HP Magic Biography

　　 "Harry!"

　　 Harry opened his eyes sharply, panting, his forehead pained like a fire.

　　 He just passed out and leaned on the side of the tent, twisted the canvas, and found himself slipping to the ground.

　　 Harry looked up at Hermione, her thick hair covering a small piece of sky that could be seen through the dense branches above them.

　　 But Hermione’s gaze made him feel guilty.

　　 "I had a dream." Harry said, and quickly sat up, trying innocently to look at Hermione's angry eyes. "It must have been dozing off, I'm sorry."

　　 "Don't change the subject, Harry! I know it's your scar! I can tell from your expression! You invaded..."

　　 "Don't say that name!" Ron's angry voice came from the tent.

　　 "Okay," Hermione replied impatiently, "Mysterious brain, okay?"

　　 "I didn't want it to happen!" Harry said, "This is a dream! Can you control the dream you have? Hermione?"

　　 "If you learn Occlumency..."

　　 But Harry was not interested in her reproach, he wanted to talk about the scene he had just seen.

　　 "He found Grigovich, Hermione, I think he had killed him, but before that, he invaded Grigovich's brain, I saw..."

　　 "I think we'd better change shifts if you are tired and want to sleep." Hermione said coldly.

　　 "I can keep on duty!" Harry said a little dissatisfied, but it didn't make any difference in Hermione's eyes or quibble.

　　 "No, obviously you are too tired. Go and lie down with Fanlin." She stubbornly sat down at the entrance of the tent. Although he was angry, Harry didn't want to fight with her, so he leaned over into the tent.

　　 Ron's still pale face poked out from the lower bunk, and Fanlin was asleep in the next room, and he could hear even breathing.

　　 Harry wanted to tell Fanlin what had happened just now, there were dreams about him, or other things, but now it seems that this must be the next day.

Harry climbed onto the upper bunk and lay down, staring at the dark canvas top. After a while, Ron said in a voice that Hermione, who was sitting curled up in the doorway, could not hear: "What did the mysterious man do? ?"

　　 Harry squinted his eyes and tried to remember every detail, and then whispered into the darkness: "He found Grigovich, he tied him up, he was torturing him."

　　 "Tie Grigovich? Then how can he make him a new wand?"

"I don't know... it's weird, isn't it?" Harry closed his eyes and recalled everything he saw and heard. The more he recalled, the more pointless... Voldemort didn't say anything about Harry's wand. The tail feathers of the same phoenix, about making Grigovich a new and stronger wand to defeat Harry.

Maybe he wants something else, but Grigovich is a master wand maker, look for a wand maker... I mean, the wand maker master, apart from the wand problem, Harry can't think of a second A possibility.

"What the **** does he want from Grigovich," Harry said, eyes still closed. "He asked him to hand it over, but Grigovic said that it had been stolen... and... …then……"

　　 He recalled that as Voldemort, he seemed to have entered through Grigovich’s eyes and invaded his memory...

　　 Sense of God?

　　 This was the first way Harry thought of it, but apparently Voldemort was more destructive.

"He saw Grigovic’s memory. I saw a young man sitting on the window sill. Then he fired a spell on Grigovic and jumped out of the window and escaped. He stole it. The mysterious man thought What do you want. I...I think I have seen him before..."

　　 Harry wished he could take another look at the face of the laughing boy, which according to Grigovich, had been for many years. But why does this young thief look familiar?

　　 The sound of the surrounding woods was inaudible in the tent, and all Harry could hear was the sound of Fanlin's careful breathing.

　　 After a while, Ron whispered, "Did you not see what the thief was holding?"

　　 "No, but...that must be small."

　　 "Harry?" Ron lay back on the bed, the bedpan creaking. "Harry, don't you think the mysterious man wants that thing, he wants to turn it into a Horcrux?"

"I don't know," Harry said slowly. "Maybe, but wouldn't it be dangerous for him to make another Horcrux? But didn't Fanlin say that he had split his soul to the limit? "

　　 "Yes...but maybe he doesn't know it." Ron said.

　　 "Yeah... maybe," Harry said.

He has determined that Voldemort has found a solution to the wand core problem on the same phoenix. It is certain that Voldemort has found a solution from the old wand merchant...but he still killed him, and obviously did not ask him about it. The problem with the wand.

