HP Magic Biography

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

This couldn't help but make the other three feel uncomfortable. Since Ron separated, it seems to have changed his personality.

But maybe that's just the way it is, or maybe in third year, they were too focused on what Voldemort wanted to do, and ignored the friends around them.

There's no way there are Horcruxes there. Fan Lin put away the scroll.

Why?

Most of the Horcruxes were made before, and in Albania, Voldemort only has soul fragments left, and even survival needs to be possessed by a snake. Do you think Voldemort...

Didn't I tell you not to call him by his name? Ron suddenly called, interrupting the three of them from thinking.

Oh, well... Fan Lin suppressed his anger, But no matter what, you can't control my thoughts, maybe you can choose not to listen...

Fan Lin... Hermione tugged at Fan Lin's clothes, and naturally, Fan Lin didn't say much.

Ron was also sulking with a livid face.

Let's talk about Voldemort first... I mean, the Horcrux of the mysterious man. Harry glanced at Ron and said with some embarrassment.

Oh, all right. Fan Lin nodded, It is certain that there will be no Horcruxes in Albania, and I have already killed the snake possessed by Voldemort. The sexiest one.

You mean, Nagini? Harry remembered the snake he had once possessed on Nagini.

So, Albania can be crossed out. Hermione said, crossing Albania out of her notebook.

So, the next one is Borgin-Bock Magic Store, that's where he used to be.

I don't think he's going to hide anything in Borgin-Bock, said Harry, who had said it many times, but repeated it just to break the awkward silence, Borgin and Bock are black magic Experts in objects, they will recognize this Horcrux immediately.

Having said that, Ron obviously yawned. Resisting the urge to throw something at him, Harry continued, I reckon he's hiding something at Hogwarts.

Hermione sighed.

But Dumbledore will find out, Harry! Harry repeated his point and looked for reasons in his favor.

Dumbledore said in front of me that he was never sure he knew all the secrets of Hogwarts. I'll tell you, if there's even a place for Voldy...

oh!

You-Know-Who! Then! Harry roared, forcing himself to endure, If there's one place that's really important to Voldemort, it's Hogwarts!

Oh, forget it, said Ron mockingly, his school?

Yes, his school! It was his first real home, and it meant a lot to him; it meant everything to him, even after he left...

We're talking about You-Know-Who, right? Not you? Ron asked.

Harry tried not to look at Ron,

Because Harry was afraid that if he couldn't help it, he would rush out and fight Ron.

There is also Ravenclaw's diadem, which Fan Lin found and destroyed in Hogwarts. Maybe there are other Horcruxes in Hogwarts. After all, Hogwarts is very big, isn't it, there are many Even Dumbledore can't help it...

I can tell you seriously, Harry, that Ravenclaw's diadem was made when Voldemort was still at school.

And, you told us You-Know-Who asked Dumbledore to give him a job after he graduated, Hermione interjected.

Yes. Harry replied.

And Dumbledore thinks he's just trying to come back and try to find something, maybe one of the other founders of the house, to make a Horcrux?

Yes. Harry replied.

But he didn't get that job, said Hermione, so there's no way he'd have the chance to go find the founder's stuff in there and hide it in the school!

And, for sure, we should focus on the founder's relic, but it's not in Hogwarts, is it? Fan Lin said.

All right, then. Harry was persuaded. Forget about Hogwarts.

There are no other leads. They had no choice but to come to London, hide under the cloak of invisibility, and look for the orphanage where Voldemort grew up. Hermione sneaked into a library and discovered from their records that the place had been rebuilt many years ago. They came to its location and found the tower building that is now a government office.

Can we try digging a foundation? Hermione joked.

He couldn't have hidden the Horcrux here, Harry said firmly.

He knew it all along. The orphanage had been a place where Old Demon had tried his best to get rid of, and it was impossible for him to hide a part of his soul here. Dumbledore had shown Harry the magnificence and mystery of where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes.

This dark gray corner of London is the most out-of-the-ordinary place imaginable, especially with buildings like Hogwarts or Gringotts... wizard's banks... with gilded doors and marble floors compare things.

Still without any new ideas, they continued on their way through the countryside. Each night they pitched their tent in a different place for safety, and each morning they made sure to remove all traces of their presence before setting off to find another secluded spot.

