94 hp Diagon Alley

Mystery must have thought that the real Harry would be with the toughest and most experienced Aurors.He went after Mad-Eye first, and only after news from the Death Eaters did he turn around and go after Kingsley..."

"He was in Knockturn Alley," Gwen hiccupped, and she was crying and laughing, out of breath, "that's not where any serious wizard would go—"

"Yeah," Fleur said bluntly, "either he slipped his mouth somehow, or someone else must have been careless. Someone accidentally revealed the date to outsiders, so that they can explain that they only know the date but not the date." The whole plan."

She silently stared at everyone to see who would come out to refute her, her beautiful face was still stained with tears.No one spoke.Only the belch behind Hagrid's bandanna broke the silence.Harry looked at Hagrid who had risked his life to save him just now——Hagrid, the Hagrid he loved and trusted, had been coaxed into leaking important information to Voldemort in exchange for a dragon egg...

"No," said Harry loudly, and everyone looked at him in surprise.The fire whiskey seemed to amplify his voice. "I mean... even if someone accidentally made a mistake," Harry went on, "leaked the news, I know they definitely didn't mean to, and I can't blame them." His voice was still higher than usual. "We have to trust each other. I trust you all, and I don't think anyone in this room would betray me to Voldemort."

There was another silence after he finished speaking.Everyone looked at him.Harry felt a little hot again.Looking for something to do, he took a few more sips of Firewhiskey.

"Well said, Harry," said Fred unexpectedly.

"Yes, well said." George glanced at Fred, and Fred's mouth twitched.

Gwen was 100% sure the twins were dealing with Harry and, by extension, the boy who was too kind.

Lupine looked at Harry with an odd expression that bordered on pity.

"You think I'm a fool?" Harry demanded.

"No, I think you're really like James," said Lupine. "He thinks it's the most shameful thing to mistrust a friend."

Harry knew what Lupine was referring to.His father was betrayed by his friend Peter Pettigrew.Harry felt angry and annoyed.He tried to retort, but Lupine had already turned away, put the glass on a table against the wall, and discussed with Cedric and Bill how to strengthen the Burrow.

"I can't stay here," said Harry.

A dozen pairs of astonished eyes stared at him in unison.

"Don't be silly, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, "what are you talking about?"

"I can't stay here." He rubbed his forehead.It was stinging again, and it hadn't hurt like this in over a year. "I'm here, you're all in danger, I don't want to—"

"Don't say such nonsense!" said Mrs. Weasley. "The most important thing tonight is to transfer you here safely, thank God we succeeded. Fleur agreed to marry here instead of France, and we have everything arranged." Now, everyone can stay and take care of you—"

She doesn't understand.Harry felt even worse after hearing her words.

"If Voldemort finds me here—"

"But how did he find out?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"You could be in a dozen places right now, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "He has no way of knowing which safe house you're hiding in."

"I'm not worried about myself!" said Harry.

"We know," said Mr. Weasley softly, "but if you leave, our efforts tonight will be rendered useless."

"You're not going anywhere," Hagrid grumbled gruffly. "My God, Harry, we've worked so hard to get you here, and you're going?"

"Yeah, what about my unlucky ear?" George said, propping himself up from the cushion, and Gwen quickly propped him up with her body, and together with George and Fred, they put pressure on Harry with their eyes, counting on He dropped his stupid idea.

"I know--"

"Mad-Eye wouldn't want to—" Cedric spoke for the comatose old Auror.

"I know!" Harry yelled.

He felt that everyone was besieging and persecuting him.Don't they think he doesn't know what they've done for him?Don't they understand that that's why he's going to leave now, lest they suffer more disaster for his sake?There was a long, embarrassing silence, his scar still throbbing and throbbing.Finally Mrs. Weasley broke the silence.

"Where's Hedwig, Harry?" she asked softly. "We can keep him with the pig and give him something to eat."

