"Come, let's go to Albania. Even searching the entire country would not take an afternoon. Ron said sarcastically.

This couldn't help but make the other three feel uncomfortable, and since Ron split up, it seemed to have changed his personality.

However, maybe this is the way it is, or maybe in their third year, they were too focused on what Voldemort wanted to do and neglected their friends.

"There can't be a Horcrux there. Van Lin put away the parchment.

"Why?"

"Most of the Horcruxes were made before, and in Albania, Voldemort only has soul fragments left, and even needs to be attached to a snake to survive, do you think Voldemort ......"

"Didn't I tell you not to call him by his name?" Ron called suddenly, interrupting the three of them in their deliberations.

"Oh, well...... "Van Lin held back his anger, "but no matter what, you can't control my thoughts, maybe you can choose not to listen to ......"

"Van Lin......" Hermione tugged at Van Lin's clothes, and naturally, Van Lin didn't say much.

Ron was also sulking with a grim face.

"Let's start with a word about the ground...... I mean, the Horcruxes of the mysterious people. Harry glanced at Ron and said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, okay. Van Lin nodded, "It's certain that there will be no Horcruxes in Albania, and besides, the snake possessed by Voldemort has already been killed by me, which was originally the most likely one." ”

"You mean, Nagini?" Harry remembered the snake that had been attached to him.

"So, Albania can be crossed out. Hermione said, crossing Albania out of her notebook.

"Well, what about the next one, the Borgin-Burke Magic Shop, where he used to be. ”

"I don't think he's going to hide anything in Bogin Bock. Harry said that he had said this many times, but repeating it was only to break the awkward silence, "Borgin and Burke are experts in dark magic objects, and they will recognize this Horcrux at once. ”

At this, Ron visibly yawned. Harry resisted the urge to throw something at him and continued, "I guess he hid something at Hogwarts. ”

Hermione sighed.

"But Dumbledore will find out, Harry!" Harry repeated his point and looked for reasons in favor of him.

"Dumbledore said to me that he was never sure he knew all the secrets of Hogwarts. I'm telling you, if there's a place there......"

"Oh!"

"Mystery Man! and!" Harry yelled, forcing himself to endure, "If there's one place that's really important to Voldemort, it's Hogwarts!"

"Oh, forget it," Ron said mockingly, "his school?"

"Yes, his school! it was his first real home, a place that meant so much to him, and it was everything he was about, even after he was gone......"

"We're talking about the mystery man, right? not you?" Ron asked.

Harry forced himself not to go to see Ron, because Harry was afraid that he would not be able to help but rush out and make a move with Ron.

"And the Ravenclaw Crown, which Van Lin found and destroyed at Hogwarts, maybe there are other Horcruxes at Hogwarts, after all, Hogwarts is big, isn't it, and in many places even Dumbledore can't ......"

"I'll tell you seriously, Harry, Ravenclaw's crown was made when Voldemort was still in school. ”

"And, you told us that the Mysterio asked Dumbledore to give him a job after he graduated. Hermione said.

"Yes. Harry replied.

"And Dumbledore thinks he just wants to come back and try to find something, probably some other House founder's, to make a Horcrux?"

"Yes. Harry replied.

"But he didn't get that job. Hermione said, "So he's never going to get a chance to go there and find the founder's stuff and hide it in the school!"

"And, for sure, we should have our sights on the founder's relics, but it's not at Hogwarts, is it. Van Lin said.

"Well, well. Harry was convinced. "Forget Hogwarts. ”

There are no other clues. They had no choice but to make their way to London, hiding under the Cloak of Invisibility, to find the orphanage where Voldemort grew up. Hermione sneaked into a library and discovered from their records that the place had been rebuilt years ago. They came to its location and found the tower building, which was now a government office.

"Can we try to dig the foundation?" Hermione said jokingly.

"There's no way he's hiding a Horcrux here," Harry affirmed.

He knew this all along. The orphanage had been a place where the demon had tried his best to get rid of, and it was impossible for him to hide a part of his soul here. Dumbledore showed Harry the spectacle and mystery of the place where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes.

This dark, grey corner of London is the most inconsequential place you can imagine, especially with Hogwarts or Gringotts...... Wizard's Bank...... Compare that to a building with gilded doors and marble floors.

Still without any new ideas, they continued to shuttle through the countryside. To be on the safe side, they set up their tents in a different place every night, and every morning they made sure to remove all traces of their visit before setting off to find another remote and secluded spot.

