"It's up to you. Van Lin said, looking at Harry silently, "This is your problem, and you have to solve it yourself." ”

"But, that's your girlfriend......"

"Oh, of course, but, I'm not her!"

Van Lin said firmly, his blue eyes meeting Harry's, "Look into my eyes, Harry, what can you feel?"

"Icy cold...... And also...... You're using a dementor on me?" Harry screamed and jumped away.

"I'm ......" Van Lin raised his hand, then slowly lowered it again, and said faintly, "It's sincere, Harry, when did I lie to you?"

"Like I didn't know you and Dumbledore had done so much behind my back......" Harry muttered, which made the corners of Vanlin's eyes twitch a little.

Harry is ...... It's getting worse and worse......

"Still, you're right, it's up to me, after all, I'm proposing it now......," Harry said hesitantly, in fact, after Ron left, Harry had been digging through his memory and thinking about the past.

"So, Fanlin, tell me if you have any plans...... I think it's a little strange for you, you seem to be a little ...... about Horcruxes right now."

"Not too careful?"

"Hmm......" Harry nodded with difficulty, "can you tell me what is on the paper?"

Fan Lin was slightly stunned, his hand trembled, but he quickly clenched it again.

"Harry, what do you think is there besides wizards...... I mean, who else is going to have this magical power?"

"Vampires?" or ......

"No, no, no, it's not what we know now...... "Fan Lin shook his head and said, "Do you think there will be gods in this world?"

"God?"

Harry looked at Van Lin with some confusion, "Why do you think that?"

"What if, I tell you, they ever existed?"

"Uh......" Harry froze, staring at the crystal ball in his hand, then at Van Lin.

OR ...... Perhaps...... After all, there are so many people left behind by the people of the past...... You know, the stories of the gods, and the legends......"

"What if, I tell you, they're just like us, just creatures that appeared earlier and wielded more power?" said Vanlin with a laugh.

Harry's expression became solemn, and he could see that Van Lin wasn't joking.

"What do you want to say?"

"Although I am very reluctant to say this, there seems to be no way to get around you for what Voldemort is doing, what if there is not only one Horcrux that supports Voldemort, but something else?"

"You mean, he found a ...... God?"

"No, no, Harry, there can't be gods in the world now, and in the past, I can tell you very clearly that they left, or...... Dead. ”

"But if they are gods...... How could it be ......"

"As I said, they're just a bunch of powerful creatures. Van Lin was silent, "Just like a great wizard, no one can escape the end of death, maybe their power can keep life going, but the bubble will burst one day, right?"

"But what does this Voldemort have to do with it?"

"You should know that you have felt it, and that is what Voldemort is working towards. Fan Lin said, his eyes calm and terrifying, "If your fate is tied to him, but now, I'm afraid it's not that simple." ”

"Voldemort ......"

"He's trying to become a god. "If my guess is correct, this altar is part of his preparation, just like he was resurrected with the help of your power a few years ago, and Voldemort didn't stand still." ”

A cold sweat left on Harry's forehead.

"So, you know ......"

"I'm sorry, I really don't know. "What I can do is help you grow up quickly, and as for the rest, to be honest, I've been to a lot of places, but I have to figure it out......"

"Okay......" Harry felt his throat dry a little.

"I'm going to leave it to you about the Horcruxes, Harry, and to be honest, I'm ...... right now It's also very messy......" Fan Lin smiled bitterly and gently tapped his head.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Do what you want, Harry, be bold and do it, maybe, we'll make new discoveries. Van Lin stretched, "We can put this thing aside, can't we, the road must be completed step by step." ”

"Alright!" Harry was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing at Vanlin's surprised eyes.

"Nothing has changed, has it, I've been in contact with him!" Harry tapped his head, "and my feelings tell me I want to go to the High Jack Valley!"

"Then go!"

"So, Hermione......" Harry said in a long voice......

"Oh...... No, no, no, then you're on your own!"

Just when the two were entangled, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a cold wind made the two of them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hermione?" Van Lin tried to ask, but it was as if the two words were stuck in his throat, and his voice was short, as if he had been frightened.

"Of course it's me!" Hermione replied, pulling off her cloak of invisibility.

Hermione had two large bags of things in her hand, all Muggle food, and Van Lin saw a lot of canned food.

"I left the money on the counter...... Hermione muttered, and Van Lin and Harry parted quickly, "I hope they'll find it......"

......

"What are you two doing in a daze?"

"Oh, of course...... I'll ......" Van Lin took three steps and two steps, took Hermione's hand, and then gently led Hermione to the kitchen with one hand.

"They'll receive it, I promise. Van Lin said, listening to Hermione's apprehension, and did not forget to tell Harry to solve it himself as he passed by.

......

Today's dinner was very hearty, and the long-lost canned meat and pasta became extremely delicious, at least, Hermione's cooking was getting better and better, and the fresh mushroom soup was accompanied by the fact that the people in the room had the illusion of returning to Hogwarts.

In fact, Harry felt that way, especially when Van Lin had abandoned him and left him to face Hermione on his own.

After dinner was always satisfying, and it made Harry feel like it was a good time to talk.

But when he actually faced Hermione, Harry felt that things were not so simple.

It felt like a few years ago, when Harry was asking Professor McGonagall if he could go to Hogsmeade without the Dursleys' signature.

......

"Hey...... Hermione, I'm thinking ......"

"Oh, Harry, that's right, and you Van Lin, come and see!"

Hermione said to herself, it was clear she hadn't listened to Harry.

Van Lin turned to face Hermione, and Harry walked over.

Hermione leaned over and pulled out The Tale of Bard Bede.

"Look at this symbol. She said, pointing to the front of the page.

