Chapter 1272

"What we really want to know, Professor Black, is if anyone else, um, dropped the sword? Maybe it was while cleaning... or something else!" Hermione asked with a frown.

Hermione was naturally present when Fan Lin experimented with using a hat to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor. However, it may be that the Sword of Gryffindor judged that Fan Lin did not need it, so the Sword of Gryffindor did not Appeared in Fan Lin's hands.

This is what made Fanlin doubt the magic applied to the Sword of Gryffindor.

Relying on items to judge whether they are needed or not, only Gryffindor would do such an unreliable thing.

Think about the people around them, Sirius, Dumbledore, Harry Potter...if it hadn't happened with Voldemort, Fan Lin and Hermione would have gone to Ravenclaw 80% of the time, but , maybe this is fate?

Regardless of Fanlin's thoughts, Phineas Nigel once again temporarily stopped the activity of rescuing his eyes and let out a chuckle.

"Muggle-born children," he said, "things made by goblins do not need to be cleaned. Simple-minded girls, the silver raw materials of goblins can not be stained with dirt. They will only absorb things that enhance their strength."

"Don't call Hermione simple-minded!" said Harry.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you," said Phineas Nigel, "Maybe it's time for me to go back to the principal's office?"

Since he was blindfolded, he began to fumble with the frame, trying to feel his way out of the portrait and back to Hogarts.

But Harry suddenly had an idea.

"Dumbledore! Can't you bring Dumbledore here?"

"What did you say?" Phineas Nigel asked.

"Professor Dumbledore's portrait...can you bring him here, right here, in your frame?" Phineas Nigel tilted his head in the direction of Harry's voice.

"Apparently Muggle-borns aren't the only ones to be ignorant, Potter. Only the portraits inside Hogwarts can talk to each other, but they can't walk outside the castle unless it's their own portrait. Professor Dumbledore can't Come with me. And after I was treated like this at your hands, I promise I will never do it again!”

Harry looked downcast as Phineas tried harder to get out of the frame.

"Professor Black," Hermione said, "You just told us, when was the last time you saw that sword leave its place? Before Ginny took it out, I mean."

Phineas snorted impatiently.

"I remember the last time I saw Gryffindor's sword leaving its place was when that boy Verlin took it out with Dumbledore."

"Go out together?"

"Horcrux!" Fan Lin mouthed.

"But after changing back, no one has touched it?" Fan Lin asked.

"Just like you did, there are many ways to hide from us." Phineas said.

Hermione looked back at Fan Lin helplessly. They didn't dare to say anything in front of Phineas Nigel, who had already found the exit.

"I'm very sorry to bother you!" Fan Lin said regretfully.

"Well, good night," he said tartly, and walked out of sight again. When only the brim of his hat remained in the frame, Harry suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute! Are you going to tell Snape what you saw?"

Phineas Nigel poked his blindfolded head back into the frame.

"Professor Snape has more important things to worry about, such as those Dumbledore people. Goodbye, two boys." As he finished speaking, his figure completely disappeared, except for the black eye patch. Nothing is left.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled.

"I know!" Harry shouted. He simply couldn't control himself and punched the air with his fists. It was more than he expected to get. He stood up and strode out of the tent, feeling like he could run a kilometer. He didn't even feel hungry anymore.

Hermione rerolled Phineas's drawing and put it back in her beaded bag. When she buttoned it up she set the bag aside.

"So, we still haven't found it."

"Unfortunately."

"However, it did not fall into Snape's hands. Dumbledore's will said so."

"Then, the sword was copied and the fake one was placed in the cabinet in the principal's office, at least, after I used it for the last time." Fan Lin said, "However, I hope Dumbledore can tell me where it is placed. "

Harry paused, and his initially pleasant mood gradually cooled down.

They stared at each other, and Harry felt like the invisible answer was floating in the air around them, so close to them. Why didn't Dumbledore tell him? Or had he hinted, in fact, told Harry, but Harry didn't react at the time?

"It won't be too far away from us," Harry said.

"Think about it!" whispered Hermione. "Think about it! Where might he have kept that sword?"

"Not Hogwarts," Harry said, starting to think again.

"Maybe somewhere in Hogsmeade?" Hermione suggested.

"The Shrieking Shack?" said Harry. "No one can get in there."

"But Snape knew how to get in safely, wouldn't that be a bit risky?"

"Dumbledore trusted Snape," Harry reminded her.

"There's not enough evidence to suggest he switched the sword!" Hermione said.

"Yes, you are," Harry said, and he felt even happier than before when he thought that Dumbledore had left him something that showed that he didn't trust Snape that much.

"So, Dumbledore hid it somewhere that only you know, Harry!" said Vanlin.

"So, he'll keep the sword safe away in Hogsmeade, and then what? What do you think, Ron? Ron?" Harry looked around, and for a confused moment he thought Ron had left the tent, and then he saw Ron lying on the dark bed, looking expressionless.

"Oh, you remembered me, didn't you?" he said.

"What?"

Ron snorted loudly from his nose and stared at the bottom of the upper bunk.

"You three continue, don't let me disturb your good mood."

Harry looked at Hermione for help at a loss, but Hermione shook her head, obviously she didn't know what was wrong with Ron.

"What's wrong with you?" Vanlin paused and asked.

"What's wrong? Nothing," Ron said, still not looking at them. "Anyway, it's none of your business." A few thumps came from overhead. It started to rain.

"Well, obviously you have something on your mind," Harry said. "Tell it all, okay?"

After listening to Harry's words, Ron took his two long legs off the bed and sat up. He looked mean, unlike his usual self.

