94 hp Diagon Alley

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"...they managed to move," George said, "but both Cedric and Lupine are bruised."

"Oh..." Gwen clutched her chest. "Forgive me. I shouldn't have just been so relieved, but it was too dangerous—if the two of them weren't here..."

"Mad-Eye said you could tell Aberforth about this." George squeezed Gwen's hand under the cover of his cloak. "Then he dragged his broken body and hurried out."

"We guess he's off to help Cedric and Lupine," said Fred, covering his mouth.

At this time, Gwen saw the tall figure of Aberforth standing up and shaking, and quickly waved his hands and said to the two of them: "They will be fine-I have to go back, as for you two, don't go out all the time... Don't worry me, honey." She patted George's arm.Aberforth coughed a few times in the distance, which inspired Gwen, remembering the huge amount of work upstairs, and suddenly leaned down and said to George.

"Next time you come over, bring Gouzi and Crookshanks." Those two cats (or cats) with extremely high combat effectiveness might be able to dig through the secret passage in one night.

After finishing speaking, Gwen also slipped out through the crack of the door like a sleek black cat.A few minutes later, the yawning, pig-headed barmaid came down the stairs.

"Ha, let me catch you being lazy." Aberforth stared at Gwen with blue eyes, which made her think of the headmaster's sharp and wise eyes inexplicably.

"Just take a nap." Gwen said cursingly, "I'll go with you to the warehouse to carry wine now."

Aberforth snorted and pushed Gwen into the bar storage.After hearing Gwen recount what happened last night, he looked a little worried. After sending Gwen, who was holding the oak barrel, back to look at the store, he walked to his room without saying a word, with his hands behind his back.

Gwen returned to her old position, leaned on the bar and made herself a cup of tea.It turned out that George and Fred were indeed sitting opposite each other with a new guest.But with the puffy curls peeking out from under his hat, and the thick lips peeking out from under the same bandages as the twins - Gwen looked more and more like Lee Jordan, an old friend of the Weasley brothers.

A gulp of tea almost scalded Gwen's upper teeth, and she restrained herself from thinking about how much trouble these three boys would cause together.

"I have equipment." Lee Jordan said mysteriously to the two red-haired bandage monsters, "mixing console, microphone..."

"What's that?" asked Fred and George in unison.

"Muggle props," said the best Quidditch commentator at Hogwarts.

"We still need a workstation," said Fred. "Some correct code..."

"And a few inspiring guests," George added.

That night, both Aberforth and Gwen worked harder than ever to dig the secret passage.They vaguely feel that the road ahead is very difficult and dangerous, and they look forward to digging through this secret passage before school starts.

in the forest.

The looking glass Hermione had given Harry on his birthday was carefully placed on a table in the tent, and Harry and Hermione took turns keeping watch throughout the day.However, the Looking Glass has been quiet all day, whether it is due to the protective magic and Muggle shielding spell that Hermione casts around, or because people rarely come here, and their woods are always quiet, except for the birds. And squirrels occasionally pass by.There was no change at night either.At ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand, switched shifts with Hermione, watched the emptiness, and saw bats circling high above, skimming the little patch of starry night sky above the bivouac.

He's hungry now, and a little dizzy.Hermione didn't put any food in her magic bag because they moved in such a hurry that they didn't have time to open the Digory's cupboard.They had nothing to eat except some wild mushrooms that Hermione had picked from a nearby bush and cooked in tin cans.After taking two bites, Ron pushed away his portion, feeling a little nauseous.Harry only ate it reluctantly so as not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

The surrounding silence was broken by strange rustling and snapping twigs, which Harry assumed to be animal rather than human, but held his wand tightly on guard.He ate those rubbery mushrooms that were not enough to satisfy his hunger, and his stomach was already uncomfortable, and now it was burning because of nervousness.

Sitting there looking out into the vastness of darkness lit only by his wand, all Harry felt was worry about the future, as if he had been sprinting toward it for weeks, months, even years. , and now suddenly stopped, with nowhere to go.

There were other Horcruxes that he hadn't found, and he had no idea where they might be hiding, or even what they were.

