Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 336: Very Gryffindor

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

As soon as they stepped in, a torch was suddenly lit 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, there are 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 wiping the silver sword with a cloth, chatting and laughing with the giant opposite.

They were cautiously alert to the two stone statues in front of them, fearing that they would suddenly attack them.

A few minutes later, the statue did not move and remained silent, while the cauldron by the campfire was steaming.

Albert looked at each other in dismay and walked vigilantly towards the location of the stone statue.

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

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the ruby-encrusted silver sword held by the Gryffindor statue.

To be honest, Albert was actually quite surprised when he saw the sword, he still vaguely remembers Harry Potter taking the Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat and killing the Chamber of Secrets Basilisk in .

How come this weapon is here now?

"This long sword is really beautiful." Lee Jordan muttered to himself, looking at the silver sword.

"Is this the Gryffindor sword you're talking about?" George asked Albert sideways.

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

"Are you going to take it away?" Lee Jordan tried unsuccessfully to remove the sword from the statue's arm.

"Take it away? No, I won't take this sword away," Albert shook his head. "Gryffindor's sword does not belong to me, it belongs to Gryffindor."

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

"Leave it here." Albert shook his head.

Actually, Albert initially considered taking the sword back, but considering that he received a special contribution award not long ago, Dumbledore probably wouldn't take the Gryffindor sword back at this time. Give him another special contribution award.

"Why?" George asked, puzzled. "As long as we take it back, the points we get will definitely help us beat Slytherin House."

"I'm not going to expose this place for the time being." Albert shook his head, "I'm going to turn this place into our secret base, maybe it will come in handy."

"It's deep in the Forbidden Forest." Lee Jordan said weakly.

"Apparition," Albert reminded.

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

"Well, I don't mind either," said Lee Jordan with a bit of regret.

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

"Treasure, yes!"

Albert raised his finger and pointed to the dark cauldron on the bonfire. There was still some unknown viscous liquid in it, a bit like some kind of terrible dark food.

All four deliberately ignored it.

"Treasure, this is it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the cauldron of the giant Devinch."

"The Thirteen Treasures of the British Isles, the cauldron of the legendary giant Devinch?" Fred was very shocked, looking up and down the liquid that was still bubbling with mud-colored bubbles, and muttered: "It is said that this cauldron will only Cook meat for the brave, but not the coward."

"You mean, we should... eat this stuff?" Li Jordan looked at the liquid in the cauldron and couldn't help swallowing. He had no appetite at all.

Is this letting them eat dirt?

"I don't think the joke is funny at all," said George sternly.

"Perhaps, this is also a test!"

Albert pulled out a candy and turned it into a spoon using the Transfiguration Charm. "Whoever wants to try it first, even if it is really poisoned, I can still send you back to Hogwarts for treatment."

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

"Just a sip." Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just like eating multi-flavor beans."

"Okay, here I come!"

Li Jordan mustered up his courage, and tremblingly stretched his spoon to the pot of dark cooking, shook a small spoonful, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with revulsion.

The next moment, his eyes widened, his face full of shock.

"Are you okay!" Fred asked worriedly.

"Isn't it really poisonous?"

"The taste is... surprisingly good!" Lee Jordan said with a wink, "It's the broth."

"Aren't you kidding us!" George apparently didn't quite believe Lee Jordan's nonsense.

"What am I lying to you about?" Lee Jordan scooped another spoonful and nodded, "It really smells of broth. I feel my whole body warmed up. That feeling is really amazing.

"Perhaps, this is the cauldron of the legendary giant Devinch!" Fred muttered, and he was about to try, but was stopped by Albert.

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

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

"Is Betty Potter a student of Gryffindor?" Fred asked.

"Should be."

"Why do you say that?"

"Every bite is an adventure." Lee Jordan uttered the tagline of Bibido Beans. "It's Gryffindor, isn't it?"

"Maybe!" Albert was noncommittal, he didn't study this.

After waiting for a few minutes to make sure that Lee Jordan was all right, all three tasted the food in the cauldron, which, as Lee Jordan said, tasted like broth.

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

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

"How did you take the sword off?" Lee Jordan asked in shock.

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

"Come on, don't be tempted,"

It is said that when Gryffindor wanted a longsword that was handy, he asked the goblin king at the time to be the best silversmith to craft a longsword. Later, the goblin king reluctantly handed the weapon to Gryffindor after he had forged his weapon, and then pretended to be Gryffindor who stole the sword from him...

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were all stunned as Albert told the old story.

"So, now the goblin thinks...is this thing true?"

"That's what I see in the literature."

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

"I didn't expect such a thing." Li Jordan felt that he had really gained his knowledge, but then he realized something and asked suspiciously: "Are you fooling us again!"

"I remember Fred's eldest brother working at Gringotts!" Abbott said suddenly, "Go back and ask him and you'll know~IndoMTL.com~ The goblins think that what they make is justified. They own it, the wizard pays to buy it, it's just a temporary lease from the payer. They think that when the original purchaser dies, that thing should be returned to the goblin, when you pass it on to your descendants and you don't pay the goblin , is no better than stealing."

"Why would a goblin make up such a lie?"

"To cover up the truth!" Albert said without hesitation, "The Goblin King couldn't get his sword back because he kicked the iron, and Gryffindor threatened the Goblin King with This sword killed the Goblin King and his subjects."

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

In his previous life, there was a similar country.

"In fact, the Goblin King did it very successfully, but it also caused trouble for the goblins. The goblins who have that kind of thinking don't have a good relationship with wizards, do they?" Albert said contemptuously, "This incident also indirectly led to two goblin rebellions in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries."

"Of course, history has been difficult to explore. Whether it is the goblin lying or Gryffindor lying can't be found out, but I prefer to believe that the goblin is lying..."

"Why?" the three asked in confusion.

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

"Godric Gryffindor."

"Only goblin silversmiths have the craft of processing silver, that is to say, the name was engraved by the goblin king at the time of Gryffindor." Albert said softly, "This sword undoubtedly belongs to the grid. Ranffindor."