“...... Are you sure you've thought it through?" asked Harry insisted.

"Well, Harry, it's not just you. Or Fanlin, or ...... Others!" Hermione was a little angry, compared to the pitiful appearance in front of Van Lin, and the sudden interrogation made Harry a little confused.

"Look," Hermione said, slamming "Travelling with the Mountain Monsters" into the discarded pile of books, her grumpy expression. "I've been packing up for a few days, so we're ready to leave quickly, and the information for reference already includes very difficult magic, and even I've moved what the Order of the Phoenix has prepared, those potions...... I had even altered my parents' memories before they came, so they were convinced that their real names were Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their desire was to move to Australia, and that they were now there, and that would allow Voldemort to hunt them down and interrogate me about my whereabouts...... Or yours, because unfortunately, I used to tell them something about you. ”

"If I survive our search for Horcruxes, I'll find Mom and Dad and undo the magic. If I don't ...... Okay, I think I've cast a good enough spell to keep them safe and happy, Wendell and Monica Wilkins didn't know they had a daughter, you know," Hermione's eyes began to flicker again.

"Oh, Hermione, you shouldn't have carried me behind your back......" Van Lin was a little silent, "and I'm still here...... I mean......"

"You've been tampering with Mr. El's memories, you've deliberately reduced your contact with the Muggle world, but you've been back to London behind my back......" Hermione cried.

This made Harry's heart a little clogged......

"I ...... Hermione, and, Van Lin...... I'm sorry...... I don't ......."

"Didn't you two realize that Ron and I knew very well what might happen if we were with you? We know, really, Ron, show them both what you've done. ”

"Oh...... No, the two of them just had dinner," Ron said.

"Hurry up, the two of them need to know!" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, okay, guys, come here. Ron said helplessly, and walked to the door with a somewhat heavy body. "Come on. ”

"What is it?" Van Lin looked at Hermione with some confusion, "What are you two plotting?" or, the three of you?"

"Just follow along!"

Following Ron out of the room, the four of them came to a small landing of stairs. "Flash," Ron muttered, his wand pointing at the low ceiling, a hole opening just above them, and a ladder slid to their feet. A terrible, half-sucking, half-moaning sound came from the square hole, accompanied by a disgusting smell like an open stinking gutter.

"That's your ghoul, isn't it?" asked Harry, who had indeed never encountered such a creature that interrupted the silence of the night from time to time.

"Yes, this is it," Ron said, climbing the stairs, "Come and see." ”

Several men followed Ron up the short staircase into the small attic. In fact, Vanlin's head and shoulders had barely reached into the attic when he caught a glimpse of the thing curled up a few feet away from him, its mouth wide open and sleeping in the darkness.

"But it'...... It looks ...... Do ghouls usually wear pajamas?" Van Lin felt a little subversive, didn't this dark creature hide in the cemetery and be in tatters?

"No," Ron said, "they don't usually have red hair and lots of pustules either. ”

"Uh......" Fan Lin was a little speechless, he really didn't have much interest in the image of ghouls, originally Fan Lin thought that those yin corpses were bad enough.

And the more Harry thought about it, the more disgusting it became, it had the same size and height as a human, and now that Harry's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he could clearly see that it was wearing one of Ron's old pajamas, and he was sure that ghouls were generally quite slimy and bald, not like this, with very clear hair and covered with water all over the body, like a face that had swollen purple from anger.

"Is that me, like me?" said Ron.

"No," said Harry, "I don't think so. ”

"I'll explain it when I get back to my room, the smell is unbearable. Ron said.

The four of them quickly climbed down the stairs, and Ron put the ceiling back in shape and sat down on his bed.

"As soon as we leave, this ghoul will come down and take up my room, right in this position, my bed......" Ron Ron slapped his bed, though it seemed a little reluctant, "I think he really longed for that day...... Well, it's hard to say, because all he can do is moan and drool...... But...... It nods vigorously when you mention it, he's going to be my stand-in with Death Spot Valley Disease anyway, isn't it, huh?"

Harry's mind was in turmoil.

"It's great!" Ron said, perfectly and visibly disappointed that Harry hadn't grasped the plan. "You think that when a few of us are no longer at Hogwarts, everyone will think that I and Van Lin and Hermione must be with you, right? That means the Death Eaters will go straight to our family to see if they have any news about your whereabouts. ”

"But, hopefully, it will look like we've left with Mom and Dad, and a lot of Muggle-born wizards are talking about going into hiding at the moment. Hermione said.

"We can't hide my whole family, that looks stupid, and they can't all leave their jobs behind. "So we're going to make up a story that I have a bad death-spotted disease, and that's why I can't go back to school, and if somebody comes to investigate me, mom or dad will show them the pustular-covered ghoul in my bed, and deathspotted disease is really contagious, so they won't want to come near him, and he won't be able to speak and it won't cause trouble, because, obviously, once the germs get to your tongue, you can't tell." ”

"So...... Your mom and dad are involved in the project, too?" asked Van Lin incredulously, if that was the case, Ron had made a sacrifice that was a bit too big.

"Dad is like this, he helped Fred and George transform the ghouls, and Mom ...... Well, you've seen her attitude, and she won't agree...... Until we leave. ”

Everyone was silent, except for Hermione's soft parting of the book, Ron leaned back and continued to lie on the bed, Harry looked at this and that, unable to say anything, the measures they had taken to protect his family made him realize that there was not just anything else that could be done, that they really wanted to be with him and Van Lin and that they knew exactly how dangerous it would be, and that he wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he couldn't find enough weight to express his feelings.

