MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 232 Festival

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, certainly not...although Dumbledore may have a little chance to know some of his past misdeeds through the orphanage.

And Hogwarts...but he knew the Horcruxes were safe there. It was impossible for Potter to enter Hogsmeade unnoticed, let alone the school. Better warn Snape, though, that the boy will try to infiltrate the castle... Of course, it would be foolish to tell Snape why the boy would go back. Trusting Bellatrix and Malfoy was a major mistake, didn't their stupidity and carelessness prove how unwise it was to trust others?

Then he'll go to Gaunt's hut first, and take Nagini with him: he can't be separated from the snake anymore... He strode out of the room, out of the foyer, into the darkness of the fountain garden. He called the serpent in Parseltongue, and it swam out, sticking to him like a long shadow...

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and jerked himself back into his current reality. He was lying on the shore of the lake in the setting sun, Ron and Hermione looking down at him. Judging by their anxious expressions and the continuous excruciating pain of the scars, they had noticed that he had just burst into Voldemort's mind. Harry shuddered and struggled, slightly surprised to find that he was still soaking wet. The small golden cup was placed in the grass in front of him seemingly without danger, the deep blue lake gleaming golden in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"He got it." His own voice sounded unfamiliar and deep after Voldemort's loud scream, "He got it, and he's going to check where the others are. The last one ," he had risen, "at Hogwarts. I guessed it. I guessed it."

"What?"

Ron opened his mouth at him and Hermione knelt, looking worried.

"What did you see? How did you know?"

"I saw him find the Gold Cup, I—I was in his head, he—" Harry thought of the killing, "he was furious and horrified, he Can't figure out how we'd know, now he's going to check if the other ones are safe, the first one is the ring. He thinks the one at Hogwarts is the safest, because Snape is there and we're going to get in there a lot Hard to find. I think he'll check that one last, but he still might be there in a few hours—"

"Then you see somewhere at Hogwarts?" Ron asked, getting up too.

"No, he was thinking about warning Snape, not where exactly the thing was—"

"Wait, wait!" Hermione shouted as Ron grabbed the Horcrux and Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak again, "It can't go like this, without a plan, we need-"

"We need to act," Harry said firmly. He would have liked to get some sleep and to get into the new tent, but it was impossible now. "Can you imagine what he'd do once he found out that the ring and locket were gone? What if he didn't think Hogwarts was safe enough to transfer the Horcrux?"

"But how do we get in?"

"Let's go to Hogsmeade first," said Harry, "and see what the vigilance looks like around the school, and then figure it out. Come under the cloak, Hermione, I hope Let's not separate this time."

"But it probably won't hold us—"

"It's getting dark and no one will notice our feet."

The flapping of huge wings echoed on the black lake: the dragon had drunk enough water and flew into the air. They temporarily stopped their preparations and watched it fly higher and higher, and the black figure was reflected in the rapidly darkening sky until it disappeared behind the mountain not far away. Then, Hermione came over and stood between them, and Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak down as far as he could. They spun together and entered the darkness that oppressed their body and mind.

"We need to talk." Gwen said solemnly, pushing a wooden box in front of Garrick, "George told me yesterday morning that you had the owl send a wand to the Shell Cottage."

"That's right." Garrick fondled the wooden box and carefully took out a black suede cloth with a little starlight.

"I'm not even a wand master," Gwen squinted, "but I'm not blind. That rosewood wand is still on your nightstand."

"Tsk tsk, young eyes." Ollivander picked up the precious piece of cloth, put it gently on the wand, and spit out a long string of spells. After finally taking a breath, he said to Gwen, "Luna's wand was taken by the raiding party, so I made her a new one."

Gwen poured a cup of tea for a tired Garrick. "Of course I support your decision, Garrick, Luna does need a new wand. But you can't tire yourself—see What has this phoenix tail feather tossed you into?"

