HP Magic Biography

Harry... Hermione called softly, but Harry didn't respond, he just shook his head.

Now, something called faith had collapsed inside him; it was the same way he had felt since Ron had left.

Harry once firmly believed in Dumbledore, believing that he was the embodiment of kindness and wisdom.

But now, everything is gone... Can he afford to lose more? Ron, Dumbledore, Phoenix wand...

Harry. Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking. Listen to me. This... this is not a very good book...

Yes, of course you can say that... Harry said stiffly, his tone was cold and outrageous.

...but don't forget, Harry, this was written by Rita Skeeter.

You've read the letter to Grindelwald, haven't you? Harry didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

Yes, I... I read it. Hermione hesitated, looking disturbed, clutching her teacup with cold hands. I guess that's just the worst part of it sounding. I think Bathilda thought it was just talk, but 'for the great good' became Grindelwald's mantra and justified his atrocious crimes later on. And... from this point of view... it does seem to be inspired by Dumbledore's words. The 'for the great good' they said is even engraved on the entrance of Nurmond.

What is Nurmund?

It's the prison Grindelwald built to keep his opponents. He died there himself, when Dumbledore caught him. Anyway, it's... it's a terrible idea, Deng Bliddow's idea helped Grindelwald achieve his goal. But on the other hand, even Rita couldn't lie and say that they just knew each other that summer, after all, they were young and...

I knew you'd say that, said Harry. He didn't want to lose his temper with her, but it was hard for him to sound nonchalant right now.

I know you'll say 'they were young'. They were the same age as we are now. Look at us now, risking our lives against the forces of darkness, but look at him, with his new friends, plotting to establish their dominion over the Muggles.

At this point, Harry couldn't hold back his emotions anymore: he stood up and walked back and forth, trying to vent some anger.

I'm not trying to defend the Dumbledore stuff, said Hermione. All 'laws of right' are a pretense,

It is the reappearance of magic is power. But Harry, his mother just died, and he's alone in his room with this...

Alone? He's not alone! He has a younger brother and a younger sister, and he locked up his Squib sister...

But Fan Lin said, Arianna is not a squib, and you know that...

Oh, so, why didn't Ariana show up at Hogwarts? Harry said without thinking, Like you, Hermione... they can even find you in Muggle families... very I'm sorry, I didn't target you, Hermione...you are great, you are excellent, among the female wizards I know, no one can surpass you...

You don't have to apologize to me...

I'm not apologizing, Hermione, Harry said gruffly, I'm just stating a fact...

Maybe...I mean, I believe Fan Lin...

I believe him too, but the reality is, that's Dumbledore's past! Harry roared a little madly.

But, I don't believe it, Harry! Hermione stood up too, and argued, No matter what they say about that girl, I don't believe she's a Squib, the Dumbledore we know never, never allow……

Don't we also think that the Dumbledore we know would never try to conquer Muggles by force! Harry roared, his echo echoed in the open mountains, startling many montane birds in the misty night sky Tweets circled.

However, people are going to be Harry...he's better, he's better! That's obvious! Maybe he did get addicted to it when he was seventeen, but the energy he spent his whole life after wasted Fighting against the Dark Arts. It was Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald, it was he who has been committed to protecting Muggles and maintaining the rights of Muggle-born wizards, it was he who fought against You-Know-Who from the beginning, and it was he who finally fought for Sacrifice for defeating the mysterious man! No matter what, you should not deny what he did later, maybe it was just a mistake he made when he was young...

There was Rita's book between them, and the illustration of Albus Dumbledore smiling at them forlornly.

Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you about his past. Hermione took a slight breath, trying to calm herself down.

Maybe! broke out Harry, throwing his arms up violently, as if to hold his boundless rage aloft or to shield himself from the weight of his fantasies, see how he talks to me. Say it, Hermione: Take a risk, Harry, do it again, do it again, do it again! Don't expect me to explain anything to you, just do your best. Trust me, trust me, I know what I'm doing, You have to trust me even if I don't trust you! Never try to know the truth! Never wonder!!

Harry's voice had become hoarse amidst the hysterical shouting. Looking at Hermione, who was as pale as himself, Harry suddenly felt that they were so small in this vast world.

But...he loves you, whispered Hermione, he really does.

Harry's arms dropped limply. I really don't know who Dumbledore ever cared about, Hermione, but that person can't be me. It's not love, it's just a mess he left me, and he'd rather share his heart with him. Gellert Grindelwald is not willing to share... That's not me, Hermione, Fan Lin may know more than I do, but, as far as it looks now, there is nothing left but what is known, right? ? If Fan Lin also knew, we wouldn’t be hiding in this camp like a tortoise. We have to be on guard against the raids of the Ministry of Magic and Death Eaters every day. We can’t even contact Sirius and the others...

Harry picked up Van Lin's wand that he had just thrown into the snow, and sat down at the entrance of the tent again.

Thank you for the tea. I've finished reading the book. You should go back and warm yourself up. Fan Lin is seriously injured. Now he needs more care, doesn't he? Compared to this... Harry pointed to the book and read it again Look at the wand in your hand.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his fingers turned blue from the force... Harry felt his body trembling, and the hot tea Hermione gave him had cooled down early.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but really didn't know what to say, but the worry about Fan Lin still prompted the girl to stand up quickly, she picked up the book and went back into the tent from Harry's side. Before leaving, she gently combed Harry's hair with her hands.

