The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Hufflepuff's golden cup was finally split open, and the soul fragments attached to it were destroyed with great force. The destructive power completely lived up to the title of the most powerful dark wizard in history, and the person holding the sword to destroy it still cannot accept it.

Ron sat at the seat closest to the window, looking out the window with deep eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.

The gray night was just like his gray life. Ron's mood became increasingly sad, and he stretched out his hand to push the glass window open a few inches. On the winter night in November, the cold ice and snow slapped randomly on his face. The cool touch temporarily overcame Liang Liang's heart, allowing him to sort out his thoughts.

I couldn't take care of the portraits of past principals and the sorting hat. I could only pray that when I get up tomorrow morning, the portraits in the castle wouldn't be crowded together to look at me.

If you think about it openly, at least Fox will definitely not leak the secret.

Ron's expression became more and more sad, and his style was extremely cold on this winter night. He took a deep breath and continued to calculate.

There were two people present at the time.

At such an old age, Grindelwald shouldn't care about a student's dark thoughts, and since he was the former leader of the Wiccan Party, he had never seen any dark thoughts, so he shouldn't care about his dirty thoughts.

All that's left is Harry...

Ron shook the wand in his pocket and sighed dejectedly. Unfortunately, although this guy is not good at the history of magic, potions and astronomy, which require mental courses, he is very capable in hands-on skills, and is good at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. He is excellent, but he really can't beat him.

When I thought about the damn Voldemort, he dug out all his hidden thoughts and read them loudly and in detail, and his best friend, Harry, who would probably be his brother-in-law for a lifetime, listened to the whole process, and he took it from him. There was absolutely nothing he could do. Ron, who was sitting by the window, wanted to jump out of here on the spot.

Unfortunately, the window is too small and I can't squeeze through.

With complex and tangled thoughts, Ron lowered his head and silently eavesdropped on his friends' conversation.

It was Ginny who was speaking now. She was recounting the letter she received from home during dinner: "...Mum told us not to leave school recently, not even Hogsmeade. The situation outside is strange. Dad and Percy I don’t understand the situation either.”

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic was attacked on Halloween, and many non-Auror staff were arrested. Are your father and Percy okay?" Hermione looked up and asked, Loren also looked up at Ginny, they were Modified Herbalism observation reports.

"Merlin bless you." Ginny folded up the letter in her hand, "Dad was sent to Hastings to help with the disguise that day. Minister Scrimgeour thought he knew Muggles very well, and Percy also came with him, so the two of them escaped. After the attack that night.”

Harry quietly held Ginny's hand: "Good luck will come to good people."

Ginny shrugged: "Actually, it wasn't good luck. Percy had no combat experience and broke his hand in a panic. He and his father teamed up to keep it a secret, but his mother found out and his hand was almost broken. Again, Charlie said that her mother was forcing everyone in the family to make an unbreakable vow that nothing could be hidden from him in the future. "

"..."

Several people continued to talk about the news they had recently learned about, but Ron could no longer hear them, and his eyes were bright.

The Unbreakable Vow, an ancient magical spell used to form oaths between wizards, has a very good reputation among the wizard community.

He happily tugged on the sleeve of his closest roommate: "Harry, Harry, you promised me to keep it secret, right?"

"certainly."

"Well...can you make an unbreakable vow?"

"What oath!" Ginny's sharp voice interrupted their conversation. She pulled Harry and Ron to look at each other like hens guarding their chicks. "You know that the consequence of breaking the Unbreakable Oath is death on the spot, right? George When Fred and I tried to trick you into making a vow, my mother was so angry that she broke the three broomsticks. Now tell me, what kind of agreement do you have to use this magic to maintain? "

Ron avoided Ginny's gaze and lowered his head dejectedly. He also felt that he was dizzy: "No...it's nothing..."

Ginny looked at him suspiciously.

"Um...I'm going to talk to Lavender about breaking up. I'm leaving first." Ron couldn't sit still any longer and hurriedly got up and slipped away.

Harry looked at his back and defended himself righteously: "It's really nothing."

Ginny hummed: "He actually woke up. I thought he would delay it until after Christmas."

"What?"

"As for Lavender, it's rare for a girl to like him and be willing to be intimate with him. I thought it would take him a long time to realize that he doesn't like Lavender at all." Ginny muttered, "You don't Knowing how much he wanted to make out with girls, he even put a picture of Aunt Muriel under his pillow..."

"Wait!" Harry asked in surprise, "You know these things?"

"Everyone in the family knows it."

"..."

Harry fell silent.

Loren and Hermione next to them did not speak, immersed in revising the observation report.

The windows were ajar, and the cold winter wind was howling outside. Ice and snow were falling one after another. A certain adolescent boy died quietly in the snowy night.

…

Principal's office.

Dumbledore sat on a chair, added three or four sugar cubes into the tea cup, picked up a spoon and stirred it gently, feeling the heat rising in the cup adding a bit of sweet fragrance, and listened to Gellert's story about how he destroyed the golden cup in the afternoon. The scene brought a light smile to his lips.

"...When the fragment of Voldemort's soul revealed that he hid a photo of his aunt under the pillow, the little guy's face suddenly turned pale and his hands were shaking. I felt that if the Horcrux was delayed for another half minute, maybe he would really Can be revived from the golden cup.

"As a result, the little guy seemed to be enraged. He raised his sword and split the gold cup directly.

"Here, it's completely broken in half."

Dumbledore looked at the fragments of the gold cup on the table. They were about sixty-four points and were split somewhat unevenly.

Grindelwald fiddled with the pieces of the golden cup, trying to see some traces of Helga Hufflepuff's magic from it, but could not see anything: "All the currently known Horcruxes have been destroyed. According to your arrangement, then Several children have faced Voldemort, and their minds are barely mature. What are you going to do next? Follow the story of the third-rate bard and let them form an adventure team to destroy the Dark Lord? "

The destroyed Horcrux flashed through Dumbledore's mind, he sipped the sweet cocoa, and solemnly corrected: "In fact, Gellert, the story of adventurers destroying the devil is never a third-rate story, it is a classic story repeated many times. It may have lost its novelty, but it cannot be denied that it is wonderful.”

Just when the two wanted to start a debate on this topic, there was a knock on the oak door.

"Please come in."

"It's me, Albus."

"Oh, Horace, are you looking for me so late? What's the matter?"

"I'll give this to you."

"..."