Chapter 1289

"What a terrible trip, it was so rushed!"

Fan Lin fell down on the grass out of breath. He didn't want to get up. He felt a little sad due to the continuous use of the magic spell and the pull of the Apparition.

They looked as if they had arrived in a moor shrouded in the mist of dusk; Hermione was already on her feet and running around them, waving her wand.

"Muggle avoidance...iron armor protection..."

"I hope Mr. Lovegood won't be too miserable..." Harry gasped slightly as he was thrown to the bottom of the cabinet, and then he withstood the power of his own blasting spell and his disapparation...

"There's nothing wrong with your spell, right?"

"Perhaps they will wonder why they arrived at Lovegood's house. In any case, I don't have time to carefully modify their memories. Forgetfulness is not an attack spell. Maybe we should use a coma spell at that time. "Fan Lin curled his lips, but they had already apparated away, so naturally they didn't think about it anymore.

"If there's any trouble, it's Lovegood's fault..."

"Hermione, how much of his memory did you erase?"

"I don't know..." Hermione said, "Maybe all day today, but I'm not sure."

"Okay, then Mr. Lovegood will definitely not have it easy." Fan Lin said, "Those two Death Eaters are not fools. They lost their memory for a whole day, and then they showed up at Lovegood's house. I I can’t imagine what will happen…”

"Perhaps they will feel that Mr. Lovegood can attack them," Harry said, "although Mr. Lovegood is not a good match for this matter."

"How do you think they'll treat him?"

"Oh, I hope they don't kill him!" Hermione whispered, "But when they get their memories back, the Ministry of Magic will definitely find something is wrong, but Mr. Lovegood may suffer a little..."

"There is no way to avoid it." Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the sky. The sun was so bright that Fan Lin had to squint his eyes.

"I wonder how Luna is doing."

"If what they say is true and Luna is still alive..." Before Harry could finish, Hermione interrupted him: "Stop talking! Stop talking! She must be alive, definitely!"

"Then I guess she should be in Azkaban now," Harry said. "Whether she can come back alive or not, although...it's not very hopeful..."

"She will." Fan Lin shook his head and said. "Luna is very strong, much stronger than we thought. She is probably telling those who are locked up stories about Hogwarts or some harassing gangsters."

"I hope you're right," Hermione said, wiping her eyes. "I feel very sorry for Xenonferrius, if..."

"If he didn't betray us to the Death Eaters, indeed," Harry said with a sigh.

They set up the tent and got in. Fan Lin made some tea. After experiencing an escape from the tiger's mouth, this damp, cold, and slightly moldy place made them feel like home, safe, familiar, and friendly.

"Well, why did we go there in the first place?" Hermione sighed after a few minutes of silence. "Harry, you're right. It's a waste of time for us to return to Godric's Hollow. The Deathly Hallows... it's all nonsense... In fact," he paused, as if something suddenly occurred to him, "it might not be anything at all. He made it up, didn't he? He probably doesn't believe in the Deathly Hallows at all, he just wanted to delay the coming Death Eaters. "

"I don't think so." Fan Lin shook his head and said, "It's difficult to make up so many things under such great pressure. Our arrival was completely unexpected. In fact, he was able to think of using us in exchange for Luna. This is something that everyone can do. Under such great pressure, Lovegood just tried to find a way to keep us, so I think what he said is true, and I also think it is true. of."

"Okay, but I don't think it matters." Hermione sighed, "Even if he didn't lie, I've never heard so many ridiculous things in my life."

"Is this really ridiculous, Hermione..."

"But..." Hermione raised her head and looked at Fan Lin stubbornly, "Even so, I still can't believe it..."

"What do you believe in? Death? Deathly Hallows?" Harry asked.

"I..." Hermione opened her mouth, "I don't know."

Fanlin looked at Hermione and Harry silently. In fact, the two of them were just a little unwilling to accept it. Even though Fanlin had brought up the matter of death very early, they were still wizards in their essence. Min went to the Pole, but there was nothing there except the undead.

As for Harry, he has never left here in his life...

What cannot be confirmed does not constitute a fact, and once admitted, this is not something that a few of them can handle.

"Of course, maybe they are untrue, but don't we have a Deathly Hallows in our hands now?"

"You mean, the invisibility cloak..."

"The legend of the three brothers is just a story," Hermione said a little stubbornly, "I can believe in God, I don't deny it, but I don't think the God of Death will leave any sacred weapon to wizards to control the power of death. Maybe, this is just A story about humanity’s fear of death. If immortality were as simple as hiding under an invisibility cloak, we’d already have everything we need, right?”

"I don't know, but we really need an invincible wand." Harry said, turning the holly wand that Fanlin gave him between his fingers.

"Harry, there is no such thing!"

"You said there were all kinds of wands... Death wands, or whatever they were called..."

"I think... I might..."

"Possibly what?"

"Old wand, remember Harry, your dream... Voldemort is looking for it, the Deathly Hallows..." Fanlin said with a wry smile, "Now there is a person who can take death, right? I don't think Voldemort will go to great lengths to use life to recreate a magical creation. Although it is very powerful, it has no meaning for Voldemort at all."

"But, the Resurrection Stone..."

"That's a death scam." Fanlin said, "Just like what the story says, the girl didn't really resurrect, and the Resurrection Stone doesn't have the ability to pull back a person who has crossed the gate. It can do , it's just recreating a false shell. "

"And, do you really have no impression of Peverell?"

