"Beautiful?" Ron shouted.

Hermione didn't say anything, but her expression had already shown her attitude.

Harry's heart sank. This is the second person who noticed that he didn't have a ring on his hand. With his previous experience, he was more sensitive to this issue. However, Luna's focus was as different as usual. To be honest, he believed that even with the reputation bonus of the Resurrection Stone, the ring was far from being beautiful.

Its workmanship is very rough, especially its last two owners (not Voldemort) may not have thought of treating it well.

"I saw you wearing it last Saturday," Luna said affirmatively. "Just when you went to the auditorium for lunch. You were surrounded by a lot of people, and you probably didn't see me passing by you."

"That's not mine, I'll give it to the original owner." Harry said vaguely.

"Oh." Luna said with regret and ran to sit with Ginny.

Harry looked at her back and suddenly had an idea in his mind. Luna had previously reposted Ferenze's words - she would pass by the resurrection stone. Now it seems that it is perfectly in line with the divination results of the horseman Ferenze, and Luna did pass by herself wearing the resurrection stone ring.

But Principal Dumbledore has been getting it for a long time, right? Harry was thinking while eating. Perhaps before himself, Principal and Luna had no idea how many times had they "passed by".

But Harry soon realized that he seemed to rarely see Dumbledore wearing the ring in public, especially this semester... "Hiss!" He suddenly inhaled.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing." Harry immediately said, surprised by his thoughts: Did Dumbledore meant to hide it from Professor Basharat? The information he had forgotten a long time ago was re-extracted and reminded him that the two knew each other.

In the evening, Felix brought food to the werewolf who was temporarily living in the suburbs, and rushed to three brooms before 10 o'clock in the evening. After drinking a small cup, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

A tall man with clear lines and conspicuous blue-green eyes sat opposite him. At the same time, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were turned to this side, either lightly or secretly.

"Hello, Mr. Haip," said the man.
Chapter completed!