HP Magic Biography

Harry!

Harry flung his eyes open, panting, his forehead aching like it was on fire.

He had just passed out leaning against the side of the tent, and the canvas had tilted, and he found himself sliding to the ground.

Harry looked up at Hermione, whose bushy hair obscured the little patch of sky that could be seen through the thick branches above them.

But Hermione's gaze made him a little guilty,

I had a dream, Harry said, sitting up quickly, innocently trying to meet Hermione's angry eyes, I must have dozed off, sorry.

Don't change the subject, Harry! I know it's your scar! I can tell by your expression! You've invaded the volt...

Don't say that name! Ron's angry voice came from the tent.

Okay, Hermione replied impatiently, mysterious man's brain, okay?

I didn't want it to happen! said Harry. It was a dream! Can you control your dreams, Hermione?

If you learn Occlumency...

But Harry wasn't interested in her reproach, he wanted to talk about what he'd just seen.

He found Gregorovitch, Hermione, and I think he killed him, but before that, he hacked into Gregorovich's brain, and I saw...

I think we'd better switch shifts, if you're tired and need to sleep, said Hermione coldly.

I can continue to be on duty! Harry said with some dissatisfaction, but in Hermione's eyes, this was no different from sophistry.

No, obviously you are too tired, go and lie down with Fan Lin for a while. She stubbornly sat down at the entrance of the tent. Although Harry was angry, he didn't want to quarrel with her, so he bent over into the tent.

Ron's still pale face poked out from the lower bunk, while Fan Lin fell asleep in the next room, and even breathing could be heard.

Harry really wanted to tell Fan Lin what happened just now, about his dream, or something else, but now it seems that this has to be postponed to the next day.

Harry climbed into the top bunk and lay down, staring at the black canvas roof, and after a while, Ron said in a voice too low for Hermione, who was sitting huddled in the doorway, to say, What did You-Know-Who do? ?”

Harry squinted his eyes and tried to remember every detail, then whispered into the darkness, He found Gregorovitch, he tied him up, he tortured him.

Bound Gregorovich? How is he going to make him a new wand?

Don't know...strange, isn't it? Harry closed his eyes, recalling everything he'd seen and heard, and the more he recalled, the less sense it made... Voldemort didn't say anything about Harry's wand, about The same phoenix's tail feathers, about making Gregorovich create a new, more powerful wand to defeat Harry.

Maybe he wanted something else, but Gregorovich was a master wandmaker, looking for a wandmaker... I mean, a master wandmaker, Harry couldn't think of a second, other than the wand problem. a possibility.

What the hell does he want from Gregorovitch, said Harry, eyes still closed, and he told him to hand it over, but Gregorovitch said it had been stolen...and then... …Then……

He recalled him as Voldemort,

It seemed to have entered Gregorovich's eyes, invaded his memory...

Legilimency?

That was Harry's first thought, but Voldemort was clearly more destructive.

He saw Grigovich's memory, I saw a young man sitting on the windowsill, and then he threw a spell at Grigovich and jumped out of the window and escaped, he stole it, the mysterious man thought Something. I... I think I've seen him somewhere before...

Harry wished he'd had a second look at the laughing boy's face, and according to Gregorovich, it had been years. But why does this young thief look familiar?

The sounds from the surrounding woods could not be heard clearly in the tent, all Harry could hear was Fan Lin's careful breathing.

After a while, Ron whispered, Didn't you see what the thief was holding?

No, but...that thing must be small.

Harry? Ron lay back on the bed again, and the bed lever made a squeaky sound. Harry, don't you think the mysterious man wants that thing to turn it into a Horcrux?

I don't know, Harry said slowly, maybe, but wouldn't it be very dangerous for him to create another Horcrux? But, didn't Fan Lin say that he had split his soul to the limit?

Yeah...but maybe he doesn't know it himself, said Ron.

Yeah... maybe, said Harry.

He was sure Voldemort had found a solution to the wand core problem on the same phoenix, sure enough Voldemort had found a solution from the Elder Wand Merchant...but he killed him anyway, obviously without asking him about That problem with the wand.

