Harry's right hand was shaking.

He gripped the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, trying to calm his breathing that was getting tighter and tighter. He felt like there was an extra fire in his lungs, and it was hard for him to even catch his breath.

But he couldn't stop, for Maka had said before she left that he was the one who could hold the sword.

Gryffindor Sword, that's the sword's current name. A thousand years ago, Godric Gryffindor acquired it and made a name for himself with it.

And now, the sword is in his hands.

Remember that Maca also said that this sword is powerful, but it is dangerous. So he could only stay alone in the room of requirement, relying on himself to familiarize himself with it, wield it, and try to mobilize some power that belonged only to it.

"I call its power 'anger,' and if you want to be the true master of it, you have to know how to control the anger in your heart."

"Remember what the Sorting Hat said? Gryffindor House is characterized by courage, courage and boldness, and the bravery that lies in your heart. The storybook that Dumbledore gave you is channeling your will in this regard. ”

"So, temper it with your bravery—I dare not say that this must be true, but from some of my inferences, I don't think it would be ridiculously wrong."

"Give it a try! From the moment the Gryffindor Sword automatically appears in the palm of your hand, it means that it is willing to let you hold it! ”

Harry's mind was replaying over and over what Maca had said.

He didn't know where these so-called "inferences" came from, but he believed in Maca. Even though...... Even though he had held the sword tightly, it hurt Luna.

Halbo's matter Maca didn't go into detail, but Harry experienced the horror of the other party. This time, with Maca's push, Harry was determined to pick up the sword again.

If nothing else, just to prevent his body from being occupied by the other party, he has to give it a try.

"Drink!"

With a low shout, Harry raised his sword once more and swung it out, the bright blade slashing a flickering silver light in front of him.

It's a pity that he still hasn't been able to feel any strange power from it.

"Ahh My arm is so sore......"

Harry shook his hands and muttered to himself.

……

While Harry was swinging his sword alone, Hermione and Ron were outside by the window at the end of the hallway.

There was a small platform for vases and other decorations, but there was nothing in there now, so it was left for them to sit on.

In fact, in addition to Hermione and Ron, even Luna and Neville are here.

Yes, Neville had actually just come out of the school hospital and had some bandages on his head.

In fact, the back of his head had healed yesterday, after all, in Madam Pomfrey's eyes, that little trauma was trivial. However, Madam Pomfrey seemed to feel that the head injuries should be treated carefully, so after the injuries had healed, she gave Neville some herbs to cure his brain.

Oh, poor Neville, let's hope Madam Pomfrey's medicine works wonders! If his brains could be better in the future, it would be Madam Pomfrey's work.

“…… So much has happened to you since I slipped? ”

After listening to Hermione's rough explanation, Neville looked a little surprised. It's just that his tall body and the shrunken head always make people feel a little funny.

"No, it's not just the time you've wrestled," Ron casually, who was sitting next to him, "it's actually been days, maybe more than ......"

As he spoke, he flipped over and over a small bottle in his hand.

It can be seen that there is also a silver shining chain on the cork, which hangs around his neck and on his chest.

Like Harry's storybook, it was a small gift from Dumbledore after his death. Similar to this thing, there was a small piece of dung that had been in Hermione's bag all along.

"What's in here?"

Through the transparent bottle, you can clearly see that it is a gray substance as fine as dust. As he shook the vial repeatedly, the gray sand inside tilted a little.

But other than that, there's nothing special.

"Ahh

Ron pursed his lips, ripped open his collar again, and shoved the vial back.

As much as Maca had said, what Dumbledore had given them might have had a meaning, and Harry's storybook had already shown it.

However, Dumbledore was Dumbledore after all, and if he didn't want to say it explicitly, they probably wouldn't have guessed.

"Hermione, have you found anything new in dungstone?"

Ron suddenly turned his head to the side and asked Hermione, who was sitting on the other side, even though there was clearly no expectation in his tone.

Sure enough, Hermione shook her head.