The apparition has been to many forests, narrow mountain streams, purple wilderness, gorse-covered mountains, and protected coves with many pebbles.

Compared with the anxiety of curry rice, Van Lin's state of mind has become more and more peaceful.

The magic array Tu Van Lin who got it from Alex probably had an eyebrow, and ironically, Van Lin was in a hurry to speculate as much as he could about Voldemort's other deep meanings, and it was indeed just a resurrection magic.

On the other hand, Voldemort is not the one who resurrected the present, he is ready to break the rules of time and drag the Grim Reaper, who was still intact and powerful in the past, out of time.

Van Lin thought that he had probably thought of what was needed, but the problem was that only the Ministry of Magic could do it with a time turner, but it wasn't realistic to use it to reverse thousands of years of time, right?

Thinking of this, Fan Lin was a little relieved, just like them, in the continuous attempts, he found that he was ultimately doing useless work.

......

"What's wrong? what do you see?" Van Lin asked, looking up at a grimacing Harry, "Are you ......"

"A face," Harry muttered quietly, "the same face." The thief who stole from Grigovich. ”

Whenever this happens, Ron turns his face away, making no secret of his disappointment. Harry knew that Ron wanted to get news about his family or the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, but, after all, Harry wasn't a TV antenna, and he could only know what Voldemort was thinking at the time, not what he wanted to know.

Apparently, Voldemort was constantly thinking about the elated but unknown teenagers, including their names and whereabouts.

Harry could be sure that Voldemort didn't know much more than he did.

As Harry's scar continued to burn, the happy blonde boy was still looming in his mind. He had to try to hide any expression of discomfort or pain, as the others had no reaction other than impatience when he mentioned the thief.

Ron and Hermione didn't pay attention to it, and through the Elder Wand, Van Lin could guess who Harry was talking about.

Grindelwald?

The last owner of the Elder Wand before Dumbledore.

Voldemort would eventually find the Elder Wand, which Van Lin never suspected, but it was unknown how long it would take.

Van Lin has been trying to find a way to contact Fawkes, because he wants to meet Dumbledore, but the problem is that Fawkes has not responded at all now, and as for Dumbledore's location, Van Lin can't find it at all, and it is hidden by magic.

As for Harry, the long search finally left Harry in endless confusion.

Frustrated, Harry tried to think more broadly about the Horcrux's location, but the only place that came to his mind was Hogwarts.

However, Van Lin did not think about it at all, Ravenclaw's crown had been destroyed, so he did not give his opinion again.

Autumn swept the leaves over the village they passed. Therefore, the tents they erected also had fallen leaves as cover.

Nature's fog seems to have joined the Dementors' thick fog, and the wind and rain have come to their trouble. In fact, while Hermione was better able to identify edible fungi, it couldn't compensate for the loneliness of isolation, detachment from the group, and their ignorance in the battle against Voldemort.

"My mother," Ron said one evening, when they sat in their tents on the banks of the Welsh River, "could conjure delicious food out of the thin air." ”

He became more irritable and irritable when he saw the many burnt colored fish in his plate.

Van Lin looked at Ron's face impatiently, a desperate environment always makes a person's temperament change, doesn't it.

"There's no way your mom can conjure food out of the air," Hermione said unacceptably, "no one. Food is the first component of the five most important exceptions to ocean law......"

"Oh, to put it simply, can't you?" said Ron, revealing the munching fish between his teeth.

"It's impossible to conjure food out of thin air! you can summon it from a place you know beforehand, you can change it, and if you already have some, you can increase the number of it......"

"Well, I don't want to increase the number of this stuff anyway, it's disgusting. Ron said.

"I did my best to do the fish Harry caught, and I noticed that I was always the one who picked the food when I was almost done!" Hermione said a little irritably, and put the plate down in her hand......

"Don't talk about it......" Van Lin looked at Ron coldly, "Tomorrow you can come and cook, Ron, you can find some food and try to turn them into edible things with magic, and we'll sit there and grumble with a long face, and then you'll know you're ......"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Lin looked out with some vigilance as if he had been choked by the neck.

"Of course, I think I ......"

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry continued, and the man stood up.

Van Lin also got up and glanced at Harry, and then, with a nod from the two of them, hurried out, the black river rolling behind them, and suddenly, Van Lin heard the voice again.

He looked around in the glow of his wand. Nothing is moving.

"You cast the Earplug Listening Charm here, didn't you?" Van Lin asked Hermione in a low voice.

