HP Magic Biography

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After a few seconds, Fan Lin felt that he could breathe again.

The feeling of being apparated by someone is not very good, especially when four people are crowded together, Fan Lin felt that someone had stepped on his chest before, but it disappeared again in a trance.

Opening his eyes, he saw that they were standing in the middle of a familiar and simple square, surrounded by crumbling old houses.

As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, although it is a bit desolate, it is indeed a good choice, especially after Sirius returns, the natural protection of the Black family seems to be prepared for this.

However, since Snape's betrayal, it has been voted unanimously to abandon it.

The Order of the Phoenix couldn't pin the comfort of the entire organization on a spell that once failed.

Relying on memory, they found No. 12 in no time, because Dumbledore the Secret Keeper had told them the location of the house. They rushed there, cautiously checking to see if anyone was following them. They ran up the stone steps and Harry knocked on the front door with his wand.

After a series of clicks of metal and clicks of chains, the door creaked open and the four entered. As Harry closed the door, the old-fashioned gas lamps flickered on, illuminating the hallway with flickering lights.

The house was just as they remembered it, eerie and cobwebbed, with elf heads hanging on the walls casting strange shadows on the stairs, and long black draperies hiding the portrait of Mother Sirius.

The only thing that wasn't in place was the umbrella stand on which the troll's legs sat, and it fell silently to the side, as if Tonks had knocked it over again.

The clean-up organized by Mrs. Weasley proved to be of little use.

Not even Sirius was willing to return to the house after abandoning it.

I think someone has been here, whispered Hermione, pointing at it.

Oh, I seem to have heard from Moody. Fan Lin said, Apart from Kreacher, only Moody and the others have been here.

What about the jinx they used against Snape? Harry asked.

Maybe wait until he shows up with those jinxes? said Ron. They were always close together, standing on the doormat, with their backs against the door,

I dare not go into the house.

Oh please, we can't stay here, said Harry, taking a step forward.

Severus Snape? Mad-Eye Moody's voice came out of the darkness in a low voice, making Harry jump back a step in fright.

We're not Snape! Harry replied, barely twitching his tongue, before a gust of cold air came swiftly. In a split second, his tongue returned to normal. Ron and Hermione seemed to experience the same unpleasant feeling.

Hey, you should rest assured! Fan Lin said, taking back the cloak. Obviously, it is more practical to use the magic on the cloak in this situation.

To be honest, Fan Lin felt that he was so weak that he didn't quite get used to it...

Then...it must be...it's crazy...Mad-Eye put a knot on Snape...the tongue-binding curse! Hermione said aggrievedly, as if she was about to spit it out.

This is very useful and can effectively prevent wizards from using magic.

However, this is too uncomfortable. Fan Lin tapped Hermione's throat with his wand. For the first time, to undo a spell, he had to go back to the source.

Harry took another cautious step forward.

Suddenly, something started to move in the shadows at the end of the corridor. Before they realized what was going on, a tall, terrifying taupe figure suddenly rose from the carpet; Hermione screamed, and Mrs. Black screamed, And lifted her veil; the gray figure slid toward them, faster and faster, its waist-length hair and beard fluttering behind it, its face sunken deeply, fleshless, with hollow eye sockets...so familiar , but so strange, he raised an arm, and his blue and white palm was covered with blue and black cracks.

No! Harry cried, raising his wand, not knowing what spell to use. No! It's not us! We didn't kill you...

As soon as the word kill was mentioned, the figure exploded by itself, leaving only a large cloud of dust.

Harry coughed and looked around with tears in his eyes, while Hermione curled up, and it seemed that she couldn't stop crying for a while.

This surprised Fan Lin, he didn't know whether to laugh or what to do.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore was indeed dead, but for Fan Lin, the result didn't seem so unacceptable, and right now, Moody actually arranged Dumbledore's illusion to deal with the possible Snape.

He had to admit that if Snape really betrayed them, it would definitely shock him, and this illusion was not just as simple as an explosion.

In a blink of an eye, Fan Lin clearly captured other curses, the curse of aging and even death, and they were far from meeting the triggering conditions.

However, how to deal with Snape like this?

It wasn't safe here either, for the sake of planning, if the Dark Lord got his way.

In fact, many times Fan Lin was a little uncertain whether Snape had betrayed them or not.

Dumbledore's plan for death...

Okay...well...he has disappeared...disappeared... Fan Lin hugged Hermione, and buried his nose in Hermione's hair.

Mrs. Black was still screaming, and the dust, the blue light of the gas lamps, coiled around Harry like a mist.

Mudblood, filth, shameful stain, shameful stain in my ancestors' house...

Shut up! Harry yelled, pointing his wand straight at her, and with a loud bang and a red spark the curtain fell and the sound died away.

That... that is... Ron asked in a low voice when he came back to his senses and got up from the ground.

Professor Dumbledore, said Harry, but that's not really him, just something to scare Snape.

But does that really work?

Harry didn't know, could Snape really easily blow up this terrifying figure? Like killing the real Dumbledore?

It's useful, there are other magic behind this, but what trigger conditions should be met... Fan Lin said, holding Hermione's hand firmly.

