Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 424 Grave Sweeping

At around ten o'clock in the evening, close to curfew time, when Harry and Hermione came out of Umbridge's office and returned to the Gryffindor common room, both of them covered their right hands in unison.

Hermione's eye circles were slightly red, but there was unparalleled determination and anger in her eyes. Harry also had a similar expression.

Obviously neither of them had any intention of surrendering. In the past few hours, they did not want to show any weakness, even if he had to sit here all night and cut his hand deeply with this quill.

Come on, I don’t want Umbridge to see the joke.

"Okay." Umbridge seemed to finally be unable to bear the cold feeling that had been lingering on her body, so she opened her mouth and stopped Hermione and Harry's confinement.

"Hands," Umbridge said.

Harry silently stretched out his hand, but Hermione seemed not to hear and silently picked up her schoolbag.

Umbridge roughly pulled Harry's hand over, and when she touched Harry's hand with her fat, stubby fingers, which were covered with a lot of ugly old-fashioned rings, Harry struggled to suppress a shudder.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that I haven't left a deep mark on you yet." She said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, we have to try again tomorrow night, right? Okay, you can go."

Harry and Hermione left her office without saying a word.

"Now I finally know why Tiera asked you to prepare the Whitening Potion." Harry said to Hermione in the deserted corridor.

"Yeah." Hermione wiped her eyes and then raised her head, "I know what the kitten spy means...I know what the second half of Tiera's prophecy means."

"What?" Harry asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you see the rows of decorative plates hanging on Umbridge's wall?" Hermione asked, tugging on her fluffy hair.

"You mean..." Harry said.

"Hmm." Hermione nodded, "Most students don't know...maybe they haven't noticed that all the murals in Hogwarts are interconnected."

"You mean..." Harry finally came to his senses, "You mean she can let what's on her plate—"

Hermione nodded silently, tugged on Harry's sleeves, and at the same time looked up at the mural in the corridor.

Harry understood and said no more.

"What's wrong with you?" When Harry and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room together, Ron suddenly stood up from the sofa in front of the fireplace and asked worriedly.

"No, no, it's nothing..." Harry and Hermione said almost in unison.

Then the two people hurried upstairs to sleep.

The second confinement was as painful as the first.

The skin on the backs of Harry and Hermione's hands was now more sensitive, quickly turning red and painful as if it were on fire.

However, they still tried their best not to gasp in pain, and from the moment he entered the office until Umbridge let him leave——

It was after midnight again, and they only said two words, "Good evening" and "Good night."

After that, their third confinement was no different from the first two, except that after two hours, the "I can't lie" wounds on the backs of their hands no longer healed, and red scratches remained.

There.

Thin drops of blood emerged.

Professor Umbridge couldn't hear the rustle of the quill tip and raised her head.

"Ah~" she said softly, walking around her desk to check Harry's hand, "Very good. This should remind you all the time, right? You can go tonight."

"Are we coming tomorrow?" Harry asked, picking up his schoolbag with his left hand because the pain in his right hand was unbearable.

"Oh, yes." Professor Umbridge said, her smile still as disgusting as before, "Yes, I think with another night of hard work, we can carve this sentence deeper."

Harry and Hermione always apply transparent whitening potion every night after going back. In the past, they could slightly relieve the pain on their hands, but today——

"It doesn't work? Why doesn't it work?" Hermione was so anxious that she poured the entire bottle of potion into her hand.

Fresh White Potion is a powerful physical recovery potion. Not to mention the scratches on the hand, even if the finger is broken, as long as the broken finger is found, a drop of Fresh White Potion can restore it to its original state.

But it was of no use to the scars on Harry and Hermione's hands.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? How is it possible..." Hermione applied the fresh white potion to the wound on her right hand over and over again, but -

"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless..." Hermione was so anxious that she almost cried. Even in Umbridge's office, even under such severe pain, Hermione had never cried, but she deserved it.

When he knew that the scars on his hands would probably never be removed, he cried instead.

Harry didn't know how to comfort him, so he stretched out his hand and patted Hermione's back gently——

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Harry's mind——

"...If other people encounter difficulties, they are also welcome to come to my grave..."

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry stood up, "Since the bright white potion has no effect on Umbridge's scars, why did Tiera leave this instruction in his prophecy?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione didn't react for a moment.

"Do you remember his fifth prophecy?" Harry asked, "Although he started by talking about Hagrid, at the end he said... If others encounter difficulties, they are also welcome to his grave... You

Did he hide something there?"

"It's possible!" Hermione's eyes seemed to light up all of a sudden, "It's absolutely possible!"

"Let's go! Harry, let's go!" Hermione stood up in a hurry, grabbed Harry and walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Go, where?" Harry asked, "You're not going to Tiera's tomb right now, are you?"

"Well, it's only about seven o'clock now." Hermione said, "We still have time, we can go see Tiera."

It is true that Hermione and Harry came back earlier than usual today because they had scratches on their hands.

"Hey, wait...Hermione...wait a minute." Harry said, running back to his dormitory from the common room, and then ran back "dong dong dong".

When Harry ran back, he was holding a handful of white calla lilies.

"Well... go and see Tiera. You can't bring nothing with you..." Harry said, "Let's go and see Tiera..."