HP Magic Biography

　　 Ron walked very simply.

　　 The rain outside the tent hasn't stopped. The rain mixed with the soil erased all traces of Ron. If it weren't for the messy beds to show that there had been people living here, no one would have thought...

　　 "Don't go, he left..." Fanlin shook his head, stopping Hermione's urge to rush out.

　　 Harry stood still and said nothing.

　　 "Why... is this..." Hermione whimpered, covering her face with her hands, tears wetting the back of her hands through her fingers.

　　 "I'll clean up and add the spell..." Harry said silently, turning his head and rushing into the rainy night.

　　The light in the dark, like lightning, hit the top of the tent.

　　 may still have illusions, but it is true that not everyone is suitable.

　　Thinking that Ron is more valued than them, it's just the safety of these people.

　　 Favor?

　　 Inexplicably, Fanlin felt a little absurd, and all his happiness and unhappiness became calm at this moment.

　　 Ron's change made the team that had just left the harvest become silent again. Although this seemed inevitable to Fanlin, the three of them did not seem to reflect the value of Ron at all.

　　 But anyway, my friend, after all, there is no way to give up.

　　 This incident hit Harry the most.

　　 When Harry woke up the next day, it took several seconds to remember what had happened.

　　 In fact, Harry naively hoped it was just a dream, he hoped Ron was still there, and he didn't leave.

　　 However, when he turned his head on the pillow, he could see Ron's abandoned bed, which was like a dead corpse on the road, drawing his attention.

　　 Harry jumped off his bed, trying not to look at Ron's bed.

　　 Hermione was busy in the kitchen. When Harry walked over, she whispered good morning, and then quickly turned away.

　　 Hermione cried last night, and her eyes are still a little red and swollen.

　　 Fanlin is still mulling over his magic, everyone is still the same, never slack in practice, but has become more silent.

　　 Surprisingly, Harry sat next to Fanlin, feeling the cold magic of Fanlin, which seemed to make him sober.

　　 Fanlin opened his eyes and looked at Harry in a daze next to him.

　　 "If you don't mind, I think you should try this." With that, Fanlin handed over a crystal ball. The chaotic and disordered light spots in the crystal ball were densely packed, which made people irritable.

"How to do it?"

　　 "Control them the way you want." Fanlin said, then got up and went to the kitchen to help.

"He's gone," Harry said to himself, and then tried to practice as Fanlin said, but Harry's spirit did not guide these light spots towards the track, instead, it was like a stream of water washed them away. , And then quickly restored to its original appearance.

　　 Harry tried again and again, and in the end, he had to recognize one thing, his current spirit was simply messed up.

　　 "He's gone!" When Harry was washing and dressing, he couldn't help thinking about it over and over again, as if repeating it would reduce the shock to him.

　　 Ron has left, this is the truth, and Fanlin also felt it, Ron had left, and wanted to come back, maybe he could only meet in the Burrow or Hogwarts.

　　 The three people ended the breakfast in silence. Because Ron had left, the Ministry of Magic's monitoring would easily come to the door. Even if Harry added magic, they still didn't feel like making trouble for themselves.

　　 Who knows what will happen?

　　 They sorted their things, and Harry seemed absent-minded.

　　 Fanlin knew why Harry would be procrastinating on the riverbank; on several occasions he found Harry eagerly searching, perhaps giving himself some hope?

　　 However, the red-haired figure did not appear in the woods, just like last night, except for the trees washed by the rain.

　　 This couldn't help but make Harry a little annoyed again.

　　 Another little anger exploded in his heart, and Harry could even hear Ron saying: "We thought you knew what you did!"

　　 With this heavy heart knot, Harry started to pack things up again.

　　 The muddy river beside them was rising rapidly, and it was about to cross the embankment where they were. They stayed for several hours longer than usual in the camp.

　　 Even Fanlin himself couldn't help using magic to perceive it. Maybe the familiar feeling would come back in the next second.

　　 But in the end, after Hermione rechecked her handbag for the third time, everyone gave up the idea.

　　 They have no time to delay, the Death Eaters are much more sensitive than they thought.

