"What we really want to know, Professor Black, is there anybody else, well, dropping the sword? Maybe it's a cleaning opportunity...... Or something!" Hermione asked, frowning.

Hermione was naturally present when Van Lin used his hat to pull out the Gryffindor sword, but it may have been that the Gryffindor Sword judged that Van Lin didn't need it, so the Gryffindor sword did not appear in Van Lin's hand.

This is what makes Van Lin suspicious of the magic that is applied to the Sword of Gryffindor.

Relying on items to determine whether it is needed or not, that is, Gryffindor would do such an unreliable thing.

Think about the people around you, Sirius, Dumbledore, Harry Potter...... If it weren't for Voldemort's incident, 80% of Van Lin and Hermione would have gone to Ravenclaw, but maybe this is fate?

Ignoring Van Lin's thoughts, Phineas Nigel pauses his eye-saving activity again and lets out a hearty laugh.

"Muggle-born children," he said, "things made by goblins don't need to be cleaned, and for simple-minded girls, goblin silver can be made without dirt." Only absorb what strengthens you. ”

"Don't say Hermione is simple-minded!" said Harry.

"I'm too lazy to contradict you," said Phineas Nigel, "and maybe it's time for me to go back to the principal's office?"

Because he was blindfolded, he began to fumble with the frame, trying to find his way out of the portrait and back to Hogz.

But Harry suddenly had an idea.

"Dumbledore, can't you bring Dumbledore here?"

"What did you say?" asked Phineas Nigel.

"Portrait of Professor Dumbledore...... Can you bring him here, right here, in your frame?" Phineas Nigel turned his head in the direction of Harry's voice.

"Obviously not only Muggle-born children are ignorant, Potter. Only the portraits inside Hogwarts can talk to each other, but they are not allowed to move outside of the castle unless they are going to their own portraits. Professor Dumbledore can't come with me. And after I have been treated like this at your hands, I promise I will never come back again!"

Harry hung his head as Phineas tried harder to get out of the frame.

"Professor Black. Hermione said, "You just told us, excuse me, when was the last time you saw that sword out of its place?" before Ginny took it out, I mean. ”

Phineas snorted impatiently through his nose.

"I remember the last time I saw Gryffindor's sword leave its place was when the boy Vallin went out with it with Dumbledore. ”

"Let's go out together?"

"Horcrux!" Van Lin mouthed.

"But after the change, no one has moved?" asked Van Lin.

"As you did, there are many ways to hide our eyes. Phineas said.

Hermione reluctantly looked back at Van Lin, who didn't dare say anything until Phineas Nigel had found the exit.

"I'm sorry to bother you!" Van Lin said regretfully.

"Alright then, good night. He said scathingly, then stepped out of their sight again. When he was only left with the brim of his hat in the frame, Harry suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute! will you tell Snape everything you see?"

Phineas Nigel poked his blindfolded head back into the frame.

"Professor Snape has more important things to worry about, like the people of Dumbledore. Goodbye, two boys. As he spoke, his figure disappeared completely, leaving nothing but the black blindfold.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted.

"I know!" Harry exclaimed. He simply couldn't control himself, slamming his fists into the air. That's more than he expected. He stood up and strode out of the tent, thinking he could run a kilometer. He didn't even feel hungry anymore.

Hermione rolled Phineas back up and put it back in her beaded pouch. When she buttoned it up, she put the bag aside.

"So, we still haven't found it. ”

"It's a pity. ”

"However, it did not fall into Snape's hands, as Dumbledore's will said. ”

"Then, the sword was copied, and the fake one was placed in a cabinet in the principal's office, at least, after I had used him for the last time. Van Lin said, "I'd rather Dumbledore tell me where it was, though." ”

Harry paused, and his originally somewhat surprised mood gradually cooled down.

They stared at each other, and Harry felt that the unseen answer was floating in the air around them, so close to them. Why didn't Dumbledore tell him, or did he hint, in fact, Harry, but Harry didn't react at the time?

"It's not going to be too far from us. Harry said.

"Think!" Hermione whispered, "Think! where might he put that sword?"

"Not Hogwarts," Harry said as he restarted.

"Somewhere in Hogmound, perhaps?" suggested Hermione.

"Screaming shacks?" said Harry, "no one can get into." ”

"But Snape knows how to get in safely, isn't that a bit of a risk?"

"Dumbledore trusts Snape," Harry reminded her.

"There's not enough evidence that he's swapped the sword!" Hermione said.

"Yes, that's what you said. Harry said, and he was happier than he had been when he thought that Dumbledore had left him something that showed that he didn't trust Snape that much.

"So, Dumbledore hid it in a place that only you can know, Harry!" Van Lin said.

"Well, he'll keep that sword at a distance in Hogsmeade, and then, what do you think, Ron?" Harry looked around, and for a moment he thought Ron had left the tent, and then he saw Ron lying on the dark bed, looking expressionless.

"Oh, remember me, huh?" he said.

"What?"

Ron let out a loud breath through his nose and stared at the underside of the top bunk.

"You three go on, don't let me disturb your good spirits. ”

Harry looked at Hermione in bewilderment, but Hermione shook her head, apparently she didn't know what was wrong with Ron.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Van Lin, after a pause.

"What's wrong? Nothing. Ron said, still not looking at them, "Anyway, it's none of your business." There were a few bangs overhead. It's starting to rain.

"Well, apparently you have something on your mind. Harry said, "Say it all, okay?"

After Harry's words, Ron took his two long legs off the bed and sat up. He looks mean, not like he usually is.