"I did everything I could. She replied in a low voice, "Earplug Listening Charms, Muggle Expulsion Charms, Daydream Charms, you name it. It is impossible for them to hear or see us, no matter who they are. ”

The sound of heavy footsteps, and the sound of some rocks and branches sliding, told them unmistakably that some people were climbing down the cliffs, to the wooded slopes, to the narrow banks of the river where they had camped.

They drew their wands and waited. The magic they cast here would protect them from Muggles and ordinary wizards, especially in the dark. If they are Death Eaters, then their defensive magic will begin to be tested by the Dark Arts for the first time.

The sound grew louder and louder, but it didn't become clearer, as if a group of people had come to the riverbank.

Van Lin estimated that they were less than twenty feet away, but the sound of the waterfall made him uncertain. Hermione took out the beaded bag and began to rummage for something, and after a while she found a few telescopic ears and gave each of them one, and they hurriedly shoved one end of the flesh-colored string into their ears and threw the other end out of the tent.

A few seconds later, Van Lin heard a tired male voice. "There should be some salmon here, or do you think it's too early for the season?

A few distinct sounds of water splashing, followed by the sound of fish struggling quickly. Someone grunted in appreciation.

Van Lin sent his telescopic ear deeper into his ear: he could make out many sounds besides the river, but they didn't speak English or any human language he had ever heard. It was a rude, harsh language, a clicking sound coming out of the throat. And it sounded like two people talking, and one of them sounded a little deeper and slower.

The flames burned more and more on the other side of the tent, and a huge figure swayed in the light of the fire through the tent. The tantalizing aroma of the grilled fish wafts in their direction. Then there was the clanging of cutlery and plates, and the first man spoke again.

"Here you go, Pull Ring, Dirk. ”

"Elf!" Hermione said to Van Lin with a lip sync, and Van Lin nodded, confirming Hermione's thoughts.

"Thank you. The elves spoke together in English.

"So, how long have you three been on the run?" asked a new, mellow and pleasant voice that was familiar to Van Lin's vague sense, and he imagined a round, smiling face.

"It's been six weeks...... Seven weeks ...... I forgot. The man dragged his tired voice and said, "It's only been a few days since I met Ra Ring, and I've joined Dirk's team soon after, and I'm glad to have reached an alliance with you." ”

He paused for a moment, scraped the knife against the cup, and then picked it up from the ground and put it back on.

"Then why did you leave? The man continued.

"I knew they were going to attack me soon. Ted said in a sleek voice, and Harry immediately realized who the man was: it was Tonks' father.

"When I heard that the Death Eaters were in that area last week, I decided it was best to escape. So you see, I know that sooner or later there will be this day, and I will have to leave in the end. My wife will be fine, she's a pureblood, and I saw Dean there, well, a few days ago, right, kid?"

"Yes," said the other voice, and Van Lin, Hermione, Harry, and Ron looked at each other, unspoken but agitated, and they were sure they recognized it as Dean Thomas's voice, their classmates at Gryffindor.

"Muggle origins, huh?" said the first man.

"I'm not sure," Dean said, "that my father abandoned my mother when I was a child." I don't have any proof that he's a wizard. A moment of silence followed, except for the sound of chewing. Then Ted began to speak again.

"I must say, Dirk, I'm surprised to meet you. Delighted, but surprised. Rumor has it that you've been caught. ”

"I was caught," Dirk said, "and I escaped halfway to Azkaban." Someone knocked Delix unconscious, and then I snatched his broom. It was easier than you think, and I don't think he was awake at the time. He may have been controlled by the Imperius Curse. If so, I would shake hands with the wizards who cast spells on him because they saved my life. ”

There was silence again, only the crackling of flames and the surging of rivers. Then Ted said, "Which side are you two on? I, uh, always think that the goblins are on the side of the mystery man, by and large. ”

"Your idea is wrong. The goblin with a high voice said, "We are not on either side. This is the war of wizards. ”

"Where are you going to hide next?" "I want to be cautious," said the elf in a deep voice, "and I declined what I thought was a reckless request. I knew very well that I was in danger. ”

"What did they tell you to do?" Ted asked.

"Such a request is an injury to the dignity of our race," replied the goblin, whose voice was rougher than human-like as he said this, "I am not a house-elf. ”

"What about you, Pull Ring?"

"For the same reason," said the high-voiced elf, "Gringotts is no longer under my control. I don't approve of those wizard administrators. It muttered something it didn't understand, and Dirk laughed.

"Is there anything ridiculous?" Dean asked.