Apparated to many forests, narrow mountain streams, purple moors, gorse-covered mountains, and protected coves with many pebbles.

Compared with the anxiety of curry rice, Fan Lin's mentality became more and more peaceful.

The map of the magic circle obtained from Alex seems to have some clues for Fanlin. Ironically, Fanlin tried his best to speculate on other meanings of Voldemort. Indeed, this is just a resurrection magic.

But differently, Voldemort is not resurrecting the present, he is going to break the rules of time, dragging out of time the god of death who was still intact and powerful in the past.

Fan Lin felt that he had probably figured out what conditions were needed, but the problem was that only the Time Converter could do it in the Ministry of Magic, but it is not realistic to use it to reverse the time of thousands of years, is it?

Thinking of this, Fan Lin felt a little relieved. Just like them, he discovered through constant attempts that he was doing useless work in the end.

...

What's the matter? What did you see? Fan Lin raised his head, looked at Harry with a troubled face and asked, Did you...

A face, Harry muttered under his breath. The same face. The thief who stole from Gregorovich.

Whenever this happened, Ron would turn his face away, making no secret of his disappointment. Harry knew that Ron wanted news about his family or about other members of the Order, but, after all, Harry was not a TV antenna, and he could only know what Voldemort was thinking at the time, not choose what he wanted. what you know.

Apparently, Voldemort was constantly thinking about the cheerful but unknown teenager, including their names and whereabouts.

Harry was sure that Voldemort didn't know much more than he did.

As Harry's scar continued to burn, the happy blond boy flickered in and out of his mind. He had to try to hide any expressions of discomfort or pain, as the others showed nothing but impatience when he mentioned the thief.

Ron and Hermione didn't take it seriously at all, and through the Elder Wand, Fan Lin probably guessed who Harry was talking about.

Grindelwald?

The previous owner of the Elder Wand before Dumbledore.

Voldemort would eventually find the Elder Wand, and Van Lin never doubted that, but how long it would take is unknown.

Fan Lin has been trying to get in touch with Fox because he wants to meet Dumbledore, but the problem is that Fox has no response at all now. As for Dumbledore's location, Fan Lin can't find it at all now. It was hidden by magic.

As for Harry, the long search finally made Harry fall into endless confusion.

Frustrated, Harry tried to think of Horcrux locations on a wider scale, but the only place that popped up in his mind was Hogwarts.

However, Fan Lin didn't think about it at all. Ravenclaw's crown had already been destroyed, so he didn't put forward his opinion.

Autumn swept the village they passed by with fallen leaves. So the tents they pitched had fallen leaves for cover.

The mist of nature seems to have joined the ranks of the dementors' thick fog, and the wind and rain have also come to their troubles. The fact that Hermione was better at identifying edible fungi didn't make up for the sense of isolation, of being out of the group, of knowing nothing about their battle against Voldemort.

My mother, said Ron one evening, as they sat in their tent on the banks of the Welsh River, could conjure delicious food out of thin air.

He became even more irritable when he saw the many charred fish in his plate.

Fan Lin glanced at Ron's face impatiently, a desperate environment will always change people's temperament, won't it?

Your mother couldn't conjure food out of the air, said Hermione incredulously. No one else could. Food is the first of five major exceptions to the Law of the Ocean...

Oh, keep it simple, can't you? said Ron, chewing the fish between his teeth.

It's impossible to conjure food out of thin air! You can summon it from a place you know in advance, you can change it, and if you already have some, you can increase its quantity...

Well, I don't want to increase the number of things like this anyway, it's disgusting, said Ron.

The fish Harry caught, I did my best! I noticed that I was always the one who picked the food when it was almost finished! Hermione said a little grumpily, and then put down the plate in her hand ...

Stop talking... Fan Lin looked at Ron coldly, You can cook tomorrow, Ron, you can find some food and try to use magic to turn them into edible things, and we will sit Put a long face in there and complain, and then you'll know you...

Before he finished speaking, Fan Lin looked outside vigilantly as if someone had strangled his neck.

Of course, I think I...

Shut up, Ron! Harry added, and stood up.

Fan Lin also got up, glanced at Harry, and then the two nodded, and rushed out, the black river rolled behind them, suddenly, Fan Lin heard that voice again.

He looked around in the light of his wand. Nothing is moving.

