It was already late in the night, and from time to time Harry suddenly stood up to keep himself awake, in fact, Harry's neck hurt a little because he had fallen asleep several times, and his head had been tilted to the side of the tent at an uncomfortable angle.

There was no sound in the tent, maybe Hermione was asleep, and as for Van Lin, Harry didn't know if Van Lin could do that, but now it was up to him to protect the three of them, right?

The night turned velvety black, and Harry felt as if he was floating between apparitions and manifestations, and he raised his hand in front of him to see if he could see his fingers, when a very strong silver light suddenly appeared in front of him through the trees, whatever the light source was, it came silently, as if it were coming at him.

Harry was startled, he almost screamed, but Harry's voice froze in his throat, maybe it was the half-asleep state that affected his judgment, but maybe he could solve it himself.

Harry picked up Van Lin's old wand.

Now, the light was even more dazzling, and he squinted his eyes to see the outline of the trees being illuminated clearly, and the thing getting closer and closer......

...... Then, the light source came out from behind an oak tree, and a silvery-white doe, as silvery white as the moonlight, was dazzling. She walked quietly towards him, leaving no trace on the snow, her graceful head and neck held high, her big eyes, and her long eyelashes.

Harry stared at her, full of doubt, not because of strangeness, but because of indescribable familiarity. He felt like he had been waiting for her arrival, only he had forgotten it, and he didn't remember it until this moment, this time when they met.

The urge to call Hermione and Van Lin up was now gone. He understood that he was going to bet his life on it, and that she was here for him, just for him.

They stared at each other for a long time, and then the doe turned and walked away.

"Don't go," Harry shouted anxiously, but his hoarse voice was of no use, "Come back!"

She seemed to deliberately continue to walk, through the forest, and the light soon became dimmer behind the trees.

Harry shuddered and hesitated.

The nerves that had been tense for so long told him it was a deception, a lure, a trap, but instinct, irrepressible instinct told him that it was not black magic.

The glow gave him a warm feeling, the illusion of falling into a hot spring, and it stiffened Harry's body and even regained a trace of vitality.

Of course, it cannot be denied that this may be an illusion, an illusion, but it has the same aura as Harry.

So Harry set off to catch up.

The snow chirped at Harry's feet, and the doe didn't make any noise as it passed through the jungle, for she was like a light.

The doe guided Harry deeper into the forest.

Harry desperately caught up, sure that when she stopped, Harry would be allowed to approach her properly, and then tell him something he wanted to know.

At last she stopped, turned her pretty head again, and Harry ran at her, eager to ask her, but just as he was about to speak, the doe disappeared.

Like fireflies, it completely dispersed with a snap, and countless silver points of light lit up Harry's surroundings, and then dimmed for a moment.

The darkness engulfed her instantly, but the bright silhouette still remained in front of him, his eyes gradually darkening, and in the blink of an eye he lost his way. Now fear strikes.

"Fluorescent flickering!" Harry gasped and whispered, one end of his wand lit up.

The doe's imprint faded, and Harry stood there blinking, listening to the sounds of the forest, the distant sound of the branches and the sound of snow falling, would he be attacked? Would the doe lure him to an ambush? Would someone be watching him secretly from the range of the wand's flash?

A series of questions flooded Harry's mind as he closed his eyes and tried to establish contact with Voldemort to determine the distance between them.

But in reality, it didn't work at all, Voldemort's mental world was like a fortress, and he was always the only one, not to mention when Harry took the initiative to interview.

Perhaps because of his emotion, the fortress opened a window, and Harry had always only glanced at it before being spotted and banished.

His scar didn't hurt, though, and it calmed Harry a bit.

The scar only warns or affects Voldemort in matters related to him, and now it does not react, which proves that Voldemort has not yet discovered them.

They had just changed their hideout, and it stands to reason that Voldemort couldn't have been so fast......

Calming slightly, Harry exhaled, a calming thing in the cold weather like a cigarette pouch smoked by a Leaky Cauldron patron.

Harry raised his wand a little higher, and no one was running at him, and no green light was bursting from behind the tree.

There are no problems around......

Why, then, did she lead him here?

Something flickered in the light of his wand, and Harry looked over to see that it was a small pond, frozen, and he raised his wand to take a closer look, the dark, broken surface of the pond glowing.

Harry cautiously stepped forward to look inside, the ice on the ground reflecting his distorted shadow and the wand's flashing beam. But beneath the thick, gray mist of ice, something was flickering, and it was a huge silver object. Startled, his heart was about to jump out, and he knelt down at the edge of the pool, angled his wand to let the light shine as hard as possible on the bottom of the pool.

Crimson glitter...... It was a sword with a sparkling ruby at the hilt.

Gryffindor's sword is at the bottom of this lake!

Harry stared down, barely breathing, and the intense sense of surprise made Harry's body numb for a moment, his hands were almost unconscious, and his whole body was bloodshot for a moment......

How was that possible? how could it be in a lake like this forest, so close to their camp, was there some unknown magic that had led Hermione to this place? or was the doe he thought was like a patronus being the guardian of the pond? Or was the sword put down after they had arrived, just as they were all in this place?

Thinking of this, Harry looked up sharply, regardless of whether there would be other people around, a small lighting charm rose into the air, and suddenly, the surrounding environment was lit up by Harry.

However, it didn't work out well.

Aside from scaring away some nocturnal creatures, Harry didn't see a human shadow at all.

