HP Magic Biography

It was very late at night, and now and then Harry stood up suddenly to keep himself awake, in fact, Harry's neck hurt a little, because he fell asleep a few times, his head kept falling towards the tent at an uncomfortable angle side.

There was no sound in the tent, maybe Hermione had fallen asleep, and as for Fan Lin, Harry didn't know how far Fan Lin could make it, but now he should protect the three of them, right?

The night turned velvety black, and Harry felt as if he was floating in the midst of apparitions and apparitions, and he held his hands up in front of his face, trying to see if he could still see his fingers, when a very strong silver light Suddenly it passed through the trees and appeared in front of him. No matter what the light source was, it came silently, as if it was coming towards him.

Harry was startled, he almost cried out, but Harry's voice was frozen in his throat, maybe the half-dream and half-awake state affected his judgment, but maybe he could solve it himself, right?

Harry picked up Van Lin's old wand.

Now, the light became more dazzling, he squinted his eyes, and saw the outline of the trees clearly illuminated, and the thing was getting closer...

… Then, a light source came out from behind an oak tree, a silvery white doe, as silvery as moonlight, dazzling. She came towards him quietly, leaving no trace on the snow, her graceful neck held high, her large eyes with long eyelashes.

Harry stared at her, full of doubts, not because of strangeness, but because of indescribable familiarity. He felt that he had been waiting for her to come, but he forgot, until this moment, this time when they met, he did not recall it.

The urge to call Hermione and Fan Lin up just now has long since disappeared. He understood that he was going to bet his life on this, that she came for him, just for him alone.

They stared at each other for a long time, then the doe turned and walked away.

Don't go, Harry called anxiously, but his hoarse voice was of no use. Come back!

She seemed to continue walking on purpose, through the forest, and the light quickly became dimmer behind the trees than before.

Harry shuddered and hesitated.

Nerves that had been tense for a long time told him that this was a trick, a temptation, a trap, but instinct, an irrepressible instinct, told him that this was not black magic.

The light gave him a warm feeling, like the illusion of falling into a hot spring,

It made Harry so stiff that his body even regained a little vitality.

Of course, it cannot be denied that this may be an illusion, an illusion, but this has the same aura as Harry.

So Harry set off to give chase.

The snow chattered under Harry's feet, but the doe made no noise as it passed through the jungle, for she was like a ray of light.

The doe guided Harry deeper into the forest.

Harry was desperate to keep up, sure that when she stopped, Harry would be allowed to approach her appropriately and tell him something he wanted to know.

Finally, she stopped and turned her pretty head again, and Harry ran towards her, eager to ask her questions, but just as he was about to speak, the doe disappeared.

Like a firefly, it scattered completely with a snap, and countless silver spots of light lit up Harry's surroundings, and then dimmed instantly.

The darkness engulfed her in an instant, but the bright outline still remained in front of his eyes. His eyes gradually darkened, and he lost his way in the blink of an eye. Now fear strikes.

Lumos! Harry gasped and whispered as the end of his wand lit up.

The doe's brand was fading, and Harry stood there blinking, listening to the sounds of the forest, the sound of the distant branches and the sound of snow falling. Could he be attacked? Did the doe lure him into a place full of ambushes? Could someone be watching him from the shadows, far from the wand's shining range?

A series of questions filled Harry's mind instantly. He closed his eyes and tried to establish contact with Voldemort to determine the distance between them.

But in fact, this is useless at all. Voldemort's spiritual world is like a fortress. He is always the only one who comes, and there is no mention of Harry taking the initiative to interview.

Perhaps in agitation, a window was opened in the fortress, and Harry, too, was only briefly glimpsed before being found and evicted.

His scar didn't hurt, though, which calmed Harry down a bit.

Scars only give warning or influence on matters related to Voldemort, and now it does not respond, which proves that Voldemort has not found them yet.

They have just changed to a new hiding place, logically speaking, Voldemort can't be so fast...

Slightly composed, Harry exhaled. It was like the pipes of the customers of the Leaky Cauldron in cold weather. It was a calming thing.

Harry held his wand a little higher, and no one was running towards him, nor were those green lights bursting from behind the trees.

No problem around...

So why had she led him here?

Something flickered faintly in the wand's light, and Harry looked over. It was a small, frozen pond, and he held his wand up to examine it. The dark, broken surface of the pond gleamed.

Harry stepped cautiously forward and looked inside, his distorted shadow and wand's flashing beam reflected in the ice on the ground. But beneath that thick, gray misty crust of ice, something was also gleaming, a huge silvery object. He was so startled that his heart almost jumped out. He knelt down on the edge of the pool, adjusted the angle of his wand, and tried to let the light shine on the bottom of the pool.

A crimson flash...it was a sword with a gleaming ruby ​​set in the hilt.

Gryffindor's sword is actually at the bottom of this lake!

Harry stared down, almost unable to breathe, the strong sense of surprise made Harry's body numb for an instant, his hands were almost numb, and his whole body was congested for an instant...

How is this possible? How could it be in a lake in a forest like this? A place so close to their camp? Was there some kind of unknown magic that led Hermione to this place? Or was it that the doe, whom he felt like a Patronus, was the guardian of the pond? Or had the sword been put down after they got here, while they were all still here?

Thinking of this, Harry raised his head abruptly, regardless of whether there were other people around him, a small lighting spell was lifted into the air, and the surrounding environment was instantly lit up by Harry.

However, the effect is not good.

Apart from scaring away some nocturnal creatures, Harry saw no one at all.