You have cast the earplug spell here, haven't you? Fan Lin asked Hermione in a low voice.

I've done everything I can, she replied in a low voice. Silence Charms, Muggle Repelling Charms, and Daydream Charms. There's a lot of them. There's no way they'll hear or see us, whether they're who.

The sound of heavy footsteps, and the sound of falling stones and branches, told them unmistakably that some people were climbing down the cliff, to the wooded slope, to the narrow bank where they camped.

They drew their wands and waited. The magic they cast here would protect them from the attention of Muggles and wizards alike, especially in the darkness. If they were Death Eaters, their defensive magic was about to be tested by the Dark Arts for the first time.

The sound grew louder, but did not become clearer, as if a group of people had come to the bank of the river.

Fan Lin reckoned they were less than twenty feet away, but the sound of the waterfall made him unsure. Hermione took out the beaded bag and started rummaging for something. After a while she found some stretch ears and gave them one each. They hurriedly stuffed one end of the flesh-colored string into the ear and threw the other end out. The outlet of the tent.

A few seconds later, Fan Lin heard a tired male voice. There should be some salmon here, or, you think it's too early for the season? Salmon come!

A few clear splashes of water followed by the swift struggle of fish. Someone grunted admiration.

Fan Lin pushed the retractable ear deeper into the ear: besides the river, he could make out many voices, but they didn't speak English or any human language he had ever heard. It was a harsh, raspy language, a rattling sound from the throat. And it sounded like two people were talking, one of them sounded deeper and slower.

The flames burned more and more vigorously on the other side of the tent, and a huge figure swayed in the firelight passing through the tent. The tempting aroma of grilled fish kept drifting in their direction. Then there was the clink of cutlery and plates, and the first man spoke again.

Here you are, Griphook, Dirk.

Fairy! Hermione mouthed to Fan Lin, and Fan Lin nodded, confirming Hermione's thoughts.

Thank you. The goblins said together in English.

So, how long have you three been running away? It was a round and pleasant new voice that asked, and Fan Lin felt vaguely familiar, and he imagined a round face with a smile on it.

Six weeks...seven weeks...I forgot. The man said in a tired voice, I just met Griphook a few days ago, and soon joined Dirk's team. I am very happy to form an alliance with you.

He paused for a moment, scraping the knife over the glass, then lifted the glass from the floor and put it back.

Then why did you leave, Ted, the man continued.

I know they're coming to attack me soon, Tad said in a smooth voice, and Harry immediately realized who it was: Tonks' father.

Heard the Death Eaters were in the area last week, and I decided I'd better get away. I refused to register as a Muggle-born. So you see, I knew that sooner or later, I'd have to leave eventually. My The wife's going to be fine, she's pure-blooded, and I saw Dean there, um, a few days ago, huh?

Yes, said another voice. Fan Lin, Hermione, Harry, and Ron looked at each other, all silent but very excited. They were sure that they recognized the voice of Dean Thomas. Ranffindor's classmate.

Muggle-born, eh? said the first man.

Not sure, said Dean, my father abandoned my mother when I was a child. I don't have any evidence that he was a wizard. There was a silence, save for the chewing. Then Ted started talking again.

I must say, Dirk, I was surprised to meet you. Glad, but surprised. Rumor has it that you've been caught.

I was caught, Dirk said. I escaped on the way to Azkaban. Someone knocked Dawlish out, and I grabbed his broom. It was easier than you think , I don't think he was conscious at the time. He may have been under the Imperius Curse. If so, I'd shake hands with the wizards who cast that spell on him, because they saved my life.

There was another silence, save for the crackling of the flames and the rushing of the river. Then Ted said, Which side are you two on? I, uh, always thought the goblin was on You-Know-Who's side, basically.

You are wrong, said the high-voiced goblin. We take no side. This is wizards' war.

Where are you going to hide next? I want to be cautious, said the deep-voiced goblin. I refuse what I consider to be a reckless request. I know full well that I am in danger.

What did they ask you to do? Ted asked.

Such demands are an insult to the dignity of our race, replied the goblin, and when he said this, his voice became rougher and less human. I am not a house-elf.

What about you, Griphook?

For the same reason, said the high-voiced goblin, Gringotts is no longer under my control. I don't approve of those wizard administrators. It then mumbled something incomprehensible, and Dirk laughed stand up.

