Study Days at Hogwarts

It was pitch black inside the stone gate and nothing could be seen.

As soon as they stepped in, torches suddenly lit up in the room, making the four of them even more vigilant, for fear of fighting something again.

In the field of vision of the four people, there were two figures sitting opposite each other by the burning bonfire, seemingly chatting about some interesting topic.

The only treasure here is in the hands of the middle-aged man opposite the tall giant. Godric Gryffindor was cleaning the silver sword with a piece of cloth and talking and laughing with the giant opposite.

They were wary of the two stone statues in front of them, fearing that they might suddenly attack them.

After a few minutes, the stone statue did not move, still staying there quietly, but the crucible beside the campfire was steaming.

Albert and the others looked at each other and walked warily towards the location of the stone statue.

"Look...that sword!" George exclaimed.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the silver sword inlaid with rubies held by the Gryffindor statue.

To be honest, Albert was actually very surprised when he saw this sword. He still vaguely remembered that Harry Potter took out Gryffindor's sword from the Sorting Hat and killed the snake in the secret room. Strange.

But why is this weapon here now?

"This long sword is so beautiful." Li Jordan looked at the silver sword and murmured to himself in a trance.

"Is this the Sword of Gryffindor you're talking about?" George turned his head and asked Albert.

"Well, that should be right, a magic sword made by goblins." Albert nodded.

"Are you going to take it away?" Lee Jordan tried to take the sword off the arm of the stone statue, but failed.

"Take it away? No, I will not take this sword away," Albert shook his head. "The sword of Gryffindor does not belong to me, it belongs to Gryffindor."

"How about taking it back to school?" Fred suddenly suggested excitedly, "Principal Dumbledore will definitely give us a lot of points."

"Leave it here." Albert shook his head.

In fact, Albert initially considered taking the sword back, but considering that he had received a special contribution award not long ago, if he took the Gryffindor sword back at this time, Dumbledore would probably not give it to him again. A special contribution award.

"Why?" George asked in confusion, "As long as we bring it back, the points we get will definitely help us defeat Slytherin House."

"I don't plan to expose this place for the time being." Albert shook his head and said, "I plan to turn this place into our secret base. Maybe it will be useful."

"This is deep in the Forbidden Forest." Lee Jordan said weakly.

"Apparition." Albert reminded.

"We have no objection." The twins nodded in agreement with Albert's decision.

"Okay, I don't have any objection either." Lee Jordan said a little regretfully.

"However, it's a pity that I finally got in but didn't get anything." George looked at the silver sword and couldn't help but muttered.

"There is a treasure!"

Albert raised his hand and pointed to the dark cauldron on the campfire. There was some unknown viscous liquid in it, a bit like some kind of scary dark cuisine.

All four of them deliberately ignored it.

"Treasure, is this it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the crucible of the giant Dai Winch."

"The Thirteen Treasures of the British Isles, the legendary giant Devinch's crucible?" Fred was very shocked. He looked up and down at the liquid with mud-colored bubbles, and murmured: "It is said that this crucible will only be used for brave people. Men cook meat, but cowards cannot use it.”

"You mean, we should...eat this thing?" Li Qiaodan looked at the liquid in the crucible and couldn't help but swallow. He had no appetite at all.

Is this making them eat dirt?

"I don't think this joke is funny at all," George said with a straight face.

"Perhaps this is also a test!"

Albert took out a candy and used the transformation spell to turn it into a spoon. "Whoever wants to try it first, even if you are really poisoned, I will have a way to send you back to Hogwarts for treatment."

The three of them looked at Albert and said angrily, "How about you eat first!"

"It only takes a small bite." Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Just treat it like eating multi-flavor beans."

"Okay, I'll do it!"

Li Qiaodan plucked up the courage, tremblingly stretched the spoon towards the pot of dark food, shook a small spoonful, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it while resisting nausea.

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The next moment, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face was full of shock.

"Are you okay?" Fred asked worriedly.

"Could he really be poisoned?"

"The taste is... surprisingly good!" Li Jordan blinked and said in shock: "It tastes like broth."