The light lasted only a few seconds before it went out, and Harry couldn't quite control his wand, but it was enough.

No one's here...or, has left?

Harry looked uncertainly at the sword of Gryffindor at the bottom of the lake.

In any case, someone must have wanted to hand him the sword of Gryffindor, so no doubt that person knew of Dumbledore's will, and was able to find out where they were, and hand him the sword at this time...

Wait, know where they are?

Harry stood up abruptly, and then the fluorescent light flickered around here.

It's not all good news, at least, not quite...

However, the Sword of Gryffindor made it impossible for Harry to refuse, at least, apart from the Sword of Gryffindor, Harry couldn't think of any other way to destroy the Horcrux.

Perhaps, Fan Lin has, but this is the simplest and most effective one!

However, when Harry turned his attention again to the sword lying in the icy lake, some fear affected the cheerful mood.

Harry was a little unsure about the sword... Pointing his wand at the silver sword, he whispered, Here comes the sword!

There was no movement at all, which was expected by Harry. If it was really that simple, the sword would have been placed on the ground for him to pick up, instead of lying quietly in the depths of the icy lake like this.

He walked around the ice block, trying to think about how the sword was passed to his hand last time. At that time he was in a particularly dangerous situation and he wanted help.

Help me! He whispered, but the sword still stayed at the bottom of the lake, without any reaction, motionless.

Harry said to himself (and walked around a few more times), what did Dumbledore tell him the last time he got the sword? Only a true Gryffindor can pull it out of the hat.

But Fan Lin and Hermione had tried countless times, and they couldn't pull the sword of Gryffindor out of an ordinary hat so easily.

Maybe they got it wrong?

Gryffindor?

So what qualities should define a Gryffindor?

A very small voice came from inside Harry's head and answered the question. The answer is that courage and chivalry are the qualities Gryffindors should have.

Harry stopped and let out a long sigh.

Harry's hot breath dissipated quickly in the cold air. He knew what he had to do. To be honest, since the moment he saw the sword through the ice, he had thought that something like this would happen.

He looked around the surrounding woods again to make sure that no one would attack him at this time. If someone was going to attack, there were too many chances as Harry was passing through the forest and observing the icy lake. The only reason for not attacking was that the surrounding environment was too unsuitable.

Harry fumbled with his fingers and pulled off his thick clothes. This is where chivalry is needed. He thought helplessly, although he wasn't 100% sure, he didn't ask Van Lin or Hermione to replace him, let's just say , is that considered a kind of chivalry?

You can't bully a wounded person plus a girl, right? In particular, these two people are absolutely united front, no matter how you look at it, he should be allowed to do this job.

An owl hooted in the distance as Harry began to undress. It made Harry think painfully of Hedwig.

The weather in December is really cold, and this sentence applies to any place except around the equator.

He was shaking all over, and his teeth were chattering horribly, but he didn't stop, and continued to undress until nothing but his underwear remained, and he stood barefoot on the snow, taking his wand, his mother's letter and Hedwig's feather was in the bag, and the old Snitch was in the coat pocket. Then put Fan Lin's wand on the snowdrift.

Torn apart!

The ice made a sound like gunshots in silence, and the surface of the lake was cracked, and the dark ice swayed constantly on the sparkling lake.

As far as Harry could tell, the lake wasn't very deep, but in order to get the sword, he had to dive in with his whole body. No amount of thinking would make it easier, nor would the water get any warmer.

Harry felt that he needed a warming spell, but with Van Lin's wand, Harry always felt that if he was not careful, he would burn himself to death or something...

Harry walked cautiously to the edge of the lake, positioned Hermione's still glowing wand, and then, without thinking about how cold it would be or how violently he would be shivering, he jumped in.

Every pore in Harry's body seemed to be screaming in protest, and as his shoulders dived into the freezing water, the air in his lungs seemed to congeal, and he could barely breathe, shaking violently. It caused a lot of ripples in the lake, and he felt like his unconscious feet were being cut by blades.

He hoped that just one dive would be enough.

Again and again Harry put off the moment to fully dive, panting and shaking, until at last he told himself that it was going to have to happen sooner or later, and mustering all his courage, he dived down.

The cold was very uncomfortable, like a raging fire scorching his body, and the pain swept over him. When he went to the deep water to explore the sword at the bottom of the lake, his brain seemed to be frozen.

His fingers touched the hilt, and he drew the sword upward. Then something wrapped around his neck and he thought it was weed, even though nothing was swimming towards him as he dived, Harry reached for his hands to remove it and free himself, but it wasn't weed, he I have seen, in Bathilda's house, the mist coming out of Nagini's body...

It was making it harder and harder for Harry to breathe. Harry kicked around desperately, trying to swim back to the surface of the lake, but only propelling himself towards the rocky side of the lake, feeling heavier and more out of breath, trying desperately to Struggled out of the tentacles that tried to strangle people.

But the frozen fingers didn't have the strength to pull it away, like Nagini's tail, and now Harry wasn't strong enough to fight it...

The consciousness in his brain is gradually fading, and his body is almost submerged. Everything is gone, nothing can be done, and the arm in front of his chest can't move at all, he really feels death...

... He felt suffocated and sick, and drenched and cold as he had never experienced in his life, and he gradually sank in the ice and snow.

At this moment, someone staggered closer, panting and coughing, just like Hermione came when the snake attacked Harry last time, but it didn't sound like Hermione again, because the cough was too loud Yes, the footsteps were too heavy.

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