HP Magic Biography

Bill and Fleur's house stood alone on a cliff by the sea, its walls whitewashed and studded with shells.

It's a secluded and beautiful place. No matter where in the house or the back garden, Fan Lin could hear the sound of the surging sea accompanied by the tide, like a huge sleeping animal breathing.

However, all of this seems to have nothing to do with them. In fact, Fan Lin can't appreciate it at all.

For the next few days, Fan Lin spent most of his time looking for various excuses not to stay with them in the crowded hut, but to immerse himself in this fascinating cliff seascape, feeling the vast sky and ocean , savoring the salty cold wind blowing on his face.

Harry hasn't woken up until now. In fact, it was very difficult to get Harry back into the Shell Cottage.

Fan Lin's magic power was constantly passing away. Although Harry did not absorb it, fighting against the energy dissipating from Harry's body was like fighting against a powerful wizard all the time.

It was a power transmitted from Voldemort, and there was nothing they could do about it.

It seemed that Harry had to stop his journey, and even the most basic life support was the means of isolation that Fan Lin found after two days of research.

Bill found a large piece of Ye Qi's skin, and Fan Lin gave them the opportunity to help Harry replenish basic life through some isolated magic runes.

But Harry still didn't wake up, Fan Lin felt it, Harry's spiritual world was a mess, the fear of death enveloped Harry, and there were some crazy thoughts, Fan Lin couldn't even penetrate into Harry's deeper layers spiritual world.

Unless the part of Harry that belongs to Voldemort is purged, otherwise, Harry can only rely on himself when he wakes up.

Others were obviously more worried. Although Fan Lin said that Harry would not die just like this, in fact, Harry's current state is no better than death.

Dumbledore shouldn't have left the Elder Wand. Hermione said, the girl was very worried about Harry's situation, and Voldemort's power hung over them like a cloud.

It turned out that this feeling was not very obvious. Even though they fought against Voldemort and his men several times, they all survived in the end, but Harry fell down this time.

Harry was just blinded, he will wake up, I promise. Fan Lin said while thinking about how to wake Harry up.

But is he really dead? Ron asked unwillingly. When Ron found Hermione and Fan Lin, Fan Lin was staring intently at the wall separating the garden from the cliff.

In fact, Fan Lin really didn't want Ron to find him, he didn't want to repeat the explanation.

But this time, Ron seemed to realize something.

If he's dead, why does he keep the Elder Wand there, Hogwarts? Snape is Headmaster there, and nobody's going to stop Voldemort.

Maybe Dumbledore didn't think of it. Fan Lin said.

No, I don't think so... Ron shook his head, He's Dumbledore.

But he can't help us at all now. Fan Lin said quickly, All we can do now is trust Harry.

But,

I think Harry might...

Don't be silly, Ron! Hermione pursed her lips. We've always been here like this.

Okay, stop talking! Fan Lin stood up a little irritatedly, one trouble after another, rather than waiting for Harry to solve it, Fan Lin might as well do it himself. He thought about it for a long time these days. , he has always relied too much on Harry's role in Voldemort, feeling the changes in Voldemort, but now Harry can't do this, maybe it's a good thing to take a break here, he can...

Fan Lin!

Fan Lin's train of thought was interrupted by a sudden call, it was Fu Rong's voice.

Fan Lin turned his head, and Fu Rong had already walked out of the house, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

Fan Lin, Ah Huan wants to talk to you. He's in the smallest bedroom. He said he doesn't want to come here to eavesdrop. Furong obviously didn't like the goblin ordering her to pass the message. Get angry.

It should be said that Fleur's mentality is the best one, she is not a Hogwarts person, and the threat of Voldemort and the role of Harry are not instilled like a biography.

In Fleur's eyes, Harry is just a lucky boy who survived, very courageous, but in terms of ability...

Compared with Harry, Fleur trusts Fan Lin more, after all, they are more familiar friends.

Fan Lin nodded, and walked in with Fu Rong without any further struggle.

When they entered the smallest bedroom where Hermione and Luna lived, Griphook was waiting for them just as Fleur had said. He drew the curtains, blocking the clear sky with white clouds, and the originally airy and bright cabin was enveloped in a flame-like red.

I've made up my mind, Valin Eyre, said the goblin, who was sitting cross-legged on a low stool, patting his arm with his narrow fingers. Even though the goblins at Gringotts will rebel, I've decided to help you...

It surprised me, goblin. Fan Lin raised his brows, That's something Harry asked you to do, but now he has...

It was you who saved me. I don't believe in any prophecies. Fairies are very pragmatic.

Very good, tell me your conditions. Fan Lin nodded.

In return, said the goblin firmly, it will be repaid.

What do you want? Magic, power, or gold coins?

Neither, I don't want gold, said Griphook. I have. His black eyes gleamed, and there were no whites in them.

I want that sword, Godric Gryffindor's sword.

Fan Lin's face darkened, I can't give it to you, he said, I'm sorry. But in fact, it doesn't belong to me!

In that case, said the goblin softly, there will be a problem between us.

We can give you something else, said Ron enthusiastically. I bet Lestrange got a lot of stuff, and you can take your share once we're in the vault.

But Ron was wrong. Griphook blushed angrily.

I'm not a thief! Boy! I'm not trying to get riches I don't deserve!

That sword is ours...

No, it's not. Griphook growled angrily.

But, we are Gryffindor, it is Godric Gryffindor...

Then whose was it before Gryffindor had it? the goblin asked, sitting up straight.

No one's, said Ron, that's what the sword was made for, wasn't it?

No! cried the goblin, pointing his narrow fingers at Ron furiously. Wizards' arrogance again! That sword belonged to Regnuck in the first place, Godric Gryffindor took it from him! A lost treasure, this sword is the work of a goblin ! It belongs to the goblin! It is my reward, give it or not, you can figure it out!

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