Together [HP]

Not daring to hesitate at all, Jacqueline apparated to Gringotts, and Hermione was not there, which made her slightly relieved, but would she be trapped below?Jacqueline frowned and looked at a large circular hole in the marble foyer. What was that?

As soon as Jacqueline's thoughts turned around, she felt that the copper nut next to her was heating up.Jacqueline's anxiety was completely relieved.Hermione is fine, she will send me a message only when she is fine.

Jacqueline swallowed her throat. She glanced at the sullen Voldemort and the terrified Draco, Lucius and Bella. She boldly poked her head out towards the hole in the middle of the hall. It looked as if it had been blasted by something.

An elderly little goblin was pushed out by other goblins. He walked tremblingly in front of Voldemort, plopped down on his knees, "Lord, master, someone, someone broke in, broke into Leicester The Lankey family vault."

"What did you say!" Voldemort's voice was high and cold, his scarlet eyes were like boiling blood.Hermione succeeded, she got the Horcrux!Jacqueline held her magic robe tightly, she couldn't be too excited, she had to restrain herself.Think of Uncle Rufus, Jacqueline, think of him, think of something sad...

"Say it again!" muttered Voldemort, "Say it again!"

"Lord, master," the goblin stammered, his black eyes wide open in terror, "lord, master... let's try, try to stop, stop them... imposter, master... ...broke, broke into, the gold of the Lestranges, the vault..."

"Imposters? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had a way of identifying impostors, didn't I? Who were they?"

"Yes... yes... male, boy Bo, Potter and two, two accomplices..."

"So they took something?" he said, his voice rising, and a terrible premonition seized him. "Tell me! What did they take?"

"One... a little gold, a little gold cup, master, master..."

"Impossible!" Voldemort shouted frantically, and at that moment, Jacqueline shuddered, and she quietly moved towards the deformed door of Gringotts.

Voldemort raised the wand in his hand high, and the wand fell from the air like a bolt of lightning.Green light shot out, and the kneeling goblin rolled to the ground, dead.The wizards behind Voldemort scattered in fright.

Jacqueline crazily recited the ancient runes to add layers of protection to herself, while rushing outwards with her head buried.Hermione succeeded, and Voldemort went berserk.He's killing people, there's only one last Horcrux left, it must be in the school, it must be!It was only the last one, and with the destruction of the Horcruxes, she might be able to destroy Voldemort, and she would be successful.

Jacqueline jumped forward, she stepped out of the Gringotts gate, and she finally saw the blue sky outside.She leaned on her knees, bent over and panted loudly.Where is she going?Malfoy Manor, it goes without saying that she wants to get the potion.And after that...

"You bastard, Lucius!" Bella's furious voice sounded behind Jacqueline, Jacqueline suddenly came to her senses, she was still with the Death Eaters, she couldn't be careless, she couldn't be at this last moment , fall short.

Jacqueline turned around, and she saw that Bella was holding on to the collar of Lucius's robe tightly, holding Hermione's wand high in one hand, "I've been warning you, don't use this as bait ! Look at what you have done! Master will never trust me now!"

"How did I know that group of stupid goblins would be fooled by them." Lucius' face was almost transparent, he explained palely. "I've given them instructions. Once someone takes out your wand..." Lucius stopped suddenly, and he turned his head to stare at Jacqueline viciously. "It's you, it's her! She must have put this The plan was told to Potter!"

Bella let go of Lucius' collar, and Lucius took a few steps back to stabilize himself. He tugged at his collar and coughed a few times.

"Jacqueline Graham! I'm going to kill you!" Bella yelled angrily, raising Hermione's wand high in her hand.

"That's great." Jacqueline hugged her chest, she sneered angrily, "It's all on me again, I still don't understand what happened. What's so great about that golden cup Things, let Potter and the others steal them? Also, isn’t Gringotts always claiming to be as safe as Hogwarts?”

Bella stared at Jacqueline, she turned her head slowly towards Lucius, "How could she know about this plan! Who did she know about this plan from!"

"Do you think I told her?" Lucius said coldly, "You think I betrayed the Dark Lord? Do you think I don't know the consequences of betrayal? I will treat Narcissa and my son like this!"

Lucius pointed at Jacqueline angrily and shouted, "She overheard all this, and then secretly told Potter."