　　What is Voldemort trying to find?

　　 The Ministry of Magic and the magical world are under his control. Why is he still trying for a long time to find something Grigovich once owned but was stolen by an unknown thief?

　　 Harry would still think of the blond young man's face, full of excitement and unrestrained, he had a Fred and George-like temperament after the success of the prank. He jumped out of the high window sill like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where it was...

Because of Grigovich’s death, the happy thief was already in danger. Harry was thinking about his problem. He fell into deep thought. When Ron’s snoring sound came from the lower bunk, he himself once again. Slowly fall asleep.

　　The dream is still the same as before.

　　 Inexplicably, the scenes Harry had seen before kept repeating in his mind, just like movies or comic strips.

　　 Suddenly, Harry thought of Dumbledore again, his cracked skin, the bluish light showing through the skin, as if he couldn't restrain his magic.

　　What did Dumbledore do?

　　 Horcrux? Or something else...

　　 Early the next morning, after a long night of rest, Fanlin had almost recovered, and the magic power of the Philosopher’s Stone slowly recovered Fanlin’s magic power through the connection.

　　 This always makes Fanlin feel that he is an alchemy product.

　　 Runes, spells, and supply of magic stones, even the body has been modified.

　　 Maybe the original wizards came here like this?

　　 had to admit that the powerful resilience of Phoenix's tears made Fanlin alive and kicking again.

　　 But when he touched his pocket, a cold ball greatly stimulated Fanlin's senses, the magic eye of Mad-Eye Moody.

　　 When Fanlin took out the magic eye, all four of them fell into silence.

　　 Crazy Eye Moody has no way to come back. His magic eye appeared at the door of Umbridge, which broke everyone's illusions about Moody.

　　 After going out, Fanlin found an old tree with the most branches in the forest, which looked quite resilient.

　　 He buried the magic eye of Mad-Eye Moody in its shade. He drew a cross on the bark with a magic wand as a mark.

　　 It's not very big, but Fanlin thinks Mad-Eye would prefer this rather than tied to Umbridge's door.

　　 Then, the four people began to mourn for Moody, but this did not last long. They had more serious problems to solve, such as Shun, where should they go next.

After asking everyone’s advice, Harry, Fanlin, and Hermione agreed that it’s better not to stay in one place for too long, and Ron also thought so, but his only requirement was that the best place to go There are corned beef sandwiches.

　　 It must be admitted that what Ron said is very important, they cannot live like primitive people.

　　 So Fanlin and Hermione set out to remove all the things the girl had conjured by magic nearby. Harry and Ron sorted out all the magic marks and traces that could show that they had camped here.

　　 Then under the leadership of Hermione, they apparated together to the outskirts of a small town.

　　As soon as they got there, they set up a tent in the shelter of a small bush and cast defensive magic around them. Harry ventured out to hide under the invisibility cloak and went out looking for food, but things often did not go as planned.

　　 When he first entered the town, an unnatural cold wind hit, the mist condensed, and the sky above his head suddenly darkened to make him even colder.

　　 "You can summon the patron saint!" Ron retorted, when Harry walked back to the tent and freed a hand, breathless, and spoke a word: Dementor.

　　 "I can't... summon..." he gasped, grabbing the edge of the tent, "can't... summon..."

Their expressions of consternation and disappointment made Harry feel guilty. It was an unpleasant experience. Seeing the dementor accurately gliding towards him from a distance, the suffocating cold paralyzed his whole body, far away His scream hit his eardrums, which made him unable to protect himself.

　　Ha used all his willpower to let himself run away, leaving the dementor gliding blindly among the Muggles. The Muggles couldn't see the dementors, but they could feel the desperate aura where the dementors went.

　　 "So we still haven't found any food."

　　 "Shut up, Ron." Fanlin frowned and interrupted him, "Harry, what happened? Why do you think you can't summon the patron saint? Yesterday you could summon the patron saint perfectly!"

　　 "I don't know." He sat quietly in an old armchair of Old Perkin, feeling more embarrassed than then. He felt that he had some problems in his heart. Yesterday looked like it was a long time ago: today I am back to the thirteen-year-old me, the only person on the Hogwarts Express to face the breakdown of the Dementor. Ron kicked off a chair leg. "What!" He yelled at Hermione, "I'm going to starve to death! From the last time I bleed to death, all the things I have eaten are just a few mushrooms!"

