And at this moment, in Dumbledore's office on the upper floors of the castle, in an inconspicuous birch cabinet.

Hermione's consciousness gradually recovered, and she woke up from a slumber to find that it was pitch black in front of her, and she tried to stand up, but found that her hands and feet were bound by thick hemp rope, and she didn't know where her wand had been dropped.

She leaned against the solid, cold wooden plank behind her, and seemed to be in the corner of the cabinet, the gap in the door was hidden, and she tried her best to raise her head, only then could she faintly see a faint light coming out of it.

There was some panic in her heart, but she managed to force herself down.

"We need to inform the teachers at the school as soon as possible...... This student is in danger!" It seemed to be the voice of the rich woman in the portrait.

"No matter how you notice, we are a painting!" said Blake's ancestor, Phineas, in a grumpy voice.

Through the wooden door, she seemed to hear the voices of the portraits arguing violently.

But as they say, they are only portraits, and they do not have the ability to come out of them.

You can only rely on yourself.

Hermione tried to untie herself, and to her delight, the rope seemed to be a slipknot and was not very secure, and she groped for it, without relying on magic, and managed to untie it.

Just as she was about to get up.

The closed cabinet door creaked, and an even harsher light came in.

Her heart skipped a beat, and without much thought, her body reacted subconsciously, even without a wand.

You have to strike first, even if you lose your wand, you can't rest on your back.

He threw a punch in front of him, and found that his fist seemed to hit something.

The whole person also lost his balance and broke out of the cabinet door.

Although I subconsciously noticed that something was wrong, I couldn't regret it.

All she heard was a scream of "Ah!" before Hermione could see the situation with the help of the light of the crystal charm above her head—Ron clutched his nose and stumbled back a few steps before slamming into the desk behind him.

"Ron?" she exclaimed, jumping out of the cupboard.

I noticed that I was a little dizzy, and hurriedly held on to the cabinet to stabilize my body.

After a glance, I saw Harry, who seemed to have just hurried in through the door of the office.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Harry asked, hurrying up to Ron's eyes.

"And, Hermione, are you alright?" it was then that Harry breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and saw Hermione.

"It's fine. Hermione calmed her mind for a moment, then gave a reassuring smile to her face.

The Crook Mountain at her feet slammed into her arms, rubbing against her, as if asking for credit.

This fat ginger cat came all the way, panting, for fear that his owner would encounter some terrible danger.

I have to say that the sense of smell is more intelligent than a dog's nose.

"I'm sorry. She said to Ron.

"I thought you were the intruder... Just—" she said with some embarrassment.

"Did someone really break into Hogwarts?" Ron asked without noticing Hermione's apology, ignoring the sharp pain coming from the bridge of his nose.

"I think so. Hermione nodded.

"Then you'll have to look for something missing!" Not far from them, two portraits hanging on the wall urged in unison.

The three of them looked at each other tacitly at this time.

"The Professor's Relic!"

They immediately became nervous, and quickly walked around the floppy chairs and approached Dumbledore's desk.

It was only then that they saw three boxes neatly arranged on Dumbledore's table, from left to right.

Maybe it was put a long time ago.

Did he anticipate that he would have an accident one day?

The three of them thought in unison.

For a moment, I forgot what I was worried about.

A section of parchment pressed under the box at the far right is revealed.

Hermione pulled it out and slowly read out the black text on it, which read- "I, Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore...... If I am in an accident and dies, most of my inheritance will be donated to Hogwarts for teaching expenses, and a small amount of personal belongings will be distributed by my will......"

"The first piece – my light extinguisher will be left with Ron Birllis Weasley, in the hope that he will think of me when he uses it, is the leftmost box. ”

Ron reluctantly opened the box in front of him with one hand, holding up what looked like a silver lighter, but it was actually just a flick to suck up all the lights in a place and light it again.

Ron covered his nose and put the light extinguisher away.

He tried to flick it, and the light on the ceiling went out.

"I have left Miss Hermione Jane Granger with the hope that she will find them interesting and instructive. ”

Hermione flipped through the books, and she wondered if there was something in them that Dumbledore wanted to tell her, a clue hidden.

"What I left Harry Potter with was the Golden Snitch he caught during his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill. ”

"In addition, there are three bottles of Phoenix Tears and White Fresh Essence mixed healing elixir, one small bottle per person, I hope you can use it properly and protect yourself when you are injured. ”

"Of course, this is not partiality, because I suspect that you will face more difficult challenges in the future than ordinary people. ”

Before Harry could guess what Dumbledore meant, he observed the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Then I heard the sound of rubbing outside the door again, and someone went upstairs.

All three clenched their wands, then released them again.

"Granger, are you alright?"

Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, and was almost immediately at the sight of the ruined cabinet, and turned to ask.

"I've got something. Ron covered his nose again and said angrily.

And Hermione suddenly remembered the accident that had just happened.

"Professor McGonagall, outsiders have invaded Hogwarts, before I go into the office. ”

"He knocked me out," Hermione said in a coherent voice.

Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed even tighter.

"Is something missing?"

Since he hasn't appeared until now, and he hasn't been ruthless to Hermione, maybe it's a thief who just wants money?

Professor McGonagall reasoned.

"It seems that for the time being, there are no relics, and the relics left to us on Professor Dumbledore's list are still here, and there is nothing missing. ”

"No, maybe something was lost. Harry muttered a little depressed, as if something had suddenly occurred to him.