"The goblin-forged blade of course," Hermione waved dismissively waved her hand, "Some of the potions, take your pick, one set of the dragonhide gear, about 10 of the muggle blades, all the basilisk fangs, my copies of Defensive Charms, Simples Charms with Dangerous Results, 101 Charms for Surviving the Wild, Every Beast in the Wizarding World, Potions for Masters, 1000 Potions for Every Occasion, Runes for the Dark Arts, Warding Runes, Black Magik and Its Uses, Blood Magik, Dark Arts That Aren’t So Dark, and Jinxes and Curses: Battle Tactics, two Ironbelly fangs, a Horntail fang, a Hebridean Black fang, a Flecha-del-Fuego fang, as well as this," she pulled a chain from around her neck. Hanging from the simple steel was an amulet carved out of dark oak wood. The amulet depicted the Valknut, three triangles woven into each other. "In my travels I stumbled upon a Norse magical community. I stayed there for a while and was gifted this at my departure. When vikings die in battle it is said Valkyries carry their souls to Valhalla, a paradise of constant battles and feasting. The Valknut is believed to represent these slain warriors and the path between life and death. This particular amulet is charmed to offer protection and give its wearer a boost of confidence when faced with battle."