and a group of The student tried to steal the Gryffindor sword from Snape's office, which made Harry's fingers pinching his retractable ears freeze, his whole body was hot and cold, and his violent heartbeat made him feel sick.

"The little girl sneaked into Snape's office with a few friends, broke open the glass case that seemed to hold the sword, and was caught by Snape when she was secretly taking the sword downstairs."

Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, their faces tensed, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Ah, God bless them, what do these boys think they can use this sword against You-Know-Who? Or against Snape himself?"

"Well, whatever they wanted to do with it, Snape decided it wasn't safe to keep the sword there, and a few days later, with You-Know-Who's permission, I think, he shipped it to London for storage at Gringotts. "

The two goblins laughed even louder.

"I still don't see what's funny," Ted said.

"That's a fake." The goblin's voice was harsh.

"Gryffindor's sword!"

"Oh, yes, it's an imitation—a very good imitation, it's true—but it was made by a wizard. The real one was forged by goblins many centuries ago, and has some features that only goblin-made weapons have. properties. Wherever the real thing is, it's not in the vaults of Gringotts Bank."

Harry's brain was so filled with the news that he almost missed the rest.The sword in the headmaster's room was a fake - Snape didn't know this, he punished the kids - Ginny - the sword in Gringotts was a fake - the goblin - Ginny -

He hasn't communicated with the outside world for too long, and he hasn't remembered this name for too long.The girl's warm face floated in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help tracing her eyebrows, guessing anxiously and painfully what had happened to her, and clenched his fists.It wasn't until a mocking snort sounded in his head that he suddenly woke up and shook his head.

Then Dean's clear voice came from the retractable ear: "I know Harry Potter, and I think he's the real one—the Savior, or whatever you want to call it."

Voldemort sneered again, but Harry ignored him.

The sound of their discussion gradually died down, and finally died away, leaving only the clanging of knives and forks.When it rang again, it was discussing whether to sleep on the river bank or retreat to the tree-filled hillside.After confirming that it was more hidden under the tree, they turned off the fire, packed up the tableware, and slowly climbed up the hillside, their voices gradually becoming inaudible.

Harry opened his mouth and looked at his friends. He had a million words to say, but only a few words came out of his mouth: "Ginny - that sword -"

"I know!" cried Hermione, rushing to grab the beaded pouch and thrusting her whole arm into it, rummaging for something apparently buried in the depths.

"I found it..." she said through gritted teeth, and Harry hurried over to help her drag a gorgeous picture frame out of her purse and put it on the edge of the tent.His heart beat faster than it had ever been before.

This is a portrait of Phineas Nigellus at 12 Grimmauld Place, the old man also has a portrait in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, and he probably knows something about that sword.They looked at the picture frame expectantly. As soon as Phoenix slipped in, Hermione quickly cast a "blind eye", and the old headmaster complained dissatisfiedly after being treated roughly.

They asked about the fate of the students who participated in the sword-stealing operation, the whereabouts of the sword, and refused to let go of any useful clues.After Phoenix decisively left, Harry and Hermione were still discussing excitedly, walking up and down the tent, looking at each other with glowing eyes.

"That sword destroys Horcruxes! A goblin-made blade absorbs only what strengthens it—Harry, that sword is drenched in basilisk venom!"

"Dumbledore didn't give it to me because he still needed it and he wanted it to destroy the locket!"

"—he must have thought that if it was in the will, they wouldn't let you have it—"

"—so he guarded against—"

"—and put the real one... where?"

They stared at each other, the answer seemed to be coming out, floating around their heads, but they couldn't catch it no matter what.

"Where could he be hiding—could he be hiding? Hey, Ron, what do you think?" Harry asked automatically, but there was no answer.He turned his head, almost thinking he wasn't in the tent, until he saw Ron lying motionless in the shadow of the lower bunk.

"Oh, remember me?"

"what?"

He snorted and stared at the upper bunk: "You two continue talking, don't let me disturb your interest."

Confused, Harry looked beseechingly at Hermione, who shook her head, apparently as bewildered as he was.

"Your friend is angry," began Voldemort, who hadn't spoken for a long time, apparently amused by the scene. "He may wish you to please him like a house-elf, Potter."

"Shut up," said Harry coldly, as Ron's voice had grown louder: "I did have a bit of a lifetime here. You know, with a crippled arm, no food, and carrying skins every night." Frozen. You know, I'm just hoping, after a few weeks of running around, we'll get a little bit done."

"How reasonable," commented Voldemort, "your grades can't satisfy him."

"I thought you knew what operation you were involved in." Harry pursed his lips. There was a fire burning in his chest, and he didn't know whether it was from anger at Ron or something else.

"Yeah, I thought I knew that too."

"So, which part didn't live up to your expectations?" Harry asked aloud. "You thought we'd live in a five-star hotel? Find a Horcrux every other day? You thought you'd be able to go back to Mother for Christmas?" Mi's side?"

"We thought you knew what you were doing!" Ron yelled, standing up, his eyes like sharp knives piercing Harry's chest, "We thought Dumbledore told you what to do, we thought you had a A real plan!"

"Ron!"

"It would be unwise to argue further, Potter."

"Go away, don't tell me what to do." He roared in his heart.Later he realized what he said was true.