In Harry's opinion, Hermione was referring to the subject of the story (he couldn't read ancient scripts, so he wasn't sure), the picture that looked like triangular eyes, with a vertical line at the pupil.

"But...... I've never studied ancient magic, Hermione. The curry tasted a little bitter and said.

"I know, but it's not magical, and it's not in the pronunciation list. I always thought it was a picture of an eye, but I don't think it's a painting of ink, look, somebody's drawn here, it's not original to the book. Think about it, have you seen it before?"

Van Lin looked at it, and immediately knew what Hermione was going to say, the symbol......

"No...... No, wait. Harry looked closer, "Isn't it worn by Luna's dad around his neck?"

"Well, that's what I thought, too!"

"This is the mark of Grindelwald. Van Lin said, not giving the answer in his heart.

"What?" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.

"That's right, that's ......"

"Harry, you know each other, too?" Hermione said incredulously.

"Krum told me ......," Harry recounted what Viktor Krum had told him at the wedding, and Hermione looked surprised.

"Grindelwald's logo?" she looked away from Harry and turned to the strange marker, then back.

"However, I had never heard of Grindelwald being marked. Nothing I've read about it is mentioned. ”

"Well, like I said, Krum said that the mark was carved into one of Durmstrong's walls, and that Grindelwald had left it there. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

Hermione leaned back in her chair, frowning.

"It's weird. If it's a dark magic mark, how can it be in a children's book?"

"Yes, it's weird. Harry said. "Scrimgeour has already tested it. He is the Minister of Magic, and is supposed to be an expert in the identification of dark magic objects. ”

"I know...... Maybe he thinks it's just an eye, as I used to think. All the other stories have a small picture on the title. She stopped talking, just staring at the strange mark.

Taking advantage of Hermione's daze, Van Lin gently tapped Harry's back with his hand, and immediately, Harry reacted.

Harry Potter's second attempt......

"Hermione?"

"Huh?"

"I'm thinking, I'm ...... I should go to the High Ček Valley. ”

Hermione looked at him, but her eyes didn't shine, and Harry thought Hermione was still thinking about the mysterious mark on the book.

"Yes," she said, "yes, I think so, too." I really think we should go there. ”

"So, did you hear me clearly?" Harry asked, uncertain.

"Of course, you want to go to the High Cybus Valley. I agree, I think we should, I mean, I can't think of anything other than that. It would be dangerous, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt like it was there. ”

"Uh...... What's there?" asked Harry.

At this point, Hermione looked just as confused as he was.

"Well, the sword, Harry! Dumbledore must know you're going back there, I mean, the Valley of Gocone is Godric Gryffindor's birthplace......"

"Really? Gryffindor from Godric's Canyon?"

"Oh my God, Harry, have you ever opened a history of magic textbook?" Hermione said speechlessly, looking a little annoyed.

"Uh......"

It was definitely the first time in months that Harry had felt something good, and the sudden arrival of the sensation made his face stiffen, "I opened it, you know, when I bought it...... It's just that...... Only that one ......"

"Oh well, I knew it...... Since the village was named after him, I thought you could connect the two. Hermione said. Her voice was more like her used to be more like it had been in recent times, and Harry could almost feel like she was going to announce that she was leaving to go to the library.

"There's a little bit of a history of magic about this village, wait a minute......" She opened the bead bag and flipped through it for a while, finally pulling out an old textbook they had at school, Bathilda Batchat's History of Magic, flipping quickly with her thumb until she found the page she wanted.

"The records of the International Secret Act of '89 indicate. The wizard is in seclusion forever. Maybe it's natural. However, they have established a small group of their own in society. Many magical families of small villages and small tribes are attracted and gather to protect each other. The village of Seaworths in Cornwall, the northern region of Frygreen in Yorkshire, and Ottery St. Cachpole on the southern coast of England are some of the notable locations where wizarding families were formed, who lived next to Muggles and sometimes generously financed them. Perhaps the most famous of these semi-magical settlements is the village of High Choler in southwestern England, the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor, where the magician Brumm Wright forged the first Golden Snitch. The cemetery is full of the names of ancient magical families, and there is no doubt that the records of these haunted stories have been circulated for many centuries in the chapel next door. ”

"You and your parents weren't mentioned, though. Hermione said, closing the book, "because Professor Butterat has no account of events later than the end of the ninth century." But do you see it? High Cyrus Valley, Godric Gryffindor, Gryffindor Sword, don't you think Dumbledore wants you to tie them together?"

"Oh yes...... Of course......" Harry didn't want to admit that he hadn't thought of the Sword of Gryffindor when he proposed to go to Godric's Canyon. For his part, his knowledge of the village comes only from the graveyard of his parents, the house that barely kept him alive and Bathilda Baghat.

"Remember what Muriel said?" He finally asked.

"Who?"

"You know. Harry hesitated.

He didn't want to mention Ron's name right now, "Aunt Ginny, the one who said you at the wedding." ”

"Oh, well, that's more rude, and then?" Van Lin quickly took it, lest the three of them think of Ron.

She said Bathilda Bassat still lives in the High Đek Valley. ”

"Bathilda Baghat," Hermione murmured, stroking the name of Bathilda Baghat, the embossed cover of the History of Magic.

"Well, I guess......" Harry's heart fluttered as she panted.

"What?"

"Perhaps, Dumbledore will entrust the Sword of Gryffindor to her, or Harry......" Van Lin said, holding Hermione's hand in one hand, obviously, thinking of Ron, Hermione still didn't feel very comfortable, at least, no matter who it was, it would feel depressed.

"And, most likely, isn't it? Hermione gasped and calmed herself, "She may be one of Dumbledore's few trusted people, but it's hard to guarantee that there won't be any accidents, maybe even if she took the sword away and hid it, it wouldn't be ......."