HP Magic Biography

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So... is that true? Ginny interjected. That's what you're going to do?

I...no...I was just joking, Harry shrugged. They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny's expression, and Harry suddenly realized that he and her were alone together for the first time since those good times lost in the hidden corners of Hogwarts. .

He was sure she remembered too.

They both jumped up when the door opened and Mrs Weasley, Kingsley and Bill walked in. They often dined with other members of the Order, as the Burrow had replaced 2 Grimmauld Place as the headquarters of the Order, Mr. Weasley explained, and Dumbledore... after the death of their Secret Keeper, each Anyone who has been informed of the location of Grimmauld Place by Bullido automatically becomes a Keeper of Secrets.

And since there were about twenty of us, it greatly weakened the power of the Fidelity Charm. There have been more than two dozen chances of a Death Eater getting the secret from someone, and we can't expect it to last long.

But surely Snape has told the Death Eaters the address by now? Harry asked.

Well, Mad-Eye cast a couple of spells to keep Snape from finding that place again, and we hope they're strong enough to both keep Snape out of the way and, if he wants to talk about the place, to Restrain his tongue, but we can't be sure, so it would be foolish to continue using this place as headquarters when its protection has become so weak.

In the evening, the kitchen was so crowded that using automatic cutlery was difficult, and Harry found himself squeezed next to Ginny, passing things between them that didn't need words, which made him wish there were a few people between them , he was trying to avoid sweeping her arm, so he could barely slice his chicken.

To his surprise, Fan Lin finally walked out of his room after a few days. This was probably the most exciting thing for Harry, and after Madam Pomfrey announced that Fan Lin could leave her small room, she left in a hurry.

The past few days were indeed very sad for Fan Lin. Once the tense nerves were relaxed, the damage caused by the body flushed with a lot of magic power was almost to the point where Fan Lin could hardly stand up.

In Madam Pomfrey's words, if it wasn't for Fan Lin's special physique, and usually swallowing a lot of beneficial potions, the continuous high-intensity apparition alone would be enough to kill him.

This made Fan Lin feel very lucky, and he was a little surprised that he would be rescued by the people of the Holy See.

They seemed to have known that they were coming.

But it can be guaranteed that he has not had any contact with people from the Holy See.

Moreover, unfortunately, Trevor is really a little too timid. Facing the paladin Teflon of the Holy See, he doesn't even have the courage to make a move, and the knight is also, let the vampire go?

This probably subverted the impression that the Holy See's faith is supreme.

Is there no news about Mad-Eye? Fan Lin asked while sitting next to Hermione.

Mundungus' betrayal was a bit abrupt, but it was reasonable.

In the face of Voldemort, if Mundungus maintains Harry's image, he will definitely die, but betrayal is not necessarily the case, even if he will be punished by the spell set by Van Lin.

Nothing, Bill replied, shaking his head.

So far they hadn't held a funeral for Moody, because Bill and Lupine hadn't been able to find his body, and finding where he might have fallen was difficult in the darkness and confusion of the battle.

Not a word from the Daily Prophet about his death or the search for his body, Bill went on, but, that doesn't mean anything, they've been very quiet these days.

And they haven't had a juvenile use of magic hearing for the magic I used against the Death Eaters, Harry said to Van Lin across the table from him, who just shook his head.

Because they know I have no choice or because they don't like telling the wizarding world that Voldemort attacked me?

That's it, Fan Lin affirmed, The Ministry of Magic is no longer able to face Voldemort.

They've always been like that, said Mr. Weasley. Lately, I guess, Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that You-Know-Who is as powerful as he used to be, or that there's been a massive escape from Azkaban.

Yeah, why tell the public the truth? Harry said, clutching his knife, the blurred white scar on the back of his right hand showing: I mustn't lie.

Isn't there anyone in the Ministry ready to stand up to him? Ron asked angrily.

Of course not, Ron, but people are scared, Mr. Weasley replied, that they'll be the next to disappear, and their children the next to be attacked! There are nasty rumors going around Well, I don't believe that the Muggle Studies professor who resigned at Hogwarts, she's been missing for weeks, Scrimgeour shut up his office all day, and I just hope he's making a plan.

No one spoke when Mrs. Weasley magically moved the empty plate onto the worktop and began serving the apple pie.

We have to decide how to protect you, Ali, said Fleur, as they ate pudding.

Why? Harry was a little confused. In fact, he couldn't think of this and Fleur...

For this wedding, said Fleur candidly, of course none of our guests were Death Eaters, but we can't guarantee that they won't accidentally say something after drinking champagne.

In fact, from this point.

Harry deduced that she was still suspicious of Hagrid.

Yes, good proposition, said Mrs Weasley from the top of the desk where she sat, glasses hanging from the bridge of her nose, while browsing the chores that had been scrawled on a long sheet of sheep.

I'm sure they won't refuse some small means, like spending a wonderful carnival and then freeing up a day. Fan Lin said with certainty, and he watched Mrs. Weasley record it in her notebook .

I agree, so now, Ron, have you cleaned your room yet?

Why? cried Ron, dropping his spoon and glaring at his mother. Why does my room have to be cleaned? Harry and I like it the way it is!

We're having your brother's wedding in a few days, boy...

Then they're going to have the wedding in my room? Ron asked furiously. What the hell...

Don't talk to your mother like that, said Mr. Weasley firmly. Do as she says.

Ron glared at his parents, then picked up his spoon and swallowed the last bites of the apple pie.

I can help, I have some of my stuff here, Harry told Ron, but Mrs Weasley cut him off, No, Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur get these chickens, Hermione , I would be very grateful if you went to change the sheets of the Delacour couple. You know they will be here at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. As for Fan Lin, you just regained the ability to get out of bed...