The light only lasted a few seconds before it went out, and Harry couldn't control his wand yet, but it was enough.

No one is here...... Or, already gone?

Harry looked uncertainly at the Gryffindor Sword at the bottom of the lake.

In any case, someone must have wanted to give him the Gryffindor Sword, so there is no doubt that that person knew Dumbledore's will and was able to find their place and give him the sword at this time......

Wait, know where they are?

Harry jerked to his feet, and the glowing light scanned his surroundings.

This is not good news, at least, not exactly......

However, the Sword of Gryffindor, which made it impossible for Harry to refuse, at least, Harry could not think of any other way to destroy the Horcrux other than the Sword of Gryffindor.

Perhaps, Van Lin has, but this is the simplest and most effective one!

However, when Harry turned his attention back to the sword lying in the frozen lake, some fear affected the happy mood.

Harry was a little unsure of the sword...... He pointed his wand at the silver sword and whispered, "The sword is flying!"

There was not the slightest movement, which was to be expected by Harry. If it were that simple, the sword would have been placed on the ground for him to pick up, instead of lying in the depths of the icy lake like he is now.

He walked around the ice, trying to figure out how the sword had been delivered to him last time. He was in a particularly dangerous situation at that time, and he wanted help.

"Help me!" he whispered, but the sword remained at the bottom of the lake, unresponsive, unmoving.

Harry muttered to himself (a few more laps) that the last time he got the sword, Dumbledore had told him what was the matter, and that only a real Gryffindor could pull it out of his hat.

But Van Lin and Hermione had tried countless times, and they couldn't easily pull the Gryffindor Sword out of a normal hat.

Maybe they got it wrong?

Gryffindors?

So what qualities should be used to define a Gryffindor?

A small voice came from Harry's head and answered the question. The answer is that courage and chivalry are qualities that Gryffindors should have.

Harry paused and let out a long sigh.

The hot breath Harry exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold air. He knew what he had to do. To be honest, since the moment he saw the sword through the ice, he had already thought that something like this would happen.

He looked around the woods again, making sure that no one was going to attack him at this time. If anyone were going to attack, there would have been too many chances as Harry passed through the forest and observed the glacial lake. And the only reason for not attacking is that this surroundings are too unsuitable.

Harry fumbled with his fingers and lifted his thick clothes, this is where chivalry is needed, and he thought helplessly, although not 100% sure, he didn't call Van Lin or Hermione to replace him, and besides, that was a kind of chivalry?

You can't bully a wounded person and a girl, right? Especially since these two people are still absolutely united front, no matter how you look at it, this work should be done by him.

As Harry began to undress, an owl barked in the distance. This made Harry think bitterly of Hedwig.

The weather in December is so cold that this phrase applies everywhere except around the equator.

He shuddered all over his body and his teeth made a terrible thumping sound, but he didn't stop, and continued to undress until he was left with only his panties and stood barefoot on the snow, he put his wand, his mother's letter, and Hedwig's feathers into the bag, and the old golden snitch into the pocket of his jacket. Then put Van Lin's wand on the snowdrift.

"Divided!"

The ice made a sound like gunfire in silence, and the surface of the lake cracked, and the black ice shook on the sparkling surface.

Harry judged that the lake wasn't deep, but in order to get the sword, he had to dive in with his whole body. No amount of thought could have made this easier, and the water wouldn't have warmed up.

Harry felt like he needed a warm-up charm, but with Vanlin's wand, Harry always felt like he would burn himself to death or something......

Harry cautiously walked to the lake, placed Hermione's still-glowing wand, and then, without thinking about how cold it would be or how violently he would shiver, he jumped off.

Every pore on Harry's body seemed to scream in defiance, and when his shoulders also dived into the frozen water, the air in his lungs seemed to condense into solid, he could barely breathe, his tremors caused many ripples in the water, and he felt like his unconscious feet were cut by a blade.

He hoped that just one dive would be enough.

Again and again, Harry postponed the moment to fully dive in, gasping for breath and shaking his whole body until finally he said to himself that this was something he had to do sooner or later, and then gathered all his courage and dived down.

The cold was so unpleasant that it was like a fire burning through his body, and the pain swept over him, and his brain seemed to be frozen as he made his way to the bottom of the lake to explore the sword.

His fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and he drew the sword upward. Then something wrapped around his neck, he thought it was a weed, even though nothing was swimming towards him while he was diving, and Harbin used his hand to take it away and free himself, but it was not a weed, he had seen the mist that had come out of Nagini's body in Bathilda's house......

This made it harder and harder for Harry to breathe. Harry kicked around desperately, trying to swim back to the surface of the lake, but only pushed himself towards the other side of the lake, full of rocks, feeling heavier and heavier, more and more breathless, desperately trying to break out of the tentacles that were trying to strangle people.

But the frozen fingers didn't have the strength to pull it apart, like Nagini's tail, and now Harry's strength was simply not enough to fight against ......

The consciousness in his mind was fading, and his body was drowning. Everything was gone, nothing could be done, and the arm on his chest was completely immobile, and he really felt death......

...... He felt suffocated and disgusted, and soaked and cold that he had never experienced in his life, and he gradually sank into the snow and ice.

At that moment, a man staggered closer, gasping for breath and coughing, just as Hermione had had come the last time when the snake had attacked Harry, but it didn't sound like Hermione, for the cough was too loud, and the footsteps were too loud.