"That's right." Jacqueline smiled coldly, and she nodded emphatically, "I can hear all your plans when I stay in your basement, is it because of this reason that you put all the prisoners there, Just so they can hear your plans!"

As Jacqueline said, she took a step forward and began to turn over the pockets of her magic robe one by one, shouting at Bella, "Haven't you all been suspecting that I tipped off the news? Come on, Take a look, what on earth am I carrying, and tell me, how the hell did I communicate with Potter and the others!"

"If you are still not satisfied," Jacqueline snapped, "then search my room, go! But if you can't find anything," Jacqueline snorted angrily, crossing her arms, looked at them contemptuously.

Lucius and Bella swallowed simultaneously, but neither of them stepped forward.

"Just as I thought." Jacqueline snorted coldly with disdain, "If your mutual accusations and shirking responsibility are over, then I think we should go back now, sit down and discuss how to make up for your mistakes. next fault."

Jacqueline glanced at them and Apparated.

As soon as Jacqueline's feet touched the ground, she couldn't wait to look around, and when she confirmed that no one was watching her nearby, she took out a gold coin and sent Hermione a message:

V, angry.careful.

Then, Jacqueline gritted her teeth, and she added:

Astronomy, tower, see.

As soon as she finished posting, she heard a few 'popping' sounds and Narcissa's hurried footsteps. Jacqueline quickly put the copper nuts away, and she sat down on a chair in the hall, waiting With the arrival of Bella, Narcissa, Lucius and Draco.

"We're going to Hogwarts." Harry jumped up from the ground. "The last Horcrux is there. Now he's going to check the others are safe, the first being the ring. He thinks Hogwarts The safest one is because Snape's there and it's going to be hard for us to sneak in without being spotted. I think he'll check that one last, but he could still be there in a few hours."

"So did you see somewhere in Hogwarts?" Ron asked, getting up too.

"No, he was thinking about warning Snape, not where exactly that thing was..."

"Wait, wait!" Hermione yelled as Ron grabbed the Horcrux and Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak again, "can't just go on like this, without a plan, we need to..."

"We're not Jacqueline Graham!" Harry said firmly. "We'll never have a perfect plan like hers, and we need to act now. Once he finds out that the ring and locket are gone." Now, can you imagine what he would do? What if he thinks that Hogwarts is not safe enough and transfers the Horcrux?"

"How do we get in?" Ron asked quickly.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade first," said Harry, "and see..."

"Let's go to the Hog's Head." Hermione seemed to have made up her mind, she took a long breath, "We'll go there, and I think I know where the last Horcrux is hidden."

Harry looked at her in surprise, but Hermione didn't want to say anything more. "Well, come under the cloak, Hermione, and I hope we don't part this time."

The beating of great wings echoed across the black lake: the dragon had drunk enough to fly into the air.They temporarily stopped their preparations and watched it fly higher and higher. The black figure was reflected in the rapidly darkening sky until it disappeared behind the mountain peak not far away.Then Hermione came and stood between them, and Harry pulled the cloak down as far as it could go.They spun in place together, entering the oppressive darkness.

Hermione's feet touched the floor, and in the dim light of a lone candle flickering, she saw the shabby, dirty, sawdust-strewn bar of the Hog's Head.Hermione's heart tightened slightly. In the fifth grade, Jacqueline sat in that position and eavesdropped on their DA's meeting.In the sixth grade, she was also the one who helped her drunk self up the flight of stairs.And now... Hermione's hand reached into her pocket, and the Galleon still didn't feel any heat.Is she okay?Will Voldemort blame her after knowing all this?

"You...all right, all right," the bar owner's gruff voice came from the stairs, which startled Potter and the others, "Take off the damn invisibility cloak, I can see your feet now."

Harry gave Hermione and Ron a silent look under the cloak, gripped his wand tightly, and pulled the cloak off himself and Ron.

"You bloody fools," said the barman roughly, looking at the three of them one by one, "what do you think you've come here?"

"I..." Harry looked at Hermione, and Hermione stepped forward. In order not to be seen by Harry, she turned sideways to block Harry's sight, then she took out a parchment from her pocket, and put the parchment Open it to reveal a small key inside.

"She asked me to show you this," said Hermione in a voice only the two of them could hear. "She said you'd know."

