Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Hermione slowly opened her eyes, the darkness that had caused her to be suppressed was dissipated, replaced by a white roof that was familiar.

I can feel that the pain in my body has disappeared. Right now, I seem to be lying on a soft and warm bed, and the whole person is lazy and can’t make up my strength.

However, in my own unconscious memories of the past, it quickly sprang from the depths of my heart, filling her heart at once.

“Yes… Professor Dumbledore?”

To be honest, her consciousness was a bit fuzzy because of the small period of time before syncope. Looking back at this moment, almost all of my head is the kind of cool and bleak feeling, but Dumbledore’s silhouette is only deeply and deeply imprinted in her mind.

When she thought of it, she couldn’t help but pull her hand from the quilt and touched her chest a little bit hard. However, there is nothing there.

“Still, is that just a dream?”

Dumbledore is dead. She saw the other person’s body and personally attended the funeral. Even at the last minute, she clearly saw Marx sealing Dumbledore’s body with ice and still staying at the lakeside of Hogwarts.

And how can a person who has already passed away still talk to her like this and save her?

In addition to “that is a dream,” Hermione can no longer think of anything else to explain, because even in the magic circle, the “dead is gone” principle is common.

“…thirsty…water.”

However, when Hermione felt her throat dry and turned her head to look at the bedside table next to it, a touch of scarlet red followed her into the field of vision.

Yes, that is the silver necklace, the necklace of a pair of jewels with a dull color – the pendant on the top, or Marx for her inlay later!

Remember, it was from the relic of Dumbledore’s gift, the piece of stone that had been destroyed, a broken Philosopher’s Stone.

In this way, she remembers Dumbledore’s phrase “The last gift I left for you”, which is obviously referring to this.

That’s right, it won’t be a dream. When she fell into the most dangerous desperate situation so far, it was indeed Dumbledore who saved her!

Slowly recalling this, Hermione couldn’t help but turned over a little bit hard, reaching out and not knowing who was on the bedside table with a necklace in her hand.

Yes, the surface of the dark red gemstone still has a lot of blood that has dried up. With a single touch, they turned into a powder and slipped from the top and fell on the white pillow.

At this time, the “click” sound that the door handle was twisted suddenly sounded not far from the bed.

“Hermione!”

With a rush of footsteps, the familiar voice quickly rang again.

“Hermione, are you awake? Feeling okay?”

“Ron…”

With the help of the other party, Hermione turned back and lie back, and then saw the familiar face whose face had not yet faded.

“You are here, that is… is this the observation room under the new St. Mungo’s underground?”

“Oh, that’s it!” Ron whispered to help her spin the towel, “I was Marx who sent you back. You don’t know, I saw his rushing look, and he was holding on.” In the arms and the blood, you are almost fainted! Fortunately, Marx said that he was lucky and rescued in time…”

Ron said slyly, it can be seen that he is really happy to see that Hermione can wake up safely.

“And Marx said, I don’t know why, you don’t seem to have been cursed by the fog! So don’t worry! Marx checked it for you, you won’t be like the next two, after a while, the whole person Can’t move.”

“curse……”

Listening to Ron speaking about this, Hermione couldn’t help but move.

“Marx, he really doesn’t know why?”

Suddenly, Hermione recalled the scene where the necklace was placed on the bedside table.

Yes, Marx is probably aware of it – at least he has already guessed some reasons. Hermione clenched the gem in his hand slightly, and the hard, smooth, and angular touch was silently proof of this.

And maybe Marx was able to find her in the fog in time, and it was because Marx had noticed Dumbledore at that time.

“Ron,” a little paused, Hermione asked softly. “How long have I been conscious? And, Marx others?”

“how long?”

Ron handed the towel that was wrung in his hand to Hermione, who insisted on wiping his face, and then thought about it:

“It didn’t take long! It was half an hour at most – Marx said before leaving, you recovered very well and will soon wake up.”

As he said, he scratched his head and continued to do so:

“As for Marx… he mentioned it, saying that he was going to the open space in front of the church ruins, as if Harry was waiting there too! Well, it is estimated that Harry still doesn’t know that you were hurt, otherwise he will definitely return. of.”

“Or don’t let him know,” Hermione shook her head. “Since I’m all right, it’s no longer important… Has half an hour passed? It means that the dead army is Is coming soon? Compared to my little things, that is the major event that needs to be fully dealt with!”

“It’s not a ‘little thing’!” Ron heard, and retorted. “This is not what I said – Marx is here to confirm that your injury has completely recovered before going!”

“Yes, is it?”

See Ron saying that Hermione couldn’t help but startled, and then closed his eyes slowly.

“Let me take a break for a while! Maybe after a while, no one can rest here.”

“Oh, good!” Ron saw it, and this was nodded. “Then I will go out and get some food for you. Wait for you to rest for a while and fill your stomach.”

After Ron waved wand and went out with a washbasin, Hermione opened her eyes again and looked at the white ceiling silently.

……

There is one thing Hermione didn’t ask, but the facts are already obvious.

The fog that had drifted all the way from London finally stopped at Canterbury, and the first step was to reach the destination.

Right now, Marx is with Harry, sitting on the pile of waste stone on the edge of the empty space in front of the church ruins.

“Harry, be prepared… those guys are coming soon!”

“Well, Marx, I know.”

This sniper war against the dead army is finally coming to an end.