HP Approaches the Magical World

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Hermione knew about Harry's departure.

Her sleep has always been poor, especially in the recent period, she woke up whenever there was any trouble.

It is the same today.

Harry was so reckless that he chose to go into the forest alone even with such a big problem.

It's really frustrating.

The wind is cold.

Adding a coat for herself, Hermione walked out of the tent holding the collar, and you saw Snape standing outside.

"Good evening, Professor Snape, I don't think you came here suddenly to arrest us."

Snape hid in the dark shadows, watching Hermione silently.

There was no light between the two of them, so Hermione raised her hand, and a glow spread between the two of them.

Even if she gave Harry the wand, she still has a way to protect herself. As Jon's student, how could she not cast spells without a wand?

Hermione's talent was praised by even Grindelwald. In terms of talent in magic, she was even better than Jon.

"I'm here to deliver something."

"Guess, so the delivery is over?"

"He went to get it."

"Is anyone following you?"

"I think you should treat me better." Snape said in a deep voice, "This is not how a good student treats a professor."

"Am I still a student?"

"Miss Granger...you are indeed very good. It seems that Jon does have a good student."

Snape sneered: "But you don't have to worry about what happened tonight. I brought Ron back to you too. The Deluminator that Dumbledore left for him is very good. Let him tell you about it, Joe. Well, let me meet you, let you prepare in advance, and I have to meet Molly, where are you going next?"

"have not decided yet."

Hermione knew that Snape had no bad intentions, and knew that he was not the leader of that plan. If she blamed him, her teacher, Jon, would be the first to be blamed.

So this thing has to be unimportant.

"Your teacher can't get away recently, so let me tell you, you have two things to investigate next, the Horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows. You don't need to investigate the Horcruxes. He will naturally help you when the time comes."

"The teacher is here to help, the matter of the Deathly Hallows..."

"Check it yourself, we are not babysitters, we will protect your safety, we don't care about anything else. If we need to come for everything, why do you leave our protection?"

"..."

Snape left, and Jon cut the scene.

Hermione doesn't need to worry about it, she can handle these things, she's a good actress.

The talent is too strong, don't worry.

...

Harry was very much to worry about.

When Jon cut the scene back, he was lying on the ice, looking at the bottom of the pool.

Pointing at the silver sword with his wand, he said softly, "The sword is flying!"

The sword didn't move, and Harry didn't expect it to come flying.

If it were that easy, the sword would be lying on the ground waiting for him to pick it up instead of in the depths of the frozen pond.

He began to walk around the circle of ice, trying to remember the last time the sword fell into his hand by itself, when he was in a critical situation and was calling for help.

"help me."

He said softly, but the sword was still lying on the bottom of the pool, cold and motionless.

Harry began to recall Dumbledore's words.

"Only a true Gryffindor can pull it out of the hat."

What are the unique qualities of a Gryffindor?

A small voice in Harry's head replied: "It's their daring, daring, and chivalry that makes Gryffindors stand out."

Harry stopped in his tracks and let out a long sigh, the mist of his breath quickly dissipating in the cold air.

He knew what to do, if he had to confess,

He had expected this from the moment he saw the sword lying under the ice.

He scanned the surrounding woods again, but was sure now that no one was coming to attack him.

If anyone wanted to attack him, he could do it when he was walking alone through the forest, and he had plenty of opportunities when he was inspecting the pond.

The only reason to procrastinate right now is because the thing to do is too unpleasant.

Harry began to remove the layers of clothing with uncontrollable hands.

Was there any "chivalry" in it, he thought gloomily, unless it counted as chivalry without asking Hermione to do it for him.

An owl hooted somewhere while undressing, and he thought of Hedwig painfully.

He was shaking now and his teeth were chattering, but he continued to strip down until he was standing barefoot on the snow in his underwear.

