Chapter 370: The useless gift of Shi Weng Bi Dou

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The weather was getting colder and it started to cool down. In Gryffindor's lounge, the lights were bright, and the slight warmth of light covered almost every corner of the room, clinging to the wall of the fireplace, the red flames were burning. The whole room was warm and warm.
Several backrest seats with scarlet cushions were placed together, with a small coffee table in the middle, a pale red teapot with a long mouth, and an extremely thin book beside it. The yellowish cover on it even makes people feel that it is not necessary to be bound into a book.
"Meow." Crookshanks screamed, and it was particularly noticeable in the quiet lounge.
Hermione turned her eyes away from the book she was holding.
Her pet cat was curled up quietly in a bamboo basket next to the fireplace. The whole cat shrunk into a ball and its head was buried in its fur. The cat's ears drooped, showing only a few rubs. The soft and fluffy yellow hair, at first glance, I don't know who's scarf fell here.
It yawned confusedly, then narrowed its eyes again and slept lazily.
Its owner, Hermione Granger, was leaning on a soft seat at this time, spreading a book on her knees, and turning her eyes back to her book again.
Several brown curly hairs hung down on her forehead, covering her eyes. She stared at the book for a while, and then turned a little messy, blocking her eyes and touching her ears.
Dumbledore left her with "Relics", two books, one is "The Poem Story Collection" she is currently holding in her hand, and the other is "The Bard Allen Insight" placed on the coffee table. .
The former is relatively complete, and the latter seems to be only broken pages, with only a few thin pages.
After a brief suspension of classes, and after the resumption of classes, it soon reached the weekend.
She used this weekend afternoon to patiently read these "relics", hoping to get some information and hints from the headmaster.
But almost all of the afternoon passed away, but Hermione didn't get any useful clues from it.
It made her feel some irritability and anxiety inexplicably.
The figure that pulled her into the cupboard cast a deep shadow on her heart.
What plot did Voldemort have?
Of course, she would not read books with a utilitarian purpose if she switched to the past.
Or to acquire knowledge, or get pastime, that is already the biggest goal, but it is obviously different for Hermione now.
Professor Dumbledore will not do something meaningless.
However, Hermione had exhausted her thoughts and did not see what Dumbledore wanted to express, or hoped to convey to her some hints through this collection of stories.
What these small fables tell you is nothing more than some truth in life.
"The Witcher and Jumping Pot" tells everyone that we should help others and help everyone around us.
"Good Luck Spring" shows that everyone has misfortune, but as long as they strive for happiness, they can finally find their own luck.
The ending of "The Witch's Wool Heart" is calling for the beauty of everyone's soul to be more important than wealth and status, and the care of family members and the care of loved ones are the best medicine to soothe the soul.
The fourth story "Babiti and the Stump" is about a clever and upright witch who is a swindler.
A series of readings, as a pastime in the afternoon, it is a better thing.
Hermione has to admit that these little stories are actually quite interesting and meaningful.
But to say that it can find clues to fight against Voldemort, it is really clueless.
She looked around, wrapped her scarf around her neck tightly, and rubbed her palms. For some reason, the heat of the fireplace seemed to weaken a little, the warm environment dropped a little, and she waved her wand.
"The blanket is flying!"
As soon as the words fell, a blanket embroidered with a lion's pattern, interwoven with light red and yellow lace, slammed open the door, and flew out of the girl's bedroom quickly, bringing a gust of wind, and the blanket trembled like a wave Tilted, stood upright along the stairs, and drove all the way down.
Crookshank, who was asleep by the fireplace, heard the sound, opened his eyes sharply, and immediately raised his head alertly, looking around, and after confirming that there was no danger, he scratched with his paws. His face crawled back again, and the sharp yellow hair quickly softened.
continue to sleep.
In the end, the blanket fluttered lightly on her knees.
Hermione suddenly felt warm again.
She took a breath and decided to continue reading.
Harry and Ron are not here for the time being. They have gone to the library. They have to study how to find the secret of the "relic" they obtained.
After that, the three meet again and exchange their experiences.
Hermione raised her hand and turned to the latest page of "The Story of Shiwon Bidou", which is also the last story in this book.
The first line of words began to catch her eye.
There used to be three brothers, at dawn...
Bleach from the river. Folded one...
This story made her a little excited, and even subconsciously pinched some crisp pages.
Old wand, invisibility cloak, resurrection stone, death holy, are these the keys to Voldemort?
But after reading it, she was a little lost. She didn't know where the resurrection stone was. The old wand was in Voldemort's hand. The only clue was Harry's cloak.
Waiting for her time to ask Harry about his invisibility cloak,
Then she exchanged the book on the coffee table with the book in her hand.
Now it’s in my hands, "The Bard Allen’s Story", although it looks a bit old, when I get it, there is still a faint scent of ink coming from ~EbookFREE.me~ open the title page , Just popped out such a sentence.
"Lucky readers, it is your pleasure to read this story."
"I have been fighting with the dragon for a long time, and I have become a dragon. The story I want to tell today is also the last story in my experience.
"The actual content of the story has nothing to do with my first sentence just now. It was just what I said casually, just to show the depth of the story.?"
This is really a collection of insights, rather than a formal preaching book. Compared with the fine binding of "The Story of Shiwon Bidou", it even has a cover sewn with gold thread. This book is too cheap.
A blur of silver smoke ran out of the book, a hippy smiling witch appeared, and Hermione had to raise her head to look at her. The witch was wearing a loose and loose robe with a tattered tatter The rotten hat, with a dry grass in his mouth, put his wand in his waist, and looked like Dang Erlang, then the smoke quickly dissipated again.
She slowly moved her eyes back to the book.