Oh, it's enough for Hermione to take care of me, Mrs. Weasley... Fan Lin said quickly, Mrs. Weasley or Ginny and Fleur have been coming over these two days, which is extremely embarrassing.

Ah, yes, Mrs. Weasley, as long as I come! Hermione quickly snatched it up, Ginny can help me go to the Delacours, and Gabriel...

Okay... Mrs. Weasley said unwillingly, You come.

Harry opened his mouth, but he couldn't find any reason to help Fan Lin.

And it turns out that when it comes to getting these chickens, there's very little to do.

There's no need to tell Molly about that, Mr Weasley said to Harry, who was herding his chicken into the coop, but, um, Ted Tonks sent me the Sirius motorcycle Most of the parts of the car and, well, I'm keeping it, that is, hiding it here, it's an amazing thing, there's an exhaust, like I believe it says, the most gorgeous battery, which is A great opportunity to study how the brakes work. Will put it all together again when Molly isn't... I mean, when I have time.

When they walked back to the house, Mrs. Weasley was nowhere to be seen, and Harry sprinted to Ron's attic bedroom.

I'm doing it, I'm doing it...! Ah, it's you, said Ron, jumping up to his feet, and he was lying on the bed when Harry entered the room, which was still as messy as ever.

The difference was that Hermione was now sitting in a far corner sorting through two large stacks of books, some of which Harry recognized as his own, with her fluffy ginger cat, Crookshanks, in her feet.

Of course, there was also Fan Lin, who was lying weakly on the sofa. In fact, Harry couldn't feel any change except that his face was a little paler, just like when he was in the Gryffindor public room. Clutching his wand.

This should be for Mrs. Weasley, Disillusionment Charm?

Hi, Harry, said Hermione as he sat on his cot.

How did you two escape? Harry asked puzzled.

Fan Lin used an illusion spell, as long as you return to the room, Mrs. Weasley will not say anything. Hermione said, and she threw a copy of Granmatica and Divination by Numbers on a pile of books , a copy of The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts was thrown on another pile.

We were just talking about Mad-Eye, Ron told Harry, who I assumed was probably still alive.

But Bill saw he was hit with the Killing Curse, said Harry.

Yeah, but Bill was under attack too, said Ron. How can he be sure what he saw?

Even if the Killing Curse missed him, Mad-Eye still fell a thousand feet, said Hermione, now holding a thick copy of England and Ireland Quidditch Team in her hand. .

Maybe he used a protective spell—

Fleur said his wand was knocked out of his hand, said Harry.

Well, well, if you want him dead, said Ron grumpily, patting his pillow into a more comfortable shape.

Of course we don't want him to die! said Hermione, looking at him in shock. His death is terrible! But let's face it!

For the first time, Harry imagined Mad-Eye's body, snapped off like Dumbledore's, one eye still swishing in its socket, and he felt a throbbing pain followed by a strange desire to laugh .

The Death Eater may have cleaned it up by himself later, that's why no one found him, Fan Lin said truthfully, Moody's body is very complicated, and those alchemy devices hindered Moody's ability to use magic, although I said Hate to admit it, but... there's a good chance that Moody fell into the hands of the Death Eaters.

Yes, said Harry, like Barty Crouch, turned to bones and buried in Hagrid's front garden, they probably transfigured Moody and buried him in...

Stop it! screamed Hermione in shock, and Harry looked over just in time to see tears burst from her eyes and fall onto the spell alphabet she had copied. Oh no, said Harry, struggling to get out of the cot, Hermione, I didn't mean to upset you...

Oh, it's okay, Hermione, I'm here... Fan Lin stood up, hugged Hermione into his arms, and then took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket to try to wipe away the girl's tears.

Oh, sorry...I mean...sorry... She sniffled and sobbed, That was really...terrible, wasn't it, right after Dumbledore..., I Never imagined that Mad-Eye would die, somehow, he looks so strong!

Yes, yes, he looks exactly as you said, Fan Lin hugged Hermione, This is my mistake, I shouldn't...

Mundungus is to blame for this! Ron said angrily, He just needs to be exposed to magic, and then help Moody block a few spells, so that he can...

Moody wouldn't do that... Van Lin said, He wished Voldemort would chase him...

When he said this, Fan Lin looked at Harry, Of course, there is no right or wrong in all of this, it's just that Mundungus is too cowardly.

Don't trust Mundungus... Harry repeated, by the way, you're not...

Contract spells, yes, he violated the agreement, so I think he will probably lose most of his spellcasting ability. Fan Lin said, The spells will prevent Mundungus from releasing the spells. It takes effect the moment it takes shape.”

I mean... Harry said hesitantly, will we...

He deserves it, Harry! Fan Lin shook his head and refused, One time, it's easy to do it the second time, and the third time, I can't leave him to the Death Eaters just because of his cowardice , his will is not firm, and he is very good at playing tricks.

Okay... Harry nodded, Fan Lin let go of Hermione, and Hermione continued to sort the books.

What do you want these books for? Ron asked suddenly.

Just to see what books we need to take with us, said Hermione, when we're looking for Horcruxes.

Oh, of course, said Ron, patting his forehead lightly with one hand, I forgot, now, we have to start stalking Voldemort in the traveling library.

Haha, said Hermione, staring down at the spelling table below, I wonder..., will we ever need to translate the ancient runes? That's possible... I think we'd better take it, just to be safe For sake. She dropped the phonogram into the larger of the two piles of books and picked up Hogwarts, A History.

This is not an easy job... Fan Lin frowned, Hermione, I hope you can...

Don't reject me, okay! Hermione said softly, I'll be even more uneasy here.

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