HP Magic Biography

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　　 "So, the resurrection stone was not destroyed by you?"

　　 "Of course, I don't have that ability, maybe let me study it for a while." Fanlin rolled his eyes, and the Deathly Hallows, except for the old wand which is considered a wand, the other two things are so simple.

　　For example, the cloak of invisibility, although the material is doubtful, but in the story, it is something used by the **** of death.

　　 Of course, the Deathly Hallows are nothing more than that, a wand made of elderberry and Yeqi tail feathers, and a ruby.

　　 But the source of power determines the extraordinary, right?

　　 "Well, but Dumbledore didn't hand him over to me..." Harry paused.

　　 "This is a good thing," Hermione taught, "As the story says..."

　　 "A shell without a soul, yes, I know." Harry interrupted impatiently.

　　 "But that is the Deathly Hallows, isn't it?" Fanlin said, "After all, his power comes from the goal the mysterious man is pursuing."

　　 "Yes, that's what he was looking for." Harry sighed helplessly, "The mysterious man... is looking for the Elder Wand."

　　 He knows, that's the truth. Everything made sense, Voldemort was not looking for a new wand, but an old wand, very old. Harry walked towards the entrance of the tent, looked up at the night sky, thinking, completely forgetting the existence of Fanlin and Hermione...

　　 Voldemort grew up in a Muggle orphanage. When he was a child, no one could tell him the story of "The Legend of the Bard Peid". He couldn't know more than they knew.

　　 Almost no wizard believes in the death. How could Voldemort know this? Harry stared at the night sky...

　　 Maybe because of his experiment? vampire? Or something else, but obviously, Voldemort has mastered a part of the power of death, and Nagini is a good example.

　　 Naturally, for the objects made by the **** of death, just like Fanlin said, Fanlin can find clues, then Voldemort must be able to.

　　 Can the owner of three items really control death?

　　 Maybe?

　　 Voldemort has succeeded anyway!

　　 But if he knew about the Death Hallows from the beginning, he might not need Horcrux.

　　 He once got the sacred object, but made it into a Horcrux. Does this prove that he didn't know the story about the most secret ancient wizard?

This shows that although Voldemort is looking for the Elder Wand, he does not fully understand its power and does not know that it is one of the three holy relics...because this wand is undoubtedly the death saint, and the most well-known ... The elder wand has left a **** mark in the long history of magic.

　　 "Don't let the extra thing disturb your nerves, Harry!" Fanlin said suddenly, and patted Harry on the shoulder.

　　 I don't know when, Fanlin has already reached Harry's side again.

　　 "Regarding the **** of death, I might have a little way to deal with it..."

"what?"

"I mean, this..." Fanlin said. As soon as he lifted his hand, a chain made of ice crystals was tightly wound around the pillar in the center of the tent, visible to the naked eye, the chill began to spread, and the flames that Hermione lit was also faint. Some extinguished posture.

"This isn't the magic that you modified...?" Harry almost forgot that there was this thing in Fanlin's body. Harry had always resisted the magic transformation. Maybe he had seen it in the first grade. Luo's face has left a shadow on Harry ever since.

　　 "You can say so." Fanlin nodded, watching a section of the chain link with his palm, exuding a different kind of brilliance.

　　 In fact, as his strength increased, Fanlin's control over this thing became more arbitrary.

　　The lock of heaven?

　　 doesn't seem appropriate, but it is very similar.

　　 Relying on the supply of magic power, the divine rune portrayed on the bones is like a manifestation of the spell.

　　 "But, I never saw you..."

　　 "This thing consumes a lot of money, and I take it slowly." Fanlin said, "In fact, it's not very useful."

　　 Harry was about to put a question mark on Fanlin's explanation.

　　 Harry can't believe a punctuation mark, not easy to use? Seeing this, no wizard can guard against this move...

　　 "Okay, so, what is it for?"

　　 "Seal!" Fanlin said, "This is the seal of a **** I got."

　　 "God's...seal?"

　　 "I found it on the book of Abraham." Fanlin said, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the book of Abraham appeared in his hand.

"This is not just a masterpiece of alchemy," Fanlin said. "In fact, there are things about alchemy, in addition to the material source and the Philosopher’s Stone, there are many other things, for example, about Gods."

　　 Harry swallowed, he looked at the page that Fanlin had opened, and...

　　 "Uh...what kind of text is used on this?"

　　 "Hieroglyphs!"

　　 "Does it work for you to take it out?" Harry said silently, "I can't understand it again."

"Uh……"

　　 The scene was very embarrassing. Fanlin looked at Harry, then at the book in his hand, and finally at Hermione...

"Well, to put it simply..." Fanlin threw the book casually, and then disappeared into the air, "This is the magic portrayed in my body, and this magic itself is a seal against the gods. "

　　 "Um..." Harry nodded dumbly, "So, you are really sure...this works?"

　　 "So it can be..." