HP Magic Biography

Harry slapped Ron's arm as hard as he could to keep him from screaming, and Ron looked regretful of his mistake.

In order to amplify the effect of the torture, Bellatrix used a spell to connect the dungeon to the hall so that the sound could be transmitted.

Bellatrix is ​​very good at creating fear, isn't it, just like the talent of the Death Eaters, using fear... This is the most basic method.

But obviously, the sounds were enough to drive Hermione crazy.

Dobby's huge tennis ball eyes widened at the sound of footsteps down the hall; he was shaking from head to toe. He returned to his previous owner's home, which was clearly terrified.

Harry Potter, he said in the tiniest quivering voice, Dobby has come to save you.

But why do you...

Get out of here! Fan Lin growled in pain, followed by Bellatrix's yell, coupled with a huge shattering sound, it became extremely noisy for a while.

I mean, why did you come... Harry asked at a loss, I mean, can you take Fan Lin away?

I'm afraid not, Harry Potter... Dobby said tremblingly, he was extremely flustered.

He's your master, Dobby! screamed Hermione. You should now...

But, Master Al asked me to come here... I mean, find Harry Potter and save you... Dobby said hesitantly.

What?

Dobby, Dobby doesn't know... Dobby took two steps back, Just now Dobby suddenly received a message from Master Al...

You mean, Fan Lin...

The roar came from the location of the hall again, different from the previous wailing, maybe there was some new change, no matter what, Harry felt that this was not a good thing.

Oh... well, can you Apparate from this dungeon? Harry asked quickly, and Dobby nodded, ears flapping.

Then can you take humans with you?

Dobby nodded again.

Great, Dobby, I want you to grab Luna, Dean and Mr. Ollivander and bring them...to...bring them to...

Bill and Fleur's house, Ron said suddenly, Shell Cottage, in the suburbs of Tingworth!

The house-elf nodded a third time.

Come back then, said Harry, can you do it, Dobby?

Of course, Harry Potter, Dobby whispered.

Let's save Fan Lin... Harry said, He's still on top, let's let...

I agree! Hermione wiped away her tears and stood up.

Dobby, carry out the order!

Yes, mistress! said Dobby. Dobby will be back as soon as possible.

Dobby comes to Mr. Ollivander, who is barely conscious. He took one hand of the wandmaker and held out the other to Luna and Dean, but neither of them moved.

Harry, we want to help you! whispered Luna.

We're keeping you here... there's nothing we can do... Dean said.

Go, both of you! We'll see you at Bill and Fleur's, said Harry, his scar hurting more than ever. He looked down for a few seconds and saw not the wandmaker but another man, old and thin, who smiled contemptuously.

Then kill me, Voldemort. I welcome death but you get nothing if I die... There are many things you don't know...

He sensed Voldemort's wrath, but when the roar came again in the distance, Harry managed to shake the image away and return to his current predicament in the cellar.

It seems that Bellatrix's spell has failed, they can only hear a little bit of sound now, and Harry has no way of judging what happened now, but it is certain that their cage is quiet now horrible.

Go! Harry pleaded to Luna and Dean. Go! We'll be there soon, go!

They grabbed the goblin's outstretched fingers. With a loud noise, Dobby, Luna, Dean and Ollivander disappeared.

But there's no way to hide it, the air crackle caused by apparition is really too loud, especially in a closed cage, it seems very abnormal.

What a voice! A gloomy male voice came out, it didn't come from the hall, it was in the corridor leading to the dungeon, Scabber sent them down, and naturally they couldn't leave.

Bellatrix won't involve them in...

Wormtail, go to the dungeon to see...

Wormtail? Harry raised a tinge of anger, using the Imperius Curse to control Ron, and trying to make Ron use the Avada Kedavra Curse to replace Sirius... All this is caused by the man named Wormtail. coward...

He's not dead yet? Harry said in disbelief, looking at Ron, as if asking for an answer.

Yes... Ron's expression was a bit complicated. He had been imprisoned here these days, together with Luna. To be honest, when he faced Wormtail again, it was inevitable that Ron didn't know how to face it. After all, Wormtail has stayed at the Weasleys' house for more than ten years as Scabbers...

Very good! Harry nodded, Let's deal with him!

They have no choice: if someone enters the room and sees three prisoners missing, they are finished.

Keep the light on, Harry added, before hiding Hermione behind him.

They heard footsteps slow outside the door, and the two of them leaned against the walls on either side.

Stand back, said Wormtail, and away from the door. I'm going to open it.

The door opened quickly. Illuminated by three small sun-like spheres of light floating in mid-air, Wormtail immediately saw the apparently empty cellar.

The next second, Harry and Ron, who were hiding on both sides of the door, attacked him. Ron grabbed Wormtail's wand-holding arm and pulled it up. Harry clapped his hand over his mouth to keep him from making a sound.

They fought silently. Wormtail's wand sparked; his right hand had a firm grip on Harry's throat.

What's the matter, Wormtail? Scabber called from above.

No... nothing! Ron replied in a hurry, imitating Wormtail's panting voice as much as possible, everything is fine!

Harry couldn't breathe.

You want... to kill me? Harry was choking, trying to grab Wormtail's fingers. After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail!

Suddenly, the tightly clasped fingers loosened slightly.

This was beyond Harry's expectations: the opportunity was not to be missed, and he broke free, his hand still on Wormtail's mouth, and rode all over.

He saw fear and surprise in the watery eyes of the mouselike figure: he seemed as much as Harry at what his hand had just done, at the little act of kindness he had just shown. surprise. He struggled more violently, as if to cover up his momentary vulnerability.