He placed the bag containing his wand, mother's letter, Sirius' shard of mirror, and the old snitch on the pile of clothes, and pointed Hermione's wand at the ice.

"Torn apart."

A bang pierced the silence like a bullet: the ice surface cracked, and large gray ice blocks swayed on the water.

The water wasn't that deep, Harry judged, but he had to be completely submerged to get the sword.

No amount of overthinking will make the task ahead easier or warm the water.

Harry walked to the edge of the pond and put Hermione's wand on the ground, leaving it still lit.

Then, trying not to think about how cold he would be, or how he would be shivering soon, he jumped in.

Every pore in his body screamed in protest, the air in his lungs seemed to freeze, and the icy water reached his shoulders.

He could hardly breathe, and he was shaking so badly that the water shook him to the bank. He searched for the sword blade with his numb feet, only wanting to dive once.

Harry gasped and shivered, delaying the moment of immersion second by second. Finally, he said to himself that he could not do it, so he mustered up all his courage and dived into the water.

The piercing cold tormented him like fire. His mind seemed to freeze as he dived to the bottom of the pool in the dark icy water, reaching for his sword with his arms outstretched. Fingers caught the hilt, and he drew it up.

Suddenly, something tightened around his neck.

He thought about the weeds, although he didn't come across anything as he descended.

He raised his free hand to tear it away, but found it wasn't a weed: the Horcrux's chain had tightened and was slowly strangling his windpipe.

Harry kicked hard, trying to push himself out of the water, but only bumped into the stone wall of the pond.

He flapped around, struggling to breathe, grabbing the chain that was getting tighter and tighter, but his frozen fingers couldn't get it open.

Venus began to pop up in his mind, thinking, he was going to drown, there was no hope, there was nothing he could do, these arms holding him must be the god of death...

He woke up, coughing, retching, drenched, and colder than he had ever been.

Not far away, another person was panting, coughing, and staggering around.

It was Hermione who arrived in time again, just like when the big snake came...

But it doesn't sound like her, the low coughing, the heavy footsteps...

Harry didn't have the strength to look up to see who had rescued him.

All he could do was raise a trembling hand to his throat and feel where the locket had been squeezed into his flesh.

The locket was gone: someone cut it for him, when a panting voice sounded overhead.

"You—you—are you sick?"

Only the shock of hearing the voice could give Harry the strength to get up.

Trembling violently, he stood up unsteadily.

Before him stood Ron, clothed but soaked, with his hair stuck to his face, holding the sword of Gryffindor in one hand and the severed gold chain from which the Horcrux hung.

"Damn it," Ron gasped, holding up the Horcrux, which dangled from its truncated chain in a sort of hypnotic imitation: "Why didn't you take it off when you jumped?"

Harry couldn't answer.

The silver doe was nothing compared to Ron's reappearance, really nothing.

He couldn't believe it. Although shivering from the cold, he grabbed the pile of clothes that were still lying by the water and put them on his head one by one, while staring at Ron, worried every time he looked at him. If you don't see him, you will disappear.

But he should be real: he just saved his life by jumping into the pond.

"Yes—is that you?"

Harry said at last, teeth chattering, his voice weaker than usual because he had nearly been strangled.

"Um."

Ron looked a little flustered.

"You—you summoned the doe?"

"What?

No, of course not!

I thought it was you! "

"My patron saint is the stag."

"Oh, by the way, I think they look different, without horns."

Harry hung the leather pouch Hagrid had given him around his neck, pulled on his last sweater, bent to pick up Hermione's wand, and looked back at Ron.

"Why are you here?"

Clearly, Ron wanted the question to come up later, or not at all.

"Well, I—you know—I'm back, if—" He cleared his throat, "You know, if you want me."

There was a moment of silence, and the topic of Ron's departure seemed to be like a wall between the two of them.

But here he was, he was back, and he had just saved Harry's life.

Ron looked down at his contents, momentarily seeming surprised.

"Oh, yes, I fished it out."

