Chapter 358: Relic

At this time, in the Dumbledore's office on the upper floor of the castle, in a humble birch cabinet.
Hermione's consciousness gradually recovered, waking up in a lethargy, and found that she was dark in front of her, trying to stand up, but found that her hands and feet were by thick twine, and her wand did not know where it was thrown. .
Behind her was a solid cold wooden board. It seemed that she was in the corner of the cabinet. The gap in the cabinet door was concealed. She tried her best to raise her head. Only then could a faint light shine through it.
There was some panic in her heart, but she still forced herself to calm down.
"We have to inform the school's teachers quickly... this student is in danger!" This seems to be the voice of the rich woman in the portrait.
"How to inform, we are just a picture!" Black's ancestor Phineas said irritably.
Through the wooden door, she seemed to hear the violent quarrel of the portraits.
But as they said, they are just portraits and do not have the ability to get out of them.
Everything can only rely on yourself.
Hermione tried to untie her shackles. To her delight, the rope seemed to be a knot, and it was not too tightly tied. She fumbled and unleashed the shackles without relying on magic.
Just when she was about to get up.
The closed cabinet door creaked, and a more dazzling light came in.
Her heart jumped, and without much thought, the body reacted subconsciously, even without a wand.
Be strong first, even if you lose your wand, you can't catch it.
He threw a punch hard ahead, and then found that his fist seemed to hit something.
The whole person also lost his balance and broke out of the cabinet door.
Although subconsciously aware that something is wrong, there is no way to regret it.
She only heard a scream of "Ah!", and then Hermione looked at the status quo with the light of the crystal pendant above her head—Ron covered her nose, stumbled back a few steps, and ran into the desk behind her.
"Ron?" she exclaimed, jumping out of the cabinet.
Feeling a little dizzy, he hurriedly supported the cabinet and stabilized his body.
Yu Guang swept and saw the figure of Harry. He seemed to rush in from the door of the office.
"Ron? What's wrong with you?" Harry saw it and hurried to Ron's eyes, asking with concern.
"Also, Hermione, are you okay?" Then Harry let out a sigh of relief and raised his head to see Hermione.
"It's okay." Hermione calmed her mind and smiled a reassuring smile on her face.
The Crookshank at her feet rushed into her arms, rubbing against her as if inviting credit.
This fat cat came all the way, panting, fearing that his owner would be in a terrible danger.
It must be said that the sense of smell is better than the dog's nose.
"Sorry." She said to Ron.
"I thought you were that intruder... only..." she said a little embarrassedly.
"Someone really broke into Hogwarts?" Ron didn't notice Hermione's apology and asked in a hurry despite the severe pain from his nose.
"I think so." Hermione nodded.
"Then you have to find something missing!" Not far away, the two portraits on the wall urged in unison.
The three looked at each other tacitly.
"Professor's relics!"
They immediately became nervous, and then quickly bypassed the soft chairs and approached Dumbledore's desk.
Only then did they see Dumbledore's table with three boxes neatly arranged from left to right.
Maybe it was released a long time ago.
Has he expected that he will have an accident one day?
The three thought.
For a time, I forgot what I just worried about.
A piece of parchment pressed under the box at the far right is exposed.
Hermione pulled it out and slowly read out the black text on it, which read-"I, Albus Percival Woolflick Brian Dumbledore …If I suffer an accident and die, most of the heritage is donated to Hogwarts for teaching costs, and a small amount of personal items are distributed and given by my will...

"The first one-my light extinguisher will be left to Ron Billy Weasley, I hope he remembers me when it is used, it is the leftmost box."
Ron reluctantly opened the box in front of him with one hand, and lifted the thing that looked like a silver lighter, but in fact, it only needed a flick to all the lights in a place, and then Light up again.
Ron clutched his nose and put away the light extinguisher.
He tried to bounce, and the light on the ceiling suddenly went out.
"My "Book of Poems and Stories" and "The Bard Allen Story" are left to Miss Hermione Jane Granger, I hope she will find these two books interesting and instructive~www.mtlnovel. com~ Hermione also looked through the books. She guessed that in these two books, there might be something that Dumbledore wanted to tell her, hiding some clues.
"What I left to Harry Potter was the golden thief he caught when he first participated in the Quidditch match at Hogwarts to remind him to remember the reward for perseverance and skill."
"There are also three bottles of phoenix tears and a mixture of white fresh essence, one small bottle per person. I hope you can use it properly and protect yourself when you are injured."
"Of course, this is not eccentric, because I guess that you will encounter more difficult challenges than ordinary people in the future."
Harry hadn't had time to speculate on Dumbledore's meaning, observing the golden thief in his hand.
Then I heard the sound of rubbing stepping outside the door, and someone went upstairs.
All three clenched their wands and then released them again.
"Granger, are you okay?"
Professor McGonagall appeared at the door, almost the first time he saw the destroyed cabinet, and turned to ask.
"I have something to do." Ron covered his nose again at this time, and said with a loud voice.
Hermione suddenly remembered the accident just now.
"Professor McGonagall, an outsider invaded Hogwarts before I entered the office."
"He knocked me out," Hermione said clearly.
Professor McGonagall frowned even more.
"Anything lost?"
Since it hasn't appeared until now, and it hasn't attacked Hermione hard, maybe it's a thief who simply asked for money?
Professor McGonagall concluded.
"It seems that for the time being, the relics left on the list of Professor Dumbledore's will are still here, and there is no omission.
"No, you may have lost something." Harry seemed to be thinking of something suddenly, grinning a little.