Bill and Fleur's house sits alone on a cliff by the sea, with walls painted with white lime and embedded with shells.

It's a secluded and beautiful place. Everywhere in the house or in the back garden, Van Lin could hear the sound of the raging water and the tides, like a giant sleeping animal breathing.

However, all this seems to have nothing to do with them, and in fact, Van Lin has no way to appreciate it at all.

For the next few days, Van Lin spent most of his time finding various excuses not to stay in the crowded hut with them, but to immerse himself in the breathtaking cliff seascape, feeling the vast sky and sea, and tasting the salty cold wind blowing on his face.

Harry hadn't woken up until now, and in fact, getting Harry back inside the Shell House was a struggle.

The magic of Van Lin was constantly flowing, and although it was not absorbed by Harry, it was as if he was fighting against a powerful wizard all the time.

It was Voldemort's power, and there was nothing they could do about it.

It looked like Harry had to stop his journey, and even the most basic life sustaining was a means of isolation that had been found after two days of research by Van Lin.

Bill finds a chunk of Nightgi's skin, and Van Lin gives them the opportunity to help Harry replenish his basic life through some isolated magic runes.

But Harry still hadn't woken up, and Van Lin had felt that Harry's mental world was simply a mess, with the fear of death enveloping Harry, and some crazy thoughts, and Van Lin couldn't even invade Harry's deeper spiritual world.

Unless the part of Harry's body that belonged to Voldemort was removed, Harry would be left to his own when he woke up.

Others were obviously more worried, although Van Lin had said that Harry would not just die, but in fact, Harry was not in any better condition than death now.

"Dumbledore shouldn't have left the Elder Wand behind. Hermione said that the girl was very worried about Harry's situation, and that Voldemort's power was like a dark cloud over them.

It wasn't a very obvious feeling, even though they had fought Voldemort and his men several times, but in the end they all survived, but this time Harry fell.

"Harry is just blinded and he'll wake up, I promise. Van Lin said, pondering how to revive Harry.

"But is he really dead?" Ron asked reluctantly. When Ron found Hermione and Verlin, Vanlin was staring intently at the wall separating the garden from the cliff.

In fact, Van Lin really didn't want Ron to find him, and he didn't want to repeat the explanation.

But this time, Ron seemed to realize something.

"If he died, why did he leave the Elder Wand there, Hogwarts Snape was headmaster, and no one was going to stop Voldemort. ”

"Maybe Dumbledore didn't think of it. Van Lin said.

"No, I don't think so......" Ron shook his head, "he's Dumbledore." ”

"But there's nothing he can do to help us right now. Van Lin said quickly, "All we can do now is trust Harry." ”

"But, I think Harry might ......"

"Don't be stupid, Ron!" Hermione pursed her lips, "That's how we've always been. ”

"Okay, don't talk about it!" Van Lin stood up a little irritably, trouble after trouble, instead of waiting for Harry to solve it, Van Lin might as well do it himself, he had been thinking about it for a long time these days, in fact, he had been too dependent on Harry's role with Voldemort, feeling Voldemort's changes, but now that Harry was unable to accomplish this, maybe it would be a good thing to rest here, he could ......

"Van Lin!"

A sudden call interrupted Vanlin's train of thought, it was Fleur's voice.

Van Lin turned around, and Fleur had already walked out of the house, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"Van Lin, Ah Huan wants to talk to you, he's in that smallest bedroom, he said he doesn't want to come here and eavesdrop. Fleur clearly didn't like the elves calling her to talk, and she looked angry when she turned to walk into the house.

It should be said that Fleur's mentality is the best one, she is not a Hogwarts native, and the threat of Voldemort and Harry's role is not instilled like a biography.

In Fleur's eyes, Harry was nothing more than a boy who had survived, with a lot of courage but ...... in ability

Fleur trusted Van Lin more than Harry, after all, they were more familiar friends.

Van Lin nodded, and walked directly with Fleur without dwelling on it.

As they walked into the smallest bedroom where Hermione and Luna lived, Pull Ring was waiting for them, as Fleur had said. He closed the curtains to block out the clear sky of white clouds, and the originally airy and bright hut was shrouded in a flaming red.

"I've decided, Vanlin Eyre," said the elf, sitting cross-legged on a low stool, his long fingers tapping his arm. "Although the goblins of Gringotts will rebel, I have decided to help you......"

"It surprised me, goblin. Van Lin raised an eyebrow, "That's what Harry asked you for, but now he's ......"

"You saved me, I don't believe in any prophecy, goblins are very pragmatic. ”

"Very well, say your conditions. Van Lin nodded.

"In return," said the elf firmly, "it will be repaid." ”

"What do you want—magic, power, or gold?"

"Neither, I don't want gold," said Rawa, "I have." His black eyes sparkled, and there was no whites in his eyes at all.

"I want that sword, Godric Gryffindor's sword. ”

Van Lin's face darkened, "I can't give it to you," he said, "I'm sorry. But actually, it doesn't belong to me!"

"In that case," the goblin said softly, "there's a problem between us. ”

"We can give you something else," Ron said enthusiastically, "I bet Lestrange must have gotten his hands on quite a few things, and once we're in the vault you can take your share." ”

But Ron had said the wrong thing. Pull Ring blushed angrily.

"I'm not a thief! Kid, I'm not going to try to get my undeserved riches!"

"That sword is our ......"

"No, it's not. Ra Ring yelled angrily.

"But we're Gryffindor, it's Godric Gryffindor......"

"And whose was it before Gryffindor owned it?" the elf asked, sitting up straight.

"Nobody," said Ron, "the sword was made for him, wasn't it?"

"No!" the elf shouted, pointing angrily at Ron with its long, narrow fingers. "It's the arrogance of the wizards again! The sword was originally Regnook's, Godric Gryffindor took it from him! It's the lost treasure, this sword is the work of the goblins! It's the goblins! It's my reward, give it or not, you see!"