He said unnecessarily, showing Harry the sword for inspection: "That's what you jumped for, wasn't it?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I don't understand. How did you come here? How did you find us?"

"It's a long story," said Ron, "I've been looking for you for hours, it's a big forest, isn't it?

I was just about to sleep under the tree and wait until dawn, when I saw that deer running over, followed by you. "

"You didn't see anyone else?"

"No," said Ron, "I—"

He hesitated, looking at the two trees next to each other a few meters away.

"—I seem to see something moving over there, but I'm running towards the pond, because you jumped in and didn't come up, so I don't want to detour—hey!"

Harry was already running to where Ron pointed.

The two oaks grew close together, with a gap of only a few inches at eye level, a good place to steal without being noticed.

But there was no snow around the roots, and Harry saw no footprints.

He walked back to where Ron stood waiting, sword and Horcrux still in hand.

"Is there anything there?"

"No."

"Why is the sword in the pond?"

"The one who summoned the Patronus must have put it in."

The two looked at the exquisite silver sword, the hilt inlaid with rubies shone slightly in the fluorescent light of Hermione's wand.

"Do you think this is real?"

"There's a way of knowing, isn't there?"

The Horcrux was still dangling in Ron's hand, and the locket trembled slightly. Harry knew that the contents inside were restless again. It had just felt the sword was close, and tried to strangle Harry to prevent him from getting the sword.

Now is not the time for long talks, the locket should be destroyed completely at once.

Harry looked around with Hermione's wand held high, and found the spot: a large flat rock in the shade of a plane tree.

"follow me."

He walked over first, brushed off the snow on the stone, and reached out to take the Horcrux.

But Harry shook his head when Ron handed him the sword too.

"No, you should do it."

"Me?" Ron said in amazement, "Why?"

"Because you fished the sword out of the pond, I think you should."

He wasn't being generous or condescending, just as he had just learned that the doe was harmless, he was sure Ron had to wield the sword.

Dumbledore at least taught Harry to recognize certain types of magic and the immeasurable power of certain acts.

"I'll open it," said Harry, "and you'll stab. Once it's open, stab, okay?"

Riddle in the diary wanted to kill me because the stuff inside would rebel. "

"How do you open it?"

Ron asked in horror.

"I'll tell it to open, Parseltongue."

The answer came so naturally, Harry said, that he felt as though he'd known it all along: perhaps it was his final encounter with Nagini that made him realize it.

He looked at the serpentine "S," inlaid with sparkling emeralds, and it was easy to imagine it as a small snake, coiled on the cold stone.

"No!" said Ron. "No, don't open it! Really!"

"Why? We're getting rid of the damn thing, it's been months—"

"I can't, Harry, really—come on—"

"But why?"

"Because this thing is harmful to me!"

Ron looked at the locket on the stone and backed away: "I can't handle it!

I'm not making excuses for myself, Harry, but this thing affected me more than you and Hermione, it made me think things that I used to have, but it made everything worse.

I can't explain it, every time I take it off I wake up, but then I have to put the damn thing on again - I can't, Harry! "

He had already retreated into the distance with the sword in his hand, shaking his head again and again.

"You can do it," said Harry, "you can do it!

You just fished up the sword, and I know it's up to you to use it.

Please, get rid of it, Ron. "

Hearing his own name seemed like a motivator, Ron swallowed, and walked back to the boulder, his long nose still breathing heavily.

"Tell me when."

He said in a low and hoarse voice.

"Count to three,"

Harry looked down at the locket, squinting at the letter 'S', imagining a snake, while the contents of the locket rattled like caged cockroaches.

It was almost easy to pity him, except that the scar on Harry's neck was still burning.

"One... two... three... open."

The last word was a hissing growl, and the locket's little gold lid snapped open.

A living eye blinked behind each of the two small glass windows, black and bright, like Tom Riddle's before the eyeballs turned red and the pupils became a line.

