Chapter 735: Potter Watch!!
Harry and the others landed heavily on the ground, gasping for breath.
Hermione didn't even look at them.
She immediately began casting spell after spell. Within moments, layers of protective enchantments surrounded the area.
"Alright," she said firmly, "we can talk now."
She pulled out the tent.
Harry and Ron finally let out a breath of relief.
Ron said angrily, "That old man really ignored everything! He claims to support us, but when it matters, he does nothing!"
Hermione sighed helplessly. "The worst part is that he kept that Erumpent horn in his house. I told him it would explode, but he insisted it was a Snorkack horn. I just hope nothing happened to him…"
"He deserved it!" Ron muttered.
"I hope they don't hurt him," Hermione said quietly. "I made sure Harry showed his face—it might help Luna."
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance.
They both remembered how Hermione used to argue with Luna constantly—calling her strange, dismissing her beliefs, and never agreeing with her.
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "So what if we argued? That doesn't stop me from liking her now."
Harry shook his head, then said softly, "It's just a pity about those photos of Darren… I've never seen him like that before."
Darren had always been smiling in front of them. Even when he wasn't happy, he would force a smile so they wouldn't worry.
But the pain he carried in private—none of them had ever seen it.
Only Luna had captured it.
None of them knew how she had managed to see those moments.
"They're still here," Hermione said, looking slightly embarrassed.
Harry froze.
He watched as Hermione pulled out a stack of photos from her pocket and stuffed them into her beaded bag.
"Don't worry," she said with a small smile. "I'll take good care of them."
Harry stared at her. "Shouldn't you at least ask Luna first?"
Hermione pretended not to hear him.
She quickly changed the subject.
"I should have listened to you, Harry. We shouldn't have gone there. We gained nothing and just listened to a pile of nonsense from Lovegood. It was a waste of time."
"No," Ron said thoughtfully, "I don't think it was nonsense. He couldn't have made up all of that while he was that nervous. I think it's true."
Harry and Hermione both stared at him in shock.
"You can actually say something logical?"
"Since when did you start thinking properly?"
Ron looked both amused and offended. "Can't I understand something important for once?"
Hermione thought about it for a moment and didn't argue further.
She turned to Harry. "I checked before. The Peverell family only has two surviving lines—the Gaunts and the Potters. But the invisibility cloak doesn't quite match… and the other two don't seem to connect either…"
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She trailed off.
Harry suddenly interrupted her.
"No—you forgot something. I told you before, Voldemort's grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, had a ring. He said it was passed down through his ancestors.
And that ring… Voldemort turned it into a Horcrux. It was with Dumbledore before.
If that's the case, then the Resurrection Stone makes sense!"
Hermione hesitated, looking at him silently.
"But what about your invisibility cloak?" she asked.
Harry spoke quickly. "If—just suppose—my cloak is one of the Deathly Hallows. You remember Dumbledore borrowed my father's cloak, right? Darren said that too.
And the wand… the Elder Wand—the one Voldemort is searching for—that must be the Elder Wand!
These are the Deathly Hallows!"
Harry spoke with certainty.
Everything suddenly seemed clear to him.
So when Ron asked, "If the Resurrection Stone was in that ring, then where is it now?"
Harry answered without hesitation.
"With Darren. I saw him wearing that ring around his neck. He told me Dumbledore gave it to him before we went to the cave.
Everything fits."
Harry was convinced.
But Hermione didn't think guessing was helpful.
"What we need is information about the Horcruxes," she said firmly, "not chasing after the Deathly Hallows."
Harry disagreed.
He felt that the Hallows were important—especially to him and Darren.
If Darren had the Invisibility Cloak and the Elder Wand, maybe he could defeat Voldemort.
Perhaps that was what Dumbledore had been trying to tell them.
As for the Resurrection Stone, Harry didn't fully understand—but he believed there had to be a reason.
More and more, he wanted to be alone, to think, to understand Voldemort and the Hallows.
Hermione grew frustrated with him.
She believed his focus should remain on the Horcruxes.
Ron agreed with her.
He had started actively pushing both of them to focus on finding Horcruxes. He even suggested many different places to search—some of them quite unrealistic.
Because of this, they frequently entered wizard-controlled areas and ran into search parties. Several times, they were almost captured.
"The group I ran into before was stupid," Ron said. "But Bill told me not all of them are like that. Some are just like Death Eaters.
It was also mentioned on Potterwatch—that these search teams—"
Ron suddenly stopped.
Harry was staring at him in disbelief.
"Potterwatch?"
"Yes! They probably thought 'Order of the Phoenix' was too obvious, so they changed the name. After all, both you and Darren are Potters.
Honestly, I think 'Brotherhood' would sound better—you two are brothers."
Ron grinned.
Then he sighed. "Every other broadcast station supports You-Know-Who now. Only Potterwatch still tells the truth.
They report what's really happening.
The problem is, you need a password to listen… and it usually has something to do with the Order of the Phoenix.
Bill can sometimes guess it, but I'm terrible at that. I really wish you could hear it."
Harry felt a spark of anticipation.
But it was difficult—very difficult.
Even working together, he and Hermione couldn't figure out the password.
It wasn't until March that luck finally came to them.
Ron suddenly shouted excitedly, "Quick! Quick! The password is 'Darren'! I knew they would use that one day!"
Harry and Hermione froze—then broke into smiles.
They rushed into the tent.
The radio crackled to life.
"…Apologies for the interruption. You can blame the Death Eaters—they've been searching our location.
Thankfully, none of us were harmed."
"It's Lee Jordan!" Harry exclaimed.
Ron laughed.
The broadcast continued.
"I'm pleased to report that, thanks to a kind friend, we now have a safe place to stay.
Now, let me introduce our two regular contributors.
Good evening, lads!"
"Good evening, River!"
It was Fred's voice.
Harry and Hermione couldn't help it—they both cried out in joy.