Sitting in the dark, countless ominous premonitions crept into my heart.He tried to fight them off, to drive them away, but they came on relentlessly.Both cannot be alive.Ron and Hermione were talking softly in the tent behind him, they could leave whenever they wanted, and he couldn't.Harry felt his scar sting again as he sat there trying to overcome his fear and fatigue, and he worried that it was his own thoughts that caused him to try to direct his thoughts elsewhere.He thought of poor Kreacher, looking forward to their return at home.Is Grimmauld Place still safe?Should he let Kreacher hide with Sirius at Ron's aunt?Harry would like to believe that Kreacher, having been swayed by the new Sirius this year, would now be able to remain faithful, but who knew what would happen?What if Snape went in with the Death Eaters?What if they tortured the elves?Horrible images flooded Harry's mind, and he tried to push them away, because there was nothing he could do for Kreacher.

Is Lupine still alive?Could Cedric never come home again?Ginny is going back to school soon, is she all right?

Harry's scar was burning and aching now.It occurred to him that there was so much they didn't know, and Lupine was right, so much unseen and unimagined magic.Why didn't Dumbledore say more?Did he think there was plenty of time, that he would live for many years, centuries, like his friend Nick Flamel?If that was the case, he was wrong... Snape had already done it... Snape, the lurking snake, attacked from the top of the tower...

Dumbledore fell... fell...

"Give it to me, Gregorovich."

Harry's voice was high, clear, and grim.His wand was held up in front of him, held in one pale, slender hand.The man pointed at by the wand looks eerie hanging upside down in the air, swinging from invisible ropes, his arms tightly bound around his side, his frightened face at the same height as Harry's , flushed with blood.He has snow-white hair and a big shaggy beard: a tied-up Santa Claus.

"I don't have any! Stolen many years ago!"

"Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, Gregorovitch, he knows...he always knows."

Because of fear, the pupils of the person who was hung were dilated.They seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, like two black holes, until they sucked Harry in—

Now Harry sprinted down a dark corridor, trailing the squat, lantern-carrying Gregorovich.Gregorovich rushed into the room at the end of the corridor.Under the light, it looks like a workshop, with sawdust and gold flickering in the swaying light circle, and a blond boy perched on the window sill, looking like a big bird.The moment the halo of the lantern hit him, Harry saw joy on that handsome face, and then the intruder cast a stun spell with his wand and leaped out of the window, leaving behind a burst of laughter.

Harry backed away quickly from those wide, tunnel-like pupils, Gregorovitch's face showing utter terror.

"Who is that thief, Gregorovich?" asked the high, grim voice.

"I don't know, I never knew, a young man—no—please—please!"

A horrific, prolonged scream, followed by a green light—

"Harry!"

He opened his eyes, panting, his forehead throbbing with pain.He just leaned against the tent and lost consciousness, slid down sideways, and is now lying on the ground.He looked up at Hermione, whose thick hair hid the patch of sky between the tall black treetops.

"Dreaming," he sat up quickly, trying to face Hermione's stare with an innocent expression, "must have dozed off, sorry."

"I know it's your scar! You can tell from your expression! You just saw Fu—"

"Don't say his name!" Ron's annoyed voice came from the depths of the tent.

"Well," said Hermione angrily, "see the mind of You-Know-Who!"

"I didn't mean to!" said Harry. "It was a dream! Can you control your dreams, Hermione?"

"If you learn to use Occlumency—"

But Harry didn't want to hear a reprimand, he wanted to discuss what he had just seen.

"He found Gregorovitch, Hermione, and I think he killed him, but before that, he saw Gregorovitch's mind, and I saw—"

"I think I'll keep watch if you're too tired to fall asleep," said Hermione coldly.

"I can finish this shift!"

"No, you are obviously exhausted, go in and lie down."

She sat down at the entrance of the tent, seemingly determined.Harry was annoyed, but he didn't want to argue, so he ducked into the tent.

Ron's still pale face poked out from the bottom bunk, and Harry climbed to his top bunk and lay down looking out at the dark canvas ceiling.after a while,