　　 After hesitating, Fanlin put away the light extinguisher that Dumbledore had left Ron and put it in the storage space. Maybe Ginny should return it to Ron, or...

　　 Ron gave up...

　　 Without hesitation, the recovered Fanlin dragged Hermione and Harry to apparate immediately, without a destination, very abruptly. They appeared on a windy and rainy hillside covered with heather.

　　 As soon as they got there, Hermione's knees couldn't help but limp, and she remembered that she had lost her strength, sitting on a large rock, her face resting on her knees, shaking constantly.

　　 Fanlin knelt down, one of his hands was firmly grasped by Hermione, while the other gently helped the girl comb her long hair.

　　 The four of them are together, whether they are fooling around or making a fool of themselves, the four of them have spent six years.

　　 Throwing away the years of childhood ignorance and ignorance, it seems that the most meaningful time is with them.

　　 Face Voldemort, or...

　　 Harry looked at Hermione in silence.

　　 Harry thought he should comfort her, but something seemed to force him to stand still.

　　 Harry felt cold and nervous all over: he saw the contemptuous expression on Ron's face again.

　　 Harry strode through the heather, circled her heart-ache, reciting the spell she used to keep them safe.

　　 They didn't discuss Ron for the next few days.

　　 It was like a tacit understanding of three people, normal exchanges and meals, but no one said about Weasley, about red hair, about Ron.

　　 Fanlin kept hesitating. He wanted to see Dumbledore, but it was like being abandoned. They were left in the corner.

　　 Losing contact with the Order of the Phoenix, it feels like a derailment from the world, and when I think of what I will face, it is like a mountain, and Fanlin can't breathe.

　　 They seem to have lost their smiles. Everyone is using their own way to get rid of this predicament.

　　 Fanlin is constantly experimenting with magic, but this is like a bottleneck, holding Fanlin firmly there.

　　 Fanlin started to help Hermione and Harry practice, just like at Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't hit the spirit at all.

　　 Ron’s departure was like a nightmare, which entangled Harry firmly. He began to dream about Hogwarts, so that Harry did not dare to sleep at night.

　　 In those few days, Harry began to take out the map of the spot and looked it up with the light of his wand. He waited for the moment the dot representing Ron appeared in the Hogwarts corridor to prove that he had returned to the comfortable castle, protected by his pure-blooded identity.

However, Ron did not appear on the map. Before long, Harry suddenly woke up and found that he had been staring at Ginny’s name in the girls’ dormitory. He was worried that his persistent gaze would disturb her sleep. In this case, she might I will feel that he is thinking of her, hoping that everything is well for her.

　　 During the day, they spared no effort to determine where the Gryffindor Sword might exist, but the more they discussed where Dumbledore might be hiding it, the more desperate and far-fetched they felt.

　　 Fanlin felt the feeling of losing control for the first time. It was like what he was doing now. He seemed to ask to understand. However, he tried all the methods, but the Gryffindor Sword did not respond to him at all.

　　 And Harry racked his brains and couldn't remember the places Dumbledore mentioned that he might hide things.

　　 Sometimes he didn't know whether he was angry with Ron or Dumbledore.

　　 We thought you knew what you did... We thought Dumbledore told you what to do... We thought you had a real plan!

　　 Harry couldn't deny: Ron was right.

　　 Dumbledore actually left him nothing.

　　 It was very early on. They knew about a Horcrux, but so far, the whereabouts of that Horcrux hasn't been seen at all.

　　 Fanlin couldn't tell the location of the gold cup. This was his biggest secret. He had done enough. Facing Voldemort, he had to rely more on Harry himself.

　　 But what will he face?

　　 Fanlin sometimes wants to leave here, go to the North Pole, go to Hogwarts, go to Greece, go to Egypt...

　　 However, imagination out of thin air cannot solve any problems. All he can do is to do it step by step, according to the plan, to solve the remaining known Horcrux, and then...

　　 Fanlin needs Bellatrix's key, or he should think about going to Malfoy's Manor.

　　 However, it is certain that the long time has made Harry start to shake now. He is imagining accepting suggestions from his friends and letting them accompany him on this tortuous and meaningless journey.

　　What are you doing?

　　 For how long, Harry kept repeating this question.

