HP Magic Biography

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Are you Bathilda?

Harry's voice echoed in the silvery snowy night, like a hint, the loud shout always inadvertently amplified the emptiness of the surrounding environment.

The heavily dressed man nodded and waved again.

Remember what I said... Fan Lin raised his head to look at Harry, and then retracted into Hermione's arms like a real cat, I will protect you.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances under the cloak, then Harry raised an eyebrow and Hermione nodded nervously.

As if they had made up their minds, the two of them walked towards the woman.

Seeing this situation, Bathilda didn't speak, she immediately staggered back along the way she came, and led them through several houses and entered a gate.

They followed Bathilda along the path ahead, through a sprawling garden that resembled the ruins just now.

She stood in front of the door and groped for a while, took out the door key, opened the door, and stepped back to let them in.

Bathilda smelled bad, but maybe it was the house.

Harry wrinkled his nose as he passed her, and took off the cloak.

It wasn't until Harry stood next to her that he realized how small she was.

Hunchbacked with old age, Bathilda barely reached Harry's chest.

She closed the door behind her, her knuckles blue and her skin splotched like peeling paint, and squinted into Harry's face. The eyes, clouded by cataracts, were set deep in the almost transparent, wrinkled skin, and her entire face showed underlying veins and tawny age spots.

In fact, Harry doubted that she would recognize him at all; even if she could, it would be the bald Muggle Harry had disguised himself as.

So, how did she find out?

Harry's heart was beating wildly. Obviously, even as a wizard, there was no way to avoid the ailments of old age.

Even as powerful as Dumbledore,

Without using some extraordinary means, the wizard can only become weak like an ordinary person.

Maybe Bathilda is powerful?

Harry frowned, and quickly rejected his idea. He had come into contact with many powerful wizards, but none of them, like Bathilda, exuded a corrupt aura.

She is too old.

Harry took a small step back to block Hermione calmly, watching Bathilda's movements silently.

Bathilda did nothing but unbuttoned her moth-eaten shawl, revealing the thinning white-haired top of her head, and suddenly the smells of age, dust, dirty clothes, and spoiled food became It's getting more intense.

Bathilda? Harry asked again anxiously, the old man in front of him was like a corpse crawling out of a grave...the smell of death was everywhere.

Fan Lin didn't move, just squinted at Bathilda.

Harry's decision naturally has to be made up for by Harry, but Fan Lin has already killed Nagini, so who is the person in front of him?

With doubts, Fan Lin twisted his body, trying to find a comfortable position in Hermione's arms.

She nodded again, confirming Harry's question.

But the uneasiness didn't leave Harry's body.

Bathilda shuffled between them, pushed Hermione aside as if she hadn't seen her, and walked into what looked like a living room.

Harry, I'm not sure what's going on, Hermione said softly.

Look at her, if anything happens, I think we can beat her too, Harry said.

Let me tell you, she shouldn't be like this, Muriel said she was crazy... Hermione said worriedly, one arm retracted restlessly, which made Fan Lin feel like scratching. human impulse.

But immediately, Hermione realized that she was holding something else, and she let go apologetically, but the other hand reflexively wanted to hold her wand.

Come here! Bathilda yelled from the next room.

Hermione jumped up in fright and grabbed Harry's arm.

It's okay, Harry reassured her, glanced down at the white cat in Hermione's arms, and took a deep breath.

Harry led her into the lounge.

Bathilda staggered in the candlelit room, still dark and filthy. Thick dust crunched beneath their feet, and beneath the damp, musty smell Harry caught something worse, like rotting meat.

He wondered how long it had been since no one had visited Bathilda's house to see if she was still here.

And now Bathilda seems to have forgotten that she can also cast magic. Because she lit the candle clumsily with her hands, the cuffs could be accidentally lit at any time.

Let me do it, Harry said hesitantly, and he took the matches from her.

Bathilda watched as Harry lit the stumps of candles that lay in various trays across the room, which stood precariously on the edge of a table on top of piles of books and a table full of broken, moldy cups. .

As Harry was lighting the last candle, he saw that it was sitting on top of a curved box containing a number of photographs. When the candle flickered, its light flickered on the dusty glass and silver.

Harry saw the scenes in those pictures moving.

As Bathilda groped forward by the firelight, Harry whispered a word of whirlwind, and the dust on the pictures disappeared instantly, and he saw that six of the pictures in the largest and most ornate frames were gone, no To know if Bathilda or someone else took them.

But the bottom one of the pile of photos caught Harry's eyes, and he picked it up to look at it: it was the blond-haired, cheerful thief who had been sitting on Gregorovich's window sill. Looking at Harry lazily in the frame of the man, Harry immediately remembered seeing the boy before - in the photo clipped in Rita's book The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore!

He was the young man with Dumbledore's arm!

Mrs. Bagshot ... Miss ...? said Harry, his voice trembling slightly. Who is this?

Bathilda was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light the torch for her.

Miss Bagshot? Harry called again, and he walked over to Bathilda with the photo in hand, the fire in the fireplace was burning, and Bathilda looked up at his voice, feeling an inexplicable emotion There was an even more violent pounding on Harry's chest.

Who is this guy? Harry asked her, holding up the photo.

She stared solemnly at the photograph, then at Harry.

Do you know who this man is? Harry repeated in a slower and louder voice than usual. This is the man. Do you know who he is? What's his name?

Bathilda looked dazed, much to Harry's dismay.

How did Rita Skeeter unlock Bathilda's memory?

Who is this man? Harry called out impatiently.

Harry, what are you doing? Hermione asked.

Hermione, this picture is of the thief who stole Gregorovitch's belongings! Please, he said to Bathilda, who the hell is he?

