People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"But maybe I believe him."

Bathilda laughed, picked up the goblet on the table and took a sip: "This wine is good. Have you heard of Ariana?"

"Yes, Dumbledore's sister."

Bathilda glanced at the children who were sitting in chairs, listening intently to the story.

"You know more than I thought, Harry. Never trust one side of the story. Knowing a person is multifaceted."

“People are complicated.”

"Ms. Bathilda, you haven't answered Harry's question yet." Hermione said with a frown. She felt that Bathilda was changing the subject.

"I don't know why Dumbledore took the Invisibility Cloak." Bathilda seemed to like champagne very much and poured another glass in her hand.

"Then what did you say!" Draco complained unhappily.

"Maybe it's for his youthful ideals. Do you remember that photo?" Bathilda asked Harry, who nodded.

But the photo was lost during their escape.

"That's my great-nephew, Gellert Grindelwald."

There was a sound of people gasping in the restaurant.

"Grindelwald, is he your great-nephew?" Mr. Weasley shouted without controlling his voice.

"That was a glorious summer..." Bathilda slowly recounted the little-known past: "...and in fact, there was a period of time when he was obsessed with finding the Deathly Hallows. I think he once possessed one of the Deathly Hallows at one point."

"No, it should be two." Hermione interrupted her, "Harry said that Gregorovitch's wand was stolen by a blond boy."

"Grindelwald stole it." Cedric guessed it immediately.

"Later, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, and the owner of the wand became Dumbledore," Ron continued.

Percy lowered his eyebrows, thought for a moment and raised his doubts: "But Harry's invisibility cloak may not be one of the Deathly Hallows."

"It is," said Harry firmly. "Ignotus is buried in Godric's Hollow. He is my ancestor."

"Ignotus?" Theodore heard this name for the first time. "Who is he?"

"The third brother in the legend of the three brothers is actually the three Peverell brothers, Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus." After drinking the third glass of champagne, Bathilda finally put down the goblet and stood up dizzy.

"I am an expert in the history of magic. I will not be wrong about these."

After saying this, Bathilda staggered out.

"Dumbledore once possessed three Deathly Hallows." Harry said suddenly after a moment's silence.

"Grindelwald's Elder Wand, my father's Invisibility Cloak, and Tom Reard's ring."

"Tom Reard? He's not Vol... um!" Draco was about to say Voldemort's name when Blaise and Theodore covered his mouth.

"How did you know?" Hermione looked at Harry inquiringly.

"Dumbledore told me. He showed me the ring." Harry frantically described what Dumbledore had said to him that night, and in the process, something fell to the ground, shining with gold.

As Harry bent to pick it up, the Snitch flapped its wings.

"Look, this is the ring he left for me!" Harry was full of confidence at this time, and everything became natural to him.

Sirius stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "This is the task Dumbledore gave Harry, to find the Deathly Hallows."

"The Deathly Hallows combined together can make us the master of Death." Moody's magic eye spun wildly. He laughed loudly and said, "We will definitely win!"

Afro, who had been silent the whole time, looked at everyone who was so excited and tapped his cup.

The sudden sound interrupted everyone's excitement.

"I need to remind you that Dumbledore did not ask Harry to find the Deathly Hallows."

"He did," Harry said happily, holding up the Snitch. "He directed us to Godric's Hollow, left you the key, asked Doggie to tell us the legend, and went to find Bathilda."

"Sorry, Harry." Avro couldn't help but dampen his enthusiasm: "It was my idea to go to Godric's Hollow."

"But he gave you the key!"

"Harry, Aphrodite is right." Hermione came over and helped him put away the Golden Snitch: "I think you are wrong. If Dumbledore knew this, why didn't he tell you directly?"

"He only told you to destroy the Horcruxes." Afro also came over and stroked the ends of his hair: "Dumbledore clearly told you to find and destroy the Horcruxes, not the Deathly Hallows."

"Then all our efforts are in vain?" Sirius slumped down in his chair in frustration, staring at the crystal chandelier and wailing: "We searched for so long, but all our efforts were in vain?"

Harry twirled the Snitch irritably, unable to believe that something Dumbledore had made him go to so much trouble to find was in vain.

Seeing his angry look, Draco couldn't help but want to confront him: "But Dumbledore also didn't tell you something else."

Afro elbowed him.

"Yes, you're right!" Harry could no longer suppress his anger. He paced around the restaurant: "He didn't tell me anything. He didn't tell me those things!"

"Harry, you're out of control again!" He grabbed him hard: "Don't let him affect you."

Harry suddenly held his head; his scar began to hurt again, and some blurry images flashed before his eyes.

Afro leaned over distressedly, hugged Harry, and said softly: "I know you are angry that Dumbledore didn't tell you this in person."

"He loves you, Harry," Hermione whispered.

"He doesn't love me, all he left me is a mess!"

Sirius wanted to comfort his godson, but after looking at the two young people hugging each other, he followed Molly and Arthur and left.

The next morning, Harry was back to normal. The others did not dare to bring up the topic of the previous night, so they had to talk about the search for the sword of Gryffindor.

Sirius received a letter from Kingsley early in the morning, asking him, Cedric, Wood and Percy to meet in Hogsmeade.

The twins and Mr. Weasley were out gathering other information.

"Hidden in the abyss." Draco repeated this sentence, "Not to mention the wizarding world, there are countless lakes and valleys in London."

"The Sword of Gryffindor is the relic of Godric Gryffindor. Didn't you go to..." Blaise took out his beloved fan and opened it with a swish.

"Not there, unfortunately," Hermione said with a sigh.

Afro was holding an opened letter with a brown owl standing on his arm.

"Friends, the whereabouts of the sword has been found!"

Harry immediately jumped up from his chair, moved closer to her, and looked at the contents of the parchment.

"I really want to go to the forest camp to watch the sunset again."