What was Voldemort trying to find?

The Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world were under his control, so why did he spend so long trying to find something that Gregovich once owned but was stolen by an unknown thief?

Harry could still think of the face of the fair-haired young man, excited and uninhibited, with Fred and George after a successful prank. He jumped out of that high ledge like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where...

The merry thief was also in danger because of Gregorovich's death, Harry was thinking about his problem, he was lost in thought, and when Ron's snoring came from the lower bunk, he himself once again Slowly fall asleep.

The dream is still the same as usual.

Inexplicably, the scene Harry saw before kept repeating in his mind, like a movie, or a comic book.

Suddenly, Harry thought of Dumbledore again, the cracked skin, the faint blue light was exposed through the skin, as if he couldn't restrain the magic power.

What the hell did Dumbledore do?

Horcrux? or something else...

Early the next morning, after a long night of rest, Fan Lin had almost recovered, and the magic power of the Philosopher's Stone was slowly recovering Fan Lin's magic power through the connection.

This always gave Fan Lin an illusion, as if he was a product of alchemy.

Runes, spells, and the supply of the Philosopher's Stone, and even the body has been modified.

Maybe that's how the original wizards came here?

I have to admit that the powerful resilience of Phoenix's tears made Fan Lin alive again.

But when he touched his pocket, a cold ball greatly stimulated Fan Lin's senses, Mad-Eye Moody's magic eyes.

When Fang Fanlin took out the magic eye, the four of them fell silent in unison.

Mad-Eye Moody had no choice but to come back. His magic eye appeared at Umbridge's door, which shattered everyone's illusions about Moody.

After going out, Fan Lin found an ancient tree with the most branches in the forest, which looked quite resilient.

He buried Mad-Eye Moody's magic eye in its shade. He made a sign of the cross with his wand on the bark.

It wasn't very big, but Van Lin figured Mad-Eye would prefer that to being strapped to Umbridge's door.

The four then begin to mourn for Moody, but it doesn't last long, and they have more serious issues to deal with, such as Shun, where should they go next.

After soliciting everyone's advice, Harry, Van Lin, and Hermione agreed that it was best not to stay in one place for too long, and Ron also thought the same, but his only requirement was that the place to go should be the best place to go. Had the corned beef sandwich.

It must be admitted that what Ron said was very important, they could not live like primitive people.

So Van Lin and Hermione set about removing all the things the girl had conjured up with magic nearby, and Harry and Ron took care of all the magical marks and traces that could show that they had camped here.

Then, led by Hermione, they apparated together to the outskirts of a small town.

Once they got there, they pitched their tents in the shelter of the bushes and cast defensive spells around them. Harry ventures out under the cloak in search of food, but things often don't go as planned.

When he had just entered the town, an unnaturally cold wind hit him, the mist condensed, and the sky above him suddenly darkened, making him even colder.

You can summon a Patronus! Ron retorted, as Harry stepped back into the tent and freed a hand, out of breath, mouthing one word: Dementor.

I can't...summon... he gasped, gripping the edge of the tent, can't...summon...

Their expressions of astonishment and disappointment made Harry feel guilty. It was an unpleasant experience, seeing a dementor gliding precisely towards him from a distance, and the suffocating cold paralyzed his whole body, far away. His screams pounded his eardrums, making him unable to defend himself.

It took all of Harry's willpower to run, leaving the Dementor slithering blindly among the Muggles. Muggles can't see the dementors, but they can feel the desperation wherever they go.

So we still haven't found any food.

Shut up, Ron. Fan Lin frowned and interrupted him, Harry, what happened? Why do you think you can't summon the Patronus? Yesterday you were able to perfectly summon the Patronus!

I don't know. He sat quietly in one of old Perkin's old armchairs, feeling more humiliated than ever. He felt that there was something wrong in his mind. Yesterday seemed like a long time ago: today I am back to my thirteen-year-old self, the only one on the Hogwarts Express to face a Dementor meltdown. Ron broke a chair leg with a kick. What! he yelled at Hermione. I'm starving to death! All I've eaten since the last time I bled to death were a few mushrooms!