Harry's insides clenched like a fist.He couldn't tell her the truth.To avoid answering, he drank the last of his Firewhiskey.

"Harry, let them see you survived again," said Hagrid, "out of his clutches. He was right on top of you, and you knocked him back!"

"It wasn't me," said Harry flatly, "it was my wand. My wand acted on its own."

Gwen frowned. She thought Garrick had told Voldemort about the twin cores—after all, it had been a full year since he had been kidnapped.But even a pair of wands cannot cast spells automatically without the wizard.

After a moment, Hermione said softly, "But that's impossible, Harry. You're saying you cast the spell unconsciously, and you reacted instinctively."

"No," Harry said, "the motorcycle was falling, and I couldn't figure out where Voldemort was, but my wand spun around in my hand, aimed at him, and shot a spell at him, and I Don't even know what a spell it is. I've never made golden flames before."

"In times of urgency," said Mr. Weasley, "often a man will perform magic that he never dreamed of. Untrained children often discover—"

"It's not like that," Harry said through gritted teeth.The scar was burning and he felt angry and frustrated, and he didn't want them all to imagine that he had the power to stand up to Voldemort.

No one said a word.Harry knew they didn't believe him.Now that he thought about it, he had never heard of a wand that could do its own magic, and Gwen must have been the first to think he was talking nonsense.

The scar was burning with pain.He tried with all his might not to scream loudly.He muttered about getting some fresh air, put down his glass and left the room.

When passing through the backyard, a huge thestral looked up at him, flapped its bat-like wings a few times, and then buried itself in the grass again.Harry stopped at the door leading to the garden, looked at the overgrown plants, rubbed his painful brow, and thought of Dumbledore.

He knew Dumbledore would trust him.Dumbledore must have understood that Harry's wand would act on its own, and why, because Dumbledore always knew the answer.He was well versed in wands, and had explained to Harry the strange connection that existed between Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand...but Dumbledore, like his parents, like his poor owl, had gone to a place where Harry could never place to talk to them.He felt the burning in his throat, but it had nothing to do with the flame whiskey...

At this moment, suddenly, the pain of the scar reached its peak.He clutched his forehead, closed his eyes, and a voice screamed in his head:

"You told me that if you use someone else's wand, the problem will be solved!"

Harry's mind suddenly pictured a thin, gaunt old man in ragged clothes, lying on the stone floor, uttering a terrible, long scream, with unbearable pain in his voice...

"No! No! I beg you, I beg you..."

"How dare you deceive Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"

"I didn't...I swear I didn't..."

"You want to help Potter, you want to help Potter escape from me!"

"I swear I didn't... I thought a different wand would do the trick..."

"Then explain this. Lucius' wand is destroyed!"

"I don't understand... that connection... only exists between... your two wands..."

"lie!"

"Please...please..."

Harry saw the white hand raise his wand, felt Voldemort's rampant rage, saw the frail old man wriggling on the ground in pain—

"Harry?"

Everything suddenly disappeared again.Harry stood shivering in the dark, his hands clutching the garden door, his heart beating wildly.The scar still pricks.It took him a moment to realize that Ron and Hermione were beside him.

"Harry, go back to the house," whispered Hermione, "you're not still thinking about leaving, are you?"

"Yeah, you gotta stay, man," said Ron, punching Harry on the back with his fist.

"Are you all right?" Hermione leaned closer, looking at Harry's face, "Your face is terrifying!"

"It's all right," said Harry tremblingly, "I'm probably looking better than Ollivander's..."

He told them exactly what he had just seen, and Ron looked terrified and Hermione completely terrified.

But this should stop!Your scar - it shouldn't be like this anymore!You must never reconnect that connection - Dumbledore wants you to shut down your brain! "

Seeing that Harry didn't answer, Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Harry, he's taken over the Ministry of Magic, newspapers and half the wizarding world! Don't let him take over your brain!"

"I see it differently,"