Chapter 1,236

"...Are you sure you've thought this through?" Harry asked insistently.

"Okay, Harry, this is not just your problem. Or Fan Lin, or... other people!" Hermione was a little angry, trying to compare with her pitiful appearance in front of Fan Lin, suddenly The questioning left Harry at a loss.

"Look," Hermione said, with a grumpy look on her face as she slammed "Wanderings with Trolls" into the discarded pile. "I have been packing for a few days, so we are ready to leave quickly. The information for reference already includes very difficult magic. I even touched the things prepared by the Order of the Phoenix, those potions... even, after coming I had also altered my parents' memories before so that they were convinced that their names were really Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their life wish was to emigrate to Australia, which they have now done, making it difficult for Voldemort to track them down. Ask them about my whereabouts... or yours, because unfortunately I told them something about you."

"If I survive our hunt for Horcruxes, I will find Mom and Dad and undo the spell. If I don't... well, 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 sparkle with tears again.

"Oh, Hermione, you shouldn't go behind my back..." Fan Lin was a little silent, "I'm still here...I mean..."

"You also tampered with Mr. Al's memory, right? You intentionally reduced your contact with the Muggle world, but you went back to London behind my back..." Hermione cried with scrutiny.

This made Harry feel a little blocked...

"I...Hermione, and Fanlin...I'm sorry...I don't..."

"Don't you two realize that Ron and I know exactly what might happen if we come with you? We know, really, Ron, show them two what you do."

"Oh... no, they both just had dinner," Ron said.

"Come on, they two need to know!" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, okay, guys, come over here." Ron said helplessly, walking towards the door with a heavy body. "bring it on."

"What is it?" Fan Lin looked at Hermione in confusion, "What did you two plot? Or, the three of you?"

"You'll find out after you follow me!"

Following Ron out of the room, the four of them came to a small landing. "Quick Apparition," muttered Ron, pointing his wand at the low ceiling directly above them, opening a hole as a ladder slid to their feet. A horrible, half-sucking, half-moaning sound came from the square hole, accompanied by a disgusting smell like an open sewer.

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

"Yes, that's it," said Ron, climbing up the stairs, "come and have a look."

Several people followed Ron up the short stairs into the small attic. In fact, as soon as Fanlin reached his head and shoulders into the attic, he caught a glimpse of the thing curled up a few feet away from him, its mouth wide open as it slept in the darkness.

"But it...it looks like...ghouls usually wear pajamas?" Fan Lin found it a bit subversive. Aren't these dark creatures hiding in cemeteries and being in tatters?

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

"Uh..." Fan Lin was a little speechless. He really didn't like the image of ghouls. Originally, Fan Lin thought those inferi were bad enough.

The more Harry thought about it, the more disgusting it became. It had the same shape and height as a human being. Now that Harry's eyes had adapted to the darkness, he could clearly see that it was wearing an old pair of Ron's pajamas. He was convinced that it was ghoul-like. They are all quite slimy and bald. They don't have clear hair like this and their bodies are covered with water cells. Their faces look like they are swollen purple due to anger.

"That's me, doesn't it?" Ron said.

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

"I'll explain this when I go back to my room. The smell is unbearable," Ron said.

The four of them quickly climbed down the stairs. Ron let the ceiling return to its original shape and walked back to his bed to sit down.

"Once we leave, this ghoul will come down and live in my room, right here on my bed..." Ron Ron patted his bed, although he seemed reluctant, " I think he really longs for that day...well, it's hard to say because all he can do is moan and drool...but...he just keeps nodding his head when you bring it up, no matter what How about, he will be my substitute with the Death Spotted Disease, not bad, huh? "

Harry's mind was in turmoil.

"It's great!" said Ron, obviously disappointed that Harry didn't grasp the perfection of the plan. "You think, when we no longer show up at Hogwarts, everyone will think that I, Fanlin and Hermione must be with you, right? That means the Death Eaters will go directly to find Our family is looking to see if they have any information on your whereabouts."

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

"We can't hide my whole family, that would look stupid, and they can't all just drop their jobs," Ron said. "So we're going to make up a story that I have a bad case of deadeye disease, and that's The reason why I can't go back to school, if anyone comes to ask me about it, Mom or Dad just show them the pustule-covered ghoul on my bed, Death Spot is really contagious, so they won't want to Get close to him and he can't talk without causing trouble, because, obviously, once the germs get to your tongue, you can't tell."

"So...your mother and father were also involved in this plan?" Fan Lin asked in disbelief. If this is the case, the sacrifice Ron made is really too great.

"Dad is like this. He helped Fred and George transform the ghouls. As for mom...well, you've seen her attitude. She won't agree...until we leave first."

