The Alchemist of Harry Potter

no way.

Who made them still speculate and speculate on the whereabouts of the remaining two Horcruxes.

As for the major task of destroying the Horcrux, it was an almost impossible task for the current Harry.

The enemy is, after all, the famous Dark Lord, and he is just Potter, Harry Potter.

What's more, how could Voldemort easily let others know his fatal weakness.

Harry had thought more than once that he might need to spend several years, or even longer, searching for the whereabouts of the Horcrux, and he even needed to have the awareness that he would never find the Horcrux until he died.

Thinking of that terrible situation, Harry felt inexplicably anxious and frightened.

He really couldn't imagine what Britain would look like under Voldemort's control, and how they would struggle to survive under the pursuit of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

Once the time is long, can I continue to persevere?

Will Ron and Hermione be willing to follow him in the search for Horcruxes.

What if they get tired of living like that?

In the end, he was left alone to find the Horcruxes, and Harry couldn't imagine what it would be like.

Although he had already made up his mind to use the remaining time to destroy Voldemort, he actually didn't know if he could stick to it.

One year, two years, or even longer.

Can he hold on? Harry didn't actually know either.Follow current s on N(o)vᴇl(F)ire

Although Albert had said that the Second Wizarding War would not last long, Harry had no confidence at all in finding the Horcrux in a short time.

"Don't worry about Harry, it's certainly not going to be any worse than it is now."

Noticing the change in expression on Harry's face, Hermione comforted softly, "Even if we really can't find those two Horcruxes, Albert will definitely help, so there's no need to worry, let's do it!"

"I know what to do."

Harry gave a slight nod to Ron and Hermione, knowing that worrying about too many things would make him feel constrained.

"It would be nice if Anderson could help us directly."

Ron felt that with Albert's help, they might be able to solve Voldemort's Horcrux problem within a year, and press Voldemort back into the coffin, nail the coffin boards, so that he would never have a chance to resurrect and climb out.

"You stop daydreaming." Hermione laughed at Ron's naive idea.

If Albert could really find the Horcrux, why would they need to worry about it here? I'm afraid the Horcrux would have been destroyed long ago, and the mysterious man would be killed along with it.

"I didn't say..." Ron wanted to argue, but Harry cut him off.

"I know what you mean, but Albert has his own things to do, it is impossible to take us to find the Horcruxes, and he is too dazzling, it is easy to attract Voldemort's attention." Harry did not count on Albert Te will take them to find the Horcruxes, and he knows that they are the most suitable, because they have no sense of existence, let alone attract Voldemort's special attention.

Harry actually knew that Albert had been helping them.

"The current headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and the relics left by Dumbledore." Hermione reminded, "It's just that many people subconsciously ignore it."

Ron opened his mouth slightly, unable to refute at all.

"You think Dumbledore left me XZ in the Snitch." Harry quickly changed the subject to avoid Ron's embarrassment.

After speaking, he took out the Golden Snitch that Dumbledore left him from the shapeshifting lizard pouch.

"I remember Albert said that it doesn't make sense for you to open the Snitch now." Hermione took the Snitch from Harry, checked it carefully, and handed it to Ron next to him.

"Perhaps, it's some kind of secret weapon used to deal with the mysterious people. It's used at critical moments." Ron took it from Hermione's hand, picked it up and shook it, and returned the Snitch to Haha without any sound. profit.

Harry took the Snitch from Ron, held it in his hand and played with it gently, thinking about all kinds of possibilities. The size of the Snitch is so small that it really can't hold too much.

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"However, Ron is right, maybe this is a secret weapon for me." Harry knew very well that even if the Horcruxes were destroyed, someone would need to kill Voldemort.

Under normal circumstances, when he went to a duel with Voldemort, he must be looking for death, but there are also unusual situations.

"Certainly not, I really can't imagine any little thing that can help you kill the You-Know-Who." Hermione suggested, "If you really want to know, you can ask Albert directly. It takes brain cells to think about these questions."

Harry didn't answer, and suddenly asked, "I remember you said that the Snitch can recognize the first person who touches it."

"That's right, before the Snitch was released, it wasn't touched by the skin of a woman, not even the maker. They all wore gloves to prevent disputes when catching the ball." Hermione nodded and said: " I bet Dumbledore must have bewitched the Snitch to make her..."

"What is Dumbledore's last words to us?" Harry vaguely caught something, and continued to ask.

Hermione took out a notebook from her handbag, turned to a certain page and read out the contents of the notebook: "I left Harry James Potter for his first Quidditch at Hogwarts." The Golden Snitch caught in the game, to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill."

"First Quidditch match?" Harry repeated under his breath, "I remember..."

"You almost swallowed the Snitch!" Ron finished Harry's sentence excitedly.

"Yes, it wasn't the hand that first touched the Snitch, but..." Harry said as he brought the Snitch to his mouth and kissed it, but the Snitch still didn't respond.

It made Harry feel a wave of defeat, disappointment, and frustration.

"No, look at Harry, the Snitch is written on it." Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

"What!"

Harry and Ron immediately moved to Hermione's side, and they found that the surface of the bare Snitch was actually engraved with words in Dumbledore's handwriting: I open at the end.

"I open at the end...open at the end?" Harry repeated, looking sideways at Hermione and Ron. "You know what that means?"

Both of them shook their heads, looked bewildered.

"What a bunch of nasty guys, they always like to play riddles with others." Harry couldn't help complaining.

"This probably means that the time for Albert to say it hasn't come yet!" Hermione felt that it wasn't that Albert didn't tell them, but that it wasn't suitable.

"If the time comes, I still can't figure out how to open it?" Harry complained, "Could Albert tell me how to open it?"

"Maybe, probably..."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, they also hated the Riddler.

"Well, I believe that all the relics that Dumbledore left us have their uses." Harry picked up the "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" on the table and turned to Hermione, "Do you translate the story of the three brothers?" Is it over? Is it different from the version others said?"

"It's true that there are some differences, but the content is actually the same."

During the recent period, the three have also collected several versions of "The Story of the Three Brothers".

"I remember Albert saying..."

"The story is true."

"What do you think Dumbledore wants to tell us through "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"?" Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, who didn't know much about wizarding fairy tales, "tell me, maybe we I can understand the true meaning of the book that Dumbledore left behind."