It was pitch black inside the stone gate and nothing could be seen.
As they stepped inside, torches suddenly lit up in the house, causing the four men to be even more alert, fearing that they would have to fight something again.
In the four people's field of vision, there were two figures sitting opposite each other by the burning campfire, 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 is wiping the silver sword with a piece of cloth and chatting with the giant opposite.
They were cautious and wary of the two stone statues in front of them, fearing that they would suddenly attack them.
After a few minutes, the stone statue did not move and remained there quietly, but the crucible beside the campfire was steaming.
Albert and his companions looked at each other and walked towards the location of the stone statue vigilantly.
"Look... that sword!" George exclaimed.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the silver sword inlaid with rubies held by the Gryffindor statue.
To be honest, Albert was very surprised when he saw the sword. He still vaguely remembered that Harry Potter took out the sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat and killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.
But how did this weapon get here now
"This sword is so beautiful." Lee Jordan stared at the silver sword and muttered to himself absentmindedly.
"Is this the Sword of Gryffindor you mentioned?" George turned his head and asked Albert.
"Well, that should be correct, a magic sword made by fairies." Albert nodded.
"Are you going to take it away?" Lee Jordan tried to take the sword off the statue's arm, but failed.
"Take it away? No, I won't 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 had initially considered taking the sword back, but considering that he had recently received a special contribution award, if he took the sword of Gryffindor back at this time, Dumbledore probably would not give him another special contribution award.
"Why?" George asked puzzledly, "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 someday."
"This is deep in the Forbidden Forest," Lee Jordan said weakly.
"Apparate," Albert reminded.
"We have no objection." The twins nodded in agreement with Albert's decision.
"Well, I have no objection," Lee Jordan said with a little regret.
"However, it's a pity that I didn't get anything after getting in with so much difficulty." George couldn't help but mutter as he looked at the silver sword.
"Treasure, yes!"
Albert raised his finger and pointed at the black crucible on the campfire. There was some unknown sticky liquid in it, which looked a bit like some terrible dark dish.
The four of them ignored it on purpose.
"Treasure, is this it?"
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the giant Daiwenchi's crucible."
"The Thirteen Treasures of the British Isles, the legendary crucible of the giant Dawenchi?" Fred was very shocked. He looked up and down at the liquid that was still bubbling with mud-colored bubbles, and murmured: "It is said that this crucible will only cook meat for brave people, but cowards cannot use it."
"You mean, we should... eat this stuff?" Li Qiaodan looked at the liquid in the crucible and couldn't help swallowing. He had no appetite at all.
Is this making them eat dirt
"I don't think that 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 Transfiguration Spell to turn it into a spoon. "Who wants to try it first? Even if you are really poisoned, I have a way to send you back to Hogwarts for treatment."
The three of them looked at Albert and said unhappily, “Why don’t you eat first!”
"Just a small bite." Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Just like eating multi-flavored beans."
"Okay, I'll do it!"
Li Jordan plucked up his courage, tremblingly reached out the spoon to the pot of dark food, shook a small spoonful, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it while suppressing his nausea.
The next moment, his eyes widened and his face was filled with shock.
"Are you okay?" Fred asked worriedly.
"Isn't it possible that he is really poisoned?"
"It tastes... unexpectedly good!" Lee Jordan blinked and said in shock, "It tastes like broth."
"You're not kidding us!" George obviously didn't believe Lee Jordan's lies.
"Why would I lie to you?" Lee Jordan scooped another small spoonful and nodded, "It really tastes like broth. I feel my whole body warmed up. It's a wonderful feeling.
"Maybe this is the crucible of the legendary giant Daiwenchi!" Fred muttered. He was about to give it a try, 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. "He may have gotten inspiration from here."
"Is Betty Bott a Gryffindor?" asked Fred.
"It should be."
"Why do you say that?"
"Every bite is an adventure," says Lee Jordan, the slogan for Beebe's Every Flavour Beans. "That's very Gryffindor, isn't it?"
"Maybe!" Albert did not comment. He had no research in this area.
After waiting for a few minutes and making sure that Lee Jordan was okay, the three of them tasted the food in the crucible, and it tasted like broth, just as Lee Jordan had said.
"It's incredible." Albert murmured as he looked at the food in the bowl. After eating, he felt warm and full of strength.
"Isn't it said that silverware forged by goblin silversmiths will not be stained with dust and stains?" Albert turned his head to look at Gryffindor who was polishing his sword, and couldn't help but complain. He reached out and picked up the silver sword from the stone statue, brushed his fingers along the sword spine, paused for a moment on the name on it, and muttered, "It seems that the goblin is lying."
"How did you take the sword down?" Li Qiaodan asked in shock.
Albert ignored Lee Jordan and said mysteriously: "Do you know the story behind the sword of Gryffindor?"
"Go ahead, don't keep me in suspense,"
It is said that Gryffindor wanted a good long sword, so he asked the Goblin King at that time, the best silversmith, to make a long sword for him. Later, after the Goblin King made the weapon, he was very reluctant to give it to Gryffindor, and then he pretended that Gryffindor had stolen the sword from him...
Fred, George and Lee Jordan were all stunned as they listened to Albert telling the ancient story.
"So, now the goblin thinks... this is true?"
“That’s what I saw in the literature.”
Of course, these documents were not found in the Hogwarts library, but in the Broad manor, where many ancient documents are preserved, most of which are manuscripts.
"I didn't expect there would be such a thing." Li Qiaodan felt that he had really learned something, but then he realized something and asked suspiciously, "Are you fooling us again?"
"I remember Fred's eldest brother works at Gringotts!" Albert suddenly said, "You can go back and ask him and you'll know."
"The goblins believe that everything they make belongs to them. When wizards buy something, they are just renting it temporarily. They believe that after the original buyer dies, the item should be returned to the goblins. When you pass it on to your descendants without paying the goblins, it's no better than stealing."
"But why would the goblin make up such a lie?"
"To cover up the truth!" Albert said without hesitation, "The Goblin King failed to get the sword back because he hit a wall. Gryffindor threatened the Goblin King that if he did that again, he would use the sword to kill the Goblin King and his subjects."
"Later, the goblin community 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 in his people in order to prove the fact that Gryffindor had stolen the sword."
In his previous life, there existed a similar country.
"In fact, the Goblin King was very successful, but it also brought trouble to the goblins. Goblins with such ideas don't have a good relationship with wizards, right?" Albert said contemptuously, "This incident also indirectly led to two goblin rebellions in the 17th and 18th centuries."
"Of course, history is difficult to explore. It is impossible to find out whether it was the goblin who lied or Gryffindor who lied, 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 words on the sword's spine.
"Godric Gryffindor."
"Only goblin silversmiths have the skills to process silver. In other words, Gryffindor at the time asked the goblin king to engrave this name on the sword." Albert said softly, "This sword undoubtedly belongs to Gryffindor."