But Bathilda just stared at him.

Why did you ask us to come here with you, Mrs. Bagshot... Miss? Hermione asked, raising her voice. Is there anything you want to tell us?

But Bathilda didn't seem to hear Hermione at all. She shuffled towards Harry, then turned her head sharply back down the hall.

You want us to leave? Harry asked uncertainly.

Bathilda repeated the motion again, but this time pointing first at Harry, then at herself, and finally at the ceiling.

Well... Hermione, Van... I mean, I think she wants us to go upstairs with her.

Okay, Hermione replied, let's go.

But no sooner had Hermione moved than Bathilda shook her head violently, pointing at Harry again, then at herself.

You want me to go with you alone. Harry's expression changed slightly.

Why? Hermione asked immediately, her voice sharp and clear in the candlelit room, and Bathilda shook her head slightly.

Maybe Dumbledore asked her to give me the sword, and only to me? Harry said uncertainly, looking at Fan Lin involuntarily.

At this moment, Fan Lin was also fully awake, jumped from Hermione's arms to Harry's shoulder, and then rubbed against Harry's face.

Follow him! Fan Lin's voice came to Harry's mind.

You think she really knows who you are?

Yes, Harry said without hesitation, meeting Bathilda's cloudy eyes.

Fine, but hurry up, Harry.

Lead the way, Harry said to Bathilda.

Bathilda seemed to understand, because she tremblingly led Harry towards the door, and at the same time, she didn't care if there was something else on Harry's shoulder.

It made Harry feel weird, but he smiled back at Hermione, reassuring her, but he didn't know if she saw it.

Hermione stood with her arms folded in the candlelit, dirty room, looking at the bookcase.

Harry walked out of the room, pocketing the silver-framed photograph of the thief before Hermione or Bathilda noticed.

She couldn't see me, or didn't notice me at all... Fan Lin communicated with Harry silently.

But……

I don't know what's going on, but you have to be careful. Fan Lin sat on Harry's shoulder, staring at the hunched figure with his small head and constantly moving along with it.

The narrow stairs had a steep slope, and Harry's hand half-stretched forward to prevent Bathilda from falling over him did seem likely.

Panting, she walked slowly upstairs, turned left, and led Harry into a room with a low ceiling.

The room was dark and smelled terrible.

Harry saw a chamber pot protruding from under the bed when Bathilda closed the door and they were plunged into darkness.

Lumos, Harry said, and the moment his wand glowed, Harry was startled by Bathilda in front of him, and in those few seconds of darkness, Bathilda walked beside him, and Harry Leigh didn't hear her coming.

Are you Potter? she asked in a low voice.

Yes, I am. Harry hesitated, then said,

Bathilda's voice was extremely hoarse, it didn't sound like a human being at all, as if something had learned to speak, maybe Bathilda hadn't spoken for a long time, Harry smelled a stench The taste, mixed with the smell of corruption...

But Bathilda didn't care, and nodded slowly, looking very solemn.

Harry felt his nerves beating constantly, as if keeping up with the accelerating heartbeat at the moment, which was definitely not a pleasant thing.

Do you have anything for me? Harry tried to ask, but she seemed distracted by Harry's glowing wand.

Do you have anything for me? Harry asked again. Bathilda closed her eyes, and at that moment several things happened simultaneously: Harry's scar felt like a pinprick; Like Voldemort making the connection, the dark, smelly room suddenly disappeared from sight.

Feeling intense excitement, Harry said in a high-pitched, grim voice: Get him!

Harry staggered and stood there, the dark and smelly room appeared beside him again, he didn't know what happened just now.

Do you have anything for me? Harry asked a third time, his voice much higher.

But what Harry didn't notice was that Fan Lin had already jumped onto the side cabinet, staring coldly at everything that happened in front of him.

In fact, Fan Lin's vision was a little blurry just now, and a strong mental disturbance was spreading from Harry and Bathilda's bodies.

Fan Lin is very familiar with the master of that will, but he is not here for sure.

It's over there, Bathilda ignored Fan Lin, as if she couldn't see him, she whispered to Harry, pointing to the corner.

Raising his wand, Harry saw a table cluttered with clothes beneath the curtained window.

She didn't take him there this time.

Harry, wand raised, walked sideways between Bathilda and the bed. He didn't want Bathilda out of his sight.

Where is it? Harry seemed to trust Bathilda completely at the moment, and he asked trying to feel the table, which was piled up with what looked like dirty laundry.

There, she said, pointing to the mess.

Just when Harry was about to turn his head and find a ruby-studded sword in the pile of rubbish, Harry saw Bathilda change strangely from the corner of his eyes, and he turned around in panic, fear It almost paralyzed him: he saw the old body lying on the ground, and an unknown black figure was gradually breaking free from Bathilda's body.

Don't move, Harry! Fan Lin's voice suddenly rang out, Wait a minute, something is wrong!

It was definitely Voldemort who controlled Harry just now, otherwise Harry would not have opened the empty door under his repeated reminders.

However, the change in Bathilda...

From the moment he entered the door, Fan Lin could be sure that the person in front of him was already a corpse.

But the question is, after Nagini's death, what will Voldemort replace Bathilda with?

As an author of the history of magic, and as we all know, he is still close to Dumbledore, and even has contact with and is familiar with the Deathly Hallows. No matter from that perspective, it is impossible for Bathilda not to be approached by Voldemort. .

However, there is always a little fluke, they try to be one step faster than Voldemort.

This is Harry's choice, and Fan Lin must respect it, but the changes in Bathilda now make Fan Lin a little uncertain, this dark thing looks like Bathilda's soul, but, very weird...

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