"So, you two, you guys carried me out of the camp in the middle of the night?" Hermione asked loudly.

"Didn't we get this sword back......" Van Lin said.

"But none of the wounds on your two bodies are good, especially you, Van Lin, who had a fever before. ”

"Rest assured, it was all in the past and now I feel good. Van Lin said.

"It was just an accident, Hermione, someone guided me......"

"So, that man's Patronus is a doe? Whose Patronus is a doe?" said Hermione, sighing, and it was a blessing to get the Gryffindor Sword back, either way.

That person must have been their friend.

"Do you think Kingsley summoned that hinder?" Harry asked weakly.

"Kingsley's Patronus is a lynx, I saw it with my own eyes the day I picked you up. ”

"Oh yes......"

"But...... Harry, do you think it could be Dumbledore?"

"What happened to Dumbledore?"

Harry was a little confused, he couldn't think of anything to do with Dumbledore, except for Dumbledore's will.

Hermione hesitated, then whispered, "Dumbledore...... What do I mean...... That sword was always in Dumbledore's hand, wasn't it?"

Harry froze for a moment, he knew exactly what was expected behind the question. The thought that Dumbledore was back to them, and still watching them somewhere, was indescribably gratifying.

Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore is dead," he said. "I saw it with my own eyes, I saw his body. He's really gone. What's more, his patron saint is a phoenix, not a hind. ”

"But the Patronus can change, can't it?" said Hermione, with some reluctance, "Doesn't Tonks' change?"

"Yes, but if he's still alive, why didn't he come to us? Why didn't he just give us the sword?"

"I don't know," Hermione said.

"Maybe someone else, like I said, a Hogwarts professor. Van Lin said, his eyes fixed on the flames that Hermione had raised in the tent.

"In fact...... I hoped so, too, but he did leave......" Harry said, feeling a little bored, remembering what Van Lin had said about wands.

"Grow faster!"

Harry pointed his wand at the flames, but the effect was not as good as expected, and in the brazier, the flames only shook slightly. Harry tried again. This time the flame was a little bigger.

"Oh, damn it......" Harry poked forward impatiently, as if he had poured oil on it, and the flames burst with the sound of burning sticks.

For a split second, Harry felt like his eyebrows were about to burn.

"Stop...... Hermione screamed, quickly dodging away, her long hair a little bit on fire.

"Oh, I'm sorry, shrink quickly!"

However, the flame did not shrink, but there was a vigorous driving.

"Stop!"

Van Lin hurriedly lifted Harry's spell, and as far as he could see, there was a faint blackened mark on the ceiling directly above the brazier.

"Sorry...... Harry looked down at the holly wand, Harry had felt something was wrong with the fluorescent flicker and blast spell, and now it seemed that the crux of the problem had been found.

All of the spells he used, including the simplest ones, were much less powerful than they had been when he had used to cast spells with the Phoenix Wand.

This new wand has an uncomfortable sense of intrusion, like sewing someone else's hand into his arm.

"You just need to practice," Van Lin said, looking at Harry a little teasingly, "It's a matter of confidence, Harry." ”

"That's right, you just need to adapt to the change, after all, every wand is different......" Hermione said quickly.

Harry knew why she wanted the wand to be okay, and she still felt guilty about breaking his wand.

But there is no way to do it, if Hermione doesn't attack Nagini, he and Van Lin will definitely die in Bathilda's house, just like Bathilda, who is used as nourishment by Nagini.

"It looks like I need to start from scratch, like Professor Williver taught us the first time. ”

"There's no way around it, you can try the simplest. ”

As night fell, and after Hermione's elaborate dinner, the three of them returned to their tents.

Harry was the first to sentry.

Sitting at the entrance to the tent, Harry tried to levitate a small stone at his feet with a holly wand, but his magic still seemed clumsy and powerless than ever.

At this point, Hermione was lying on the bed reading a book, and Van Lin seemed to have thought of something, then took a small wooden wireless radio from his rucksack and tried to adjust the channel.

"Coming from Bathilda's house, I remember Fred and I talking about this channel," he whispered to Harry, "it's a channel that tells real news. All the other channels were on Voldemort's side and were led by the nose by the Ministry of Magic, but this one...... You'll know when you listen to it, it's just amazing. The only pity is that they can't broadcast every night, they have to constantly change locations to avoid being chased, and they need a password to listen to them...... The problem is, I forgot what the last password was. ”

"What's the use of that?"

"I can use alchemy to try to parse it. Van Lin said, placing a finger on it, and the wooden radio emitted a metal-like glow.

"Let me see, this is the receiving device...... Elements in different bands receive different signals...... Hmmm......"

It was the first time Harry had seen Van Lin use alchemy-related magic in front of him.

"I think I've found ......," said Van Lin after a while, seeing that the wooden radio in his hand had completely changed, like a stone turned into gold, and now the wooden radio seemed to be more like metal.

"But...... They don't seem to be broadcasting ......"

"If you two don't mind, I think, Van Lin, you can put that radio on. ”

Van Lin immediately sat upright, "I'm just looking for some ...... for Harry to relax his mind."

"Oh, forget about him, we need to talk. Hermione said, walking over, "We have more important things to work out now. ”

"What?" Harry was a little confused, "I'm practicing if you say wands......"