HP Magic Biography

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Lupine looked at Harry with a strange expression. The look bordered on sympathy.

Do you think I'm stupid? Harry felt his tongue go numb,

No, I think you are a lot like James, replied Lupine, who always raises distrust of friends to the height of shame.

Harry knew what Lupine meant, that his father had been betrayed by his friend Peter Pettigrew. He felt unfounded anger, and he wanted to excuse himself, but Lupine had already turned away, put the glass on the coffee table aside, and asked Bill: There is work to be done, and I wanted to ask Kingsley if he could... ...

I'll do it, I'll go, Bill said quickly.

Where are you going? Tonks and Fleur asked simultaneously.

Mad-Eye's body, said Lupine, we have to deal with it, and, I think we have to pick up Sirius and the others, and they haven't come back yet, which worries me...

But...it's so dangerous out there now, why don't we...? Mrs. Weasley looked at Lupine imploringly.

Wait? Bill said, unless you want the Death Eaters to find him first?

No one spoke. Lupine and Bill said their goodbyes and left. Everyone collapsed on the sofa except Harry, who was still standing there, death coming so suddenly that it seemed to be right next to them.

I have to go. Harry said suddenly, his tone extremely certain. Immediately, nine pairs of shocked eyes turned to Harry.

Don't be silly, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley, what the hell are you talking about?

I can't stay here. Harry covered his forehead in pain, and the scar started to hurt again. In fact, Harry hadn't had such pain in more than a year. Since the last time he was in the Ministry of Magic, Harry took Voldemort from him. After the internal expulsion, Harry hadn't felt him anymore.

This once made Harry feel lucky, but as lucky as Harry was before, the situation is just as bad now.

Because I'm here, you're all in danger! Harry yelled, You're putting yourself at risk, George lost an ear, and Moody... Moody's dead, Van Lin Sirius And Hermione is missing now, we don't even know...

Don't be silly! Mrs. Weasley yelled angrily. All the effort this evening was to bring you here safely, thank God we did. Fleur also agreed to get married here instead of in France, and we arranged everything so that we could come together and protect you... We did all the hard work and you, you got here and you're giving up?

She didn't understand; she didn't know that she was making Harry even more upset.

Perhaps, Mrs. Weasley never felt that there was anything wrong with it. Protecting Harry and everyone around him had always been the philosophy of the Order of the Phoenix.

If Voldemort finds out I'm here... Harry said with some horror, he could hardly imagine Mrs Weasley falling down in front of him with Ginny in her arms.

The Weasleys had paid too much for him.

And Tonks and Lupine, who just got married and are about to be embroiled in a war with no end in sight.

How did he find out? asked Mrs. Weasley.

You're probably in a dozen places right now,

Harry, said Mr Weasley, he has no way of knowing which house you are in.

It's not me I'm worried about! Harry yelled.

We know, said Mr. Weasley calmly, but if you go away, all our efforts tonight will be for naught.

You're not going anywhere, growled Hagrid.

Oh, Harry, after we've worked so hard to bring you here?

Yeah, what about my bleeding ear? said George, straightening up on the cushions.

I know……

Mad-Eye certainly doesn't want you to...

I know! Harry yelled. He felt under siege and intimidation, and they really thought he didn't know what they'd done for him so far, didn't they know that was why he wanted to leave before his actions hurt more people?

There was a long, embarrassing silence, the scar on Harry's forehead continued to sting, and Mrs Weasley broke the deadlock by saying, Where's Hedwig, Harry? She coaxed him. We can put her with the piglets and give her something to eat.

His heart clenched, he couldn't tell her the truth. Harry drank the last of the whiskey in his glass to avoid answering the question.

So, you have to believe in yourself, Harry... Mrs. Weasley felt helpless.

What on earth are we doing this for? It's not just you, Harry, this is our hope. Mrs. Weasley said calmly, Just as we once believed that Dumbledore could find a countermeasure... The same way against him, we have already won once...

But Dumbledore is dead! cried Harry in pain. So is Moody, and there will be others.

But, what does it matter? We are just wizards, and no one can escape such an ending in the end. Mr. Weasley said, Besides, you beat him time and time again, didn't you?

Yes, when he comes out again you'll be like last time, Harry, said Hagrid, dodge him and beat him when he's right on top of you!

That's not me, Harry said in a cold voice. That's my wand. It works its own magic.

For a while, the surroundings became quiet again, and a few seconds later, Mrs. Weasley said softly, That's impossible, Harry. You mean you used magic unconsciously; you made it instinctively. reaction.

No, said Harry, the car was falling, and I actually had no idea where Voldemort was, but my wand twirling in my hand found him and cast a spell at him, and I didn't even know where Voldemort was. Know the spell, I've never shot a golden flame before.

It's very common, Mrs. Weasley explained, when you're under a lot of pressure and you can do magic that you've never seen before. What a lot of kids with no formal training often find, it's like... It's like silently...

It's not like that, Harry gritted his teeth and said, I can assure you that my body didn't react at all, and even the magic power didn't flow... By the way, after Voldemort touched the spell, it was like... The magic power is rampant, do you understand what I mean?

Harry looked expectantly at the others, but no one responded to him.

Why hasn't Fan Lin come back yet?

Harry felt a little anxious, if Fan Lin was here, maybe his speech might get some response, but obviously...

