Chapter 810

Harry's right hand was shaking.

He held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and tried to calm his increasingly tight breathing. He felt like a fire in his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But he couldn't stop, because Maka said before leaving that he was the one who could hold the sword.

Gryffindor sword, this is the current name of the sword. A thousand years ago, Godric Gryffindor got it and made a great reputation with it.

Now, the sword is in his hand.

I remember Maka said that this sword is powerful but dangerous. Therefore, he can only stay alone in the room where he can respond to requests, familiarize himself with it, wave it, and try to mobilize some forces that only belong to it.

"I call its power 'anger', and if you want to be its real master, you must know how to control the anger in your heart."

"Remember what the branch hat said? Gryffindor college is characterized by courage, boldness and forthright. It is the courage buried in your heart. The story book Dumbledore gave you is to guide your will in this regard."

"So, use your courage to control it - I can't say it must be right, but according to some of my inferences, I don't think it can be wrong at least."

"Try it! From the moment when the Gryffindor sword automatically appears in your palm, it means that it is willing to let you hold it!"

Harry thought over and over again about what Marca had said.

He doesn't know where these so-called "inferences" come from, but he believes in Maka. Even if... Even if he once held the sword, he hurt Luna.

Marca didn't elaborate on Haier Bo, but Harry realized the horror of the other party. This time, driven by Marca, Harry was determined to pick up the sword again.

Not to mention anything else, just to prevent being occupied by the other party, he had to give it a good try.

"Drink!"

With a low cry, Harry raised his sword again and waved it suddenly. The bright body of the sword drew a flashing silver light in front of him.

Unfortunately, he still didn't feel any strange power.

"Ah! My arms are so sour..."

Harry shook his hands and whispered.

……

Just as Harry was waving his sword, Hermione and Ron were outside by the window hole at the end of the corridor.

There is a small platform for vases and other decorations, but now there are no things there, but they can sit down for them.

In fact, except Hermione and Ron, even Luna and Neville are here.

Yes, Neville actually just came out of the school hospital with some bandages on his head.

In fact, the back of his head healed yesterday. After all, in Mrs. Pomfrey's eyes, that little trauma is nothing. But Mrs. Pomfrey seemed to think that the head injuries should be handled carefully, so she applied some herbs to Neville after the trauma healed.

Oh, poor Neville, I hope Mrs. Pomfrey's medicine works wonders! If his brain seeds can be better used in the future, it must be Mrs. Pomfrey's credit.

"... you've met so many things since I slipped?"

After hearing Hermione's rough explanation, Neville looked a little surprised. It's just that his tall figure and his shrinking appearance always make people feel a little funny.

"No, it's not just your wrestling time," said Ron casually. "In fact, it's been several days, maybe more than..."

As he spoke, he turned over and over a small bottle in his hand.

It can be seen that on the cork, he was wearing a silver chain around his neck and hung on his chest.

Like Harry's story book, it was also a small gift given by Dumbledore after his death. Similar to this, there is a small piece of dung stone that has always been put in Hermione's bag.

"What on earth is installed here?"

Through the transparent bottle body, you can clearly see that it is a gray material as delicate as dust. As he shook the little bottle repeatedly, the dust in it would tilt a little.

But beyond that, there's nothing special.

"Alas -"

Ron pursed his mouth, pulled open his collar and stuffed the vial back.

Although Marca said that everything Dumbledore gave them may have a deep meaning, and Harry's story book has been reflected previously.

However, Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all. If he doesn't want to say it clearly, they may not be able to guess.

"Hermione, have you found anything new about your dung stone?"

Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Hermione, who was sitting on the other side, even though there was obviously no expectation in his tone.

Sure enough, Hermione shook her head.

"I've already checked it. I don't know how many times. It's really just a dung stone..." she didn't look back. "And from this point of view, maybe Professor Dumbledore thought I would be poisoned?"

"Well, you haven't tried to split it to have a look?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" hearing Ron say this, Hermione finally turned and stared at him. "I won't do that, let alone Marca doesn't suggest that I do that."

