HP Magic Biography

It looks like we can only stay here temporarily. Fan Lin said, recalling Alex.

Alex should have led people to surround Sirius' house by this time. At least, the hidden spell has failed, and it is a certainty that the Black family's ancestral house will change hands because of this.

Fortunately, Fox finally heard his call, which originated from the magic of the phoenix. If you want to change a pet, such as the stupid owl that Fan Lin bought in a year, Fan Lin can hardly imagine what will happen.

And die together with Alex?

This is not a good deal.

However, Fan Lin's words made Hermione seem more at ease, so Hermione carefully leaned Fan Lin against a tree, then raised her legs and walked out.

Where are you going? Ron asked.

If we're going to stay here, we're going to take some protection and cast some magic around, Hermione responded, picking up her wand and starting to walk around the three of them in a larger circle, And murmured.

Harry saw some turbulent drafts moving in the air: it seemed Hermione had created a wave of heat in the clearing around them.

Savier Essia... armor protection... Rebemugoldum... close your ears and listen... Harry, go and take out the tent...

Is this also a spell? Almost everyone was taken aback, but Harry still came to his senses.

tent?

In my bag!

In...of course, Harry replied.

He doesn't want to search around in it now, but can use a flying spell. The tent jutted out from the mass of clumps of canvas, ropes and tent posts, and Harry recognized it, partly because of the cat smell, and it was the same tent he slept in the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

I suppose this tent belongs to that fellow Perkins from the Ministry? he asked, starting to undo the tent's pins.

Obviously he doesn't want it anymore, he's got such bad back pain, said Hermione, who was waving her wand in a complicated figure-of-eight motion, and, Sirius' one takes up too much space, It just so happened that Ron's father said he could lend it to me, so... open it quickly!

She added, pointing her wand at the grotesque canvas so that it rose into the air in a puff of air and landed on the clearing in front of Harry, as if fully built, and from the amazed Harry's hand Tent nails flew out, slammed on the ropes, and pinned to the ground. The house is fixed! Hermione finally waved her wand towards the sky, I can only do so much, at least, we must know that they are coming, I can't guarantee that this magic can stop V...

Don't say that name! Ron interrupted, his voice hoarse.

What's wrong?

Sorry, said Ron, groaning a few times as he braced himself to look at them, but that name always makes me think of something ominous, can't we just call him 'You-Know-Who'?

But... Dumbledore said to be afraid of a name... Harry began.

Unless you don't realize, buddy, calling You-Know-Who by his first name isn't doing Dumbledore any favors in the end,

Ron replied, Just, just give the mysterious man some respect, can't you?

Respect? Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; obviously he didn't want to argue with Ron, especially when he was so weak.

Oh, well, maybe we can forget about him for a while... Fan Lin supported the tree and stood up, drinking a little potion to recover his strength.

It must be admitted that the tears of the phoenix are definitely the sacred product of trauma, but for this kind of injury caused by the disorder of magic power, Fox really has nothing to do.

What are you doing? Hermione exclaimed, and hurried over, You should...

I feel fine, just like half a month ago. Fan Lin said, Let's carry Ron in first, Fox's tears can only help him connect the skin and flesh, and the injury of the split body will not be resolved in a short while. It’s up to him to handle it.”

Okay... Hermione nodded, and then half-dragged Ron with Harry to the entrance of the tent, which was, as everyone remembered, a small apartment with a bathroom and miniature kitchen.

Harry knocked an old armchair aside and carefully placed Ron on the lower bunk of a bunk bed. Even though it was a very short trip, Ron's face turned even paler, and when they put him on the mat, Ron's eyes closed again, and he didn't say anything for a while.

Inexplicably, Fan Lin felt a little depressed. Ron has a problem now. After all, no one wants such a thing to happen.

I'll make some tea right away, Hermione panted after getting Fan Lin to the seat, took out a kettle and a large cup from her bag, and walked towards the kitchen.

