Chapter 401： Invincible Andros

"Hailbo?!"

Ron gave a short scream, and the people in the lounge immediately looked in their direction. He hurriedly lowered his head, his nose was almost on the table, and beckoned to Harry and Hermione.

The two got closer, Ron's eyes kept turning, and he asked in a low voice, "It's...that Helbo? The creator of the Horcrux?"

"Yes." Hermione said.

Ron hurriedly looked at the grey hourglass. Harry had wiped the dust on its surface before, but it still looked full of age. He said in a trembling voice, "Do you think... will it be hidden inside? Part of Helbo?"

"You mean Horcrux?" Harry asked nervously, and he looked at the hourglass, which was in Hermione's hand.

"will not!"

Hermione said simply, "Professor Haipu checked before..."

She raised her head, sat upright, and re-told the things in the Egyptian pyramids, focusing on the statue and altar of Helbo, and how the statue was decayed.

"That's hard to understand...you wait a minute!"

She ran back to the girls’ dormitory, and after a while she brought back a shallow wooden plate made of chestnut wood. Both Harry and Ron understood what she was thinking-to reproduce the scene with a memory disk.

So they sat together, watching the silver sand in the memory disk like rain, the dark and gloomy pyramid dark room reappeared in the summer vacation, the cursed narrow aisle, isolated from the world like the basilisk corpse forgotten by time, and hurried A glimpse of the statue but quickly faded.

All they saw were from Hermione's perspective. She was one step behind Felix at the time, and when he breathed a breath, the statue completely broke apart, then turned into fine dust and disappeared.

Harry and Ron watched this scene in shock, no matter how delicate the language could not fully describe this scene.

"Wait a minute," Hermione said, staring at the memory disk intently. "The reliefs on the side walls of the altar are studded with gems and small objects. From the current point of view, they are all antiques...Look!"

Harry and Ron got closer, and with the help of Hermione's memory, they saw the altar rotating, revealing the images of various wizards carved on the side walls.

"Where? I only saw gems!" Ron was about to put his nose on.

"Don't stare at the gems. These wizard reliefs are the point. Everything in their hands is inlaid." Hermione stretched out her fingers and pointed them one by one: "The gems are all on the side. From the position, they are pure decoration Oh, of course, with Helbo’s cunning, it’s not impossible to include the curse, but it’s definitely gone now."

Harry observed carefully and found that these wizard reliefs were holding various small objects, small bottles, feathers, small wooden sticks (maybe a wand?) and... a gray hourglass.

"There really is an hourglass, it's exactly the same!" Ron said in surprise. "Your memory is really good, Hermione."

Hermione hummed triumphantly: "At first I thought it was an hourglass on the time converter. You know I used to hold it for a year... But I soon realized that they are different. Although they are about the same size, the time The converter is a gold timer. The hourglass on it is round at both ends, while Harry’s is flat and can stand on the table."

"How do we know... we haven't seen it again." Ron muttered softly.

He picked up the hourglass with interest and set it up on the table to look at it carefully. Through the grayish, glass-like translucent container, one could vaguely see some dark golden agglomerates inside. They were piled together, completely Lost liquidity.

"Are you really sure that there is no remnant of magic on it?"

Hermione hesitated: "To be sure, at least it is not a Horcrux or a curse. The traces of magic can be seen from Professor Haipu's magic point of view."

"It's very convenient." Ron said, but obviously he cares more about the conclusion given by an authoritative person. He picked up the hourglass and shook it vigorously, the dark golden substance inside seemed to be stuck to the inner container, motionless.

"Oh, it seems that no matter what it used to be, it is just a very ordinary thing now. I know that some shops in Diagon Alley will accept such items. You know, old antique... Do you plan to sell it? Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "It looks quite monumental, doesn't it? At least remind me that Horcruxes will decay," he grinned and said with a mocking tone: "If I had a chance to meet Voldemort, I would Tell him that the immortality he wants is just a daydream."

...

The next day, November 25th, there was still a full month before Christmas, but the little wizards found that the temperature dropped sharply, and a thick layer of light blue frost formed on the windows of the castle. The sky was gloomy. There seems to be a storm brewing.

"It's really a sin to take the magical animal protection class at this time!"

On the way to the ancient magic text classroom, Harry and the others heard a fifth-grade girl complaining to her companion. Ron laughed and said, "Hagrid's fried snails will warm them up."

Harry couldn't help grinning.

In the ancient magic text classroom, Professor Haipu was looking through the "Daily Prophet". Students kept coming over to say hello, and he nodded in response. When everyone came, he got up from the chair on the side of the podium, and the hem of the woolen coat brushed the armrest of the chair.

"It's nice to see that there are no less than one or two people in our class, especially at the end of the first event of the Championship." Felix dusted the newspaper in his hand. "This mentioned Hogwarts at the same time. Occupying the first and second places, the Minister of Magic praised Hogwarts’ educational achievements under the leadership of Principal Dumbledore in an interview. Of course... In my opinion, Gus of the Wizarding Examination Board Professor Erda Marchban’s views are sharper and more enlightening. You can take a look if you are interested."

"Okay, let's start today's course."

Felix asked in class: "Has anyone heard of the man "Invincible Andros"?"

Hermione raised her hand for the first time, which is not surprising, but unexpectedly, Ron also raised her hand. Harry's eyes widened and looked at him incredulously. It seemed that Ron himself was a little lost He shrank his neck and wanted to put his hands down.

"Mr. Weasley?" Felix asked.

"Uh, invincible Andros..." Ron stood up, not very confident and said: "I saw from the introduction of the chocolate frog card-I collected them, and now it's full after only two- —He is an ancient Greek wizard, famous for the power of spells, able to unleash a patron saint comparable to a giant... His duel ability is also very strong, and many people can't hold up one of his spells..."

He saw the professor looking at him with a smile, so he couldn't help but search his stomach, and said superfluously: "Andros should be in the same era with the despicable Helbo, maybe they have met? Maybe they have fought..."

Many students looked at Ron with admiration.

"Please sit down, Mr. Weasley. Most of them are correct, except for the last sentence. Because the time is too old, and there were no special historical writers at that time, we can only find the truth of history in a few words. And there is no one yet. The evidence shows that they have met before..."

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