Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"When Harry first told me about it, I thought he had been horribly tortured and his brain was broken." Ron said.

"Yeah, someone seems to think I'm pretending to be someone else and wants to attack me." Harry condemned badly, and Ron shrugged and smiled awkwardly.

"You can't blame me, can you? Who would believe that Malfoy would change his evil, and who would believe that he would help you?"

Harry couldn't refute it because he thought so too.

"Anyway, Malfoy brought reinforcements, a few Aurors. It's certainly not the first time he has cooperated with these people. The Death Eaters didn't expect that they would be attacked and they were defeated soon." Harry I briefly summarized the thrilling situation at the time, "Then they took me to the hiding place. The leading Auror seemed to be someone from Scrimgeour before. They fled the Ministry of Magic and were fighting against them. I told them Elder Black House matter."

"They promised to let me recuperate in that place. I stayed there until Ron came to find me. During that time, I learned a lot. Malfoy seemed to have been assisting the Order of the Phoenix to transfer the innocents. They took away the prisoners of the Ministry of Magic and destroyed Malfoy is responsible for providing information on the actions of the Ministry of Magic."

"Although I have always hated this little bastard with his nose up, this time we really have to say thank you." Ron said gloomily. With their past conflicts, it would be better to let him commit suicide if he was to thank Draco. .Draco had always looked down on him and their Weasleys, Ron's hatred of Draco was worse than Harry's.

"My experience is much simpler. I was almost buried in the rubble and eaten up the ashes. Meg and Sirius got me out. I was separated when the apparition in Godric Valley. After the sequelae of the explosion, they took care of me for a while. Then they told me where Harry was and I set out to find him." Ron scratched his hair in fear, "I can hardly even see someone playing fireworks. All are scared, God bless, only one explosive experience in life is enough." Harry smiled and patted his shoulder, even the nervous Hermione curled his mouth subtly.

"It took a lot of work to find you." Ron sighed. "We don't even know where you were taken."

"Didn't Kreacher follow you?" Hermione asked.

"It hasn't been awake, this poor old fellow. Although the Death Eaters didn't kill it, it's not much worse. It's too old and too weak. It has been in a coma for a long time, occasionally moving its eyelids and shouting twice. , There is no way to tell us where it left you."

"Then how did you find me?"

Ron took out a silver device like a lighter from his arms, which was one of Dumbledore's relics, and he gave it to Ron."It's all the credit." He tossed the light extinguisher up and down triumphantly. "The ball of light sent from this thing took us to your direction."

Hermione carefully took the light extinguisher from his hand and checked it over and over several times, but still couldn't find the secret.

"Professor Dumbledore is really predictable. He must have guessed that we will encounter a similar situation, but as long as we have this little light extinguisher, we can regroup."

"What about now? We are together again, but we need a new goal." Harry asked.

Hermione hesitated. She was thinking about whether or not she should tell the news about the Hufflepuff Golden Cup that Zoe had given her. They obviously did not have the ability to invade Gringotts. Zoe’s warning was straightforward and realistic. He Min knew what she said was right.Maybe they shouldn't focus on this Horcrux, but should start looking for the next one...

"Remember the book I got in Bathilda's bedroom, Hermione?" Ron said suddenly. "Since Professor Dumbledore has anticipated so many things, we might be able to learn from his biography. I found some clues..."

"I don't think it's possible." Harry frowned. He thought of the previous report in the Daily Prophet. "Think about the author of that book, Rita Skeeter! What do you think she would say? She won’t stop without degrading his reputation to the limit!"

"Actually...not as bad as you think. I read it a few days before I was here," Hermione said, drawing the attention of the two boys. "I was also shocked because Rita really Just wrote a biography of Professor Dumbledore, without discrediting or a little gimmick, but I have to say that it is quite objective."

"What does this mean?" Ron opened his mouth wide and exaggerated. "The end of the world?"

"I suggest you wait a while to check and learn about professors who are different from what you remember." Hermione stood up, and she had a little thought. "Fortunately, you mentioned Professor Dumbledore, which reminds me again. Some related things, remember the logo of Grindelwald?"