Harry found the hot drink to be as good as the firewhiskey the night Mad-Eye died, and it seemed to kill some of the fear that was throbbing in his chest, and after a minute or two Ron broke the silence.

What do you say about the Katemore family?

If they're lucky, they should have escaped, said Hermione, snuggling up against the back of the sofa, clutching her hot mug comfortably.

If only Mr. Kettermore was smart enough, he should use the entourage to show Mrs. Kettermore out, and they and their children should have escaped from that town by now, if he really listened to what I was saying Fan Lin said slowly, curled up on the sofa as if it would make his body feel better.

Well, hope they get away, said Ron, leaning back on his pillow, the tea seeming to have had an effect on him, some of the color returning to his face, but I don't think Ray and Katemer Er is one of those quick reflexes, I feel it by the way people talk to me when I become him. Omg I hope they escape...if they both end up in Azka because of us If Ben...

Harry looked at Hermione, the question he was about to ask stuck in his throat, about whether Mrs Katemore would not be able to manifest with her husband's entourage because she didn't have a wand.

But Hermione didn't seem to be in the mood at this time. After drinking two sips of hot tea to warm her up, Hermione had been staring at Fan Lin intently, her expression seemed to be dripping water.

Cough...I mean... Harry coughed heavily, signaling to those two excessive people that he was still here.

I mean, if a wizard lost his wand, would it be...

Could it be something? Fan Lin moved slightly and let out a gasping sound, Hermione suddenly became extremely nervous.

you……

I'm fine, don't worry...

I mean, is it possible that Mrs. Katemore can't apparate because she doesn't have a wand? Harry couldn't help interrupting, After all, when the three of us rushed out, we didn't help her get the wand Take back.

Don't worry, otherwise, how would wizards make Muggles move in space? Besides, we can cast magic even without relying on a wand, right? Apparition is not a magic that can only be done with a wand. Fan Lin shook his head, feeling that Harry was worrying too much.

But why... I mean, My-Know-Who...he can't use...

Because that's not sure. Fan Lin said, Not all magic can be released through the medium of the body, especially those evil spells. Think about it, before an Avada Kedavra can be released, it must first be released in your body. How would it feel to walk through it?

Oh, do you have to use this spell... Ron exclaimed a little badly, We almost stayed there.

But we escaped, didn't we? Fan Lin said happily, At least, it won't trouble us...

Before you say big things next time, I hope you can remember who you are now, Fan Lin! Hermione patted Fan Lin's head helplessly, and Harry shuddered involuntarily.

Never cared about it, or did he grow up and his concept changed?

No matter what, the damage is there naked.

Well, I think, we should first figure out the situation around us, Harry presided over, After all, it is still impossible to be sure whether we are really out of danger.

I think I need some people's time. Of course, I have some interesting discoveries, but I want to confirm the accurate information. Fan Lin said.

Okay! Harry nodded.

You really should take a break. Hermione said softly, and kissed Fan Lin on the forehead, I wish you a sweet dream.

Oh... well... I think we should take turns to watch outside the tent, Harry said in a long voice, stood up and stretched, and continued to Hermione, We also need to think about food, you wait here.

Harry's face turned green as Ron tried to get to his feet, and he added hastily.

The looking glass that Hermione gave Harry as a birthday present was carefully placed on the table in the tent, and Harry and Hermione took turns on duty for the rest of the day, but the looking glass was silent all day resting on the fulcrum.

Perhaps it was because Hermione had cast protective spells and Muggle-repelling spells around them, or was it because people rarely set foot on the road? Their little patch of woods was still, save for the occasional passing bird and squirrel.

The fall of night didn't make a difference either, and at ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand after exchanging shifts with Hermione, and then made his rounds in the abandoned grounds.

Looking up into the silent sky, he noticed the bats flying above him through a starry sky protected by them. He is now hungry and slightly dizzy.