"Stab!"

said Harry, pressing the locket firmly against the stone.

Ron raised the sword in trembling hands, the point hanging over two wildly rolling eyes.

Harry clutched the locket tightly, getting ready, already imagining blood spurting from the empty little window.

Then a voice hissed from the Horcrux.

"I see your heart, it's mine."

"Don't listen to it!"

Harry said sharply, his face contorted a little: "Quick stab!"

"I've seen your dreams, Ron Weasley, and I've seen your fears.

Anything you desire can happen, but anything you fear can also happen..."

"Quick stab!"

Harry shouted, and the woods echoed. The point of the sword trembled, and Ron stared into Riddle's eyes.

"Always the least favored, mother prefers her daughter... the least favored, and now that girl is in love with your friend... always second, always outshone..."

"Ron, stab it quickly!"

Harry growled, he could feel the locket trembling in his hand, and was terrified of what might happen.

Ron raised the sword higher, and Riddle's eyes turned red.

From the two small windows of the locket, and from the eyes, emerged two grotesque soap-bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, strangely deformed.

Ron screamed and took a few steps back. Two human figures rose from the locket, chest, waist, legs, and finally stood in the locket like two trees with the same root. Between Ron and the real Harry Swing above.

Harry had already withdrawn his hand from the locket, which had suddenly become extremely hot.

"Ron!"

he shouted, but now Riddle-Harry was speaking in Voldemort's voice, and Ron stared hypnotized at the face.

"Why come back? We're better off without you, happier, glad you're not here... We laugh at your stupidity, your cowardice, your self-righteousness—"

"opinionated!"

Riddle Hermione repeated that she was prettier than the real Hermione, but terrifying: she was swaying in front of Ron, laughing high. Ron seemed terrified but unable to move, his sword hanging limply by his side.

"Who would look at you, standing next to Harry Potter, who would look at you?

Compared with the "Savior of the World", what have you done?

What are you compared to 'The Boy Who Lived'? "

"Ron, stab it, stab it!"

Harry yelled, but Ron didn't move, his eyes were wide open and there was a reflection of Riddle Harry and Riddle Hermione, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes glowing red, their voices rising. Gao Cheng's evil duet.

"Your mother admitted it," said Riddle Harry sarcastically, and Riddle Hermione laughed loudly: "She'd prefer me as a son, she'd be willing to trade..."

"Who doesn't like him more, which woman would choose you?

Compared with him, you are nothing, nothing. "

Riddle Hermione sang softly, growing as long as a snake, wrapping herself around Riddle Harry, and hugging him tightly, lips to lips.

On the ground in front of them, Ron's face was pained, his sword held high, his arms shaking.

"Stick, Ron!"

Harry thought he saw a tinge of red in Ron's eyes.

"Ron—"

There was a flash of sword light, the sword thrust out suddenly, Harry jumped away, there was a metallic clang, followed by a long scream.

Harry turned sharply, slipped on the snow, raised his wand to defend himself, but there was nothing to resist.

The ghastly vision of himself and Hermione was gone, and only Ron stood there, feebly holding out his sword, looking down at the fragment of the locket on the stone.

Harry walked slowly back to him, not knowing what to say or do.

Ron was breathing heavily, his eyes were not red at all, they were still the same blue and moist.

Harry pretended not to see it, and bent down to pick up the shattered Horcrux.

Ron had shattered the panes of both small windows, Riddle's eyes were gone, and wisps of smoke were coming from the colored silk lining of the locket.

The thing that lived in the Horcrux was gone, and torturing Ron was its last act.

The sword fell from Ron's hands with a clang, and he fell to his knees, holding his head.

He was shivering, and it wasn't from the cold.

Harry stuffed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand discreetly on his shoulder.

He didn't get dumped, which he thought was a good sign.

"After you left," he whispered, thankful in the dark that Ron's face was hidden: "She cried for a week, maybe longer, but she didn't want me to see it.