You damn scum, you have to pay the price!

With a bang, Harry's fist slammed heavily on the bridge of Wormtail's nose.

Harry punched so hard that his hand broke the bridge of Peter's nose, leaving a large smear of blood on Peter's face.

But Harry didn't intend to stop, as if he had found a vent, Harry punched Wormtail's face one after another, blood splashed all over Harry's face, but Harry didn't realize it at all I have to stop.

His fists are worn out, the blood is mixed together...

Wormtail seemed to have lost all resistance, like a dead person, except for the muffled groan, only Harry's heavy breathing was left.

That's enough... Harry... Ron stretched out his hand to pull Harry with a complicated expression, He's going to die...

This is the price he deserves! Harry panted, and took two steps back, and then Wormtail curled up, blood flowing from under his body...

We'll have this, Ron whispered, pulling Wormtail's wand out of his other hand.

Harry, what are you... Before Ron could finish his sentence, Harry staggered forward two steps.

Give me the wand!

What?

I said, give me the wand! Harry yelled.

Wormtail, who was on the verge of death, seemed to have opened a floodgate for Harry's emotions. Harry almost killed Wormtail alive with punches and punches, releasing his emotions without any scruples...

Here...here you... Ron couldn't believe his eyes, Harry's face...

Remember, you deserve it! said Harry, stepping past Peter Pettigrew, who had collapsed on the ground...

He felt unworthy for Sirius and Lupine, maybe he was a little sorry for the two of them, and he couldn't let them solve it by themselves.

Suddenly... a strong burning sensation spread across Harry's forehead again. It feels like the scar is splitting open his brain again, and then burning everything on the dark green flame...

In the next second, the real environment around Harry disappeared: he was Voldemort now. The bony wizard in front of him grinned at him with his mouth open.

Inexplicably, a wave of anger filled Harry's mind, or rather, Voldemort's emotions.

There are always all kinds of people, and every kind of person will definitely have someone who will kill him.

For example, the old man in front of him could still laugh when facing Voldemort.

Harry understands somewhat, but also doesn't quite understand, but Harry can be sure that Voldemort... or rather, he... will not let him go.

Then kill me! demanded the old man. You can't win, you can't win! That wand will never be yours...

You don't seem to understand, Voldemort pinched the old man's face with one hand, like a red-hot iron, and the marks of his fingers remained tightly on the old man's face.

I mean, I've conquered death?

You are just an arrogant user! The old man yelled frantically, Conquer death?

Believe it or not, I'm not asking you or asking for your opinion, I repeat at the end, hand me the wand.

Of course I know it well, the old man said, I told you too, it's not with me, I know you're back, and stronger than I expected, but you're really bad!

The old man laughed suddenly, which was extremely harsh in Harry's ears.

Voldemort was furious: green light filled the prison, and the old man's frail body bounced off its hard bed and fell back down, dead.

Voldemort returned to the window, unable to contain his anger...

An old guy who doesn't know how to praise, is like the stubbornness of an entire era...

Ha...Harry...wake up, Harry... Hermione's cry pulled Harry back from fantasy to reality.

It doesn't feel good to invade someone else's brain. No matter which side you are as, each other's spirits crush each other. This is probably the most defenseless confrontation. In the spiritual world, even a little thought can Transformed into the most substantial and sharp offense.

Harry clutched his forehead in pain, the blood made him unconscious, not to mention the rising breath of killing...

How are you, Harry...

I...I saw him... Harry beat his head vigorously.

Mysterious man? Ron was taken aback. This was not good news for them.

He is back?

No... Harry said, He just killed someone, I'm not sure, the previous owner of the Elder Wand, but he didn't get the wand...

Harry took a breath, trying to regain his composure.

We need to hurry up, I'm not sure when he'll be back, but maybe not soon...

Wormtail, what's going on next?

Scabber's voice came from up the passage, and the three of them jumped.

Ron quickly imitated, but it seemed that Voldemort's news had too much impact on him, so that Ron's voice was a little distorted...

Just... just come...

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ron knew something was wrong, because a series of heavy footsteps sounded in the originally quiet passage, and at least three people rushed down at the same time.

I'll take care of them... Harry pulled Hermione behind him. A wizard without a wand, especially a girl, couldn't do much in this situation.

Can you... Ron said uncertainly, he looked at the motionless Wormtail, and Ron was really not sure about Harry's state.

Harry was just beaten to death...

Do you have a better way?

The footsteps are getting closer...

Get out of the way! Harry stretched out his hand and pushed Ron aside. Then, he shook the wand in his hand, and a blasting curse mixed with endless fire swept away along the only passage leading to the upper floor.

Wormtail's wand is much more useful than the holly dragon wand that Fanlin gave him, perhaps because Harry killed Wormtail with his own hands. As Fanlin said, the wand can be looted, as long as You beat the opponent and the opponent's wand is willing to take your word.

Regardless of emotional issues, Harry's talent is naturally beyond doubt compared to Peter Pettigrew.

But Harry didn't have time to be surprised. He wasn't sure how effective his spell would be. In short, it was much better than he had imagined, because Harry heard an explosion and two screams.

Suddenly, Harry didn't seem to have any so-called burdens in his heart, at least when facing these Death Eaters right now.

They have always wanted to kill themselves, why can't they take it for granted to pay back the past in their way?

Let's go to the lobby to save Fanlin... Harry said in a low voice, wiping the blood splashed on his face with his sleeve, They have to pay the price, right? I'll go out first, you two, If I hit anyone, you grab the wand, and then we'll completely...