In the silence, Mrs. Weasley's screams could be heard from the fourth floor.

"Ginny may have got a spot on that moldy napkin ring," Ron said, "and I don't know why the Delacours had to come two days after the wedding." ”

"Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, she's the bridesmaid, she needs to be here first, and she's too young to do it herself," Hermione said, hesitantly watching Swim with the Banshee.

"The guests couldn't take the pressure off my mom," Ron said.

"What we really need to decide is," Hermione said, tossing Defence Against the Dark Arts into the box without a glance, and picking up the European Assessment of Magical Education, "where are we going when we leave here?" I know you said you wanted to go to the High Cenker Valley first, Harry, I see why, but ...... Well...... Shouldn't we go find the Horcrux first?"

"If we know where any of the Horcruxes are, I'll approve of you," Harry said that he didn't believe Hermione really understood his desire to go back to the Valley of High Cyke, that his parents' graves were just one of the reasons that drew him to want to go there, that he had a very strong, albeit indescribable, feeling that this place had the answers he wanted, maybe just because it was there that he had survived Voldemort's death curse, and since he was facing the challenge of repeating the feat, this place where the feat had happened attracted Harry and made him want to figure it out.

"Don't you think it's possible that Voldemort is spying on the valley of the High Cyrid?" asked Hermione, "and he probably expects that once you are able to move freely, you will go back to visit your parents' graves?"

Harry hadn't thought of that.

"But I don't know ......"

"Actually, there's only one Horcrux unknown to us, isn't it?" Van Lin said, "and about Huffpuff's Gold Cup, at least we can have a clear goal. ”

"What?"

"Who has had it, it matters. Fan Lin said in distress, in fact, Fan Lin still can't determine the location of the Horcrux.

They destroyed so many Horcruxes that Voldemort must have been aware of them, and it was difficult to guarantee that Voldemort would still believe his men, after all, in Malfoy's hands, a Horcrux had already been lost.

"Let's put this matter aside...... "Van Lin said, he thought of something feasible, but the specific Van Lin still needs to be confirmed, the Malfoy family, the vampires and even ...... People from the Holy See?

"Well, anyway...... Hermione took a deep breath, "wherever it is, we're going to have to find it and destroy it." ”

"But once we find it, how do we destroy a Horcrux?" Ron asked.

Hermione said, "I'm looking it up. ”

"How?" said Harry, "I don't think there's any information about Horcruxes in the library books?"

"No," Hermione said, blushing, "Dumbledore removed them all, but he ...... He didn't ruin them. ”

Ron straightened up, his eyes wide. "God knows how you managed to get your hands on these books about Horcruxes?"

"That'...... That's not stealing!" Hermione said, looking at Harry and then at Ron with a look of disappointment, "They're still library books, and even if Dumbledore takes them off the shelf, anyway, if he really doesn't want anyone to get their hands on them, I'm sure he'll hide them even harder to find......"

"So what?" said Van Lin.

"Uh...... It's easy," Hermione whispered, "I cast a summoning spell, you know...... Flying Charm, they shrunk and flew from Dumbledore's study to the girls' dormitory. ”

"But when did you do that?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione with admiration and suspicion.

"It's him...... Dumbledore...... After the funeral," Hermione whispered, "just as we agreed that we were going to leave the school to find the Horcruxes, when I went back upstairs to pack my things...... That reminds me of the more we know about Horcruxes, the better...... I was left there alone...... Then I tried...... The spell worked, they flew straight in through the open window, and I tied them up. She swallowed, then pleaded, "I don't believe Dumbledore would be angry, and it's not like we'd use this information to create Horcruxes, do I?"

"Do you hear us complaining?" said Ron, "Anyway, where are these books?"

Hermione flipped through the pages for a moment, then pulled a large scroll bound in black faded leather from the stack, and she looked at it with a little disgust, holding it as if it had just died or something.

"This book is very clear on how to make a Horcrux. Secrets of the Dark Arts...... It's a horrible book, it's really horrible, it's all evil magic, and I wonder when Dumbledore got it out of the library...... If it had been since he became headmaster, I'd bet Voldemort had gotten all the guidance he needed from here. ”

"So, why did he ask Slughorn how he made a Horcrux, if he had already read it?" Ron asked.

Or...... He approached Slughorn just to figure out what would happen if he split his soul into seven pieces. Van Lin hesitated and said, in fact, Van Lin had always wondered why Voldemort was obsessed with dividing the soul into seven parts, perhaps this corresponded to a cycle of reincarnation, from birth to death.

"Dumbledore was sure that Riddle already knew how to make Horcruxes when he asked Slughorn, and I think you're right, Hermione, that he could easily get that information from there. ”

"The more I read," said Hermione, "the more terrible they looked, at least I believe he made six exactly, in this book it is warned that tearing souls would destabilize the rest of the souls, and to prevent this restlessness, it is by making a Horcrux to protect the soul through magic...... Harry remembered Dumbledore saying that Voldemort had gone far beyond "the usual evil." ”

"So, isn't there any way to get them back to their original state?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Hermione said with a hollow smile, "but it will be excruciatingly painful. ”

"Yes, how do you do that?" asked Harry.

"Blame yourself," said Hermione, "you've really blamed you for what you've done, obviously, this pain can destroy you, and somehow I didn't find out that Voldemort was going to do it first, what about you?"