There were many nights when we didn't speak.

You're not here..."

He couldn't go on, and now that Ron was back, Harry fully realized how much it meant to them without him.

"She's like my sister,"

He continued: "I love her like a sister and I'm sure she treats me the same way, always has, and I thought you knew that."

Ron didn't answer, but turned his face away, and wiped his nose with his sleeve loudly.

Harry got up and walked over to Ron's huge backpack a few meters away, which Ron had dropped when he ran to the pond to save him.

Harry hoisted it on his back and walked back to Ron.

Ron got up too, his eyes bloodshot, but still calm.

"sorry,"

He said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left. I know I'm a—a—"

He looked around in the dark, as if hoping that a sufficiently vicious word would swoop down and claim him.

"You pretty much made it up tonight," said Harry, "fishing out the sword, destroying the Horcrux, and saving my life."

"Sounds much greater than myself."

"Things like this always sound a lot bigger than they are," said Harry. "I've been trying to tell you that for years."

The two stepped forward at the same time, hugging each other, Harry clutching the still damp clothes on Ron's back.

"Now," said Harry after they parted, "all we have to do is find the tent."

Finding a tent is not difficult.

Though it seemed a long way to follow the doe through the Dark Forest, it took surprisingly short time to get back with Ron by his side.

Harry couldn't wait to wake Hermione up. He walked into the tent excitedly, and Ron followed hesitantly.

Compared with the pond and the forest, it is very warm here.

The only sources of light were those bluebell-like flames, still glowing in a bowl on the ground.

Hermione was sleeping soundly curled up in the blankets, and Harry called her several times before she woke up.

"Hermione!"

She moved a bit, sat up quickly, and brushed the hair off her face.

"What's the matter, Harry? Are you all right?"

"It's all right, it's all good, not just good, it's great, there's someone here."

"What did you say? Who—?"

She saw Ron standing there with sword in hand, dripping water on the ragged carpet.

Harry stepped back into the shadows in the corner, removed Ron's knapsack, and tried to blend in with the tent's canvas walls.

Hermione got out of bed and walked towards Ron sleepwalking, her eyes fixed on his pale face.

She stopped in front of him, her lips parted slightly, her eyes wide open.

Ron smiled hopelessly and half-opened his arms.

Hermione lunged forward and began beating him every inch of him she could reach.

"Ouch - ouch - let go! What are you doing -? Hermione - ouch!"

"You - big - bastard - Ron - Weasley!"

Even though he knew it earlier, he was still very angry.

Maybe, this is because I like it.

Who can say for sure about love, right?

Hermione added a punch to every word, Ron ducked back protecting his head, and Hermione ran after him.

"You—climbed back—to come?

—so many—so many—weeks—after—

Oh, where's my wand? "

She seemed to take it out of Harry's hands, and Harry responded instinctively.

"Armor protection!"

The invisible vertical wall immediately separated Ron and Hermione, and the impact knocked her backwards.

She spat the hair out of her mouth and jumped up again.

"Hermione!" said Harry, "Calm down—"

"I won't calm down!"

she screamed.

Harry had never seen her so out of control, like crazy.

"Give me back my wand! Give me back!"

"Hermione, please—"

"Don't command me, Harry Potter!"

She yelled sharply: "I warn you! Give it back to me! And you!"

She pointed at Ron accusingly, like a curse, and Harry felt that Ron could not be blamed for taking a few steps back.

"I ran out to chase you! I called you! I begged you to come back!"

"I know," said Ron, "Hermione, I'm sorry, I really—"

"Oh, you're sorry!"

She laughed, a high-pitched, hysterical sound.

Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry just grimaced and expressed helplessness.

"It's been so many weeks since you've come back - so many weeks - you think you'll be fine just to say sorry?"

"Then what can I say?"

cried Ron, and Harry was glad Ron was starting to resist.

