The weather was getting colder and starting to get cooler, and in the Gryffindor lounge, the lights were bright, and the light that tended to be warm covered almost every corner of the room, and in the fireplace close to the wall, the red flames were blazing, and the whole room was very warm.

Several scarlet cushioned backrest chairs were placed together, and in the middle was a small coffee table with a pale red long-spout teapot on top of it, and a very thin book next to it, and its yellowed cover made it seem that there was no need to bind it.

"Meow. Crookhill screamed, particularly noticeable in the quiet lounge.

Hermione turned her gaze away from the book she was holding.

Her pet cat, at this time, was quietly curled up in the bamboo basket next to the fireplace, the whole cat shrunk into a ball, the head buried in its own fur, the cat's ears drooped, only revealing a few soft and fluffy yellow hair, I don't know, I thought whose scarf fell here.

It yawned in a daze, then narrowed its eyes again and slept lazily.

Its owner, Hermione Granger, was leaning back in a fluffy chair, spreading a book on her lap and looking back at her own.

A few curly brown strands of hair hung down in front of her forehead, obscuring her vision, and she stared at the book for a moment, then pulled the somewhat messy hair behind her ears.

Dumbledore's "relics" were two books, one was The Tales of the Bard Pedou, which she was holding in her hand, and the other was The Bard Aaron's Observations, which was placed on the coffee table.

The former is relatively complete, while the latter seems to be only a fragment of pages, with only a few thin sheets.

After a short hiatus, classes resumed, and it was soon the weekend.

She used the afternoon of this weekend to patiently read these "relics", hoping to get some messages and hints from the principal.

But almost the whole afternoon had been gone, and Hermione had gotten no useful clues from it.

It made her feel a little irritable and anxious inexplicably.

The figure who pulled her into the cabinet cast a deep shadow on her heart.

What exactly would Voldemort conspiracy do?

Of course, if it were a different day, she would not read with a utilitarian purpose.

Or to gain knowledge, or to get recreation, that is already the biggest goal, but it is obviously different for Hermione now.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't do anything that doesn't make sense.

But Hermione couldn't see what Dumbledore was trying to say, or what hints he wanted to convey to her through this collection of stories.

These little fables, telling everyone, are nothing more than some principles of life.

"The Wizard and the Jumping Pot" tells everyone that they should help others and help everyone around them.

"Fountain of Good Luck" shows that everyone has misfortunes, but as long as you work hard to pursue happiness, you can find your own luck in the end.

The ending of "The Witch's Hairy Heart" is calling for the beauty of everyone's soul to be far more important than wealth and status, and the care of family members and lovers is the best medicine to soothe the soul.

The fourth story, "Babbitty and the Stump," is about a clever and upright witch who outwits a liar wizard.

A series of readings, as an afternoon pastime, is the best thing to do.

Hermione had to admit that these little stories were actually quite interesting and meaningful.

But if you can find any clues that can fight Voldemort through it, it is really a clue.

She looked around, wrapped the scarf around her neck a little tighter, rubbed her palms, and for some reason, the heat of the fireplace seemed to have waned a little, and the warmth of the environment had cooled down a little, and she waved her wand.

"Blankets are flying!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blanket embroidered with a lion pattern and intertwined with pale red and yellow lace slammed open the door and flew out of the girl's dormitory, bringing with it a gust of wind, and the blanket trembled like a wave, and ran down the stairs vertically.

Crookshan, who was sleeping beside the fireplace, heard the noise, opened his eyes keenly, and immediately raised his head alertly, looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger, scratched his face with his paws, and crawled back again, and the yellow hair that stood on end quickly softened.

Keep sleeping.

Eventually, the blanket fluttered over her knees.

Hermione suddenly felt warm again.

She took a breath and decided to read on.

Harry and Ron weren't here for a while, they were going to the library, and they were going to study the secrets of how to find the "relics" they had gotten.

After that, the three of them reunited to exchange experiences.

Hermione lifted her hand and flipped to the latest page of The Tales of the Poet Pedou, which was also the last story in the book.

The first line of words began to meet her eyes.

Once upon a time there were three brothers, at dawn......

Death broke a ..... from the river.

This story made her a little excited, and even subconsciously pinched the somewhat brittle pages.

The Elder Wand, the Cloak of Invisibility, the Resurrection Stone, and the Deathly Hallows, are these the keys to Voldemort's solution?

But after reading it, she was a little disappointed, she didn't know where the resurrection stone was, the Elder Wand was in Voldemort's hand, and the only clue was Harry's invisibility cloak.

Wait a minute, she'll have to ask Harry about his invisibility cloak.

Then, she exchanged the books on the coffee table with the books in her hands.

Now in my hand, it is the "Bard Aaron Observations and Stories", although it looks a little old, when I hold it in my hand, there is still a faint smell of ink.

Turning the title page, such a sentence popped up.

"Lucky readers, it's an honor to read this story. ”

"After fighting with the dragon for too long, I became a dragon myself, and the story I am going to tell today is also the last story I have seen and heard, and it is related to the evil dragon. ”

"The actual content of the story has nothing to do with my first sentence, it was just a casual remark I just said to show the depth of the story. ？”

This is a real collection of insights rather than a formal didactic book, and it is too cheap compared to the delicate binding of the Tales of the Poet Bean, which even has a cover sewn with gold thread.

A blurred silver smoke ran out of the book, and the image of a hippie smiling wizard emerged, and Hermione had to look up at her, a man in a loose millet robe, a tattered hat, a dead grass in his mouth, a wand at his waist, and a hoist, and then the smoke dissipated quickly.

She slowly shifted her gaze back to the book.