　　 "But you can walk over and pass directly through the Dementor."

　　 Like being stabbed, Harry said fiercely. "I will, but there is still a bandage on my arm, unless you don't notice."

　　 "That's easy to notice."

　　 "Then that means..."

"of course!"

　　 "Okay, stop!" Fanlin said, "Our quarrel is meaningless at all. In other words, the dementors surrounded this place?"

　　 "Yes, that town, there are too many of them." Harry knocked on his head, he didn't understand why he suddenly...

　　 "Perhaps Voldemort influenced you," Fanlin said, "Every time a connection is established, one party must be suppressed."

"Empty your brain, Harry, try to give yourself some strength." Fanlin said, in fact, he originally planned to do it, but in reality, it seems that a wizard who has not fully recovered will easily have some surprises. Other issues, such as being unable to control magic power at critical moments?

　　 "Okay, but let's go somewhere else to find food." Hermione said, giving Harry a secret look. "We can't always stay where the dementors are walking around."

　　 The last night they spent the night in a field on a remote farm, they got eggs and bread from there. "It's not stealing, right?" Hermione asked timidly as they gobbled up scrambled eggs and toast.

　　 "Should I put some money under the cooing chicken?" Ron rolled his eyes and said, his cheeks bulging.

　　 "Oh, my Hermione, don't worry about so many things. Relax!" Fanlin said, "This is just some kind assistance. If you mind, I think we can wait for everything to be resolved and come back to compensate them."

　　 And...it is true... after a comfortable meal, relaxation becomes very simple. On this night, the debate about the Dementor was also forgotten in the laughter.

　　 And there seems to be some hope in the future.

　　 At least, to be clear, they need to find the remaining two Horcruxes and the props for destroying the Horcrux.

　　 The Gryffindor sword disappeared. Fanlin had tried to pull it out from his hat, but the fact was not as easy as he thought.

　　 Fox also lost contact. Little Phoenix seems to have found a distant residence, and Fanlin cannot sense it now.

　　 But Harry seemed very optimistic and full of hope. He was the first person on duty in the three night shifts. This is the first time they have realized the fact that they are in good spirits when they are full, and their empty stomachs represent arguments and sadness.

　　 Harry was not surprised by this, because he had almost starved to death at Dursley's house.

　　Hermione survived those nights pretty well. They didn't get any food except berries and expired biscuits. Her temper may be better than usual, and she is often silent.

　　 Fanlin was the same, always staring at the sheepskin curls rubbed from Alex, but for sure, before Hermione said anything, Fanlin would definitely not be the first to collapse.

　　 However, Ron was accustomed to the delicious three meals a day provided by his kind mother or the house-elf at Hogwarts, and hunger made him unreasonable and irritable.

　　 "Where are we going next?" Ron kept repeating these words, it seemed that he had no idea, just wishing Fanlin or Harry to come up with a plan, and he sat there thinking about the shortage of food.

　　 In the following days, there will be more and more repetitions of their conversations because they have not received any new information.

　　 And the content of the conversation will naturally not bypass the important item of Horcrux ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In addition to what Fanlin knows, there is an unknown Horcrux that makes Fanlin a little bit difficult.

　　 may be made before, maybe after.

　　 However, the latter is more likely, but it will also become very troublesome.

　　 Nagini was the first choice, but Fanlin had already dealt with this big snake.

　　 Things seemed to have reached a deadlock, and Fanlin could not explain to Harry yet.

　　 Naturally, Fanlin didn't mean to interrupt Hermione and Harry, and the two of them also seemed very enthusiastic.

　　 As Dumbledore told them, they firmly believed that Voldemort would hide his Horcrux in a place that was very important to him.

　　 They have been listing, dull and boring over and over again, the places they knew that Voldemort lived or visited.

The orphanage, where he was born and raised; Hogwarts, where he studied; Bogin-Bok, where he worked after graduation; and then Albania, where he spent his time in exile. Years: These form the basis of their speculation.

　　 "Come on, let's go to Albania. Even searching the whole country will not take an afternoon." Ron said sarcastically.

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