"Of course I'll know!" the bar owner yelled, "Damn it, the day has come, hasn't it." Then he pushed Hermione a little rudely, pointed at the stairs and yelled, "Go up, you guys All go up!"

Hermione and the three of them glanced at each other, but they had no choice but to go up the rickety stairs as the bar owner said.Harry's attention was drawn to something on the mantelpiece: a small rectangular mirror propped on it, just below the portrait of the girl.

The barkeeper followed them into the room.

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Harry stepped forward and looked up at his face, trying to see him through the wispy strands of gray hair and beard.He wore glasses, and behind the dirty lenses, his blue eyes were bright and piercing.

"What I see in the mirror are your eyes."

The room was silent.Harry and the barkeeper looked at each other.

"Dobby was sent by you."

The bar owner nodded, looking left and right for the elf.

"I thought he was going to stay with you. Where did you leave him?"

"He's dead," said Harry. "Bellatrix Lestrange killed him."

The barkeeper's face was expressionless.After a moment he said, "This news makes me sad. I like that elf."

He turned around, no longer looked at the three of them, and lit the lamps with his wand.

"You're Aberforth," Harry said into his back.

Noncommittal, he bent over to light the fire.

"How did you get this?" Harry asked, walking over to Sirius' mirror, which was the same mirror that Harry had smashed two years earlier.

"Bought it from Mundungus about a year ago," said Aberforth. "Albus told me about it. I've been keeping an eye on you."

Ron was gasping for breath.

"That silver doe!" he said excitedly, "is that you too?"

"What are you talking about?" Aberforth asked.

"Someone sent a doe Patronus to find us!"

"My Patronus is a goat," said Aberforth impatiently.

"Oh," said Ron, "yes... well, I'm hungry!" his stomach rumbled suddenly, and he said it defensively.

"I have something to eat," said Aberforth.He went out of the room, and returned a moment later with a large loaf of bread, some slices of cheese, and a jug of mead, which he placed on a little table in front of the fire.The three of them ate and drank hungrily, and the room fell silent for a while, save for the crackling of the fire, the clinking of goblets, and the sound of chewing food.

"Okay," said Aberforth, by this time they'd had their fill, and Harry and Ron slumped sleepily in their chairs, "need to figure out the best way to get you out of here. Not at night, as you heard just now, what happens when people are outdoors at night: touch the Howling Charm, and they'll jump on you like a Bowtruckle on a vixen's egg. Wait until daybreak, when the curfew is lifted, You can put on your invisibility cloak again and go on foot. Get out of Hogsmeade quickly and into the mountains, where you can Apparate and maybe see Hagrid. Since they tried to catch him, he and Glo Pu hid together in a cave."

"We're not leaving," said Harry, "we need to get into Hogwarts."

"Don't be a fool, boy," said Aberforth.

"We have to go," said Harry.

"What you must do," said Aberforth, leaning forward, "is to get as far away from here as possible."

"You don't understand. Time is running out and we must enter the castle. Dumbledore, your brother, wants us to..."

The firelight shone on Aberforth's spectacles, and the grimy lenses suddenly turned an opaque, splint-like bright white, and Harry thought of the blind eyes of the giant spider Aragog.

"My brother Aberforth wants many things," said Aberforth, "and people are often hurt as he carries out his grand plans. Get out of this school, Potter, and out of this country if you can. Forget about my brother and his clever schemes. He went somewhere where none of this hurt him, and you don't owe him anything."

"You don't understand," said Harry again.

"Oh, do you?" whispered Aberforth. "You think I don't know my own brother? You think you know Albus better than I do?"

"That's not what I meant," said Harry, his head dull from exhaustion and overeating, "it was... he left me with a task."

"Oh, is it?" said Aberforth. "A nice job, isn't it? Pleasant? Simple and easy? Something a little wizard without seniority can do without trying?"

Ron sneered unnaturally.Hermione looked nervous.

"I, it's not easy, it's not easy," said Harry, "but I have to do it..."

"'Must do'? Why 'must do'? He's dead, isn't he?" said Aberforth roughly. "Don't think about it, boy, before you follow in his footsteps! Keep you life!"

"I can not."

"why?"