Everyone was silent, except for the sound of Hermione gently dividing books, while Ron leaned back and continued to lie on the bed. Harry looked at this and that, but couldn't say anything about the measures they had taken to protect their family. To make him realize, not just the other things he could do, that they were really going to be with him and Fanlin and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be, and he wanted to tell them what that meant to him. , but he couldn't find words with enough weight to express his feelings at all.

In the silence Mrs. Weasley's shout came from the fourth floor.

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

"Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, is the bridesmaid and she needs to come here to rehearse first, and she's too young to do it herself," Hermione said, looking hesitantly at the scene with the Banshee. "Travel Together".

"Guests don't take the pressure off my mom," Ron said.

"What we really need to decide," Hermione said, dropping Defense Against the Dark Arts into the box without a second glance and picking up the European Magical Education Assessment, "is where are we going to go after we leave here? I know you said you wanted to go to Godric's Hollow first, Harry, and I understand why, but...well...shouldn't we look for the Horcruxes first?"

"If we knew where any of the Horcruxes were, I'd agree with you," Harry said. He didn't believe Hermione truly understood his desire to return to Godric's Hollow; his parents' graves were merely an attraction. There was a reason he had a very strong, albeit indescribable feeling that this place held the answers he wanted, maybe just because it was there that he had survived Voldemort's death curse now that he was facing a repeat of it. The challenge of the feat, the place where it happened, attracted Harry and made him want to figure it out.

"Don't you think it's possible that Voldemort is watching Godric's Hollow?" Hermione asked. "Maybe he expects that, once you're free to move around, you'll go back and visit your parents' graves?"

Harry hadn't expected this.

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

"In fact, for us, there is only one Horcrux that is unknown, right?" Fan Lin said, "As for Hufflepuff's golden cup, at least we can have a clear goal."

"What?"

"It's very important who owns it." Fan Lin said distressedly. In fact, Fan Lin still can't determine the location of the Horcrux.

They destroyed so many Horcruxes that Voldemort must have noticed it. It was difficult to guarantee whether Voldemort would still trust his men. After all, one of the Horcruxes had been lost in Malfoy's hands.

"Let's put this matter aside for now..." Fan Lin said. He thought of some feasible things, but Fan Lin still needs to confirm the specifics. The Malfoy family, vampires and even... people from the Holy See?

"Well, no matter what..." Hermione took a deep breath, "Wherever it is, we have to find it and destroy it."

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

Hermione said, "I was looking for information."

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

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

Ron straightened his back and stared. "God knows how you managed to get your hands on these Horcrux books?"

"That...that's not stealing!" Hermione said, looking from Harry to Ron with a somewhat disappointed look, "They are still library books, even if Dumbledore takes them off the shelf. Take it away, anyway, if he really didn't want anyone to get their hands on them, I'm sure he'd hide them harder to find..."

"So?" Fan Lin said.

"Well... it was easy," Hermione whispered, "I cast a summoning charm, you know... a flying charm, and they shrank and flew from Dumbledore's study to the girls' dormitory."

"But when did you do it?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione with a mixture of admiration and suspicion.

"It was him... Dumbledore... after the funeral," Hermione whispered, "just when we agreed we were going to leave the school and look for Horcruxes, and when I went back upstairs to pack my things... it occurred to me that the more we knew about Horcruxes, the better... I was alone there... and tried it... 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 make Horcruxes, is it?"

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

Hermione rummaged around for a moment, then pulled out a large tome bound in black, faded leather from the pile, looking at it with a bit of disgust, holding it as if it were something that had just died.

"This book gives very clear instructions on how to make a Horcrux. Dark Magic Secrets... A terrible book, really terrible, full of evil magic, I wonder when Dumbledore took it out of the library... If it was after he became the headmaster, I bet Voldemort got all the instructions he needed from here."

"Then why did he ask Slughorn how to make a Horcrux? If he had already read the book?" Ron asked.

"Or... He approached Slughorn just to find out what would happen if the soul was divided into seven pieces." Van Lin hesitated. In fact, Van Lin had always wondered why Voldemort was obsessed with dividing the soul into seven parts. Perhaps this corresponded to a reincarnation, a cycle from life to death.

"Dumbledore was convinced that Riddle had known how to make Horcruxes when he asked Slughorn about them, and I think you're right, Hermione, that he could have easily gotten that information from there."

"The more I read," Hermione said, "the more terrible they look. At least I believe he made exactly six, and the book warns that tearing the soul apart will destabilize the rest of the soul, and to prevent this agitation, a Horcrux is created, which is protected by magic... Harry remembered Dumbledore saying that Voldemort was far beyond "ordinary evil."

"So, isn't there a way to put them back together?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Hermione said with a hollow smile, "but it would be extremely painful."

"Yes? How?" Harry asked.

"Remorse," Hermione said, "You already feel really bad for what you've done, and apparently, that pain can destroy you. Somehow, I don't see why Voldemort would want to do that first, do you?" (To be continued)