Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"But you are right. Most of the information is rubbish." Hermione threw the newspaper aside, looking very anxious. "We can't just sit here and do nothing. It's a waste of time. We need A goal!"

"Apart from not being able to deal with other people often and the light is dim, I'm happy to stay at Sirius's house." Ron imagined, holding a small half of bread in his hand, "There is something to eat and a bed to sleep in, if Lavin It would be nice if De was there."

"Do you think we are on vacation, Ron!" Hermione patted the table angrily. "Do I have to bring you the sun, the beach, and the palm trees?"

"Of course I know that what I need now are clues to the new Horcrux." Ron said quickly, "We are working hard for this."

"Not only the new Horcrux, we also need the means to destroy it." Hermione was a little impatient. "We need to find Gryffindor's sword! Remember the words Sirius said when he chatted with us? Even if he It is not clear the true meaning of the locket that Professor Dumbledore was attached to Kreacher, but he understood that it was an instrument with terrible dark magic hidden in it, and he destroyed it with a sword at the direction of Professor Dumbledore! "

"Compared to the new Horcrux that has no clues, don't you think the Gryffindor Sword's information is more clear?" She said as she took out the "Story of Poetry and Pedou" from the beaded pouch and put it in On the table, during the time when she had no goals and nothing to do, she spent a lot of time studying the storybook Dumbledore gave her every day.Harry and Ron believed that she still hadn't given up the possibility that Dumbledore had hidden the code in the book, even though she agreed that it was unusual for the Ministry of Magic to spend a whole month not finding the code.Dumbledore definitely hoped to tell them something through this book, but she read the runes over and over again, but couldn't find the correct answer.

"You mean we have to sneak into Hogwarts? Or the Ministry of Magic?" Ron scratched his hair.

"The sword should be at Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic cannot continue to detain things belonging to Hogwarts. Remember how I answered Scrimgeour?"

"Uh...is it the detention period?"

"Yes, they can only legally detain those things for thirty-one days. The sword should be in the principal's office. Harry said he had seen it in the principal's office before... wait, the principal's office?" Min almost jumped up from the chair, she grabbed her bag and rummaged, and finally pulled out a gorgeous picture frame.

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Harry walked through the dim halls and corridors. He was walking fast, and he was anxious to share the information he got when he went out to investigate with his friends.But Harry had just entered the living room, only to find that Ron and Hermione were very depressed, and he even keenly sensed Ron's anxiety.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked hastily. "What happened?"

"Gringotts." Hermione said painfully. "We might have to find a way to break through Gringotts' defenses."

"Why?" Harry shouted in shock, but a little surprised, because what he was going to say next was not related to Gringotts.

"That sword, Harry. Gryffindor's sword!" Ron's voice trembled. Unlike the two partners who entered the wizarding world halfway, he had a clearer understanding of the robbery of Gringotts and was more worried about the possibility. The danger encountered, "Snape locked it in Gringotts!"

"It turned out to be about this, and I happen to have some news to tell you." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"We don't need to go to the Gringa." His words made the two look up in surprise, "The sword in the Gringa is a fake."

"What?!" The two exchanged suspicious eyes.

"It's not that I want to pour cold water, Harry. I need to make sure we are talking about the same thing... from the beginning, do you already know about Neville, Ginny, and Luna who went to steal the sword and was caught by Snape? Hermione asked, "We just asked Professor Black ("I really don't want to call that old fellow by this honorific." Ron complained.), he told us about the stolen sword."

Harry nodded and felt incredible that he could remain calm.When he heard the news, there was a voice in his heart that roared for him to break into Hogwarts immediately. Even if he wanted to fight 10,000 Death Eaters, he wanted to return to Ginny and stand with her.

If it hadn't been for the other party to say with emotion the punishment Ginny had suffered, and Harry's hot head calmed down, he would want to take off the invisibility cloak and rush to the person, clutching his shoulder and questioning him.

"I happened to ran into Bill in the alley behind Gringotts during my investigation today."

"Did you talk to him?" Hermione asked, and then she saw Harry shook her head.

"He was talking to a goblin named Griphook. Bill mentioned that the sword was stolen. Griphook took the sword to the vault and locked it." Harry poured a glass of water for himself, "I'll hide it." Eavesdropping from them under the invisibility cloak, I heard Griphook tell Bill that the sword in Gringotts was just a well-made fake."

"But how can that goblin be sure it didn't admit it?" Ron said with a frown.

"No, Ron, it does make sense. I believe in that goblin's judgment." After receiving the good news, Hermione suddenly became energetic. "I remember it was said in "Hogwarts, a School History", Ge Derrick Gryffindor’s sword was forged by fairies many centuries ago. Weapons made by fairies are different from those made by wizards. They can definitely recognize the difference."

"Does Snape know that the sword is fake?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think so. If he knew that the sword was fake, wouldn't he lose the reason to lock it up?"

Harry nodded in agreement with Ron's ideas."Then the person who dropped the sword was probably Professor Dumbledore, and it was probably before Scrimgeour seized it." Hermione was thoughtful and a little excited, "It must be for you, Harry! Let you get the sword, Professor Dumbledore hid it for this!"

"So, we are back to square one?" Ron grabbed his hair discouragedly. "Harry, can you think of any clues?"

"When I eavesdropped, Bill once said a place..." Harry hesitated. He didn't know whether the proposal was more to satisfy his lust or to find the whereabouts of the sword, but he recalled Bill and Griphook. During the conversation, the calming heart lake boiled again, and longing and longing grew wildly, forcing him to want to return to his true hometown even more.

