People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Harry put his mouth to the Snitch, his heart pounding.

But the Golden Snitch did not open. He felt disappointed and frustrated: "Maybe Dumbledore just left it as a souvenir for me."

Hermione and Ron suddenly stared at the Golden Snitch in his hand with wide eyes. Afro held his wrist and held his hand to raise the Snitch in front of his eyes.

“No, there are words on it.”

The smooth surface of the Snitch was engraved with a few thin, sideways words that Harry recognized as being in Dumbledore's handwriting.

"I'll open it when I'm done."

"Is this some new popular riddle?" Wood blinked blankly.

They repeated these words many times in different accents, but could not figure out their meaning.

Finally they chose to let go of these words.

"Where's Hermione's storybook?" Ron held up the book that Hermione had flipped through most of the time and said, "I don't think Dumbledore wants you to be a writer."

"Do you remember what Doggie said?" Cedric said softly. The rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves came from outside the window.

"The triangle pattern represents the Deathly Hallows, which can be found in what Dumbledore left for Hermione, and Harry saw that... he was looking for someone who made a wand."

Cedric wrote a few words on parchment as he sorted out the clues.

Hermione had an idea and snatched back her fairy tale book, flipping through it quickly.

"I felt very familiar when I heard Doggie talking about the Deathly Hallows just now." Hermione turned to a page with illustrations and quickly browsed through it: "I should have thought of this earlier."

Her finger traced over some bold, cursive characters that read: The Legend of the Three Brothers.

"Don't you know this story?" Cedric looked at Harry's confused expression and said with a smile, "When I was little, my mother always told me this story at midnight."

"Yes, that's a legend," said Ron.

Hermione glared at the two people who were disappointed and continued reading the story above: "...Death said to them..."

"Excuse me, how does Death talk?" Harry interrupted.

"It's a legend, Harry." Afro squeezed Harry's hand, motioning him to listen to the story quietly.

Hermione read the whole story in bits and pieces, and Wood raised his hand as if he was answering a teacher's question in class.

"But there's no mention of the Deathly Hallows here."

"Indeed, there are three things in it." Afro continued to write on the paper where Cedric had written: "The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak -"

"Doggie said that the Deathly Hallows were also three things, and that this was the only story that mentioned the Grim Reaper."

"Death, death." Cedric murmured in a low voice.

After a moment of silence, Ron glanced at the ticking clock and said uncertainly, "Is this a legend?"

"But we've seen the Invisibility Cloak." Hermione looked up at Harry, who remained silent.

Everyone looked over there, and Harry felt as if a huge rock had suddenly fallen in his heart, seeming to break his chest.

Every breath feels like being pressed down by something, making it hard to breathe.

"But there are many kinds of invisibility cloaks, and powerful wizards can also use spells to..." Harry's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and he was convinced in his heart that his invisibility cloak was the one in the story.

"But there is only one thing that fits the description in the story, Harry." Afro said, looking into his eyes.

"What about the Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand?" Wood had never seen Harry's Invisibility Cloak, but he knew there was such a thing.

Just an invisibility cloak doesn't mean anything.

The only sound in the silent room was the ticking of the clock. Cedric straightened up and glanced at the sky which was getting brighter.

"Go and rest first. Maybe you'll figure this out when everyone wakes up."

The thick curtains revealed a hint of blue sky. It was quiet all around, and the only sound was the breathing of Cedric and Ron.

They suspected that Harry had something like tracking thread on him and were worried about him sleeping alone in the room.

So the three teenagers decided to squeeze together.

Wood has the habit of doing morning exercises every morning, so he is the first one to wake up among them.

"If someone wasn't chasing us, I would have thought we were on vacation." Ron tried hard to open his eyes, and he smelled the aroma of food coming from the restaurant.

These days they have been trying to find a way to open the Golden Snitch and what the Deathly Hallows actually do.

Hermione had filled the living room with all sorts of books, most of which she had packed in little pearl bags, and a small number of which she had found in the basement of the house.

Harry, on his own, explores the house that once belonged to his parents.

In the room opposite the stairs on the second floor, there is a large carved bed, and on the carpet beside the bed there are several marks of different shades.

Harry guessed there had been some toys there.

There was thick dust on the chandelier, as if no one had set foot here for years.

There were a few faded pictures on the walls, including a magical photo of four Hogwarts students holding hands and grinning at the camera.

Harry had seen this photo at his godfather Sirius's house, and he recognized his father at a glance. His hair stood up at the back of his head like his own.

I don’t know if it’s because of Dumbledore’s protection, but this room retains many marks of the Potters.

The half-open drawer was filled with messy scraps of paper, books and small items.

It was as if the owner had just opened it and left in a hurry.

Harry squatted down and picked up a book with pages falling out from the ground. It was Bagshot's "History of Magic", with a crumpled note tucked inside.

It was a letter written by Sirius to Lily. In the letter, Sirius was very happy about Harry's birth, and kept emphasizing that he was his godfather and asked not to let Lupin take him away.

The letter also said that he had prepared a birthday present for Harry, a toy broomstick...

Harry read the letter again, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, squatted down and continued to search through several books.

If Sirius had written to his mother, then his mother would have written back.

He grabbed pieces of paper and searched anxiously around the room.

Finally found a crumpled piece of parchment under a bookcase.

Harry smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper and began to read on the floor.

"...He killed his own sister. Maybe Bathilda just heard it from somewhere. I don't know how much I should believe it. But thanks to her coming over from time to time to tell some stories about Dumbledore, James must have been bored. You know how boring he is without that thing..."

Apparently it was the second half of a letter, and Harry put it in his pocket and began to search for the rest of the letter.

It’s a pity that he didn’t find it. Maybe the letter had already been sent, but his mother just happened to forget to put the second one.

Harry would rather believe that Sirius had the first copy than that it had been lost in sixteen years.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door and Afro rushed in.

"Harry, Harry, come down! Wood has found the Deathly Hallows!"