"Peverell?"

"Peverell was finally buried in Godric's Hollow." Vanlin said quickly, "You have seen him, Hermione, in that cemetery, do you know anything about him?"

"I don't know." Hermione thought for a while and replied, "I recognized him when I saw the badge on his tombstone; if he was really famous or important, he would definitely appear in our book. But the only place I can find the word Peverell is in "Born Noble, Wizarding Genealogy", which I borrowed from Kreacher."

"This book lists pure-blood families whose male bloodline has disappeared. Obviously Peverell is one of the first families to disappear." Hermione thought for a while and said.

"But this doesn't mean the inheritance is broken, just like there's a generation where all the heirs are girls, or something like that, but I can say that the Peverell inheritance is still there, just with a different name."

Suddenly a flash of light appeared in Harry's mind, and he seemed to have heard the word "Peverell" before: a sloppy old man waving a ring in front of a Ministry of Magic official. Harry called out: "Marvolo Gaunt!"

"What?" Hermione said in a daze.

"Marvolo Gaunt! The grandfather of the You-Know-Who! In the Pensieve, with Dumbledore! Marvolo Gaunt said he was the heir to the Peverell family!"

Hermione looked confused.

"The ring, the ring that later became a Horcrux, Marvolo Gaunt said it had Peverell's coat of arms on it! I saw him waving the ring in front of the Ministry of Magic people's faces, almost touching the people's noses!"

"Peverell's coat of arms?" Hermione said sharply, "Did you see what it looked like?"

"I don't remember much..." Harry tried to recall, "From what I saw, it didn't seem to be anything special; there might be some scratches. I only saw it opened and then closed."

"So, you really don't know what it is, Harry, that ring?" Vanlin said inducingly.

"Ah, you think it's the mark of the Deathly Hallows again?"

"Why not," Harry said excitedly, "You're right, Vanlin! Marvolo Gaunt is just an ignorant and useless old guy who lives like a pig and only cares about his bloodline. If this ring has been passed down for centuries, he may not know what it means. There are no books in his house, believe me, he will not tell fairy tales to his children. He will definitely regard the scratches on the gem as a shield, because in his opinion, pure blood can make people more noble."

"But it's just a stone, a stone that has been passed down for centuries."

"Resurrection Stone!" Harry and Hermione said in unison, but their tones were different.

Hermione's tone was a little trembling, but Harry was very excited.

But then, Harry's excitement died out again.

If the ring was really the Resurrection Stone, Dumbledore had destroyed the Resurrection Stone, right? Voldemort made it into a Horcrux, and then they must destroy everything.

Those three objects, or Deathly Hallows, if they were in the hands of one person, their owner could manipulate death, manipulate... the victor... the conqueror... the last enemy to be faced was death... Then he thought of himself, if he was the owner of the Hallows, facing Voldemort, Voldemort's Horcruxes were simply vulnerable in comparison... Only one person could survive... Was this the answer? Use the Deathly Hallows to fight the Horcruxes? Is there any way to ensure his survival? If he mastered the Deathly Hallows, would he be safe?

"Harry?" He almost heard Hermione call him: he had taken out his invisibility cloak and stroked it with his fingers. The cloak was as soft as water and as light as air. In his nearly seven years in the wizarding world, there was nothing like it.

The cloak was indeed as Xenophilius described: it made the wearer completely invisible, and it lasted forever and could not be damaged by any spell... Then, he took a sharp breath and remembered...

"Dumbledore took it the night my parents died!" His voice was shaking and he could feel his face burning, but he didn't care. "My mother told Sirius that Dumbledore borrowed the Invisibility Cloak! That's why! He wanted to verify it because he thought it was the third Hallow! Ignotus Peverell is buried in Dorwick Hollow," Harry paced around the tent absentmindedly, feeling the truth slowly becoming clear in his mind. "He is my ancestor, and I am the descendant of the third brother! This makes sense!"

"What?"

"Harry is the descendant of Peverell..." Vanlin said with certainty, "Otherwise, why is the Potter a family? I said, Harry, you are also one of the council members of Hogwarts."

"So we already have two, right!" Harry said, "Invisibility cloak, plus a destroyed resurrection stone."

"Destroyed?" Vanlin smiled, "If the resurrection stone can be destroyed, then why would the Peverell people who knew the consequences keep it? I just destroyed the ring. To be precise, I used this sword to cut off the Horcrux. Part of it, Voldemort didn't have the ability to carve runes on the Resurrection Stone, at least at that time. "

"He didn't know it was the Resurrection Stone?"

"He grew up in an orphanage, didn't he?" Fanlin said, "And the few of us, if I hadn't discovered it, until today, I couldn't even believe the existence of these things."

"When?" Hermione paused, "How did I..."

"I started to get in touch with higher concepts," Fanlin said, "I have to face it, right? I even reorganized the myths, which will make people find a lot of interesting things."

"I don't think it's very interesting." Hermione said a little depressed and sat back.

"But didn't Voldemort make it into... a Horcrux? Maybe at that time..."

"That's a very meaningful thing." Fanlin said with a smile, "Isn't Voldemort's philosophy the glory of the pure-blood wizard family? A family that has existed since the legend, even older than the name Slytherin, the emblem of the Peverell family, can only produce the greatest value if it is left..." (To be continued)