Chapter 1473: Stop, quickly stop!!

For more and more of the time, Ron was left with nothing but losing his temper, while only Harry and Hermione discussed information about those Horcruxes.

Yet Harry described everything Dumbledore had once told him to Hermione, point by point.

However, they could not obtain anything more from it.

So the conversations also became increasingly dry.

They thought that perhaps in the places where Voldemort had once fled, Albania might have some information.

But Ron said mockingly from the side: "Search Albania from beginning to end?"

Harry and Hermione had nothing to say.

They could only come up with other ideas again.

But these ideas were all somewhat impractical.

Harry sat decadently outside the tent at night.

Over these years, he had grown accustomed to Darren coming up with ideas; now, he couldn't think of any constructive suggestions for the time being.

What was even more terrifying was that the Horcrux was having an increasingly greater influence on him now.

As soon as he put on the Horcrux, he could see a face.

The face of that blond boy who had stolen the wand.

And the name Gregorovitch.

Of course, occasionally there was also Darren's name.

When Voldemort thought of this name, he was a bit annoyed.

It seemed that the owner of this name had done something else that made him angry.

Although not much.

But this could provide great psychological comfort to Harry, whose scar would sting.

At the very least, he could be certain that Darren was truly still alive.

He was still living well, and he could still occasionally irritate Voldemort.

Moreover, this news would also give Hermione more motivation.

Even Ron, upon hearing this news, would perk up for a while.

From a few days to a few weeks, they had been relying on this amount of information to encourage themselves.

This day.

Ron was inside the tent, pointing at a piece of somewhat dried fish meat and saying with disgust: "My mother can always conjure up very delicious food..."

Hermione glared at him fiercely.

"Sorry, food cannot be conjured out of thin air. If you know where the food is, you can summon it over..."

"If you already have some, then you can multiply it or transform it."

"This is the first of Gamp's five principal exceptions to the Law of Elemental Transfiguration. If you can't even learn this well, then you might as well go back to school for remediation!"

"I would like to go back to school, if only I could... These things, even the ghoul in my house wouldn't eat them before..."

"Enough! The fish was caught by Harry, the fish was cooked by me, and what have you done?

I have tried my best every day, and you? You just grumble here every day, pulling a long face and criticizing us!"

Hermione stood up.

The fish in the pot was smashed onto the ground.

Hermione still wanted to scold something more.

But Harry called out softly: "Stop, Hermione, quickly stop!"

"Harry, you actually aren't taking my side..."

Hermione looked at him angrily.

Harry waved his hands hurriedly.

"No, I heard a sound. Could it be that they have come again?"

Hermione became alert.

She hurriedly pricked up her ears.

Sounds of clothing rubbing and the sound of flowing water came from around them.

"I cast the Muffliato charm here, as well as a shielding charm, a Muggle-Repelling Charm, and a Disillusionment Charm..."

"I used almost everything I could. I think, if it's not the people coming to catch us, perhaps it is..."

She stopped speaking.

She signaled for Harry to put on the Invisibility Cloak.

"We can go out a little bit to take a look..."

They walked a little bit toward the outside.

No one would see them.

Then they heard footsteps.

They heard the sound of whispering.

These seemed to be coming from twenty feet away.

Next, those sounds seemed to stop at a certain place.

Harry and the others observed carefully before they discovered that those people were staying by the side of the water.

"How can we hear them talking? Got it!"

Hermione took out the Extendable Ears.

She threw one each to Harry and Ron, and quickly put one on herself. A few seconds later, they finally heard a tired male voice.

"There should be some fish in this season, right? Let me try, Accio Crucian Carp!"

A few fish jumped onto the bank.

"Griphook, how are you?"