In the original story, there are three pieces of equipment of the same level.
The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak.
Legend has it that all three artifacts were created by Death himself and are collectively known as the Three Relics of Death.
In the original text, all three artifacts make an appearance, each with varying effects, none appearing as powerful as the legends suggest.
Is it truly the artifacts' limitations, or could it be a trap set by Death?
The Elder Wand was crafted from the wood of the Elder Tree, found by the River of Souls; the Resurrection Stone, merely a stone picked up along the riverbank; and the Invisibility Cloak, simply Death's own cloak. Those who obtained the wand and the Resurrection Stone met tragic fates, while those who possessed the Invisibility Cloak were impossible to find—even by Death himself, ensuring their survival until the very end.
The story reveals that, of these three treasures, one was the least valuable, and one was the most precious.
But in reality?
Dumbledore could see Harry Potter, even while he was wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Does this imply that the Cloak is not as powerful as the legend suggests?
The Mirror of Erised is a magical mirror that shows one's deepest desires.
Now that both the Invisibility Cloak and the Mirror have appeared, Zhao Lun couldn't help but wonder: what secrets do these two hold?
He listened to Ron chat on and on until he eventually stopped talking.
...
Hermione was an eager and curious girl, and her enthusiasm led her to return the day before the holiday ended.
She was a determined girl, unwilling to give in to problems until she had thoroughly solved them.
At times, she could be stubborn, competing with Zhao Lun in class to answer questions and earn points.
When Zhao Lun saw her, she looked exhausted. She no longer fought for points in class or paid attention to the lessons. Her energy seemed completely drained.
"You're not paying attention in class? That's unlike you."
Zhao Lun joked.
"Hermione…"
She greeted him wearily, not arguing.
"Up all night again?"
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Without needing to ask, Zhao Lun already knew what the problem was.
"It's like this…"
Her words let Zhao Lun know that some things were inevitable.
"You're thinking too much. Their issues don't need this much obsession. Why not relax a bit?"
"But they…"
"You don't need to worry about them. Have you ever seen anyone expelled? They might face some punishment, but after that, they will grow."
Zhao Lun shared some things about the school with her.
"And to expel a student, it takes an unforgivable mistake. Their midnight wanderings aren't serious, and besides, Dumbledore would never expel him."
It seemed his words had an effect; Hermione stopped dwelling on it and smiled again.
During class, she returned to her usual self.
After returning, the weather warmed, and the grass began to grow again.
With no harsh weather to disrupt things, the students' spirits were lifted.
Zhao Lun felt something was odd about the weather here; it seemed manipulated.
The oddity was that it warmed up unusually quickly, almost as if spring had arrived early.
Zhao Lun and Maria communicated every day, and while it was still snowing outside, spring had already arrived here, making him feel like the seasons here were unpredictable.
It was a pity Zhao Lun wasn't at home. And since she wanted to keep in touch with her brother, she didn't go to Hong Kong to celebrate the Spring Festival with Sister Zhi.
Angela's career success had given her confidence, and now many white-collar workers who were once her peers looked up to her. Many who had been attempting to pursue her were intimidated by her.
Those who sought to climb the social ladder couldn't even get their parents' approval, and they were powerless to intervene.
Now, Angela had solved the problem of arranged marriage.
Zhao Lun missed the Spring Festival and had planned to celebrate it, but he had to make do.
He longed for the taste of dumplings, a dish that reminded him of home. Now, the most he looked forward to was eating authentic dumplings. To make them, he began preparing the ingredients.
He invited a few friends, preparing food to share, sitting together. Not feeling alone, the holiday passed quickly.
The Quidditch match was about to begin, and the students were once again full of excitement.
The Quidditch players intensified their training, even the usually lazy Weasley twins joined in.
The two brothers were restless, never missing a chance to play pranks during training, until they heard that Snape would be the referee. They were so scared that they fell off their brooms.
Professor Snape's reputation for causing trouble for Gryffindor was no joke. With him as a referee, could there be any fairness in the match?
The students reassured themselves, hoping he would be more impartial and not deliberately make things difficult for them.
Harry was too frightened to fly, wanting to avoid the match.
The saga of Draco and Harry's so-called "true love," which had been a hot topic over the Christmas break, seemed to have quieted down. This should have been good news for him.
However, the situation with the Mirror of Erised had left him heartbroken, and now the unpleasant news of Snape becoming a referee made him feel as though the world was conspiring against him.
"Hi! Neville!"
Everyone watched as Neville awkwardly hopped into the classroom, resembling a toad, causing the room to burst into laughter.
No one needed to say anything—he had obviously been hit by another curse from some student, and everyone was used to it by now.
Hermione helped Neville break the curse on his feet.
"What happened?"
"I ran into Malfoy outside the library. He said he was testing a new curse…"
"Quick! Go find Professor McGonagall!"
Hermione grabbed Neville.
"Report it to her!"
Neville shook his head, muttering, "I don't want to cause more trouble."
"You should stand up to him, Neville!"
"He's used to stepping all over everyone. We have no reason to submit to him. It's not that simple."
Ron encouraged his friend.
"Don't tell me I'm not brave enough for Gryffindor. Malfoy's already said it."
Neville said, his voice breaking.
Harry reached into his robes and pulled out a Chocolate Frog, which Hermione had given him as a Christmas gift—only one left.
He handed it to Neville, who looked like he was about to cry.
"You're stronger than twelve Malfoys."
"The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? What about Malfoy? He's stuck in the stinking Slytherin house."
Harry said, gritting his teeth. Seeing Malfoy like this, he could imagine people would start supporting Malfoy in his "search for true love" again.
Neville unwrapped the Chocolate Frog, and a weak smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you, Harry... I think I should go to sleep... Do you want the card?"
Neville ate the chocolate and kept the card.
"Another one from Dumbledore!"
"He's the first one...," he gasped, "I think I know Nick Mellor now!"
...
Zhao Lun watched from the side, taking notes.
Perhaps he could make a film about their stories. That would be quite enjoyable.
Nick Mellor was a legend. With his own abilities, he had lived for hundreds of years.
His wife was even older than he was.
He had a Philosopher's Stone capable of turning any metal into gold, and it was rumored to possess the ability to grant immortality.
Zhao Lun wondered if the Philosopher's Stone and the Resurrection Stone, made by Death, were related.