"Oh, that's great!" Ron said helplessly. "Although we already know that Professor Dumbledore's gift is strange, we can't figure out what it is."

His words seemed to put a hasty end to the conversation just now, and the corner between the corridors was quiet again.

The world outside the window hole is still raining, pattering endlessly, giving people the feeling of slowly flooding the whole world.

This feeling aggravates the boredom in everyone's heart. Even Neville, who didn't know much about the matter, was infected by the atmosphere.

If there is another person here who will feel in a good mood, it is undoubtedly Luna.

Instead of sitting on the edge of the stone platform with Hermione and them, she stood alone in front of the window hole, gently picking up the cold bricks to see the appearance.

Maybe it's because of the gusts of wind from time to time, and the rain and fog outside also drift in. It can be seen that the pale blond hair on her forehead had been stuck together by the rain, but she didn't care.

For Luna, the world has always been full of fun. Even in the eyes of others, the rain brought only damp and cold, but it seemed to her as fascinating as sunny days.

The next moment, Luna was trying to reach out and try the feeling of rain and fog falling on her palm, but suddenly found that there was another person beside her.

"Hermione?"

She turned her head and smiled a clean smile at Hermione who came to her.

There was another gust of wind outside, which was wrapped in a dense drizzle. Both of them subconsciously narrowed their eyes, let the rain sweep across their cheeks and blow the ends of their hair around their ears.

"Luna," Hermione whispered softly, putting her hair back, "I want to say 'I'm sorry'... You kindly invited me to Hogsmeade yesterday, but I..."

"Huh?" Luna blinked her silver gray eyes. "It doesn't matter. It's all the fault of harassing the Gadfly... But it's dangerous! I didn't know that harassing the Gadfly would be so powerful. Maybe... It's a new variety that has mutated?"

"Er..."

Hermione blinked, too. She didn't know how to answer.

But fortunately, Luna is not the kind of girl who has to go on with the topic. Seeing Hermione seemed a little stunned, she took the initiative to gently hold Hermione's hand, and a trace of warmth passed from her palm.

"Yes! How did Maka help you drive away the harassing gadfly later? Dad said to put the silver crucible next to his head, and then the harassing gadfly would think it was another head, so that at least half of them could be separated..."

Listening to Luna's more and more crooked words and feeling the temperature in the palm of her hand, Hermione didn't want to say anything about apologizing or not apologizing.

In front of this girl, probably no one is willing to talk about some heavy topics.

Just then, while listening to the harassment gadfly, she looked sideways at Hermione outside the window hole. Suddenly, she poked her head and looked carefully into the dense rain curtain outside.

The outside world is still hazy, and as the sky darkens, even the large lawn in the school Court seems a little blurred.

However, Hermione seemed to see some figures coming from the school gate in the distance.

"Who are those...?"

With Hermione's words, Luna turned her head and soon gave a light "Oh".

"In front is Professor McGonagall," she said. "Today, Professor McGonagall is wearing her little black pointed hat, which is easy to recognize..."

"Pointed hat? You can see that?" Hermione said in surprise.

But soon, the appearance of the Wizards led by Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's sight. Those people were getting closer and closer. Even at such a high position, Hermione recognized at least two of them except MEG.

At this time, Ron and they all came to another window next to him and craned their necks to look under the castle.

"Walking behind Professor McGonagall is babajid aginbad, the current president of the International Federation of wizards; and behind him is skrinje..."

"Yes, Minister of magic, we all know each other." Ron interrupted. "I just want to know if they came to school to... Well, call Harry out first! When Professor McGonagall called us, he saw Harry still carrying a sword in his hand..."

"Yes."

Hermione nodded and took the lead in walking to the wall where the entrance of the responsive room was located.

But she walked back and forth skillfully three times, and then reached out to grab the doorknob. At the moment when the door leaf was formed in a hurry, her palm just rested on the copper handle. Just a slight twist, the door opened.

But in the next second, a low roar suddenly came out of the crack in the door.