"Godric Valley, let's go there and see."

Chapter 26 The Journey Home (Part Two)

After spending nearly a week, Hermione finally thought they were ready. She nervously grasped her beaded pouch that had been cast without a trace of the stretch curse, and muttered like a curse, taking the prepared things from One by one from the list in my mind.Before leaving, she almost became a little hysterical (in Ron), just like when she was waiting for the OWLs results to be announced in the past, Harry recalled Hermione, who seemed equally abnormal at that time, and was stimulated by Hermione’s attitude. Ron, who was nervous, and Zoe, who was amused but comforted Hermione softly.The picture that he thought was bright when he recalled it looked like a faded old photo, and the corners of Harry's newly bent mouth froze in place.

He wiped his glasses to cover up his absence, but fortunately, the two partners didn't have the time to pay attention to him.Ron was being forced by Hermione to review Apparition in the living room, even though they were ready to go.He almost passed the test last year, but Harry knew that Ron's Apparition had been unstable, and this uncertainty greatly contributed to Hermione's anxiety.

But Hermione's hopeless perfectionism will bring tremendous pressure, especially since she will intentionally or unconsciously put this pressure on herself and the people around her.Ron especially couldn't stand her. He would argue with her every time, but it is gratifying that neither of them stopped practicing, but Hermione restrained her temper a little.

Harry put on his glasses again, the blurry world suddenly became clear, and the long table moved to the corner was still stacked with dirty dishes from yesterday’s Halloween dinner. Maybe it was bewitched by memories. He suddenly wanted to know if Zoe would also be with them. What would it be like to have dinner at the same table with Lavender and Ginny.

Unlike Ron who used "that guy" and "that bastard" when he saw Zoe's related reports, Harry would usually avoid mentioning Zoe in a conversation in order to prevent Hermione from feeling uncomfortable. Yi's name was mentioned occasionally and quickly skipped.He didn't know if the calm Hermione showed was really due to letting go (after all, several months have passed), or the calm before the volcano erupted.

Unlike Ron's simple disgust, Harry could perceive more disobedience by getting closer to Dumbledore.When the news that Zoe had killed Dumbledore reached his ears, Harry suddenly recalled everything that happened when he and Cedric were teleported to the graveyard by the door key in the fourth grade.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted, and Harry recovered."what happened?"

Hermione pointed to the old clock on the wall. The minute hand had passed the twelve position and the hour hand was pointing to six.

"It's almost time, let's go."

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"Damn it, I should add more jackets before going out!" Two men and a woman walked side by side on the asphalt trail. The bald old man on the far left was hunched and had a stubborn, clerk's face; in the middle was a nervous woman. , The button of the coat was meticulously buttoned to the neckline, and the lips were tight; the one on the far right had four or five pierced ears, and his dyed hair was piled up messy on his head, complaining bitterly.

This young man dressed as a rock singer is staring angrily at the darkening sky. The wind in November is not gentle. Although the temperature has not yet reached the coldest time, it is already a bit cold.Coupled with the advent of night, every step the youth took, the cold wind entered his clothes from all directions, making people miserable.

Harry was not much better than Ron. The past investigations only lasted until the evening. They miscalculated the temperature, and only Hermione, who put on a coat to hide things, felt better.

The Godric Valley is located in the southwest of England. It is said that it was once the birthplace of Godrick Gryffindor. It is also a very famous wizarding community. Like many other wizarding communities, it is also hidden in Ma Among the villages and towns of melon.

"Watch out, Ron!" Hermione warned him in a low voice. Occasionally, residents who walked past them would cast surprise glances at this weird trio. Fortunately, she still likes to wander around at this time. People are always a minority, and most people will only take a few glances, and then rush home in a hurry.

They followed the road to the square in the center of the town. In the center of the square stood something like a war monument.The road spread around, Hermione patted the shoulders of the two of them, and Harry withdrew his attention from the tavern on the right side of the square and found her pointing at the church behind the monument.He quickly realized the intention of Hermione's pointing there. He stared at the tombstone in the distance, just behind the church, his body began to tremble unconsciously.

Ron put a hand on his shoulder: "Let's go, Harry." Harry silently walked with them in the direction of the cemetery. As they passed the monument, the obelisk with the name suddenly turned into an obelisk. The statues of three people-to commemorate the night that ended everything.

Ron whistled in surprise, looking a little envious.Harry looked at his parents (although this was just a statue) and himself in their arms. He had pictures of them, and they appeared in his imagination countless times.But even if it is as vivid as a memory in a meditation basin, it is impossible to touch it.

They walked carefully through the church, following the root of the wall towards the cemetery, without being noticed by anyone.Harry walked between these neatly arranged tombstones, some of them had grown thick moss, some of them were so weathered that even the engravings on them could not be seen clearly.As if waiting for his arrival, he finally walked to a white marble tombstone, without even confirming it, the voice in Harry's heart said: It's it.He stroked the text on the tombstone with the back of his hand.

James Porter was born on March 27, 1960 and died on October 31, 1981

Lily Porter was born on January 30, 1960 and died on October 31, 1981

Whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, whether it was Gryffindor's sword or Voldemort's Horcrux, they were all thrown aside at this moment. The important thing is that he finally went home.

"Uh, Hermione, shall we... go around there?" Ron said awkwardly.

Hermione had stared at Harry worriedly before, and when Ron finished speaking, she seemed to want to laugh, but in the end she just nodded.

"When I was looking for the graves of Harry's parents just now, I found something that was very concerning."

"You mean the grave of Professor Dumbledore's family?" Ron asked.