days at Hogwarts

Hufflepuff's golden cup was finally split open, and the soul fragments attached to it were annihilated with great momentum. The destructive power was completely worthy of the title of the most powerful dark wizard in history, and the person who held the sword to destroy it still cannot accept it.

Ron sat in the seat closest to the window, looking out the window with deep eyes, and couldn't help but sighing.

The gloomy night was just like his gloomy life. Ron felt more and more sad. He stretched out his hand and pushed the glass window open a few inches. On a winter night in November, the cold snow hit his face randomly. The cool touch temporarily overwhelmed his cold heart, allowing him to sort out his thoughts.

There was no way she could take care of all the portraits of past headmasters and the Sorting Hat, so she could only pray that when she woke up tomorrow morning, the portraits in the castle would not be crowded together to stare at her.

Think about it, at least Fox will definitely not leak the information.

Ron's expression became more and more sad. The wind on this winter night was particularly cold. He took a deep breath and continued to think.

There were two people present at the time.

Grindelwald is so old, he should not care about the dark thoughts of a student. Moreover, he is the former leader of the Witch Party. He has seen all kinds of dark thoughts and should not care about his dirty thoughts.

That leaves Harry...

Ron squeezed the wand in his pocket and sighed dejectedly. It was a pity that although this guy was not good at courses that required thinking, such as History of Magic, Potions and Astronomy, he had strong hands-on skills and was excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. He really could not beat him.

Ron, who was sitting by the window, wanted to jump out of the window right then and there when he thought of the damn Voldemort digging up all his secret thoughts and reading them aloud in detail over and over again, while his best friend Harry, who might become his brother-in-law for the rest of his life, was listening to the whole thing, and he was completely unable to do anything about him.

Unfortunately, the window is too small and I can’t squeeze through.

With complicated and tangled thoughts in his mind, Ron lowered his head and silently eavesdropped on his friends' conversation.

The one speaking now was Ginny, who was relaying the letter she received during dinner: "...Mom told us not to leave school recently, not even to go to Hogsmeade. The situation outside is weird, and Dad and Percy can't figure it out."

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic was attacked on Halloween and many non-Auror staff were captured. Are your father and Percy okay?" Hermione looked up and asked. Loren also looked up at Ginny. They were revising the Herbology observation report.

"Merlin's blessing." Ginny folded up the letter in her hand. "Dad was assigned to Hastings that day to help set up the disguise. Minister Scrimgeour thought he knew Muggles well, so Percy went along, so the two of them escaped the attack that night."

Harry quietly held Ginny's hand: "Good people will have good luck."

Ginny shrugged, "It wasn't really luck, actually. Percy had little combat experience and broke his hand in a panic. He and Dad teamed up to keep it a secret, but Mom found out and his hand was nearly broken a second time. Charlie said Mom was forcing everyone in the family to take an unbreakable vow that nothing could be hidden from him in the future."

"..."

The few of them continued to talk about the news they had recently heard. Ron could no longer hear them, his eyes shining.

Unbreakable Vow, an ancient magical spell used to form a covenant between wizards, has a very good reputation among the wizarding community.

He tugged at the sleeve of his closest roommate with joy: "Harry, Harry, you promised me a secret, right?"

"of course."

"Um...can you make an unbreakable vow?"

"What oath!" Ginny's sharp voice interrupted their conversation. She pulled Harry and Ron apart and stared at each other, like a hen protecting her chicks. "You know that the consequence of violating the Unbreakable Vow is instant death, right? George and Fred wanted to trick you into making a vow, and Mom was so angry that she broke three brooms. Now tell me, what agreement do you have that you want to maintain with this magic?"

Ron avoided Ginny's gaze and lowered his head dejectedly. He also felt that he was dizzy: "Nothing...nothing..."

Ginny looked at him suspiciously.

"Well... I'm going to talk to Lavender about breaking up. I'm leaving first." Ron couldn't sit still anymore, so he got up and slipped away.

Harry looked at his back and covered up righteously: "It's really nothing."

Ginny snorted twice: "He actually came to his senses. I thought he would put it off until after Christmas."

"what?"

"As for Lavender, it's rare for a girl to like him and be intimate with him. I thought it would take him a long time to realize that he didn't like Lavender at all." Ginny muttered, "You don't know how much he wants to be intimate with a girl. He even put a photo of Aunt Muriel under his pillow..."

"Wait!" Harry asked doubtfully, "You know this?"

“Everyone in the family knows.”

"..."

Harry couldn't help but fall silent.

Loren and Hermione next to them didn't say anything, they were concentrating on revising the observation report.

The window was half-closed, the cold winter wind was howling outside, ice and snow were falling, and a teenage boy died quietly in the snowy night.

……

Principal's office.

Dumbledore sat in a chair, added three or four sugar cubes into the teacup, picked up a spoon and stirred it gently, feeling the sweet fragrance added to the rising hot steam in the cup. He listened to Gellert's description of the scene of destroying the golden cup in the afternoon, with a faint smile on his lips.

"When the fragment of Voldemort's soul said that he had hidden a photo of his aunt under his pillow, the little guy's face turned pale and his hands were shaking. I felt that if the Horcrux had been delayed for another half a minute, he might have been able to revive from the golden cup.

"As a result, the little guy seemed to be enraged, raised his sword and directly split the golden cup.

"Well, it's completely broken in two."

Dumbledore glanced at the fragments of the gold cup on the table. They were roughly broken into 60:40 pieces, and were somewhat uneven.

Grindelwald fiddled with the pieces of the golden cup, trying to see some traces of Helga Hufflepuff's magic from them, but he could see nothing. "All the known Horcruxes have been destroyed. According to your arrangement, those children have faced Voldemort and their minds are barely mature. What are you going to do next? Like the stories of third-rate bards, let them form an adventure team to destroy the Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore's mind flashed back to the destroyed Horcruxes. He sipped his sweet cocoa and solemnly corrected him, "In fact, Gellert, the story of adventurers destroying demon kings has never been a third-rate story. The classic story that has been repeated many times may have lost its novelty, but its brilliance cannot be denied."

Just as the two were about to start a debate on this topic, there was a knock on the oak door.

"Please come in."

"It's me, Albus."

"Oh, Horace, what's the matter with you that calls me up so late?"

"Let me give this to you."

"..."