"Are you trying to fool us?" George obviously didn't believe Lee Jordan's lies.

"What did I lie to you for?" Li Jordan took another small spoonful and nodded: "It does taste like broth. I feel like my whole body is warming up. It's a really wonderful feeling.

"Maybe this is the crucible of the legendary giant Devinchi!" Fred muttered, and he was about to try it, but was stopped by Albert.

"Wait a little longer and see if there are any other effects." Albert was very cautious, worried that he would be poisoned after eating it.

"I think Betty Bott may have been here." Lee Jordan said his guess, "He probably got inspiration from here."

"Is Betty Bott a Gryffindor?" Fred asked.

"should be."

"why would you say so?"

"Every bite is an adventure," Lee Jordan said of the Beans' catchphrase. "It's very Gryffindor, isn't it?"

"Maybe!" Albert was noncommittal. He had not done any research in this area.

After waiting for a few minutes to make sure that Li Jordan was okay, the three of them tasted the food in the crucible. It was indeed the taste of broth as Li Jordan said.

"It's incredible." Albert muttered, looking at the food in the bowl. After eating, he felt warm and full of strength.

"Isn't it said that the silverware forged by the goblin silversmith will not be stained with dust and stains?" Albert turned his head and looked at Gryffindor who was cleaning his sword, and couldn't help but complain. He reached out and picked up the silver sword from the stone statue, brushed his fingers over the sword's spine, paused for a moment on the name on it, and muttered, "It seems that the goblin is lying."

"How did you take off the sword?" Li Qiaodan asked in shock.

Albert ignored Lee Jordan and said mysteriously: "Do you know the story behind the sword of Gryffindor?"

"Say it, don't make people's appetites,"

It is said that Gryffindor wanted a long sword, so he asked the goblin king at that time, who was the best silversmith, to make a long sword. Later, after the Goblin King forged the weapon, he was reluctant to give it to Gryffindor, and then he pretended to be Gryffindor and stole the sword from him...

Listening to Albert telling the old story, Fred, George and Lee Jordan all looked dumbfounded.

"So, now the goblin thinks...does this matter be true?"

"This is what I saw in the literature."

Of course, these documents were not actually found in the library of Hogwarts, but in Brod's manor, where many ancient documents, most of them manuscripts, were actually preserved.

"I didn't expect such a thing." Li Qiaodan felt that he had really become more knowledgeable, but then he realized something and asked suspiciously: "Are you trying to fool us again?"

"I remember Fred's eldest brother works in Gringotts!" Albert suddenly said: "You can go back and ask him and you will know."

"The goblins think that everything they make should belong to them. The wizards spend money to buy it, but it is only temporarily rented by the payer. They think that after the original purchaser dies, the thing should be returned to the goblins. When you pass it on to Your descendants, when you don't pay the goblin, are no better than stealing."

"But why would the goblin make up such a lie?"

"In order to cover up the truth!" Albert said without thinking, "The Goblin King failed to get the sword back because he kicked the iron plate. Gryffindor threatened the Goblin King that if he did that, he would use this sword. Kill the Goblin King and his subjects.”

"Later, the goblin society began to spread the story that Gryffindor had stolen the sword. In order to make this lie come true, the goblin king instilled that idea into his people to confirm the fact that Gryffindor had stolen the sword."

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"In fact, the Goblin King was very successful, but it also brought trouble to the goblins. The relationship between goblins and wizards with that kind of thinking is not a good one, is it?" Albert said contemptuously, "This matter The incident also indirectly led to two goblin rebellions in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.”

"Of course, history is difficult to explore. Whether it was the goblin who lied or Gryffindor who lied, we can no longer find out, but I prefer to believe that it was the goblin who lied..."

"Why?" the three asked in confusion.

"Look at this..." Albert pointed to the writing on the spine of the sword.

"Godric Gryffindor."

"Only elf silversmiths have the skills to process silver. In other words, Gryffindor at the time asked the elf king to engrave this name on it." Albert said softly, "This sword undoubtedly belongs to Gryffindor. .”