"Oh, I do not know!"

cried Hermione, with biting sarcasm: "Rack your brains, Ron, it'll only take two seconds—"

"Hermione," interrupted Harry, who took it as an unkind attack: "He just saved my—"

"I don't care!" she screamed. "I don't care what he's done! After all these weeks, we might all die—"

"I know you are not dead!"

Ron roared, drowning her voice for the first time, and leaning forward as much as possible through the Iron Armor Charm: "The Daily Prophet talks about Harry all the time, and the radio also, they are looking for you everywhere, so many rumors And ridiculous stories, I know I'll hear about them in a second if you're dead, and you don't know--"

"I don't know how you live?"

Her voice was so high-pitched now that soon only bats could hear it.

But she was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while, and Ron took the opportunity.

"I wanted to come back as soon as I Apparated, but I fell in the middle of a group of Snatchers, Hermione, and there's no way I can get away!"

"A group of what?"

Harry asked.

Hermione slumped down on the chair, her arms crossed tightly, her legs crossed, and she didn't look like she would let go for years.

"Snatchers," said Ron, "are all over the place, guys trying to make a fortune hunting down Muggle-borns and pure-blood traitors.

There is a reward from the Ministry of Magic for each person caught.

I was on my own, looking school-aged again, and they were so excited they thought I was an escaped Muggle-born.

I hurried to talk and talk, so I didn't get dragged into the Ministry of Magic. "

"What did you tell them?"

"I said Stan Sampak, the first person I could think of."

"They believed it?"

"Those guys aren't very smart.

One must be of troll blood, the smell on him..."

Ron glanced at Hermione, obviously hoping the little humor would lighten her mood a bit, but she was still tightly tangled and her expression was a slate.

"Anyway, they got into an argument about whether I was Stan, which was kind of pathetic, honestly.

But they were five to one, and they took my wand.

Then there was a fight between the two of them, and while the others were distracted, I punched my captor in the stomach, grabbed his wand, and cast a disarming spell on the guy with my wand, and Disapparated out of shape.

I didn't do very well, and split again—”

Ron held up his right hand, missing two nails.

Hermione raised her eyebrows coldly.

"—The place where I manifested is far away from you. By the time I return to the original river—you have already left."

"Oh, what a thrilling story,"

Hermione said, with that haughty tone she always used when she wanted to hurt someone, "You must be freaking out.

And we went to Godric's Hollow. Let me see, what happened there, Harry?

Oh, by the way, You-Know-Who's snake jumped out and nearly killed us, and then You-Know-Who arrived and caught us within a second. "

"What?"

Ron opened his mouth wide and looked from Hermione to Harry, but Harry ignored him.

"Think about losing your nails, Harry!

It really shows how little we suffer, doesn't it? "

"Hermione," Harry whispered, "Ron just saved my life."

She didn't seem to hear.

"However, there is something I should like to know,"

She said, keeping her eyes on a foot above Ron's head: "How did you find us tonight?

This is very important.

Knowing this, we can guarantee that we won't be bothered by people we don't want to see. "

Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket.

"this."

She had to glance at Ron to see what he had brought out.

"Deluminator?"

She acted a little too surprised, and forgot to put on a cold and fierce look.

"It's not just turning lights on and off,"

Ron said, "I don't know how it came to be, or why it happened that time and not some other time, because I've been wanting to come back since I left. But I was listening to the radio, and it was Christmas. Early in the morning, I heard—heard you."

He looked at Hermione.

"You heard me on the radio?"

"No, I hear you in my pocket. Your voice," he held up the Deluminator again, "is coming out of this."

"What the hell am I talking about?"

Hermione asked, her tone somewhere between doubt and curiosity.

"My name, 'Ron'. You said... what wand..."

Hermione turned red, and Harry remembered: that was the first time they had said his name since Ron had gone.

Hermione mentioned him when talking about fixing Harry's wand.

