Very Gryffindor

Inside the stone gate, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

As soon as they stepped inside, torches suddenly lit up the room, making the four of them even more vigilant, fearing that they were about to fight something again.

In the four people's view, there were two figures sitting opposite each other by the burning campfire, seemingly chatting about something interesting.

The only treasure here is in the hands of the middle-aged man opposite the towering Giant. Godric Gryffindor is wiping his silver sword with a cloth, chatting and laughing with the Giant.

They were cautiously wary of the two stone statues in front of them, worried that they might suddenly attack them.

A few minutes later, the stone statue remained motionless, quietly sitting there, while the crucible by the campfire was steaming.

Albert and the others exchanged glances and cautiously walked towards the statue.

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

At this moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to the silver sword inlaid with rubies held by the Gryffindor statue.

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

But how did this weapon end up here? "This longsword is really beautiful," Lee Jordan murmured to himself, gazing at the silver sword in a daze.

"Is this the Gryffindor Sword you were talking about?" George asked Albert, turning his head to look at him.

"Yes, that should be right, a magic sword forged by Goblin," Albert nodded.

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

"Take it away? No, I will not take this sword away," Albert shook his head. "Sword of Gryffindor does not belong to me; it belongs to Gryffindor."

"How about we take it back to school?" Fred suddenly suggested excitedly. "Dumbledore will definitely give us a lot of extra points."

"Leave it here," Albert said, shaking his head.

In fact, Albert had initially considered taking the sword back, but considering that he had recently received a Special Contribution Award, he figured that if he took the Gryffindor Sword back now, Dumbledore probably wouldn't give him another Special Contribution Award.

"Why?" George asked, puzzled. "If we bring it back, the points we get will definitely help us beat Slytherin."

"I don't plan to expose this place for now," Albert said, shaking his head. "I intend to turn this place into our Secret Base; it might come in handy sometime."

"This is deep in the Forbidden Forest," Lee Jordan said weakly.

"Apparition," Albert warned.

"We have no objection." The Twins nodded in agreement with Albert's decision.

"Okay, I have no objection either," Lee Jordan said with a hint of regret.

"However, it's a bit of a shame that we didn't get anything after all the trouble of getting in," George muttered, looking at the silver sword.

"There is treasure!"

Albert pointed to the dark, murky cauldron over the campfire, which contained some unknown, viscous liquid that looked a bit like some kind of horrible, culinary disaster.

All four of them deliberately ignored it.

"This is the treasure?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Giant Daewenqi's Cauldron."

"The Thirteen Treasures of Britain, the Giant Daewenqi's Cauldron?" Fred was shocked. He looked up and down at the liquid that was still bubbling with muddy color, and muttered, "It is said that this cauldron can only be used to cook meat for the brave, and cowards cannot use it."

"You mean, we should... eat this stuff?" Lee Jordan looked at the liquid in the crucible, swallowed hard, and had no appetite at all.

Are we making them eat dirt?

"I don't find this joke funny at all," George said with a straight face.

"Perhaps this is also a test!"

Albert took out a candy and used Transfiguration Spell to turn it into a spoon. "Whoever wants to try it first, even if you get poisoned, I have a way to send you back to Hogwarts for treatment."

The three of them looked at Albert in unison and said irritably, "Why don't you eat first!"

"Just a small bite," Albert said, raising an eyebrow. "Just like eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."

"Okay, I'll do it!"

Lee Jordan mustered his courage, his hands trembling as he reached for the pot of culinary abomination, took a small spoonful, stuffed it into his mouth, and forced himself to swallow it while suppressing his nausea.

The next moment, his eyes widened in shock.

"Are you alright?" Fred asked worriedly.

"Could we really be poisoned?!"

"The taste is... surprisingly good!" Lee Jordan blinked, quite surprised, and said, "It tastes like broth."

"You're not kidding us, are you?" George clearly didn't believe Lee Jordan's nonsense.

"Why would I lie to you?" Lee Jordan scooped up another small spoonful and nodded, "It really does taste like broth. I feel warm all over. It's a really wonderful feeling."

"Perhaps this is the legendary Giant Daewenqi's Cauldron!" Fred muttered, preparing to try it himself, but Albert stopped him.

"Wait a little longer and see if there are any other effects." Albert was very cautious, worried that he might be poisoned if he ate it.

"I think Betty Bott might have been here," Lee Jordan said, offering his speculation. "He might have gotten inspiration from here."

"Is Betty Bott Gryffindor student?" Fred asked.

"It should be."

Why do you say that?

"Every bite is an adventure," Lee Jordan said of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans ' slogan. "That's Gryffindor, isn't it?"

"Maybe!" Albert remained noncommittal; he hadn't studied this area.

After waiting a few minutes and confirming that Lee Jordan was alright, the three of them tasted the food in the crucible, and it did indeed taste like broth, just as Lee Jordan had said.

"Incredible," Albert murmured, gazing at the food in his bowl. After finishing, he felt warm and full of energy.

"Isn't it said that silverware forged by Goblin silversmiths won't get dusty or dirty?" Albert turned his head to look at Gryffindor wiping his sword and couldn't help but complain. He reached out and picked up the silver sword from the statue, ran his fingers along the spine of the blade, paused for a moment on the name on it, and muttered, "Looks like the Goblin were 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?"

"Just tell me, stop keeping me in suspense,"

Legend has it that Gryffindor wanted a suitable longsword, so he asked the Goblin king, who was also the best silversmith, to forge one. After the Goblin king finished forging the weapon, he was reluctant to hand it over to Gryffindor, and then pretended that Gryffindor had stolen the sword from him...

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were all dumbfounded as Albert recounted the ancient story.

"So, now the Goblin believes... that this matter is true?"

"That's the information I found in the literature."

Of course, these documents were not actually found in the Hogwarts library, but in Brood's manor, where many ancient documents, mostly handwritten copies, are preserved.

"I never expected something like this to happen." Lee Jordan felt he had really learned something new, but then he realized something and asked suspiciously, "You're not trying to fool us again, are you?"

"I remember Fred's older brother works at Gringotts!" Albert suddenly said. "You can go back and ask him."

"The Goblin believe that everything they create rightfully belongs to them. When a wizard pays to buy something, it's merely a temporary rental by the payer. They believe that once the original buyer dies, the item should be returned to the Goblin. When you pass it on to your descendants without paying the Goblin, it's hardly better than stealing."

"But why would Goblin fabricate such a lie?"

"To cover up the truth!" Albert said without hesitation, "The Goblin King failed to retrieve the sword because he ran into a brick wall. Gryffindor threatened the Goblin King that if he did that, they would use the sword to kill the Goblin King and his subjects."

"Later, rumors began to circulate in the Goblin society that Gryffindor had stolen the sword. In order to make this lie true, the Goblin king instilled that idea in his people in order to confirm the fact that Gryffindor had stolen the sword."

In his previous life, there was a similar country.

"In fact, the Goblin King was very successful, but he also caused trouble for the Goblin. Goblin with that kind of thinking don't have a good relationship with wizards, do they?" Albert said dismissively. "This also indirectly led to two Goblin rebellions in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries."

"Of course, history is hard to trace now. Whether the Goblin was lying or Gryffindor was lying is impossible to find out, but I'm more inclined to believe that the Goblin was lying..."

"Why?" the three asked, puzzled.

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

"Godric Gryffindor".

"Only Goblin silversmiths have the skill to work with silver, which means that the name was engraved at the request of the Goblin king by Gryffindor at the time," Albert said softly. "This sword undoubtedly belongs to Gryffindor."