His scar seemed to be burning, and he felt angry and frustrated, and Harry suddenly resented the idea that he had the power to stand up to Voldemort, but in fact, he didn't have it at all.

Always living in Dumbledore's plan, Fan Lin's help, and some small... luck?

That's pretty much what the confrontation is all about.

Probably the only normal engagement at the Ministry of Magic, yet it turned out that his spells couldn't even hurt Voldemort.

If the confrontation of the mind is counted, there is no doubt that his friends gave him strength. In fact, this once made Harry think that he could fight, but after seeing the destroyed Azkaban, finally A little swell of thought was also wiped from Harry's mind.

No one spoke, and Harry knew they wouldn't believe him. Now that he was thinking about it, it had never been said before that a wand could do magic by itself. His scar was burning with pain, and all he could do was keep himself from moaning out loud.

Harry put down the glass in his hand, whispered to get some air, and left the room. As he walked across the backyard, the gigantic, skeletal Thestral looked up at him—rustling its giant bat-like wings—and began eating.

And the Ye Qi that originally belonged to Fan Lin lay quietly next to her partner.

Bill has already treated it with magic, and I hope it can survive safely.

Harry stopped at the garden door, looked at the overgrown vegetation, felt the throbbing scar on his head and thought of Dumbledore, who would have believed him, he knew.

Dumbledore would know why and how Harry's wand cast its own magic, because Dumbledore knew everything, he knew everything about wands, he explained to Harry the strange connection between his wand and Voldemort's wand ...but Dumbledore, like Mad-Eye, his parents, his poor owl, went to a place where he could never talk to them again.

And what's worse, up to now, Fan Lin, Hermione and Sirius haven't come back yet.

Harry was terrified of hearing news... about... Van Lin Hermione and his only relative, Sirius Black.

What happened to Voldemort at the end.

Surely, Sirius must have been Voldemort's target, or, had he exposed himself early enough, and then Voldemort went straight after him, thus abandoning Sirius and the others?

There is a high probability that this is the case, Sirius... should not be their main target.

But why did Ye Qi, who was ridden by Fan Lin and Hermione, become like this?

Bill says...

Bill said that it was done by Fan Lin himself, so it is certain that someone broke through their defense under the joint efforts of Fan Lin and Sirius.

So, Hermione... Hermione, will she...

Harry suddenly felt something burn in his throat, not the hard drink... and then, out of nowhere, the pain suddenly sharpened. He desperately covered his forehead and closed his eyes, a voice screamed in his head.

You told me changing the wand would solve the problem! A roar echoed in Harry's head, which made Harry feel dizzy several times.

Suddenly a picture entered Harry's mind of a thin old man lying on a pile of rags on the stone floor, screaming, in a horribly drawn-out voice with unbearable pain……

No! No! I beg you, please...

You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!

I didn't...I swear I didn't...

You're helping Potter, helping him escape from me!

I swear I didn't... I'm sure a different wand would do the trick...

Then how to explain what happened, Lucius' wand is ruined!

I didn't know... that connection... could only exist between you... and Potter's wand...

lie!

Please... I beg you...

Then Harry saw the big white hand raise his wand, he felt Voldemort's vicious rage welling up, and the frail old man on the ground writhing in pain...

Ollivander, the Death Eaters have taken Ollivander...

Yes, Voldemort wanted to solve the problems he had with Harry, like his wand and Harry's wand...

Ollivander, don't... don't help...

Harry? Harry's murmur was interrupted by a call.

The excruciating pain ended as quickly as it had come: Harry shivered in the dark, clutching the garden door to keep himself from falling, his heart pounding, his scar throbbing.

It took him a moment to realize that it was Ron and Ginny beside him.

Harry, what's the matter with you? Ginny said with some concern, but Harry just kept shaking his head, which made Ginny feel a little embarrassed.

Harry, come back to the room with me, Mom is worried about you, Ginny said softly, Aren't you still thinking about leaving?

Yeah, you gotta stay, buddy, said Ron, patting Harry on the back.

So, are you all right? Ginny asked again, now very close to Harry's face, You look terrible!

Well, Harry replied trembling, I may have seen Ollivander...

Ron was horrified when he told them both what he had seen, but Ginny was in disbelief.

Hermione told me she wouldn't lie to me, this shouldn't happen again! Your scar...it shouldn't happen like this again! You can't let this connection happen again...

But... Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it to Ginny.

Yes, brother, Ron said worriedly, Fan Lin also said it, and it's not like you haven't been connected to his thoughts for a year and a half, and... Dumbledore hopes You can shut down your brain!

I know, but... He hesitated, But I can't help it.

Then figure out a way. Ginny said decisively, Harry, he already controls the Ministry of Magic, the newspaper and half of the wizarding world! Don't let him control your brain too!

Ron was a little stunned. He had never seen Ginny treat Harry so firmly, which surprised him.

So, come back with me, go back to the house, and we'll wait for Fan Lin to come back together. Ginny said quickly, He will figure out a way, don't you believe him, and Hermione...

The three of them... Harry said bitterly, turning his eyes to the sky...

But, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait... Before Harry finished speaking, he felt that the light in the sky was too bright.

What time is it, Ron?

Uh... what's wrong? Ron was a little confused.

Hurry up... Looking at the fading light, Harry was almost sure that someone was casting magic outside.

Morning... two o'clock in the morning...

Fan Lin! Harry yelled, I think it's them!

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