Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"No, it's this way." Hermione walked to a broken stone stele. The stele had obviously gone through a long period of wind and rain, surrounded by moss, and the words on the stele became blurred. clear.

"Look here, what did you think of?" She pointed to Ron on the dilapidated surface of the stele. Ron leaned over and found a strange symbol engraved under the name that had been invisible.It looks roughly like a triangle with a circle drawn inside, and a vertical line divides the triangle and the circle in half from the middle, like an eye.

Ron closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Hermione pulled out the "Story of Poetry Weng and Pedou" from her bag. After a long period of research, she could even memorize the content of each page in its entirety.She turned the book to a page and pointed to the handy graffiti symbol at the top of the page.Ron's eyes widened, and he repeated the comparison several times, the two signs were exactly the same.

"I have cared about it for a long time. The only thing I can't decipher in the whole book is this symbol. It is not rune, and there is no clue in the cryptographic symbols I know. It is incompatible with the whole book, just like It was painted on purpose deliberately."

"Professor Dumbledore deliberately made a mark, do you mean it."

Hermione nodded: "It's more than that. Think about it. We came to Godric Valley to find the sword, and we saw it again here. This must be one of the clues the professor gave us. As long as we can solve it... …I just remembered one thing, do you remember Luna’s father?"

"Xenofilius?" Ron frowned.

"Yes, it's him." Hermione rubbed the triangle symbol with her finger, feeling the concave rough touch. "At the time, he was also wearing a chain with the same symbol on his neck. Maybe he would know that Dumbledore left us. What does the clue mean."

"Look, we actually have to rely on a research goblin... Oh, no, the old madman of the garden sapper can get the clues—" Ron shrugged, before finishing speaking, I saw Hermione who was still squatting suddenly. Stand up and shout to the bushes next to the cemetery.

"who is it!"

Chapter 27 The Journey Home (Part 2)

"No matter who you are, I have seen you!" Hermione's shout echoed in the graveyard. She had pulled her hand into her pocket and grabbed the wand, ready to deal with the danger that might come.Harry naturally heard her yelling, and ran over despite the fact that his red eyes might be seen.Being at night is probably his only comfort at this time, the light from the graveyard is far from enough to illuminate his wet face.

"Are you sure there is someone over there?" Ron stared suspiciously at the quiet bushes in front. "I didn't see anything!"

"I'm sure!" Hermione shouted, "Something was there just now! I noticed that it was peeping at us!" Her words made Harry get goose bumps.

"I'll take a look, you are here waiting—"

"No, I'll go over." Ron interrupted her, pretending to be a relaxed grin, "I am taller than you, with larger steps, and faster than you, and the accuracy of your two spells is better than mine, if I Being attacked by that thing, you can rescue me.",

He nodded to the two of them, and walked tremblingly towards the bush.Everything seems to happen in the dark, and imagination loses its margins after being infected by fear.Every time he got closer to the bushes, Ron's heart would tingle with tension, and he imagined things that might jump out of the bushes, everything from Death Eaters to ghosts.

"It can't be more terrifying than an eight-legged spider, isn't it, Ron?" He muttered comforting himself.

It is only a few dozen steps from the stone monument to the bushes, but it is as long as a lifetime.Ron's hand could already touch the branches of the bush, and he was about to reach out to poke it away, but the bush in front of him suddenly shook and made a rustling sound.

He backed up a lot of steps, ignoring his identity as a wizard, and took his wand out of his pocket and pointed at the swaying bush.At least it is certain that it will not be a ghost that will appear, and he comforts himself this way, because ghosts cannot touch real objects.

He first saw the outline of a withered face in the hazy night. The fine skin folds almost covered the entire face. The thick cataracts made her eyes muddy and her skin was as dry as a dead tree. Leather, like shirts that didn't fit, piled up loosely.

This little woman walked out of the bushes ghostly. She was already very old, staggering, maybe because she was worried about catching a cold, her whole body was wrapped tightly, and she was a little bloated.Ron frowned. The smell of the old man was unpleasant, and it was hard to say a word. It was the pungent smell of various things mixed and deteriorated and decayed. The smell of the monsters he encountered in the first grade was better than that of the old man It smells much better, you know that he thought it was the most disgusting smell in the world.

"Who, who are you? Muggle?" The old man did not answer Ron’s question. She slowly lowered her head until Ron found out that she was observing the wand in his hand, in order to prevent this from being Muggle’s. The old man was suspicious, and quickly put the wand back into his pocket.

He whistled with a guilty conscience, but found that the other party was walking slowly towards the cemetery.He opened his hands to Hermione and Harry and shook his head. The three of them didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and could only follow the old man's dragging pace with his eyes.

The old man stopped in front of a tombstone. She did not worship, but stared at the tombstone silently and motionless. The wind blew the fluff on the edge of her coat, and the picture seemed a bit sentimental for a while.Hermione opened her mouth wide and looked at the old man first, then the tombstone.

"Hermione, let's go," Ron whispered, and glanced at the old man sympathetically. "Don't bother--"

"Idiot, look carefully!" Hermione lowered her voice excitedly, and he pulled the sleeves of Harry and Ron. "That's the gravestone of Professor Dumbledore's family! She knows them!"

Harry thoughtfully: "You mean..."

"Think of the information we collected before we set off. In Godric Valley, the person most likely to be entrusted with the sword by the professor!",

"This old guy is Bathilda Bagshot?!" Ron was shocked. He looked at the famous magic historian suspiciously. No matter how boring the history of magic at Hogwarts, he couldn't kill Yuba. The greatness of Hida's "History of Magic", "She must have not bathed in two years."

