Vol 2 Chapter 1272:

　　 "What we really want to know, Professor Black, is there anyone else who, um, dropped the sword? Maybe it was by cleaning up...or something else!" Hermione frowned and asked.
When Fanlin used the hat to pull out the sword of Gryffindor, Hermione was naturally there. However, it may be that the sword of Gryffindor judged that Fanlin did not need it, so the sword of Gryffindor did not Appeared in Fanlin's hands.
　　 This is what made Fanlin doubt the magic that was applied to the sword of Gryffindor.
　　 Relying on items to determine whether it is necessary, that is, Gryffindor will do such unreliable things.
Think about the people around you, Sirius, Dumbledore, Harry Potter... If it weren’t for Voldemort, Fanlin and Hermione would go to Ravenclaw for 80%, but , Maybe this is fate?
　　 Ignoring what Fanlin thought, Phineas Nigel once again temporarily stopped his eye-saving activities and let out a chuckle.
　　 "Muggle-born children," he said, "the things made by fairies don't need to be cleaned. Simple-minded girls, fairies' silver materials can be free from dirt. They will only absorb things that enhance their strength."
　　 "Don't say that Hermione is simple!" Harry said.
　　 "I am too lazy to refute you," Phineas Nigel said, "maybe it's time for me to go back to the principal's office?"
　　Because he was blindfolded, he began to fumble for the frame, trying to find the way out of the portrait back to Hogz.
　　 But Harry suddenly had an idea.
　　 "Dumbledore! Can't you bring Dumbledore here?"
　　 "What did you say?" Phineas Nigel asked.
　　 "Professor Dumbledore's portrait...can you bring him here, right here, in your frame?" Phineas Nigel put his head in the direction of Harry's voice.
"It's obviously not that only Muggle-born children are ignorant, Potter. Only the portraits in Hogwarts can talk to each other, but they can't walk outside the castle unless it is their own portrait. Professor Dumbledore can't. Come with me. And after I have been treated like this in your hands, I promise I will never come again!"
　　 Harry looked down and watched Phineas try harder to leave the frame.
　　 "Professor Black." Hermione said, "You just told us, may I ask, when was the last time you saw the sword leave its place? Before Ginny took it out, I mean."
　　 Phineas sniffed impatiently.
　　 "I remember the last time I saw Gryffindor's sword leave its place, when the boy Van Linh took it out with Dumbledore."
"Go out together?"
　　 "Horcrux!" Fanlin made a mouth shape.
　　 "But after switching back, no one has ever moved?" Fanlin asked.
　　 "Just like you did, there are many ways to hide our eyes from us," Phineas said.
　　 Hermione looked back at Fanlin helplessly, and they dared not say anything before Phineas Nigel had found the way out.
　　 "I'm very sorry to disturb you!" Fanlin said regretfully.
　　 "Well, good night," he said sharply, and walked out of their sight again. When he had only the brim left in the frame, Harry suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute! Will you tell Snape what you saw?"
　　 Phineas Nigel put his blindfolded head back into the picture frame.
"Professor Snape has more important things to worry about, such as those of Dumbledore. Goodbye, two boys." As he finished speaking, his figure disappeared completely, except for the black blindfold. Nothing is left.
　　 "Harry!" Hermione shouted.
　　 "I know!" Harry said loudly. He could hardly control himself, hitting the air with his fist. This is more than he expected. He stood up and strode out of the tent, thinking he could run for a kilometer. He doesn't even feel hungry.
　　 Hermione rolled up Phineas' painting and put it back in her beaded pouch. When she buttoned the button, she put the bag aside.
　　 "So, we still didn't find it."
"Unfortunately."
　　 "However, it did not fall into Snape's hands, as Dumbledore's will said."
"Then, the sword was copied and placed in a cabinet in the principal's office. At least, after I used him for the last time." Fanlin said, "but I hope Dumbledore can tell me where it is. "
　　 Harry paused, his original surprise gradually cooled down.