Hermione didn't bring anything to eat in that magic bag, because she thought they'd be back at Grimmauld Place at night, so they had nothing to eat, except for the wild mushrooms Hermione picked up from the surrounding woods in The tea pot was stewed and eaten.

Ron pushed his portion away after two big gulps, looking nauseous.

Harry had to insist on eating in order not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

Perhaps Fan Lin was the luckiest one. He fell into a deep sleep as soon as he fell asleep. According to Hermione's explanation, this is the best way to recover when his mental strength is exhausted.

No one bothered him.

I hope he gets better soon. Harry thought silently.

Suddenly the surrounding silence was broken by an odd rustling sound, which sounded like the friction of tree branches. Harry thought it was more animal than human, but he clenched his wand and prepared, because digestion The lack of function of the mushrooms that had failed to stew had already made his stomach sick, and now it was even more uncomfortably twisted together.

Harry stared at the dark night sky, and for a moment, Harry felt as if he had returned to Hogwarts again.

At Hogwarts, Harry was truly exposed to the outside world.

There are no stars in the cupboard under the stairs.

but……

Harry hesitated a little. For no reason, he thought of Dumbledore again. The starry sky that night was also very bright, so bright that it made people feel cold...

Inexplicably, his scar began to sting again, and he was afraid it was because of these thoughts, so Harry tried to direct his thoughts elsewhere, and he thought of poor Kreacher, who was waiting for them to go home But looking forward to Alex.

So, will the elf stay silent? Or would he tell the Death Eaters everything he knew?

Harry preferred to believe that Kreacher had been on his side in the past and that it should be loyal to him now, but who knew what else would happen? What if Death Eaters tortured that elf? Some unpleasant images flooded Harry's mind, and he tried to put them aside, because there was nothing he could do for Kreacher now: he and Hermione had decided not to try to summon it, otherwise if the Ministry of Magic What should I do if someone follows me?

Having brought Alex to Grimmauld Place under Hermione's leadership, they couldn't expect the pixies' Apparitions to be free from the same flaws.

Harry's scar was burning right now, and he thought of too many things they didn't know: Van Lin's thoughts about magic were beyond his imagination, and Harry almost knew what many people in the Order of the Phoenix had experienced. I have never experienced it.

Like Dumbledore, Harry didn't think Dumbledore knew anything, but... why didn't Dumbledore explain more in the past? Does he think he has time? Think he could live for years, or centuries, like his friend Nicolas Flamel? If so, then he was wrong...Snape guaranteed it...Snape, the sleeping snake, made an assault on top of the tower...Dumbledore was falling...falling...

Give it to me, Gregorovich.

Harry's voice was sharp, clear and cold, his wand was held in front of him by a slender pale hand, and the man the wand was pointing at was hanging upside down in mid-air without restraining him, he was shaking, invisible Eerily bound in the air, his limbs clung to his body, his ghastly face on the same level as Harry's face flushed with blood, he has pure white hair and a bushy Clump-like beard: like a tied Santa Claus hanging in the air.

I don't, it's not with me anymore! It was... stolen from me many years ago!

Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, Gregorovitch, he knows...he knows everything! The pupils of the hung man dilated because of fear, and they seemed to dilate more and more until the black pupils Leigh is completely submerged...

Then Harry followed in the footsteps of chunky Grigor with the lantern down a dark corridor.

Grigorovich burst into the last room of the corridor. His lantern lit up what looked like a workshop. Sawdust and gold shimmered in the rippling light. A young man with yellow hair who looked like a huge bird. For a moment, the lights illuminated him, and Harry saw his handsome face was full of excitement. window.

Harry backed out of those dilated, tunnel-like pupils again, fear written all over Gregorovich's face.

Who stole it? Grigorovich. The sharp, grim voice sounded again. I don't know, I never knew, a young man... no... please... please!

A scream keeps echoing, then a flash of green light...

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