"Okay, I'll tell it all. Don't expect me to jump up and down in the tent with joy, because we still have a lot of things to do. Those things on the list of things you don't know."

"I don't know?" Harry repeated, "Things I don't know?"

Thump, thump, thump...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fell on the river bank covered with fallen leaves around them, and some fell into the gurgling river through the darkness.

Anger replaced Harry's original happiness.

Ron's thoughts were exactly what Fanlin had expected and worried about at the beginning.

"I've never lived like this before," said Ron. "You know, my arm is broken, I don't have anything to eat, and my back is numb every night. You know, I just hope we can do something after weeks on the run."

"I think you know you asked for this," said Harry.

"Yes, I know that." Ron said calmly, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"So what's the inconsistency between your words and actions?" Harry asked, and he couldn't control his anger now. "Do you think we should stay in a five-star hotel? Look for Horcruxes every other day? You want to go back to your mother for Christmas?"

"We thought you knew what we should do!" Ron shouted, standing up, his words like a burning dagger. "We thought Dumbledore told you what to do! We thought you had a clear plan!"

"Ron!" Hermione screamed, her voice drowned out the rain outside, but Ron still ignored him.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you," said Harry, and although he felt empty inside, his voice was still very calm.

"I've been very frank with you from the beginning. I told you everything Dumbledore told me. And if you haven't noticed, we've found a Horcrux..."

"Yeah, and then, we found a Horcrux, and then we hid from place to place, and in the end we didn't even know how to find it. No fucking way!"

"Enough, Ron!" said Van Lin, "You should pay attention to what you say."

"Isn't what I said wrong? Tell me, what have we been doing? Aimlessly looking for Horcruxes? You stare at a piece of parchment all day, but what do you know?"

"I'm watching, but it's better than you complaining all day and doing nothing." Van Lin said, "What do you think you did? Injured, or something else? Who in the room hasn't done these things?"

"Yeah, I didn't do it, I really don't matter!" Ron's voice suddenly became extremely cold, it felt like the first time he faced Voldemort, and then Voldemort's soul passed through his body.

"Oh, Fanlin, you shouldn't..." Hermione pulled Fanlin, but Fanlin didn't answer, just closed the book and looked at Ron coldly.

Was it a mistake to bring Ron out?

Maybe he had too high expectations, or was too confident in himself, and took it for granted that he could change something, but in fact, he didn't change anything. After satisfying his fantasy, he made things worse?

No, there is nothing worse!

Fanlin stared at Ron coldly.

"So, I don't understand what you are complaining about. If you think you can come up with a decent and successful plan to deal with Voldemort, of course, I will do whatever you say, but you can't."

Fanlin said firmly, "I can't either. Harry, Hermione, and even Dumbledore, no one can face him with a plan made out of thin air. Our plan is very simple, collect Horcruxes, and then kill him. Of course, this is the only thing we can do, so I want to ask you, what are you complaining about? Or, I did something wrong, or Harry?"

"In other words, what right do you have to complain, except that we have been together for a long time?"

The raindrops hit the tent heavily, and tears kept flowing down Hermione's cheeks. The excitement of a few minutes ago disappeared as if it had never appeared.

It was like a small spark burst and extinguished, leaving only darkness, dampness and cold.

Ron didn't say anything, just stared at them in silence in the dark.

"What are you still doing here?" Harry took a deep breath and said.

"I don't know!" Ron said.

"You go home." Harry said.

"Okay! I'm getting ready." Ron shouted, and then he took a few steps towards Harry, and Harry didn't retreat. "You didn't hear what they said about my sister? But you didn't care, did you? It was just the Forbidden Forest, and Harry Potter, who had 'faced worse', didn't care what happened to her there, fine, those giant spiders and werewolves..."

"I just said... he was with the others... with Hagrid..."

"Yes, I understand, you don't care! No matter what happened to the rest of my family, 'the Weasleys can't afford another child to get hurt', did you hear?"

"Yes, I..."

"Even if you heard it, you didn't worry about it?"

" Ron!" Hermione wiped her tears anxiously, "I don't think that means something has happened, something we don't know. Think about it, Bill has been disfigured, and now many people know that George has one ear, and you are also speculated to be dead or lost your magic. I am sure he is talking about these things..."

"Oh, you are sure, right? Well, well, I won't let them worry about us anymore. So, you are fine, of course, your parents are fine..."

"So, this is your reason!" Fanlin stood up and grabbed Ron's collar.

"Let me go!" Ron breathed.

"You need to wake up!" As he said that, Fanlin couldn't help but punched Ron in the nose, and immediately, the bright red blood flowed down Ron's nose.

"Everyone has to take responsibility for their own actions, Ron! Mr. Weasley would not do this, nor would Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, or even Ginny, they are all much more sober than you!"

"Yeah, I'm not sober!" Ron wiped the blood under his nose with his hand, "Why should I be sober? I only care about what I care about and what I want to do. If this is wrong..."

Ron didn't finish the second half of his sentence. Suddenly, Ron stood up suddenly, and Vanlin also responded.

But before the two of them took their wands out of their pockets, Hermione had raised her wand: "There are many obstacles!"

She sobbed and said, an invisible wall of air ran across them, dividing them, Ron on the left, and the three of them on the right, as if they were two worlds, which made the people in the room feel cold.

Harry felt a little painful, as if he had broken glass. He knew very well that there was an irreparable crack between the four of them.

Ron didn't speak, but just glanced coldly at the three people opposite.

"So, I quit!" Ron said, putting the light extinguisher in his pocket next to the bed, and then rushed into the rainy night without saying a word. (To be continued)