"I," Harry felt speechless, he couldn't explain, so he turned from defense to offense, "but you're fighting too, you're in the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Not anymore," said Aberforth. "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​over, You-Know-Who has won, it's over, and those who pretend not to admit it are deluding themselves. You'll never be safe here, Potter, he's anxious." Can't wait to catch you. So go abroad, hide, save your life. Better take those two, too," he said, nodding Ron and Hermione with his thumb. They're dangerous as long as they're alive, and now everybody knows they're working with you."

"I can't leave," said Harry, "I have a mission."

"Leave it to someone else!"

"No, it must be me, Dumbledore explained very clearly..."

"Oh, did he? So, did he tell you everything, was he honest with you?"

Harry wanted so badly to say "yes," but somehow the simple word wouldn't come to his lips.Aberforth seemed to know what he was thinking.

"I know my brother, Potter. He learned secrecy at my mother's knee. Secrets and lies, that's how we were raised, and Albus... he was born with it."

The old man's eyes turned to the portrait of the girl on the mantelpiece.By now Harry had taken a good look around and knew that this was the only painting in the room.There is no Albus here.A picture of Dumbledore and others.

"Mr. Dumbledore," said Hermione a little timidly, "is this your sister? Ariana?"

"Yes," said Aberforth stiffly, "read Rita Skeeter, did you, girl?"

Even under the red firelight, Hermione's face could be seen blushing.

"Effias Doge mentioned her to us," said Harry, trying to relieve Hermione.

"That old fool," murmured Aberforth, taking another swig of mead, "he thinks my brother has sunlight shining from every pore, well, a lot of people think that, and it looks like the three of you do too. No exception."

Harry didn't speak.He didn't want to talk about the doubts and hesitations he'd had about Dumbledore that had haunted him for months.He had made the choice when he dug Dobby's grave, and he had decided to follow Albus.Dumbledore pointed out the danger, the tortuous road continued, although Dumbledore didn't tell him everything he needed to know, but he only believed it.He didn't want to doubt anymore, he didn't want to hear anything that would distract him from his goal.Harry met Aberforth's gaze, which was uncannily similar to his brother's gaze: both were bright blue eyes, both seemed to see through the object being examined.Harry felt that Aberforth knew what he was thinking and looked down on him for it.

"Professor Dumbledore cares about Harry, very much," whispered Hermione.

"Oh, is it?" said Aberforth. "It's funny how many people my brother cared about ended up being miserable when he didn't care about them."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, breathlessly.

"None of your business," said Aberforth.

"But that's a really strong statement!" said Hermione. "You, are you talking about your sister?"

Aberforth glared at her hard, his lips twitching as if chewing on something he was holding back.Then, suddenly, he opened up the chatterbox.

"When my sister was six years old, she was attacked by three Muggle boys. They saw her doing magic through the hedge in the back garden. She was a child, and she couldn't get away with it, not even a wizard at that age. I guess, The boys were frightened by what they saw. They squeezed in through the hedge, and my sister couldn't tell them how the magic worked, so they lost control and tried to stop the little monster from doing magic again."

In the firelight, Hermione's eyes were wide open, and Ron looked a little uncomfortable.Aberforth rose to his feet, as tall as Albus, suddenly frightening with anger, with excruciating pain.

"What they did ruined her and she never came back to normal. She didn't want to use magic, but couldn't get rid of it. The magic went inside her and drove her crazy, and when she couldn't control it, The magic just works on her. She's weird and dangerous at times, but most of the time she's cute, timid and harmless."

"My father went to those bastards," said Aberforth, "and gave them a lesson and ended up in Azkaban. He never said why he did it, and if the Ministry of Magic knew Ariana's condition, she will be imprisoned for life in St. Mungo's Hospital. They will see her as a serious threat to the "International Statute of Secrecy" because of her insanity, and her inner magic when it is out of control. It will explode."

"We had to keep her safe and hide her. We moved, lied about her being sick and my mother took care of her and tried to keep her calm and happy."

"She likes me best," said Aberforth, speaking as if a scruffy boy was peering through Aberforth's wrinkled face and tangled beard, "not Albus .Albus was upstairs in his bedroom when he was at home, reading his books, counting his awards, and corresponding with 'the most famous wizard of the day'," Aberforth said with a grin. She doesn't want to worry about her at all. She likes me the most. When my mother can't make her eat, I can coax her to eat; when she has a temper, I can calm her down; sheep."