　　 They stared at each other, and Harry felt that the invisible answers were floating in the air around them, so close by their side. Why didn't Dumbledore tell him? Or did he imply that, in fact, he told Harry, but Harry didn't react?
　　 "It must not be too far away from us." Harry said.
　　 "Think about it!" Hermione said softly. "Think about it! Where might he put that sword?"
　　 "It's not Hogwarts," Harry said and started thinking again.
　　 "Maybe somewhere in Hogsmeade?" Hermione suggested.
　　 "Screaming Hut?" Harry said, "Then no one can get in."
　　 "But Snape knew how to get in safely, wouldn't it be a bit risky then?"
　　 "Dumbledore trusted Snape," Harry reminded her.
　　 "There isn't enough evidence that he tuned the sword!" Hermione said.
"Yes, what you said is." Harry said, and when he thought that Dumbledore had some things left for him, which slightly showed that he didn't trust Snape so much, he felt happier than before. .
　　 "So Dumbledore hides it in a place that only you can know, Harry!" Fanlin said.
"Then, he will keep that sword safe in Hogsmeade, and then? What do you think, Ron? Ron?" Harry looked around, and for a moment of confusion he thought Ron had already Leaving the tent, he saw Ron lying on the dark bed, looking expressionless.
　　 "Oh, you remembered me, didn't you?" he said.
"what?"
　　 Ron snorted loudly and stared at the bottom of the upper bunk.
　　 "You three continue, don't let me disturb your good spirits."
　　 Harry looked at Hermione bewilderedly for help. Hermione shook her head, obviously she didn't know what happened to Ron.
　　 "What's wrong with you?" Van Linh asked after a pause.
　　 "What's wrong? It's nothing." Ron said, still not looking at them, "Anyway, it's none of your business." There were a few bangs above his head. It started to rain.
　　 "Well, obviously you have something on your mind." Harry said, "Say it all out, okay?"
　　 After listening to Harry, Ron took his two long legs off the bed and sat up. He looks very mean, unlike the usual him.
　　 "Well, I'll tell you all. Don't expect me to jump up and down happily in the tent, because we still have a lot of things to do. Those things are on the list of things you don't know."
　　 "I don't know?" Harry repeated, "Something I don't know?"
　　咚, 咚, 咚...
　　 The rain was getting heavier and faster, the raindrops rushed down on the banks of the river covered by fallen leaves around them, and some fell through the darkness into the gurgling river water.
　　 Anger replaced Harry's original happiness.
　　 Ron's thoughts were exactly the same as Fanlin had expected and worried about at first.
"I've never had this kind of life," Ron said. "You know, my arm is broken, I have nothing to eat, and my back is numb every night. You know, I just wish we were What did we accomplish after a few weeks of fleeing."
　　 "I think you know that you asked to come," Harry said.
　　 "Yes, I know that." Ron said flatly, as if talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.
　　 "So what makes you inconsistent with your words?" Harry asked, and he couldn't restrain his anger now. "Do you think we should stay in a five-star hotel? Find a Horcrux every other day? Do you want to go back to your mommy for Christmas?"
"We think you know what we should do!" Ron shouted, standing up, his words like a burning dagger. "We thought Dumbledore told you what you should do! We thought you already had a clear plan!"
　　 "Ron!" Hermione screamed, her voice overwhelming the rain outside, but Ron still ignored him.
　　 "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Harry said, although he felt empty in his heart, his voice was still very calm.
　　 "I told you everything frankly from the beginning. I told you everything Dumbledore told me. And if you didn't notice, we have found a Horcrux..."
　　 "Yeah, then, we found a Horcrux and hid in hiding. In the end, we didn't even know how to find him. No like that!"
　　 "Enough, Ron!" Fanlin said, "You should pay attention to what you are saying."
　　 "Am I stumped? Tell me, what have we been doing? Looking aimlessly for Horcruxes? You stare at a piece of parchment all day, but what do you know?"
"I'm watching, but it's better than doing nothing at all when you complain all day." Fanlin said, "What do you think you did? Injured, or something else? These things are in the house. Who has never done it?"