"Well, I'll say it all. Don't expect me to jump up and down happily in the tent, because we still have a lot to do. Things that are on the list of things you don't know. ”

"I don't know?" Harry repeated, "something I don't know?"

Knock, knock, knock......

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fell on the banks of the river covered with fallen leaves around them, and some fell through the darkness into the gurgling water.

Anger took the place of Harry's original happiness.

Ron's thoughts were exactly the same as Van Lin's initial thoughts and fears.

"I've never had a day like this," Ron said, "you know, my arm is broken, I don't have anything to eat, and my back is numb every night." You know, I just hope we're going to do something a few weeks after we're on the run. ”

"I think you know you asked to come," Harry said.

"Yes, I know that. Ron said flatly, as if he were talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"And what makes you inconsistent with your words?" asked Harry, who couldn't contain his anger now. "Do you think we should stay in a five-star hotel? Find a Horcrux every other day? Do you want to go back to your mommy for Christmas?"

"We think you know what we should do!" Ron shouted, standing up, his words like a burning dagger, "We thought Dumbledore told you something!

"Ron!" Hermione screamed, her voice drowning out the rain outside, but Ron ignored him.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Harry said that even though he felt empty inside, his voice was still very calm.

"I've been very honest with you from the beginning. I told you everything Dumbledore had told me. And in case you haven't noticed, we've found a Horcrux......"

"yes, and then, we found a Horcrux, and then we went into hiding, and in the end we didn't even know how to find him, no like that!"

"That's enough, Ron!" said Vanlin, "you should pay attention to what you're saying. ”

"Isn't that what I said? Tell me, what have we been doing? Aimlessly searching for Horcruxes? You stare at a piece of parchment all day, but what do you know?"

"I'm watching, but it's better than you being around all day grumbling and doing nothing. "What do you think you've done?" or whatever?

"yes, I haven't, I do seem irrelevant!" Ron's voice suddenly turned extremely cold, it felt like the first time he faced Voldemort, and then he was pierced by Voldemort's soul.

"Oh, Vanlin, you shouldn't ......" Hermione tugged at Vanlin, but Vanlin didn't answer, just closed the book and looked at Ron coldly.

Was it a mistake to bring Ron out?

Maybe he had too high expectations, or maybe he was too confident in himself and took it for granted that he could change something, but in fact, he didn't change anything, and after satisfying his fantasies, he made things worse?

No, nothing worse!

Van Lin stared coldly at Ron.

"So, I don't understand, what the hell are you complaining about, if you think you can come up with a decent and successful plan for Voldemort, of course, I'll do whatever you say, but you can't. ”

Van Lin said firmly, "I can't either, Harry and Hermione, even Dumbledore, no one can face him with a plan made up out of thin air, we have to have a simple plan, collect Horcruxes, and then kill him, of course, that's the only thing we can do, so, I want to ask you, what are you complaining about? Or, what did I do wrong, or Harry?"

"In other words, who are you to complain about other than that we've been together for a long time?"

Raindrops slammed down on the tent, tears streaming down Hermione's cheeks, and the excitement of a few minutes ago vanished as if it had never been there.

It was as if a small spark burst and went out, leaving only darkness, dampness, and cold.

Ron didn't speak, just stared at them in the dark.

"What are you still doing here?" said Harry, taking a deep breath.

"I don't know!" Ron said.

"You go home. Harry said.

"Okay! I'm getting ready. Ron shouted, and then he took a few steps towards Harry, who didn't flinch. "Didn't you hear them say what happened to my sister? but you don't care, do you, it's just a Forbidden Forest, Harry's 'Bad' Potter doesn't care what happens to her there, well, those giant spiders and werewolves......"

"I'm just saying...... He was with the others...... ...... with Hagrid"

"Yes, I understand, you don't care! whatever happens to the rest of my family, 'The Weasleys can't afford to have any more kids hurt,' do you hear?"

"Yes, I ......"

"Even if you hear it, don't you bother thinking about those words?"

"Ron!" Hermione wiped tears from her eyes with some anxiety, "I don't think that means something happened, something we didn't know. Think about it, Bill has been disfigured, and now many people also know that George has an ear, and you are also guessed to have died or lost his magic, and I'm sure he said these things......"

"Oh, can you be sure, yes? Alright, well, I'm not going to let them worry about us anymore. So, you're fine, of course, your parents are ......?"

"So, that's your reason!" Van Lin stood up and grabbed Ron by the collar.

"Let go of me!" Ron dressed roughly.

"You need to be sober!" As he spoke, Van Lin couldn't help but punch Ron's nose, and suddenly, red blood was left down Ron's nose.

"Everybody is responsible for their own actions, Mr. Ron Weasley wouldn't do that, Mrs. Weasley or Fred, George, Bill, or even Ginny, they're much clearer than your head!"

"yes, I'm not awake!" Ron wiped the blood from under his nose with his hand, "Why should I be sober, I only care about what I care about and what I want to do, if that's wrong......"

Ron didn't finish the second half of his sentence, and suddenly, Ron jerked to his feet, and Van Lin reacted.

But before the two of them could take their wands out of their respective pockets, Hermione had already raised her wand: "There are many obstacles!"

She sobbed as an invisible wall of qi stretched across them, dividing them apart, Ron on the left and the three of them on the right, as if they were two worlds, and couldn't help but send chills to the hearts of several people in the room.

Harry felt a little pain, as if he had broken glass, and he knew very well that there was an irreparable rift between the four of them.

Ron didn't speak, just coldly glanced at the three people opposite.

"So, I'll quit!" Ron said, placing the light extinguisher in his pocket next to the bed, and rushed into the rainy night without saying a word.