Harry closed his eyes, feeling Hermione's touch: how he wished Hermione was right, that Dumbledore really cared about him...but just because of this thought, he hated himself even more.

In the middle of the night, when Hermione replaced Harry on guard, Fan Lin still didn't seem to be awake. The only thing that made Hermione feel relieved was that Fan Lin's high fever subsided a little, and those potions really worked.

This situation relieved Hermione's original anxiety to a certain extent, and Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. This seemed to be a good sign, but it can be confirmed that Harry still refused to discuss Dumbledore, Grindel Talk about Waugh and Ariana.

It's snowing outside, which makes the surroundings less open and cold, and the weather with snow is always much better than the days when the ice and snow melt.

Still, he was confused and annoyed by the dreams Harry had: Nagini snaking around them, climbing through wreaths of Christmas roses.

Harry woke up in panic again and again, feeling someone calling him from afar, imagining that the wind whipping the tent all around was someone's footsteps or voice.

Finally, Harry got up in the dark and walked over to Hermione, who was curled up at the entrance of the tent, reading a book called A History of Magic by the light of her wand.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Hermione agreed with Harry's advice, deciding to pack up early and move on.

We're going to find a safer place, she said, shivering and adding a sweatshirt over her pajamas. I always felt that I could hear people walking outside, even once or twice, I seemed to see someone outside, Fan Lin's current condition is very unstable, but we have no way to contact Madam Pomfrey, St. Neither can Ge Hospital, I really should have prepared earlier.

Harry paused for a moment in putting his coat on, staring into the soundless silence, the looking glass resting motionless on the table.

Of course, about the people out there...I'm sure that's just figment of my imagination, said Hermione, looking a little nervous, the snow and the night playing tricks on your eyes...but, just in case, maybe we Should Apparate under an invisibility cloak?

Half an hour later, after packing up the tent, Harry carried the tightly wrapped Van Lin on his back. His wand was broken, so Hermione could only preside over the operation this time.

Clutching her beaded bag, Hermione Apparated.

They were overwhelmed by the same sense of oppression as always. Harry's legs didn't step on the snow, but hit the hard frozen soil that seemed to be covered with leaves. Harry held back the pain and wanted to stop Fan Lin. Fortunately, Hermione discovered the situation here , and stabilized Fan Lin with the suspension.

Where are we? Harry asked, rubbing his shoulders and looking around the large forest.

Hermione opened the beaded bag and tugged outward at the tent poles.

Forest of Dean, Hermione replied, I used to camp here with my parents.

There is a lot of snow on the trees. Compared with the previous place, the temperature here is abnormally low, but at least there is no wind here.

They stayed in the tent for most of the day, moved Fan Lin's bed, and then the three of them surrounded a blue warm flame. Hermione was already very skilled in casting this kind of magic, and the flame could still Scoop it up with a spatula and put it in a jar.

The warmth seemed to make Fan Lin feel relaxed, at least his brows that had been tightly furrowed were relaxed.

In the middle, Fan Lin woke up for a short period of time, maybe the energy is not enough to recover, but it is good news to be able to wake up.

Harry couldn't even imagine now what would happen if Fan Lin left suddenly at a certain moment, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

Hermione happily drank some hot porridge for Fan Lin, and added some small blue bottles along the way...

Does this count as tonic?

However, this gave Harry back some confidence.

In the afternoon, fresh flakes drifted over them, and powdery snow appeared in the protected clearing.

Now, with little sleep for two nights, Harry seemed more vigilant than usual, and the escape in Godric's Hollow made Voldemort seem closer and more threatening than ever.

As night fell again, Harry refused Hermione's request for a vigil and let her go to sleep. After all, there is a patient in the room now, and the body is not so well healed with a pierced wound. a hole.

Harry moved an old cushion to the door of the tent, put on all his thick sweaters, and sat down. Despite this, he was shivering from the cold. As a last resort, Harry asked Hermione to prepare a pot of flames for him. It is enough to release magic power, this is not something that can only be done by relying on a magic wand.

As time goes by, the night is getting darker, and you can't see your fingers.

Harry was about to open the Marauder's Map to see where Ginny's dot was, but Harry suddenly remembered that it was the Christmas holiday and she should have gone back to the Burrow.

In the dense and peaceful forest, every small movement will be multiplied and magnified. Harry knew there were all sorts of creatures out there, but he wanted them all to be quiet so he could distinguish the sounds of animals running and jumping from the sounds that signaled danger.

He still remembered the sound of the cloak sliding over fallen leaves many years ago, and he immediately felt that he heard that sound again, and his whole body shook. Their protective spells have been used successfully for several weeks now. Why is it broken now? And he always felt that something was different tonight than usual. Every now and then he stood up abruptly, his neck aching because he had fallen asleep a few times with his head tilted at an uncomfortable angle to one side of the tent.

The night turned velvety black, and he felt as if he was floating in the midst of apparitions and apparitions, and Harry raised his hand in front of his face, which seemed to give some courage...

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