"I've checked it I don't know how many times, it's really just a piece of dung......" she said without looking back, "and from that point of view, maybe Professor Dumbledore thinks I'm going to be poisoned?" ”

"Speaking of which, you haven't tried splitting it up yet, have you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Hearing Ron say this, Hermione finally turned around and glared at him, "I wouldn't do that, and besides, Maca wouldn't advise me to do that." ”

"Oh, that's amazing!" Ron said helplessly, "Although we already know that Professor Dumbledore's gift is strange, we can't figure out what it is. ”

His words seemed to have come to a hurried end to the conversation just now, and the corners of the corridor were quiet again.

The world outside the window was still raining, and it was endless, giving people the feeling that the whole world was going to be slowly submerged.

This feeling then aggravated the dullness in everyone's hearts. Even Neville, who didn't know much about things, was infected by the atmosphere.

If there's one person here who feels good, it's Luna.

Instead of sitting on the edge of the stone platform with Hermione and the others, she stood alone in front of the window, gently picking at the cold bricks to look out.

Perhaps because of the gusts of wind that blow from time to time, the rain and fog outside also drift inside. It could be seen that the pale blonde hair on her forehead had long been stuck together by the rain, but she didn't care.

For Luna, the world has always been full of fun. Even if in the eyes of others, this rain brings only dampness and cold, but in her eyes, it is as fascinating as a sunny day.

The next moment, Luna was about to reach out and try the feeling of the rain and mist falling on the palm of her hand, but suddenly noticed that there was an extra person beside her.

"Hermione?"

She turned her head and gave Hermione a clean smile as she came to her.

There was another gust of wind outside, and a thick drizzle of rain swept in with it. Both of them subconsciously squinted their eyes, letting the rain sweep over their cheeks and blow the ends of the hair around their ears.

"Luna," Hermione said softly, tucking her hair back, "I want to say 'I'm sorry' to you...... Yesterday you kindly invited me to Hogsmeade with you, but I ......"

"Huh?" Luna blinked her silver-gray eyes, "It's okay, it's all the fault of the bugs...... But it's dangerous! I didn't even know the harassment flies could be so bad, maybe...... Is it a new variety that has been mutated? ”

"Uh......"

Hermione blinked, completely unsure of what to answer.

But luckily, Luna isn't the kind of girl who has to keep the conversation going. Seeing that Hermione seemed to be a little stunned, she took the initiative to gently take Hermione's hand, and a trace of warmth passed from her palm.

"That's right! How did Maca later help you get rid of the harassing fly? Dad said to put the silver cauldron next to the head, and then the harassing fly would think it was another head, so that at least half of them could come out......"

Listening to Luna's words that were getting crooked and crooked, and feeling the warmth of her palm, Hermione didn't want to say anything about apologizing or not apologizing.

In front of this girl, probably no one would want to talk about those somewhat heavy topics.

At this moment, Hermione, who was listening to the harassing fly and looking sideways out of the window, suddenly poked her head out and looked carefully into the dense rain curtain outside.

The outside world was still hazy, and as the sky grew darker, even the large lawn inside the school grounds seemed a little blurry.

Hermione, however, seemed to see some figures, approaching from the school gate in the distance.

"Those ...... Who is it? ”

With Hermione's words, Luna also turned her head to look, and quickly let out a soft "oh".

"Up front is Professor McGonagall," she said, "and today Professor McGonagall is wearing her little black peaked hat that is easily recognizable......"

"Peaked hats? Can you see that? Hermione was surprised.

Soon, however, the appearance of the wizards led by Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's sight. As they got closer, Hermione recognized at least two of them except McGonagall, even from such a high position.

At this time, Ron and the others also leaned into another window opening next to them, and craned their necks to look down at the castle.

"Walking behind Professor McGonagall is Babajid Akinbad, the current president of the International Confederation of Wizards; And then there's Scrimgour......"

"Yes, Minister of Magic, we all know that." Ron interjected, "I just want to know if they're here for ...... Well, let's call Harry out first! A moment later, when Professor McGonagall called us to go, she saw Harry still carrying a sword......"

"Hmm."

Hermione nodded, leading the way to the wall where the entrance to the Room of Requirement was.

But I saw her skillfully walk back and forth three times, and then reached out to grab the doorknob. And the moment the door was hurriedly formed, her palm just happened to be on the copper handle, and with just a slight twist, the door opened.

But in the next second, a low roar suddenly came through the crack in the door.