"It's almost there, it's the last step, polishing." The old man's eyes gleamed. "It's also a great piece of work. It's useful, Gwen."

"You'd never guess—!" The door to the room opened, and three red-haired wizards stood at the door. Fred's mouth was quicker. "Harry, Ron and Hermione broke into Gringotts - escaped on a fire dragon!"

Gwen's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg. "who said it?"

"It's all over!" Ginny couldn't hold back her excited mouth, although she looked a little worried. "But we heard from Mad-Eye."

"Cough." A familiar wooden leg thud appeared in the corridor, and the fierce Moody drove away a few chattering little guys, "I hope you are ready, Olifan Germany."

"Sure." "What?" Garrick and Gwen answered together.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me." Gwen waved his hand and walked out with his friends, closing the door behind him. "Why are they going to Gringotts?" she said to George, making a fuss. "Isn't that place also controlled by You-Know-Who?"

"Apparently they managed to escape," George said. "As for the purpose, it's mostly for the secret mission that Dumbledore gave Harry."

"I have to go back to the Hog's Head quickly." Gwen took off his black cloak from the hanger and put on a hood. "Tell Aberforth the news, and the kids at school—if they knew about it, there's going to be some fun tonight."

"As for us." George and Fred high-five, "Weasley's Defense Against the Dark Arts are urgently expanding production."

"I can prove it." Ginny held out a pair of hands covered with tape. "They took me to needlework, and they didn't allow me to use magic."

"Poor, underage girl." Gwen shook his head and hugged her, then whispered in her ear, "I don't believe you are being exploited by them so stupidly."

“One eye of a needle can be exchanged for a Peruvian stealth smoke/fog/bomb,” Ginny whispered, “Mama will give them a few words when she sees it.”

Gwen gave her a thumbs up, and went to Apparate outside the boundary wall, back to the dark and dilapidated bar again.

"Pay attention!" Aberforth roared in a low voice as soon as she saw her coming back, "Just now there were a few more Death Eaters in Hogsmeade, just wandering outside. ."

"I'm afraid it's because of Harry. A few of them have just made a riot at Gringotts," said Gwen. "Now the Death Eaters and we all know the news." She looked intently at the unmoved Aberforth. "Why aren't you surprised at all, sir."

"You go upstairs and go to your room. There is a letter from you." Aberforth didn't lift his head, and closed his mouth tightly after speaking.

Gwen saw that he seemed to be listening to the movement outside, and decided to open the letter honestly-although she didn't know who could write to her in such a time of chaos? Is that Katie? Or is it autumn?

What awaits her in the small room that has become neat and warm over the months Elf.

"Dobby!" Gwen screamed, "I heard you were hurt!"

"Dobby is healed!" said the elf cheerfully, as if trying to prove himself by jumping on the bed a few times, but was stopped by Gwen. "Gwen Ollivander! I have a note for you."

Gwen dubiously concluded that the scroll of parchment he handed was in a slender, sideways lettering—Gwen felt as though he had seen such handwriting somewhere.

Then she looked down and saw the five-letter signature, her eyes filled with tears. Quickly read it word by word.

"Is he all right?" Gwen couldn't help asking Dobby.

The elf tilted her head to think about the answer, "Not so good. He can't get out of bed yet."

Gwen pursed his lips and shook the parchment, "He wants me to do what the note says, right?"

Dobby nodded vigorously and said, "When that happens, Dobby will help you."

"I see," Gwen carefully rolled the parchment and tucked it under the pillow. "Dobby, is he sending you here now because it's a pinch?"

The elf has already pinched **** to leave, "I think it will be soon, Gwen Ollivander."

Loft at Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Several groups of people came to the hospital bed today.

"I noticed you suffered a little injury." Dumbledore's calm voice came slowly.

Old Auror Moody also looked down at the red on his trouser legs. "The dirty gold of the Lestrange's."

"Anyway, it makes me so much better to see you guys get out of Gringotts safely." Dumbledore smiled. "