"Yeah, I haven't done it, I do seem irrelevant!" Ron's voice suddenly became extremely cold, it felt like the first time he faced Voldemort, and then he was pierced by Voldemort's soul. Over.
　　 "Oh, Fanlin, you shouldn't..." Hermione pulled Fanlin, but Fanlin didn't answer, just closed the book and looked at Ron coldly.
　　Is it a mistake to bring Ron out?
Perhaps he had too high expectations, or he was too confident about himself, and he took it for granted that he could change something, but in fact, he did not change anything. After satisfying his fantasy, he changed things instead. Worse?
　　 No, there is nothing worse!
　　 Fanlin stared at Ron coldly.
　　 "So, I don't understand what you are complaining about. If you think you can come up with a decent and successful plan for Voldemort, of course, I will do what you say, but you can't."
Fanlin said firmly, "Neither can I, Harry, Hermione, and even Dumbledore. No one can face him with a plan made out of thin air. We have to plan very simple, collect Horcrux , And then kill him, of course, this is the only thing we can do, so I want to ask you, what are you complaining about? Or, I did something wrong, or Harry?"
　　 "In other words, apart from our long time together, what right do you have to complain about?"
　　 Raindrops fell heavily on the tent, tears streaming down Hermione's cheeks, the excitement a few minutes ago disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
　　 is like a small spark exploding and extinguishing, leaving only darkness, humidity and cold.
　　 Ron didn't speak, but stared at them silently in the dark.
　　 "What are you still doing here?" Harry took a deep breath and said.
　　 "I don't know!" Ron said.
　　 "You go home." Harry said.
　　 "Okay! I'm just getting ready." Ron yelled, then he walked a few steps towards Harry, Harry did not flinch. "Don’t you hear them say what’s wrong with my sister? But you don’t care at all, do you, it’s just a forbidden forest, and Potter, who Harry'has faced worse things,' doesn’t care what happened to her there. What's wrong, great, those giant spiders and werewolves..."
　　 "I just said... he was with other people... with Hagrid..."
　　 "Yes, I understand, you don't care! No matter what happens to the rest of my family, ‘the Weasley family can’t bear to have another child injured’, did you hear that?"
"yes, I……"
　　 "Even if you hear it, don't worry about those words?"
"Ron!" Hermione wiped her eyes anxiously, "I don't think that means something happened, something we don't know. Think about it, Bill has been disfigured, and many people now You also know that George has one ear, and you are also guessed that you have died or lost your magic power. I am sure he is talking about these things..."
　　 "Oh, you can be sure, are you? Well, well, I won't let them worry about us anymore. So, are you okay, of course, your parents are fine..."
　　 "So, this is your reason!" Fanlin stood up and grabbed Ron by the collar.
　　 "Let me go!" Ron was dressed coarsely.
　　 "You have to wake up!" As he said, Fanlin couldn't help but punched Ron's nose~EbookFREE.me~ suddenly, the red blood stayed down Ron's nose.
"Everyone is responsible for their actions, Ron! Mr. Weasley won’t do it. Mrs. Weasley or Fred, George, Bill, or even Ginny, they’re more conscious than you. A lot!"
　　 "Yes, I'm not awake!" Ron wiped the blood under his nose with his hand, "Why should I be awake, I only care about what I care and what I want to do, if all of this is wrong..."
　　 Ron didn't finish the second half of his sentence. Suddenly, Ron stood up abruptly, and Fanlin responded accordingly.
　　 But before the two of them took the wands out of their pockets, Hermione had already raised her wand: "There are so many obstacles!"
She sobbed and said that an invisible wall of air ran across them, dividing them. Ron was on the left and the three of them were on the right. It was like two worlds. Personal heart is cold.
　　 Harry felt a little bit painful, as if breaking glass. He knew very well that an irreparable rift had formed between the four of them.
　　 Ron didn't speak, but coldly glanced at the three people opposite.
　　 "So, I quit!" Ron said, placing the light extinguisher in his pocket next to the bed, and then rushed into the rainy night without saying a word.
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