"So I took it out," Ron continued, looking at the extinguisher. "It looked all right, but I was pretty sure I heard your voice, so I pressed it, and the lights in my house went out." up, but another light appeared outside the window."

Ron pointed forward, his eyes fixed on something neither Harry nor Hermione could see.

"It was a ball of light, it seemed to be pulsating, blue, like the light around a portkey, you know?"

"Um."

Harry and Hermione said together involuntarily.

"I knew this was it, so I quickly packed my things, put on my backpack and walked into the garden."

"The little light ball stopped in the air and waited for me. After I came out, it floated up and down for a while.

I followed it to the back of the cabin, and it...well, it floated into me. "

"What?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, thinking he hadn't heard clearly.

"It floated toward me," Ron demonstrated with his forefinger, "up to my chest, and then—it went in. Here,"

He pointed to a spot near the heart: "I can feel it, warm.

Once it's in me, I know what to do and it takes me where I have to go.

So I apparated and came to a hillside, and there was snow everywhere..."

"We've been there," said Harry. "Stayed there two nights, and the second night I always felt like someone was walking around in the dark, shouting!"

"Well, that should be me."

Ron said, "At least, your wards are working, because I can't see or hear you.

But I believed you were around, so I ended up in my sleeping bag waiting for one of you to show up.

I think you'll always show up when you close the tent. "

"Not necessarily," said Hermione, "we're all Apparating under the Invisibility Cloak just to be on the safe side.

And we left early because, as Harry said, we heard people bumping around. "

"I've been on that mountain all day," said Ron, "and I've been hoping you guys would show up. But when it got dark, I knew I'd probably missed it, so I flicked the extinguisher again, and the blue light appeared and floated in again. inside me, I apparated into this woods.

Still can't see you, I can only hope that one of you will show up - Harry shows up.

Oh, obviously, I saw the doe first. "

"What do you see?"

Only then did they tell about their adventure just now. As the story of the silver doe and the sword at the bottom of the pond unfolded, Hermione frowned and looked back and forth between them, so absorbed that she forgot to bind her limbs.

Even though I knew it was happening, I was still surprised to hear it again.

"But it must be a Patronus!"

She hid the fact that Snape's Patronus was a doe and said, "Didn't you see who summoned it?

Don't you see anyone?

It leads you to the sword!

incredible! What happened after that? "

Ron told how he saw Harry jumping into the pond and wanted to wait for him to come up, then realized something was wrong, jumped down to save Harry, and went back to fish out the sword.

He talked until he opened the locket, then hesitated, so Harry cut in.

"—Ron pierced it with his sword."

"And...then it died? That's it?"

"Oh, it - it's screaming." Harry glanced at Ron and said, "Here."

He dropped the locket on her lap, and she picked it up carefully, inspecting the small punctured window.

Deciding it was finally safe, Harry lifted the Iron Armor Charm with a flick of Hermione's wand, and turned back to Ron.

"Did you just say that you earned a wand when you escaped from the Snatchers?"

"What?"

Ron, who was watching Hermione examine the locket, said, "Oh - yeah."

Shrugging off the buckle of the backpack, he pulled out a short, black wand from the bag.

"Here, I guess it's always good to have a backup."

"You're right," said Harry, holding out his hand. "Mine is broken."

"Are you kidding me?"

Ron said, but then Hermione stood up, and he panicked again.

Hermione put the vanquished Horcrux into the beaded pouch, climbed back into her bed, and lay down without a word.

Ron handed Harry the new wand.

"Pretty much the best you could hope for, I think."

"Yeah," said Ron, "it wasn't the worst, remember those birds she let out to peck me?"

"I haven't ruled that out yet."

Hermione's muffled voice came from under the blanket, but Harry saw Ron smile slightly as he pulled his burgundy pajamas from his backpack.

The light dimmed.

Jon looked at the dark screen and fell asleep contentedly.

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