When everything was over, Malfoy, Ron and Hermione all lay down in the school hospital.
There are not too many young wizards left in the castle, so no one comes to visit them - this is what Hermione wants, she doesn't really want to see people in her current appearance, it is too shameful.
Ron didn't react at all. Regarding the whole incident, he is actually still confused until now.
He probably remembered that he fainted twice. The first time was when he was knocked unconscious by Malfoy's sneak attack. When he woke up, he saw a basilisk rushing towards him, which scared Ron to the point of trembling.
At that time, he only remembered Harry telling him quickly, I will deal with the basilisk while you drag Riddle.
Ron was actually completely confused, he didn't even know who Riddle was. But when he saw the strange boy planning to attack Harry, he rushed up and bit him without hesitation.
Then he was knocked unconscious by a slap from the opposite side.
When he woke up again, the whole family was sitting around his bed. Mrs. Molly held him in tears, Percy and Mr. Weasley looked relieved, and George and Fred jumped for joy. .
The strangest thing was Ginny. She also hugged Ron and cried while saying:
"I'm sorry, Ron, I'm sorry..."
Harry's situation was relatively much better. He was just exhausted when fighting the basilisk, and he drank the wine of craftsmanship - the alcohol content was a bit high, which made him faint.
He felt that he had obtained Aaron's swordsmanship through the wine of skill - the superb skill of splitting magic spells with a sword, which he was far from mastering.
The feeling was wonderful. Vigorous exercise accelerated the flow of blood, allowing the alcohol to take effect faster - which made him even more excited. When he swung the sword, he was so blessed that it seemed as if the magical sword had become a part of his body.
I just don’t know, where is that sword now?
Harry vaguely remembered that when he fainted, he saw Aaron picking up the Sword of Gryffindor, and he felt relieved.
Anyway, it's all in the hands of Professor Custer, so it can't be lost again, right?
…
"The goblin's creation, the sword of Gryffindor..."
In the office, Aaron looked carefully at the beautiful silver sword in front of him.
He waved his magic wand, and a potted plant flew from a distance. There was a lush green vine planted in the potted plant.
Aaron used his sword to lightly cut a gash on the ivy's rhizome. In just a moment, the gash turned into a terrifying blue-black color, and then the entire ivy quickly withered.
"really……"
A smile appeared on Aaron's face. Gryffindor's relic, the most famous goblin creation in Britain, could never be as simple as sharpness.
After Aaron's research, he discovered that it has an extremely powerful magical property and can absorb all substances that can strengthen itself, thereby making the sword's edge sharper.
After the crisis in the Chamber of Secrets ended, Aaron did not return the sword to Dumbledore immediately. He said that he wanted to study it.
Dumbledore readily agreed. Needless to say, Aaron had no chance of taking down the sword. Even if he wanted to, he might not be able to do it.
This sword has been cast by Gryffindor with extremely powerful magic. It will appear in front of any real Gryffindor. Even if it is stolen, it will return to the Sorting Hat after disappearing for a period of time.
The reason why Gryffindor cast such a spell was because of helplessness.
The forger of this sword was the Goblin King Legnac I. He regarded this as the highest achievement of his life and never forgot about this sword. Even before Gryffindor died, he sent people to steal it. sword.
But who is Gryffindor? As one of the four founding members of Hogwarts who was famous for his dueling, he was almost the most powerful wizard of his time. If you want to steal something from him, I'm afraid it won't be much easier than pulling off Merlin's beard.
He easily fought off the thieving goblins and sent them back, giving their king a warning: next time, you will be greeted by the edge of my sword.
Afterwards, in order to ensure that this sword would not be taken away by the goblins in various despicable ways after his death, and in order to make this sword serve those who really needed it, Gryffindor set this up for it. A magic.
From it, Aaron could vaguely glimpse the magic skills of the fairies.
The casting techniques they use do not seem to be like the alchemy that wizards understand. The magic of goblins has always been mysterious. Due to their estranged relationship with wizards, they are not willing to share their secrets with wizards.
There are many branches of goblins around the world, and the British branch is famous for being good at finance and minting currency. And when it comes to forging craftsmanship, the Nordic elf branch is the real master.
They have created many famous magical creations. In a long time ago, when wizards and Muggles still mixed, these creations had a profound impact on Muggles. They wrote many myths about these creations and passed them down from generation to generation.
Aaron stroked the edge of the sword, and seemed to be able to feel its breathing faintly.
"It's...alive?"
An astonishing thought flashed through Aaron's mind, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched something.
A sword that can continuously evolve itself, like a living creature, a group of goblins with a pathological understanding and paranoia about property rights...
Is there any secret hidden behind this...
While Aaron was thinking about the secrets of fairies and swords, a loud noise outside the window interrupted him.
"Go quickly and be honest!"
Aaron frowned and looked around, only to see Lockhart under the tower being escorted by two strikers from the Ministry of Magic and walking out of the campus.
"You... you can't do this to me! I am Gilderoy Lockhart. I have made great contributions to the fight against the dark forces... I... I also have a third-class medal of the Order of Merlin!"
Lockhart no longer had his usual demeanor, he became extremely embarrassed, and was driven forward by two beaters, stumbling forward.
"Are you done? Now, let's go! The Wizengamot is waiting for you, Mr. Best Smile!"
The striker said sarcastically.
"You have misunderstood. You must have misunderstood something. I did not attack Aaron. I just wanted to help him on the road. He is framing me! He is jealous of my reputation. He wants to steal my legendary story!"
The striker didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore. One of them took out his wand and chanted a magic spell at him. Lockhart was immediately silenced - he had now lost the only two real things left in him:
Eloquence, and the best smile.
"What do you mean by that? Muggle words." Striker asked.
"You have the right to remain silent - but for you, Mr. Best Smile, it is necessary," replied his companion.