　　 They spent many nights in near silence.

　　Hermione took out the portrait of Phoenix and leaned on a chair, as if it could fill the hole left by Ron.

　　 Although Phoenix had previously asserted that he would not visit them again, Phoenix seemed unable to resist this opportunity that would allow him to learn more about what they intend to do.

　　 He allowed himself to appear invisible, and this is the case these days.

　　 Fanlin feels a bit funny, this is magic, isn't it? Those who have passed away appear in front of them vividly, and even use some small tricks.

　　 And Harry was very happy to see him, because someone came to accompany them, even though this companion was a constant mockery of them.

　　 They need to understand what is happening at Hogwarts, although in Harry's eyes Phoenix is ​​not an ideal source of information.

　　 Since Snape became the first Slytherin Dean to control the school, Phoenix has been admiring him.

　　 Therefore, they had to be careful not to criticize or mention issues related to Snape, otherwise Phoenix would immediately leave his paintings.

　　 stubborn little old man.

　　 Suddenly, this made Fanlin think of Dumbledore, at least, didn't it look like a few years ago.

　　 Despite this, Phoenix still left a credible detail: Snape seemed to be forced to face the core students to initiate a continuous low-level mutiny.

　　 This is a boring thing for Snape, maybe the professor will complain about these unconscious children.

In a more direct response, Ginny was forbidden to go to Hogsmeade. At the same time, he also restored the terrible old laws of Umbridge, which prohibited three or more students from gathering together and prohibited informal Student Associations.

　　From all these things, Fanlin inferred that Ginny, Neville and Luna, were doing their best to continue the activities of the Dumbledore Army.

　　Of course, Fanlin wasn't the only one who realized that Harry became more sensitive than anyone else when it came to Ginny.

　　 This inadequate news made him eager to see Ginny. This feeling made Harry feel his nerves twitching constantly, the strong feeling almost poured out of Harry's chest.

　　 But it also made Harry think of Ron and Dumbledore and Hogwarts again, almost as if he missed his former girlfriend. In fact, when Phineas talked about Snape’s oppression, Harry imagined being able to go back to school to join in the operation to disrupt Snape’s regime, which made him excited: there was food and drink, soft beds. , Everyone else is under supervision.

　　 At this moment, these seem to be the most amazing expectations in the world. However, Harry then remembered that he was the least popular person, and Fanlin was the same.

　　 Now, Harry's head is worth one million gallons, and Fanlin's head is worth half a million, and entering Hogwarts is as dangerous as entering the Ministry of Magic.

　　 Indeed, Phoenix often inadvertently emphasized.

　　 In fact, he was too lazy to know about the whereabouts of Harry and Hermione. Whenever he did this, Hermione pushed him back into the beaded bag, and within a few days after the random farewell method was implemented, Phoenix refused to appear again.

　　 The weather is getting colder and colder.

　　 They didn't dare to stay anywhere for long, and even the frost-covered southern part of England became the place that worries them the most. They continue to come and go in the country, they bravely face the mountains, where the tent is covered in snow and ice; they bravely face the boundless swamp, where the tent is obliterated by cold floods; on an island in the Scottish lake , Blizzard covered half of the tent at night.

　　 On the night when the sparkling Christmas trees could be seen through the windows of many houses~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Harry made up his mind to make another suggestion: he felt that there was only one uninvestigated road left.

　　 After a brief exchange with Fanlin, Harry got Fanlin's support, which made Harry feel relieved.

　　 In fact, only Hermione might object.

　　 This has to be admitted to be a headache.

　　 "So, don't you plan to do something?" Harry muttered quietly next to Fanlin.

　　 "Your crystal ball is messed up." Fanlin squinted at Harry, "I think you should..."

　　 "Oh, don't worry about that, that's your girlfriend."

　　 "She is your friend, too." Fanlin was calm and calm, watching Hermione walk out of the house.

　　 "I will be back soon!"

　　 Immediately, the two changed into smiles.

　　 Hermione went out, wearing a cloak.

　　 "So, are you planning to go?"

　　 "I have to go, I think I can find something wherever." Harry said with certainty.

　　 "I have no objection, of course, Hermione you have to convince yourself."

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