Anything funny? Dean asked.

Haha, said Dirk, there's some stuff in there that even wizards don't know.

There was a short silence.

I don't understand... Dean said.

I took a little revenge before I left, Griphook said in English.

Good guy... good goblin, I mean. Ted hastily corrected. I guess you locked the Death Eaters in some tall hidden cave, didn't you?

If I had done that, the sword would not have helped him escape, replied Griphook. Dirk laughed again, and even Dirk chuckled.

Dean and I still don't quite get it, Ted said.

So was Severus Snape, though he didn't know what it was, said Griphook, and the two sprites laughed maliciously together.

In the tent, Harry was almost suffocated with excitement. He and Fan Lin glanced at each other, trying to hear those voices clearly.

You didn't hear about that, Ted? Dirk asked. About the students who tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor from Snape's office at Hogwarts?

It was as if a shock of electricity had flowed through Harry's body, tingling his nerves and rooting him to where he was.

Didn't hear a word of it, Thad said. The Daily Prophet didn't report it, did it?

Not at all, Dirk chuckled. Griphook told me. He heard about it from Bill Weasley who worked in the bank. One of the students who wanted to get the sword was Bill's sister.

A few people glanced there, and it was obvious that Harry and Ron were both holding on to the retractable ears tightly, as if they were their lifelines.

She and two other friends went into Snape's office and smashed the glass case in which the sword was apparently kept. Snape caught them as they tried to smuggle the sword down the stairs.

Oh, God bless them, said Tad, what did they think they could use this sword to defeat You-Know-Who? Or Snape himself?

No matter what they want to do with the sword, Snape doesn't think it's safe to put it there anymore, said Dirk. After a few days, he may have received orders from You-Know-Who Guess he sent it to Gulling, London for storage.

The goblins laughed again.

I don't know what's so funny about it, Ted said.

That's fake, said Griphook in a harsh voice. The sword of Gryffindor!

Oh, yes. That's just a replica—a wonderful replica, to be sure...but it was made by wizards. The original sword was made by goblins centuries ago, and it must have been made by goblins. Certain properties of the armor. Wherever the real Gryffindor sword is, it's certainly not in Gringotts Bank.

I see, Thad said. I don't think you told the Death Eaters about it?

I don't see any reason why they should be bothered with this, said Griphook smugly.

Now Ted and Dean laughed with Dirk and Dirk. In the tent, Harry closed his eyes, hoping that someone would ask the questions Harry needed to know the answers to.

After a long minute, Dean spoke, and he was (Harry shuddered at the thought) Ginny's former boyfriend.

What about Ginny and the others? The ones who wanted the sword.

Oh, they were cruelly punished. Griphook said casually.

So, are they okay now? Ted asked quickly, I mean, the Weasleys can't afford to have another kid hurt, can they?

They were not seriously injured, as far as I know, Griphook said.

Lucky for them, Ted said. From Snape's track record, we should be glad they're alive.

You believe that story, don't you, Ted? Dirk asked. You believe that Snape killed Dumbledore?

Of course I do, Thad said. You're not going to sit there and tell me what you think Potter did?

It's hard to know what to believe these days, Dirk muttered.

I know Harry Potter, Dean said. I'm sure he's real... the Savior, or something.

Yes, there's a lot of people who believe he is, boy, Dirk said, including me. But where is he now? He's run away with so much going on. You think he knows a lot that we don't, or has What special mission, he is still fighting outside, resisting, not hiding. And you also know that the Daily Prophet has been sparing no effort to oppose him...

The Daily Prophet? Thad mocked. If you still read that paper you deserve to be lied to, Dirk. If you want the facts, read The Quibbler.

As soon as the words fell, a burst of breathless vomiting sounded, getting louder and louder. De Keqiang swallowed a piece of fish bone. Finally he spattered: The Quibbler? That old lunatic Xenonferius Lovegood's rag magazine?

Magazines aren't so queer these days, Ted said, you need to see that Xenon Ferius has all the facts that the Daily Prophet deliberately doesn't publish. No more talking to those crooked snores now. The beast is entangled. For a long time they wanted to work with him, I don't know. But, Xenon Ferius said on the front page of every issue, those wizards who fight Voldemort should help Harry Potter first .”

It's hard to help a boy who disappears from the world, Dirk said.