"That triangle?" Harry thought for a while.

"Yes, it is in the fairy tale book that Professor Dumbledore gave me. We discussed it once before, and we saw this sign in another person."

Ron looked at Hermione confusedly, then at Harry.Harry quickly recalled the event at the wedding: "Xenofilius Lovegood?"

"That's right." Hermione took out a copy of "The Contradictory" from her treasure chest-like beaded pouch, and the bold headline on the cover was clearly speaking for Harry.

"We happened to visit a friend's house, what do you think?"

Chapter 38 Repatriation (Part 1)

Cora carefully put the ointment on Daisy's back, which was given to her by the St. Mungo therapist who came to visit them just now (it is said that these people are doctors in the magic world). The ointment carried a bad smell. The smell of the nose makes people just want to back away again and again.But Cora clearly saw the torn wounds on Daisy's back squirming, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sound of sobbing from the right did not stop, and the sobbing was intermittent, adding a gloomy atmosphere to this small reception room.Cora bit her lip, her eyes damp.This sad background sound seemed to resonate in her heart, mixing the grievances, fears and pains of the past few months into a cannon and preparing to shoot them all at once.

"For the sake of our safety, can you stop crying for now." Daisy's tone was a little irritable, her face was distorted with pain, the effect of the ointment was immediate, but her wounds were constantly healing At the time, short but unspeakable pain continued to be delivered to her, as well as the intense tingling sensation in the wound after that. She could only use her will to endure the desire to scratch the wound. That whimper naturally made her feel like it. Unpleasant emotions become worse.

"Crying won't solve the problem, ma'am, it will only make others feel uneasy." The crying stopped, I don't know if I think Daisy is justified or simply surprised by the absurdity of being reprimanded by a child righteously. , The woman sitting on the chair in the reception room opened her mouth, but could not say a word, but there were still tears on her face.

"Cora, you first find a place to sit and rest for a while." In the months of escape, Cora has become accustomed to this precocious and stern senior to make decisions. The crying can stop, and she also He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly found a place to sit down as Daisy said, "It's okay, I'll find a way to take you... take you out." Although she frowned at the depressed woman, she didn't seem to be Planning to leave her.

"No way..." The woman did not calm down as Daisy had hoped. The previous hunting experience of the hunt team made her nervous. "We are stuck in it. I saw all of them just now. Outside, just wait for us to run into the set trap, we are done!" She buried her face in her palm again and sniffed.

Daisy smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, feeling very tricky because she found that she didn't know how to calm this woman.She caught a glimpse of Cora’s nervous look. Even though this empathetic little girl has been trying not to trouble her for a while, Daisy knew the fear in her heart because she just had to close her eyes, the smelly werewolf Her sharp claws will flash back into her mind. If she is not lucky enough to not be bitten, she might even become a werewolf.

How can a person with fear let others escape the vortex of fear?She could only prevent Cora from noticing her vacillation as much as possible, and set up a strong and strong image for her to follow.This is very easy, she only needs to regard herself as the Augusta Longbottom in her memory, and she has achieved most of her goal.

Thinking of grandma, her heart hurt for a moment, and thinking that Mrs. Longbottom was somewhere in this building, she couldn't help but want to seek a warm support.But she didn’t have this time. She had to find a way for them to escape safely before the raid team rushed into St Mungo.

"You can also Apparate." She focused on the woman. "You can take Cora out of here, and then the two of them will hide."

"I don't want to run away. Let's just do it. I'm already tired... Besides, where can we escape? There are their eyes everywhere. The search team will pounce from the dark at some point, you can't believe anything. People, can't stay anywhere for too long, there is no way, you can't even leave this country...Brooms and Apparitions can't make you cross the sea."

"I tried to rescue you from the danger of being chased and killed, not to make you talk frustrated!" Daisy shouted.