"Then she was 14 years old ... well, I wasn't there," Aberforth said. "If I had been there, it would have calmed her down. She was having temper tantrums again, and my mother wasn't as young as she used to be, and as a result ...it was an accident, Ariana couldn't help herself, my mother was killed."

Harry felt a surge of sympathy and resistance, and he didn't want to hear any more.But Aberforth went on, and Harry wondered if the old man hadn't said anything about it in ages, maybe he'd never told anyone.

"Thus, Albus' plans to travel the world with young Dorje were dashed. The two of them came back for my mother's funeral, and then Dorje set off on his own, leaving Albus to stay as the head of the family. Bah!"

Aberforth spat into the fire.

"I told him I would take care of my sister, I don't care about school, I can stay home and study by myself. But he said I have to finish my studies and he will take over from my mother. It's a bit of a disappointment for Mr. Elite. Take care A half-crazed sister who stopped her from blowing up the house every other day and no one gave him a prize. But he did a good job the first few weeks...then the guy came."

At this time, Aberforth showed a very dangerous expression on his face.

"Grindelwald. Finally, my brother has someone to talk to, someone as smart and talented as he is. Taking care of Ariana is secondary, and they spend all day trying to build new wizards Projects of order, finding the Hallows, doing all the things they're deeply interested in. What does it matter if a little girl is neglected for the grand scheme of things, for the good of the wizarding world at large? Albus is working for a greater good !"

"After a few weeks, I had had enough, had enough. I was about to go back to Hogwarts by then, so I told them, told them both, face to face, as I am to you now," Aberforth looked down at Harry, and it wasn't hard to imagine him as a teenager, wiry and angry, standing up to his brother. "I told him you'd better give up early. You can't move her, she's not in the right shape, you can't take her with you, go where you're going, give your smart speeches, build a following for yourself He doesn't like to hear it." Aberforth said, the firelight shone on his glasses, temporarily covering his eyes, and the lenses were white again, "Grindelwald was very upset, he was angry, Said I was a stupid little boy trying to get in the way of him and my wonderful brother... And don't I understand? Once they changed the world so that wizards stopped hiding and Muggles kept their heads, I That poor sister will never have to hide anymore."

"We got into an argument... I drew my wand, he drew his, I got the Cruciatus Curse, it was my brother's best friend, and Albus tried to stop him. So the three of us had a duel , the flashes of light and the loud noises stimulated my sister, she couldn't bear it..."

Aberforth's face suddenly paled, as if mortally wounded

"I guess she wanted to help, but she didn't know what she was doing, I don't know who among us did it, it could have been anyone, she died."

When he said the last sentence, his voice choked up, and he plopped down on the nearest chair.Hermione was in tears, and Ron was almost as pale as Aberforth.Harry just felt sick for a moment: he wished he hadn't heard, wished he could get it out of his mind.

"I...I'm sorry," Hermione whispered.

"Not anymore," said Aberforth hoarsely, "forever."

He wiped his nose with his sleeve and cleared his throat.

"Of course, Grindelwald ran away. He already had some criminal records in his own country, and he didn't want to put Ariana's blame on him. Albus is relieved, isn't he? Freed from the burden of his sister, he can To be the greatest wizard without any worries."

"He was never free," said Harry.

"What did you say?" said Aberforth.

"Never," said Harry, "the night your brother died he drank a poison and became insane. He started shouting, pleading with someone who wasn't there: "Don't hurt them, please... Come on me. '"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry in surprise.He never told them the specific details of the small island in the middle of the lake.What happened after he and Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts made that scene seem unimportant.

"He thought he was back in time, with you and Grindelwald, and I knew it was," Harry said, remembering Dumbledore's sobbing plea, "He thought he was watching Grindelwald hurt you And Ariana...it was so painful for him, if you saw him at the time, you wouldn't say he was free."

Aberforth stared intently at his gnarled, veined hands.After a long time, he said: "Potter, how can you be sure that my brother is more interested in you than the greater good? How can you be sure that you are not dispensable like my little sister?" Woolen cloth?"

It seemed that a sharp shard of ice had pierced Harry's heart.

"I don't believe it. Dumbledore loved Harry," said Hermione.

"Then why didn't he tell Harry to hide?" Aberforth retorted, "Why didn't he tell Harry to take care of himself and save his life?"