The condition is Snape? Ron asked cautiously.

Fan Lin nodded.

This made Harry very uncomfortable, and his nerves were still tingling. Harry walked ahead and walked towards the hall. Leigh had to brace himself for new horrors, but in fact nothing happened except for a rat skimming the skirting boards.

Before we go any further in, I think we'd better check, whispered Hermione, raising her wand and muttering, All manifest!

Nothing happened.

Oh, you must be frightened, Ron shrugged nonchalantly, don't be too nervous, what's the use of that?

It does what I want it to do! said Hermione, rather annoyed. It's a spell to reveal people from hiding, and there's no one here but us!

Besides us, there is old dust, Ron glanced at the patch of carpet from which the corpse-like figure had risen just now.

Oh, let's go upstairs. Hermione looked at the place with some fear, which made the girl feel a little scalp tingling, shall we go back to our room?

She led the way up the creaking stairs to the living room on the second floor. Hermione shivered slightly in the windy room. Flicking her wand to light those old-fashioned gas lamps, she sank into the sofa with her arms tightly folded on her chest.

Fan Lin walked across the living room to the window, and opened the heavy velvet curtain a crack.

There's no one outside, Fan Lin observed carefully, It looks like there shouldn't be any mark on Harry, otherwise they would have followed by this time, but... what's wrong with you, Harry?

Fan Lin called out suddenly.

Harry let out a cry of pain, his scar burning again, and something flashed across his mind like a light on water. He saw a huge shadow and felt a fury that was not his own, violent and short as an electric shock.

What did you see? Fan Lin frowned and walked towards Harry, Did you see him at my house?

No, I'm just angry...he's really angry...

He might be at the Burrow, Ron exclaimed, a little panicked. What else? What else did you see? Is he casting a spell on someone?

No, I just feel anger... I can't tell...

Harry felt like he was being forced to confess, he was very confused, but Hermione couldn't help him, she just said worriedly: Your scar hurts again? How could this happen? I thought that connection had been closed long ago!

It's just been closed for a while, Harry muttered, his scar still hurting, making it hard for him to concentrate, I... I think whenever he loses control, the connection opens up, and that's what he before……

But you have to shut down your brain! Hermione squealed. Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to use that connection, he wants you to block it, that's why you should use Occlumency! Otherwise Voldemort can put fake images in your mind, you remember...

Yes, I remember, thanks, Harry gritted his teeth; he didn't need Hermione to remind him that Voldemort used that connection to lure him into a trap, much less that it put everyone in danger .

He wished he hadn't told them what he saw and felt...it made Voldemort even more dangerous.

Harry pressed the scar tightly against the window of the room, but it still hurt, and he fought back the pain as if he was forcing himself to fight back the nausea.

Harry turned his back to Fan Lin and the others, pretending to be inspecting an old tapestry hanging on the wall...with a family tree map of the Black family on it.

Then Hermione screamed, and Harry raised his wand, looked around, and saw a silver Patronus float in through the living room window, land on the floor in front of them, become a weasel, Ron's father's voice said: The family is safe, don't reply, we are being watched, and Sirius will find you.

The Patronus dissipated, and Ron let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and fell hard on the couch.

Relieved, at least, this is good news.

Fortunately, they are safe! Ron said tremblingly.

Harry sighed thinking of Ginny.

If anything happened to Ginny, Harry didn't know what to do.

I...I'm going to the bathroom, Harry muttered with a sigh of relief, walking out of the room as quickly as possible.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the strong dizziness became more intense. Harry felt his mind was spinning, as if he was constantly wandering back and forth between virtual and reality, which made Harry a little confused Clear the way out.

But the road to toilets has never been longer.

With difficulty, Harry fastened the door of the toilet with trembling hands, hugged his head that was about to crack and fell to the ground, and then a sharp pain hit him, a kind of non-belonging that he had never experienced before. His rage took possession of his soul, and he saw a long, narrow room lit by fire, where a tall, blond Death Eater fell to the ground, screaming and writhing, while a smaller figure stood over him with a wand. In front of him, at this moment, an arrogant, cold, and cruel voice came from Harry's mouth.

Is there anything else you want to say, Lyle, or should we just call it a day and send you to the altar? Then hand you over to those monsters? Lord Voldemort may not forgive you this time... first Now, are you calling me back to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, let Lyle have a taste of what it's like to upset us... let him taste, or you come Taste my wrath!

Suddenly, it was like a piece of wood fell into the fire, and the flames shot up, and the firelight fell on a frightened, pale face... that face seemed to have been soaked in deep water, Draco's face was pale Somehow, for a moment, Harry felt as if his eyes had been stung, and Draco woke him up.

Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Harry lay sprawled on the cold black marble floor, his nose inches from the tail of the silver viper that supported the large bathtub. He sat up, Malfoy's haggard, glazed face still seeming to emerge before his eyes. Harry felt sick for what he had seen, and also for the way Draco was now driven by Voldemort.

There was a hasty knock on the door, and Harry jumped up when he heard Fan Lin's voice.

Harry, how are you, are you okay, all your things are here...

Okay, okay, thanks, he said as he opened the door, trying to get his voice back to normal.

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