Look, the fact that they haven't caught him yet is an achievement in itself, Ted said. I'm glad he doesn't have any news now, and besides, that's what we're doing, hiding in a safe place, isn't it? ?”

Yes, you're on point, said Dirk heavily. I'd rather see him arrested now, when the whole Ministry of Magic and all their followers are looking for him. It's possible, though. They've caught him and killed him without revealing it, haven't they?

Oh, don't say that, Dirk, Thad muttered.

There was a long silence, save for the clicking of knives and forks. When they spoke again, they discussed whether they should sleep on the bank or retreat to the wooded slope.

When they felt that the trees would shelter them better, they put out the fire and climbed back up the slope, their voices dying away.

Several people rolled up their retractable ears.

Harry found it difficult to be silent after overhearing the words, he couldn't even add a word: Ginny...the sword...

I see! said Hermione. She rummaged in her beaded bag, this time reaching as far as her armpits.

Here... we... are... She squeezed out a few words between her teeth, obviously she was trying to pull out something deep in the bag. Gradually, a richly decorated picture frame was revealed.

Fan Lin hurried to help her. As they held up the empty portrait of Phineas, Hermione kept pointing her wand at the portrait, ready to cast a spell at any moment.

If someone had stolen that sword in Dumbledore's office, she gasped, as they leaned the portrait against the side of the tent, Phineas Nigel would have seen it, His portrait hangs next to that place.

Unless he's sleeping, said Harry.

No, no, no, you don't need to sleep after hanging these pictures. Fan Lin said, staring closely at the portrait of Phineas.

Snape wouldn't really kill Ginny, but what Snape did to George was obviously not reassuring.

Harry, still waiting with bated breath as Hermione knelt before the empty canvas, became so anxious that Harry really wanted Ginny to do nothing if possible.

What the hell had Snape done to Ginny?

Hermione pointed her wand at the center of Chinatown, cleared her throat, and said, Uh... Phineas? Phineas Nigel?

Nothing appears.

Phineas Nigel? Hermione repeated. Professor Black? Can we speak to you, please? Please!

The word 'please' is always useful, said a disingenuous voice as Phineas Nigel slid into his portrait.

This caught Hermione a little off guard.

The next second, a black blindfold fell over Phineas Nigel's sly, black eyes, causing him to bump against the frame and scream in pain.

What...how dare you...what are you going to do...?

I'm sorry, Professor Black, said Hermione, but it's a necessary defensive measure!

Take this filthy attachment off right now! Take it off, I say! You're destroying a work of art! Where am I? What happened?

You don't need to know where you are, Fan Lin said lightly, and then Phineas Nigel seemed to be frozen suddenly, no longer trying to peel off his dark blindfold.

Could it be that the source of this voice is the miss Mr. Al?

If you really think so. Fan Lin said, looking at Harry.

We have a few questions we'd like to ask you... about the Gryffindor sword.

This is it, Mr. Potter?

Yes, as you wish.

Phineas came with great interest.

Uh, said Phineas Nigel, turning his head trying to see Harry, yes, the most ignorant thing that stupid girl did out there...

Stop talking about my sister. Ron said rudely, very dissatisfied with Phineas' words.

But Phineas Nigel raised his eyebrows arrogantly.

Who else is here? he asked, turning his head from side to side. Your voice annoys me! That girl and her friends are the most idiotic idiots. Trying to steal from the principal.

They didn't steal, said Harry. The sword never belonged to Snape.

It belongs to Principal Snape's school, Phineas said bluntly. Why does that Weasley girl get it? She deserves to be punished, as well as the idiot Longbottom and that crazy girl!

Neville's not an idiot, and Luna's not crazy! said Hermione.

Where am I? Phineas Nigel repeated, wrestling with his blindfold again. Where did you take me? Why did you remove my portrait from my ancestral home?

Leave that alone! How did Snape punish Ginny, Neville and Luna? Harry asked eagerly.

Professor Snape sent them into the Forbidden Forest to do something for that stupid big Hagrid.

Hagrid's not a big fool! said Hermione sharply.

Snape may think that's punishment, said Harry, but Ginny, Neville and Luna will be happy with Hagrid. The Forbidden Forest . . . they've faced much worse than the Forbidden Forest. Things are going well! He felt relieved, he kept thinking about the horror, at least the Cruciatus Curse.

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