"Because," Harry answered before Hermione, "sometimes you have to think about more than your own safety! Sometimes you have to think about the greater good! It's war!"

"You're only 17, kid!"

"I'm an adult, I'm going to keep fighting, even if you've given up!"

"Who said I gave up?"

"'The Order of the Phoenix is ​​over,'" Harry repeated, "'You-Know-Who has won, it's over, and those who pretend not to admit it are deluding themselves.'"

"I didn't say I wanted to, but it's true!"

"No, it's not," said Harry, "your brother knows how to take You-Know-Who and he told me how. I'm going to keep going until I succeed, or die. Don't think I don't know how it might end. Morning I knew that years ago."

Harry waited for a smirk or a rebuttal from Aberforth, but he didn't, he just scowled.

"We need to get into Hogwarts," Harry continued. "If you can't help, we'll wait until dawn and figure out our own way without bothering you. If you can help, then this is a good time to speak up."

Aberforth remained motionless in his chair, staring blankly at Harry with eyes so much like his brother's.Finally, he cleared his throat, stood up, walked around the small table, and walked to Ariana's portrait.

"You know what to do," he said.

The girl smiled slightly, turned around and walked away. She didn't disappear beside the picture frame like the people in the usual portraits, but seemed to be walking along a long tunnel painted behind her.They watched her slender figure go further and further away, before being swallowed up by darkness.

"Uh, what's the matter?" Ron wanted to ask.

"There's only one way to get in now," said Aberforth. "You must know that the whole school has never been so guarded. From what I've been told, they've blocked all the old secret passages at both ends. The walls are surrounded by Death Eaters, and there are constant patrols in the school. Snape is in charge, and the Carlo brothers and sisters are his right-hand men. Even if you enter the school, what can you do... well, that's your own business Yes, didn't you? You said you were ready to die."

"But..." Hermione said, frowning at Arianna's portrait.

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Aberforth ignored them and walked out.Hermione glanced at Harry, she followed Aberforth out, caught up with him, and asked softly, "You know Jacqueline, don't you?"

"I know her?" Aberforth laughed, "I wish I didn't know that bloody bastard." Aberforth's blue eyes were fixed on Hermione, and he laughed, " I saw you, the day you were drunk. That bastard gave you the key in the hope that I could protect you and send you away."

"But..." said Hermione, and with a wag of his finger, Aberforth motioned for Hermione to follow him into the next room.

Aberforth walked into the room, lit a candle, sat himself down in a rickety chair, and took a sip from a dirty glass, "When she was seven years old, she followed Her mother came to my place. And the second time she came over, guess what that little bastard said to me?"

Hermione shook her head.

"She said to me directly, you are Aberforth, Albus Dumbledore, brother of the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Hermione smiled slightly, she could think of how confidently Jacqueline raised her head and said such words to the old man at that time.

"At that time, I thought that the Graham family would finally produce a Ravenclaw. But before she left, while Yuna was not paying attention, she whispered to me that I wanted to meet Dumbledore Principal, because I have the same goals as him."

Hermione couldn't help opening her mouth. At that time, did Jacqueline have the goal of killing Voldemort?

"Think about it, a seven-year-old child." Aberforth patted his knee, "Just want to kill the darkest Dark Lord, besides Slytherin, there is another house that is more suitable for her ?"

Hermione pursed her lips, but she didn't answer.

"I gave her the key to tell her that if she encounters danger one day, she can come and hide with me." Aberforth said, looking at Hermione. "And she's giving it to you now..."

"She's the smartest wizard I've ever seen," Aberforth sighed softly, "perhaps even better than my brother. But now, I'm afraid she..."

"Hermione!" Ron screamed from the next room, "Come and see, who's here!"

Hermione looked at Aberforth, she was waiting for him to finish, but Aberforth just waved his hand wearily, got up and walked to the next door, and Hermione had to follow him out of the room.

"Neville!" Hermione saw as soon as she entered the room, Neville Longbottom was standing in the middle of the room, hugging Harry tightly, "Really, how could that be!"

"Oh, Hermione." Neville laughed and let go of his arms. He strode up to Hermione and hugged her tightly, "There is something I have to tell you, you are not the only one who keeps that A man with a gold Galleon."

Hermione looked shocked, and she tightly covered her mouth with her hand, "My God, Merlin, you, don't you, you all..."

Neville laughed, "It took us a few months