And at this moment, in Dumbledore's office on the upper level of the castle, in an inconspicuous birch cabinet.
Hermione's consciousness gradually recovered, and she woke up from a drowsiness, and found that her eyes were pitch black. She wanted to stand up, but found that her hands and feet were tied up with thick hemp rope, and her wand was thrown away. .
Her back was leaning against a solid and cold wooden board, as if she was in the corner of the cabinet, the door gap was ajar, she tried her best to raise her head, only then could she vaguely see a little bit of light shining through it.
There was a little panic in her heart, but she still managed to calm herself down.
"We have to inform the teachers of the school as soon as possible... this student is in danger!" This seems to be the voice of the rich woman in the portrait.
"How to tell, we are a painting!" Black's ancestor Phineas said violently.
Through the wooden door, she seemed to hear the voices of those portraits arguing fiercely.
But as they say, they are just portraits, and they don't have the ability to walk out of it.
Everything still depends on oneself.
Hermione tried to untie her bondage, and to her delight, the rope seemed to be a slipknot, and it wasn't tied too firmly. She groped and managed to untie the bondage without relying on magic.
Just when she was about to get up.
The closed cabinet door creaked, and a more dazzling light came in.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her body reacted subconsciously without thinking about it, even without a wand.
You have to strike first, even if you lose your wand, you can't just catch it.
Swung a punch forward fiercely, and then found that his fist seemed to hit something.
The whole person lost his balance and broke out of the cabinet door.
Although subconsciously aware that something is wrong, but there is no way to regret it.
She only heard a scream of "Ah!", and then Hermione saw the situation clearly with the help of the light from the crystal pendant above her head—Ron clutched his nose, stumbled back a few steps, and then bumped into the desk behind him.
"Ron?" she exclaimed, jumping out of the closet.
Feeling a little dizzy, he hurriedly supported the cabinet and stabilized his body.
Looking out of the corner of the eye, he saw Harry's figure. He seemed to have just entered the office in a hurry.
"Ron? What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Harry hurried to Ron's eyes and asked with concern.
"Also, Hermione, are you alright?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and saw Hermione.
"It's okay." Hermione calmed down, and then put a reassuring smile on her face.
Crookshanks under her feet jumped into her arms and dawdled towards her, as if asking for credit.
The big, fat, ginger cat came all the way, panting, fearful that his master might be in some terrible danger.
It has to be said that the sense of smell is better than a dog's nose.
"Sorry," she said to Ron.
"I thought you were the intruder... that's why..." she said shyly.
"Someone really broke into Hogwarts?" Ron asked hurriedly, not paying attention to Hermione's apology, and ignoring the sharp pain from the bridge of his nose.
"I think so." Hermione nodded.
"Then you have to find out what you missed!" Not far from them, the two portraits hanging on the wall urged in unison.
The three of them looked at each other tacitly at this moment.
"Professor's relic!"
Immediately they tensed up, and then quickly walked around the floppy armchairs and approached Dumbledore's desk.
Only then did they see three boxes neatly arranged from left to right on Dumbledore's desk.
Maybe it was put away a long time ago.
Did he expect a day when an accident would happen to him
The three of them thought at the same time.
For a moment, I forgot what I was worried about just now.
A piece of parchment that was pressed under the box on the far right is exposed.
Hermione pulled it out and slowly read the black text on it, which read - "I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore... If I encounter an accident and unfortunately die, most of the inheritance will be donated to Hogwarts for teaching expenses, and a small amount of personal items will be distributed and donated according to my will... "
"The first - my Deluminator will be left for Ron Billiers Weasley, hopefully he'll remember me when he uses it, is the leftmost box."
Ron reluctantly opened the box in front of him with one hand, and lifted what looked like a silver lighter, but in fact, it only took one flick to absorb all the lights in a place, and then Turn it on again.
Ron held his nose and put the extinguisher away.
He tried to play it, and the light on the ceiling went out immediately.
"I leave Miss Hermione Jane Granger with my Tales of Beedle the Bard and of Arlan the Bard, in the hope that she will find them both interesting and instructive."
Hermione also flipped through the books, and she guessed that in these two books, there might be something that Dumbledore wanted to tell her, some clues hidden.
"I left Harry Potter with the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill."
"There are also three bottles of healing potion mixed with Phoenix Tears and Bai Xian Essence, one bottle for each person. I hope you can use it properly and protect yourself when you are injured."
"Of course, this is not partiality, because I guess that you will encounter more difficult challenges than ordinary people in the future."
Before Harry had time to guess what Dumbledore meant, he observed the golden snitch in his hand.
Then I heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door again, and someone went upstairs.
All three gripped their wands, then let go.
"Granger, are you okay?"
Professor McGonagall appeared at the door, saw the destroyed cabinet almost immediately, and turned to ask.
"I have something to do." Ron covered his nose again at this time, and said in a low voice.
At this time, Hermione suddenly remembered the accident that happened just now.
"Professor McGonagall, outsiders have invaded Hogwarts, before I entered the office."
"He knocked me out," Hermione said coherently.
Professor McGonagall frowned even tighter.
"Is something missing?"
Since he hasn't shown up until now, and he hasn't dealt harshly with Hermione, maybe it's a thief just looking for money
Professor McGonagall reasoned.
"It seems that there is nothing for the time being. The relics left to us on the list of Professor Dumbledore's will are still here, and there is no omission."
"No, there might still be something missing." Harry muttered in depression as if he had suddenly thought of something.