People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"The sword is flying!" Ron pointed his wand at the Silver Sword God and whispered.

The sword didn't move, and Ron stared at it in disappointment.

"Harry, you try it!" Ron recalled the last time Harry pulled out the sword in the Chamber of Secrets. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he heard Afro say so.

Harry looked at Ron, smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, "Ron, you forgot my wand is broken."

"Sorry." Ron pressed his wand into his hands.

"Harry's wand broke? When did it happen?" Afro didn't remember anyone telling her about this.

"That was the day you went to rescue Noah."

Aphrodite nodded as she rummaged through Hermione's bag and pulled out a handful of wands.

"Aphrodite, did you rob Ollivander's shop?" Hermione looked at the various wands on the ground and twitched her mouth helplessly.

"Scavenged from Death Eaters." She waved her hand at Harry. "Harry, pick one you like."

Harry lowered his head and picked and chose, and picked one that suited his hand.

He walked to the edge of the pond and pointed at the sword: "The sword is flying here."

The sword remained motionless.

Harry hung his head in frustration, remembering that the last time the sword appeared, he was calling for help.

"Help me," he cried, but the sword did not move.

Ron and Harry tried many ways, but the sword couldn't fly up. Hermione took out one book after another from her bag, looking for a way to summon the sword.

After she finished flipping through the third book, she reached into her bag irritably and touched a piece of slippery fabric.

"What is this?" Hermione took it out and examined it.

"Oh, one-piece swimsuits." Afro took them all out, exactly two pieces, perfect for Harry and Ron's figures.

Hermione looked at the swimsuit and said depressedly, "So you've been prepared for this."

"I have no choice but to hope there is a better way."

"It seems there is none left." Harry picked up his swimsuit with his uncontrollable hands, walked behind a big tree and started changing.

In fact, he had wanted to do this as early as when he saw the sword.

Harry and Ron stood barefoot on the grass, took a deep breath, and jumped into the icy pond with two splashes.

Even though the temperature outside remained above ten degrees Celsius, the water in the pond was already freezing cold.

Harry struggled to feel the bottom of the pool with his feet, then mustered up the courage to dive fully into the water.

Afro and Hermione watched anxiously as the two dark heads on the water disappeared, followed by circles of ripples.

Afro ran to the shore worriedly and stood on tiptoe to try to check the situation under the water.

Harry put his hands on the hilt of the sword and pulled hard, but he kept meeting resistance underwater.

Ron swung his feet and swam to his side, covering his hands with his and working with him.

The sword's blade trembled slightly and slowly moved up with their movements.

The four men gathered around an exquisite silver sword, the ruby ​​glittering in the sun.

"Do you think this is a real one?" Ron was wrapped in a blanket and holding a cup of hot water in his hand.

"There's a way to find out." Harry and Ron squatted on the grass in the same position.

Aphrodite and Hermione were sorting out the kitchen utensils they had just taken out. Hearing what Harry said, Hermione dusted off her hands and seemed to be relieved.

"Merlin's Goblet! You've finally given up the Deathly Hallows."

Harry lowered his head guiltily, afraid that Hermione would notice his abnormality.

In fact, he did not give up the Deathly Hallows. He stubbornly believed that Dumbledore would not leave him such a useless thing.

Just as Sirius said, maybe Dumbledore prepared the Deathly Hallows for him in order to protect his life.

"Harry needs a better wand." Avro stared at the wand in his hand that originally belonged to Bellatrix. "I remember Ollivander came back with us."

"He has been in a coma since he came back, and my mother is treating him." Ron drank the last bit of hot water in the cup, and his body finally recovered.

Harry picked up the sword and walked back to Afro, "Let's go back first."

The four of them Disapparated together just as they had come.

"My Merlin!" Molly was so frightened when she saw the four people who suddenly appeared that she almost jumped up.

Ollivander lay on the bed with a rosy face. It seemed that Molly had taken good care of him in the past two days.

"Mr. Ollivander," Harry said softly, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Ollivander's voice still sounded a little fragile: "My dear child, thank you and your friends for saving me."

"We are glad to help you," said Afro.

Harry pulled the broken wand out of his pocket and handed it to him. "Can you fix this?"

Ollivander touched the wand and said slowly: "Holly wood, phoenix feather, beautiful and tough -"

"Can you——"

"I'm sorry, kid." Ollivander said apologetically, "As much as I want to help you, I'm very sorry."

Harry was prepared, but he still felt a huge shock when he first heard it.

"It's okay, please take another look at this." Harry handed over the wand that Avro gave him.

Ollivander made an inspection and concluded: "This was once the wand of Bellatrix Slestrange."

"Once a wand is won, its allegiance changes." Ollivander handed the wand back to Harry, his eyes fixed on the small pocket where he kept his magic wands. "The wand chooses the wizard."

"But I heard there is a kind of magic battle that can only be obtained through murder."

"I think you mean only a wand." Ollivander lay on the snow-white pillow. His face was the same as the pillow, but his eyes were particularly large. "It is an object with strong temptation."

"It's sought after by millions, but I don't think it necessarily requires murder to obtain."

Harry stared at Ollivander, who was talking, and said calmly, "You told him everything, including the connection between our wands, and the Elder Wand."

Ollivander didn't know what Harry had heard. He widened his eyes in horror and screamed, "He tortured me! Used the Cruciatus Curse... Cruciatus Curse..."

"He needs to rest." Molly said suddenly.

"Thank you for telling us everything." Harry led Aphrodite and the others out of the room. Next to them was the goblin Griphook's room.

Griphook sat on a chair by the window, looking quietly at the garden.

"How is your health?"

"Still recovering." Griphook stared at Afro with his black eyes: "I know you."

Afro laughed twice: "You may have made a mistake. This is the first time we meet."

"No, it was you and two others who robbed Gringotts that night," Griphook said firmly.

Ron and Harry stared with their mouths half open in shock at Afro, who showed no guilty expression at all.

"I knew the news was talking about you." Hermione continued with an "I see" expression: "Last semester, Gringotts was messed up by three unknown wizards using the name of the Ministry of Magic."

"I remember now, some people said it was done by the Death Eaters." Ron punched the girl and laughed loudly, "Aphrodite, you did something that I have never dared to do."

Then, he turned his head and met Griphook's malicious expression: "Ahem, I'm sorry, I feel sad about this."