"Do you know how I was found by those people?" The woman smiled bitterly. "I was betrayed. People whom I consider to be friends. They confessed my identity as a Muggle-born, because those demons can bring them more Many things. It’s just the wind leaking, so I have the opportunity to escape early." She noticed the shocked look on the faces of the two children, "I don’t have the courage to continue to escape, so I might as well be sent to prison—"

"Are you talking about a bitter tea party? I can be responsible for preparing black tea and snacks, as long as you promise to finish the food." Doris walked in from the outside, laughing heartlessly, but making the atmosphere stagnant inside the room again Flow up.

"Turn around and let me see how the wound is recovering." She was wearing a dark green robe representing the identity of a therapist, with her long hair tied up, and a wand in a specially placed pocket.From the outside, her lazy temperament disappeared without a trace. The therapist's standard robe was extremely suitable for her, and it seemed that she should wear this robe.

"Well, you can bear it." After a brief inspection, Doris tutted, "As far as I have seen, seven or eight out of ten people can't help but scratch the wound. You are caused by a werewolf. In order to eliminate possible hidden dangers, I deliberately increased the dosage and improved the content, so that it not only itch but also hurts.” But as soon as she spoke, the unreliable frivolity came to her face again.

"Thank you for the'excess' commentary." Daisy said angrily, for fear that Doris could not hear her discomfort.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Doris still prefers to pretend to be silly.

"So, I'm all right?" Daisy thought about business, so she didn't plan to care about her.

"Take a good rest. I'll give you something to calm the nerves and decompression. As for the cutie here, do you like honey water? It will make your stomach more comfortable." Doris first pointed to the woman next to her, and then He cast a wink at Cora, and Cora, who was so embarrassed that she didn't know her character, blushed, and immediately looked at Daisy with a look of help.

"Cola, don't mind, she's just teasing you, the more you react, the happier she will be." Daisy sighed, "I really don't want to admit that someone like you has been the president of the student council and is in the same college as me."

Doris accepted Daisy's words triumphantly."I'll take you to the place to sleep later, but because of something everyone knows, the three of you may have to sleep on the ground and the beds are all occupied by patients." She shrugged and planned to leave the reception room.

"What? How could we spend the night here!" Daisy looked at her in surprise, "Do you think the wound on my body was scratched by a puppy when I went out on an outing?"

"I was still talking to that disgusting'puppy' just now. If he can hold back not spraying his saliva on Saint Mungo's floor while roaring, I will consider calling him a cuter nickname-damn it Werewolf of the world-we are breaking." Doris answered the question lightly.

"They want me to hand you over."

"What did you do?" Daisy felt like she was floating, looking at Dolise in disbelief.

"Take him away from the smell." Doris laughed and touched her chin like an aftertaste. "Don't tell me, that guy's dripping head really looks like a dog."

Daisy’s eyes seemed to lament that Doris was not yet a corpse. You must know that the nature of the object of her offense is still a symbol of horror. I don’t know how many children’s future has been made by him. Fragmented, I don't know how many wizards were torn to pieces or even eaten by him, but now this guy who doesn't know whether to say daring or unconscionable actually told her that she blasted Fenrir Greyback out after splashing water?

"They didn't rush in and kill you!" Daisy admired her a little.

"Then they have to find someone else for Barty Crouch Jr.—and other search team members, Ministry officials, and Death Eaters who were “fortunate” admitted to the hospital—to collect the bodies. Unless they can guarantee that they will never Injury, otherwise offending Saint Mungo is really not a sensible act, what do you think?" Doris said, "The raids are just running dogs who want to earn a bounty. They must first get the official form from the master of the Ministry of Magic. Only the application is qualified to question my approach, and be careful not to be overwhelmed by the anger of the therapists."

"And I happen to have a little network in the Ministry of Magic, and can help me handle these things." Doris said triumphantly. "You can rest here and let them blow the cold wind outside."

"It turns out that this is the way the Bohan family treats guests. Let others blow cold wind outside? Even if I am the Minister of Magic, there is no way to make you do whatever you want." A smiling voice came from the door. , It sounded familiar, they looked towards the door unconsciously, except for Doris, the faces of all three of them were full of shock.