"Haha," said Dirk, "there's something out there that even wizards don't know." ”

There was a brief silence.

"I don't understand......" Dean said.

"I took a little revenge before I left. "Pull the ring said in English.

"Good man...... Good goblin, I mean. Ted hurriedly revised it. "I guess you locked the Death Eaters in a tall, hidden cavern, didn't you?"

"If I had done that, the sword would not have helped him escape. Pull Ring replied. Dirk laughed again, and even Dirk let out a delicious laugh.

"Dean and I still don't quite understand. Ted said.

Severus Snape was the same, though he didn't know what it was. Ra Ring said, and the two spirits let out a malicious laugh together.

Harry was almost choking in excitement in the tent, and he and Van Lin glanced at each other, trying to hear the voices.

"Haven't you heard of that, Ted?" Dirk asked, "about the students who tried to steal the Gryffindor Sword from Snape's office at Hogwarts?"

It was as if an electric current was running through Harry's body, pricking his nerves and causing him to take root.

"I haven't heard a word," said Ted, "and the Daily Prophet doesn't report it, does it?"

"Not at all," Dirk giggled, "Pull-Ring told me from Bill Weasley, who worked at the bank. One of the students who wanted to get the sword was Bill's sister. ”

A few of them glanced at each other, and it was obvious that Harry and Ron were both clutching the telescopic ear as if it were their lifeline.

She and two other friends entered Snape's office and smashed the glass box that was clearly holding the sword. Snape caught them as they tried to smuggle their swords down the stairs. ”

"Oh, God bless them," said Ted, "what do they think that they can defeat the Mystic with this sword, or defeat Snape himself?"

"Whatever they wanted to do with the sword, Snape didn't think it was safe to leave it there any longer," said Dirk, "and after a few days, he might have been instructed by the mysterious man to send it to London for preservation." ”

The goblins laughed again.

"I don't know what's so funny about that. Ted said.

"That's fake. Pull Ring said in a shrill voice. "The Gryffindor sword!"

"Oh yes. It's just an imitation—a wonderful imitation, you can be sure...... But it was made by wizards. The original sword was made by goblins centuries ago and will certainly have some of the characteristics of elven armor. Wherever the real Gryffindor's sword is, it's certainly not at Gringotts Bank anyway. ”

"I see," Ted said, "I don't think you told the Death Eaters about it, did you?"

"I don't see any reason to bother them with such a thing. Said the Pull Ring self-righteously.

Now Ted and Dean laughed with Dirk and Dirk. In the tent, Harry closed his eyes, hoping that someone would ask some questions that Harry needed to know the answers to.

After a long minute, Dean spoke, he was (Harry shuddered at the thought of it) Ginny's former boyfriend.

"What happened to Ginny and the others? ”

"Oh, they were brutally punished. Pull Ring said nonchalantly.

"So, are they okay now?" Ted asked quickly, "I mean, the Weasleys can't afford to have any more kids hurt, can they?"

"They weren't seriously injured, as far as I know. Ra Ring said.

"They're so lucky," Ted said, "and from Snape's record of words and deeds, we should be glad they're alive." ”

"You believe that story, don't you, Ted?" Dirk asked, "Do you believe Snape killed Dumbledore?"

"Of course I believe it," said Ted, "you're not going to sit there and tell me what you think Potter did?"

"It's hard to be sure what to believe these days. Dirk grunted.

"I know Harry Potter," Dean said, "and I'm sure he's real...... Savior, or something else. ”

"Yes, there are many who believe that he is, kid," Dirk said, "including me." But where is he now? He ran away in the face of so many things. Do you think he knows a lot of things that we don't know, or has some special mission, or is he out fighting, resisting, not hiding? And you also know that the Daily Prophet has been unsparing against him......"

"Daily Prophet?" said Ted mockingly, "if you still read that paper, you deserve to be deceived, Dirk." If you want to know the facts, just watch "Singing the Opposite". ”

As soon as the words fell, a breathless vomiting sound sounded, getting louder and louder. Dirk swallowed a fish bone. At last he spat and said, "That tattered magazine of the old madman Chenon Ferrius Lovegood?"

"It's not very strange in the magazines these days," said Ted, "and you need to look at the fact that Shenon Ferrius has published the fact that all the Daily Prophets are deliberately not published. Now no more tangled with those crooked snorers. For a long time they wanted to work with him, I don't know. However, on the front page of each issue, Shanon Ferrius said that those wizards who fought against Voldemort should prioritize helping Harry Potter. ”

"It's hard to help a boy who has disappeared from the world. Dirk said.