But you can walk across, right through the dementors.

As if stabbed, Harry said sharply. I would, but I still have a bandage on my arm, unless you haven't noticed.

That's easy to notice.

So that means...

certainly!

Okay, stop! Fan Lin said, Our quarrel is meaningless at all. In other words, dementors have surrounded this place?

Yes, that town, there are too many of them. Harry tapped his head, he didn't understand why he suddenly...

Perhaps Voldemort influenced you, Fan Lin said, Every time a connection is established, one party must be suppressed.

Empty your mind, Harry, try to give yourself some strength. Fan Lin said, in fact, he originally planned to do it, but the actual situation seems that a wizard who has not fully recovered will easily have some surprises Other problems, such as being unable to control the magic power at critical moments?

Okay, but let's go find food elsewhere. Hermione said, sneaking a glance at Harry. We can't always stay where the dementors are roaming around.

They ended up spending the night in a field on a remote farm, from where they got their eggs and bread. That's not stealing, is it? Hermione asked timidly as they gobbled up scrambled eggs and toast.

Should I put some money under the cooing chicken? said Ron, rolling his eyes, his cheeks bulging.

Oh, my Hermione, don't worry about so many things. Relax! Fan Lin said, This is just some kind assistance. If you don't mind, I think we can wait until everything is settled and come back to make up for them.

And...it's true...relaxing after their comforting meal is easy. On this night, too, the debate about the dementors was forgotten amid the laughter.

And there seems to be some hope for the future.

At least, it can be made clear that they need to find the remaining two Horcruxes, as well as props for destroying the Horcruxes.

The sword of Gryffindor disappeared. Fan Lin once tried to pull it out from the hat, but the truth was not as easy as he imagined.

Fox also lost contact. Little Phoenix seems to have found a distant residence, and Fan Lin can't sense it now.

However, Harry seemed very optimistic and full of hope. He was the first person on duty in the three rounds of night shifts. This is the first time they are aware of the fact that a full stomach is good, while an empty stomach represents arguments and sadness.

Harry wasn't surprised by this, as he had been nearly starved to death at the Dursleys' house for a while.

Hermione made it through those nights fairly well, and they didn't get any food in the hunt except berries and expired biscuits. Her temper may be a little better than usual, and she's often silent.

Fan Lin was the same as before, staring in a daze at the sheepskin scroll rubbed from Alex, but it was certain that before Hermione said anything, Fan Lin would definitely not be the first one to collapse.

However, Ron was used to three delicious meals a day provided by his kind mother or Hogwarts house-elves, and hunger made him irrational and irritable.

Where are we going next? Ron kept repeating this, looking like he had no idea, just hoped that Van Lin or Harry would come up with a plan, while he sat there thinking about the food shortage.

In the days that followed, their conversations became more and more repetitive, as they received no new information.

Naturally, the content of the conversation would not bypass the Horcrux, an important prop.

In addition to what Fan Lin knew, there was another unknown Horcrux that made Fan Lin feel a little troubled.

Maybe it was made before, maybe it was after.

However, the latter is more likely, but it will also become very troublesome.

Nagini was the first choice, but Fan Lin had already dealt with the big snake.

Things seemed to be at an impasse, and Fan Lin had no way to explain it to Harry.

Naturally, Fan Lin didn't mean to interrupt Hermione and Harry, and the two seemed very enthusiastic.

Like Dumbledore told them, they firmly believe that Voldemort will hide his Horcrux in a place that is very important to him.

They kept listing, tediously, over and over, the places they knew Voldemort had lived or visited.

Orphanage, where he was born and raised; Hogwarts, where he went to school; Burkin-Bock, where he worked after graduation; and then Albania, where he spent his exile. Several years: these formed the basis of their speculations.

Come on, let's go to Albania. It won't take an afternoon to search the whole country. Ron said sarcastically.

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