Hermione ignored his complaint and raised her voice: "Are you Mrs. Bathilda?"

As if the doll that was frozen in place had been wound up again, the old man nodded. She did not ask Hermione why her identity was revealed. The eyes hidden in the shadow followed the three of them one by one. Harry stopped.

"How do I think her brain is not normal..." Ron whispered.

Bathilda's departure was as unpredictable as her appearance. Just when the three of them hesitated to continue talking to her, Bathilda suddenly turned around and hobbled along the narrow road leading to the church.After she passed the stone wall of the church, she stopped and beckoned to the three of them.

They looked at each other, Bathilda was the only clue, they had to follow her behind.They passed the monument again, walking on the dirt road leading to the outskirts, the tavern was brightly lit, and the lively laughter could be faintly heard.When they walked out of the village entrance, the houses on both sides of the road gradually became sparse.

Bathilda lives in a house with a garden, which has become barren and overgrown with weeds after a long time.The place where she lives is as old and dilapidated as she herself, and even tinged with a horrible atmosphere under the rendering of the night.

"To be honest, I would love to help you out and guard the gate." Ron held the wand that was shining green in one hand, and swayed desperately in the other, hoping that the unusually unpleasant smell in the room would disperse.Bathilda took Harry to the second floor. Hermione finally found the oil lamp in the corner of the living room. She carried the oil lamp and walked around, frowning.

"It's weird," she whispered.

"Yes, an old witch who lives alone in the garbage, I'm so surprised that she can live so long."

"I'm not talking about this, Ron." Hermione pulled Ron reluctantly into the living room. "Look at this place. The food on the table is all rotten, even if it looks a little bit like. ... Bathilda can't live by eating these things, she has to cook a pot of edible food!"

They walked down the corridor to the living room, without the rotten things, the smell here was much better than the living room.They searched the room while coughing, and they could only cover their mouth and nose with their hands to avoid inhaling more dust.

"There is a book here, Hermione!"

They gathered in front of the desk with a brand-new book on it, but the cover was covered with a thick layer of dust.Ron dusted off the dust and read the name on the cover.

"Lies and Glory: The Life of Albus Dumbledore"

The sound of broken glass came from a distance, followed by the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the walls and the ground.The two turned their attention away from the book and found that the sound originated from the top of their heads.

"Harry?" Hermione yelled tentatively, but was engulfed by repeated beatings.Hermione stuffed Dumbledore's biography in her bag, and rushed to the stairs with Ron.

They saw a big snake whose body almost filled the entire room wrapped around Harry's body tightly, as if trying to strangle the prey in his arms."Let go of him, monster!" Ron roared, and the magic shot from the two wands, hitting the target without aiming.

Harry felt his strength gradually being lost from his body. The lack of oxygen caused him to weaken his limbs. He wanted to get back the wand that was knocked out by the snake. The pain of tearing once again connected his brain, Voldemort. Excited laughter still echoed in his ears. He learned the news, he was coming, he was about to catch the boy...

The next second he felt like he was thrown up high and fell into the pile of dirty sour clothes.Nagini furiously slapped every object it could touch. White smoke was still coming out where it was hit by magic, and the torn wound was dripping with blood, but it quickly healed after the white smoke dissipated.It straightened up, her slender pupils reflecting the figure of Hermione and Ron.

Ron subconsciously pushed Hermione, and Nagini hit them like a hammer, Hermione's scream and the muffled noise of Nagini hit the wall.She cast a Levitating Charm on Nagini, and the serpent struggled in mid-air, its tail wrapped around Hermione's arm and tightened a little bit harder.

"Don't bother! Hermione, Ron! Let's go! Hurry up!" Harry yelled to remind the two companions, avoiding Nagini's writhing body.The image in his mind flashed quickly. He had reached Godric's Valley, and he could rush into Bathilda's house in less than a minute and kill Potter.

"No shadow!" Harry felt the sudden tingling of blood vessels. He endured the intense discomfort of screaming and vomiting when he was connected with Voldemort's spirit. Nagini's tail seemed to be repeatedly slashed by a sharp sword. The solid skin was ripped out of blood, and it could no longer grasp Hermione's arm.

"It hurts... It hurts..." Only Harry could hear Nagini's wailing from that hiss. The white smoke that had healed his injury appeared again, but this time it was hindered, as if that There is a mysterious power in the spell, which resists the treatment.

"Take Hermione and go! Back to Black House!" They took advantage of Nagini's madness and whirled, Harry saw a pale mask-like face, which was distorted by anger and shock. The owner of the face pulled out his wand, and the green light pierced Harry's chest and hit the tattered wall.

Rotate, twist, disassemble the body into parts and combine them.Harry's consciousness finally returned to his body, and for a moment, his soul was almost torn apart by Voldemort's rage, but they escaped the trap and returned home alive.

"Hermione! Luo—" Harry's call stuck in his throat and couldn't come out again.The people in the black robes that were only a corridor away from the three of them and were being turned and smashed in the living room seemed to be taken aback by the sudden encounter.The headed man turned his face, and when the familiar face was facing Harry, the fourth grade experience came to mind again.

"Quick, quick..." Harry yelled at the two who hadn't slowed down. He didn't have time to think about the reasons for these people's presence here, only knowing that the current situation is extremely dangerous, "Apparition, quick!"

Chapter 28 The Betrayer (Part 1)

The office is so quiet that I can hear the needle drop, Ian lowered his head and hugged his hands in front of him, as if he had done something wrong when he was a child waiting for punishment in front of his father, but now he has to face far more terrifying things than his old father. .He quietly glanced at the other colleagues beside him, the last Auror who came in had obvious injuries on his face, most of which was today's "victim".