"Look, the fact that they haven't caught him is an accomplishment in itself. "I'm glad he doesn't have any news now, and that's what we're doing, hiding in a safe place, isn't it?"

"Yes, you're on the point," Dirk said heavily, "at a time when the entire Ministry of Magic and all their followers were looking for him, I'd rather see him arrested now." It's also possible that they had already captured him and killed him without making it public, wasn't it?"

"Oh, don't say that, Dirk," Ted muttered.

There was a long silence, save for the click of a knife and fork. When they spoke again, they discussed whether they should sleep on the riverbank or retreat to sleep on the slope overgrown with trees.

Then they felt that the trees could cover them better, so they put out the fire and climbed back up the slope, and their voices faded away.

Several people rolled up their telescopic ears.

Harry found it difficult to be silent after overhearing the words, and he couldn't even say one more word: "Ginny...... That sword ......"

"I understand!" said Hermione. She rummaged through her beaded bag, this time reaching deep into her armpits.

"Here...... We...... In ......" she squeezed a few words out between her teeth, apparently she was struggling to pull something out of the depths of the bag. Gradually, a richly decorated frame was revealed.

Van Lin hurried to help her. As they held up the empty portrait of Phineas, Hermione kept pointing her wand at the portrait, ready to cast a spell at any moment.

"If someone had stolen that sword in Dumbledore's office," she gasped, leaning against the side of the tent, "Phineas Nigel would have seen it, and his portrait hung next to that place." ”

"Unless he's sleeping. Harry said.

"No, no, no, these don't need to sleep. Van Lin said, staring intently at Phineas' portrait.

Snape wouldn't actually kill Ginny, but what Snape did to George was clearly not reassuring.

Harry waited with bated breath as Hermione knelt in front of the empty canvas, and he became very anxious, if he could, Harry really wanted Ginny to do nothing.

What the hell did Snape do to Ginny?

Hermione's wand was pointed at the center of Chinatown, clearing her throat and saying, "Uh...... Phineas Nigel?"

Nothing appeared.

"Phineas Nigel?" said Hermione again. "Professor Black, may we talk to you? please!"

"The word 'please' is always useful. A hypocritical voice said Phineas Nigel slipped into his portrait.

This caught Hermione off guard.

In the next second, a black blindfold immediately covered Phineas Nigel's sly, black eyes, causing him to crash into the frame and scream in pain.

"What...... How dare you...... What are you going to do......

"I'm sorry, Professor Black," Hermione said, "but it's a necessary defense!"

"Take this filthy attachment right now! Take it away, I said, you're destroying a work of art! Where am I? What's going on?"

"You don't need to know where you are," Van Lin said faintly, and Phineas Nigel stopped trying to peel off his dark blindfold as if he had suddenly frozen.

"Could it be that the source of this voice is the missed Mr. Al?"

"If you really think so. Van Lin said, looking at Harry.

"We have a few questions for you...... About that Gryffindor sword. ”

"This is, Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, as you wish. ”

Phineas came with great interest.

"Uh," Phineas Nigel said, turning his head to try to see Harry, "yes, the most ignorant thing that stupid girl has done there......

"You don't talk much about my sister. Ron said rudely, unhappy with Phineas's words.

But Phineas Nigel raised his eyebrows arrogantly.

"Who else is here?" he asked, turning his head around, "your voice annoys me! That girl and her friend are the most idiots of all. Trying to steal from the principal. ”

"They weren't stealing," Harry said, "and the sword wasn't Snape's. ”

"It belongs to Headmaster Snape's school," Phineas said unceremoniously, "why did that girl with the surname Weasley get it? she deserves to be punished, along with the idiot Longbottom and that mad girl!"

"Neville isn't an idiot, and Luna isn't crazy!" Hermione said.

"Where am I?" Phineas Nigel repeated, struggling with his blindfold again. "Where did you take me, and why did you remove my portrait from my ancestral home?"

"Leave that alone!, how did Snape punish Ginny, Neville, and Luna?" asked Harry eagerly.

"Professor Snape sent them into the Forbidden Forest to do something for that stupid big Hagrid. ”

"Hagrid isn't a big stupid man!" Hermione said sharply.

"Snape probably thinks it's punishment," Harry said, "but Ginny, Neville, and Luna will be happy with Hagrid." Forbidden Forest ...... They've faced a lot of things worse than the Forbidden Forest, and that's good!" He felt relieved, and he kept thinking about the horrors, or at least the Mind Drilling.