"Once upon a time, three brothers were traveling along a secluded, winding path. Dusk was approaching, and as they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade across, and swimming across was dangerous. However, the three brothers were skilled in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared over the treacherous river..."
Hermione flipped through her notebook and began telling Harry and Ron the version of The Tale of the Three Brothers she had translated from the copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard Dumbledore had given her.
Harry had grown up in the Muggle World and knew little about wizarding fairy tales, but he had recently heard several versions of The Tale of the Three Brothers. The stories were actually all quite similar.
Still, Harry and Ron listened patiently as Hermione told the story. All three of them believed that the tale concealed some important information Dumbledore had left for them.
"...The third brother lived to a great age before finally taking off the Invisibility Cloak and giving it to his son. Then, like greeting an old friend, he welcomed Death, and as an equal, happily left the world at his side."
"Thanks."
Hermione took the Butterbeer Harry handed her, drank some to wet her throat, and said, "This version of the story is actually pretty much the same too."
As she spoke, she picked up the Quill beside her and began noting down the key points from The Tale of the Three Brothers: the three brothers, the bridge, Death...
"Why do the bridge and Death count as key points? Aren't the most important things in this story the three objects Death gave them?" Ron looked at what Hermione had written and said in confusion, "The most powerful wand in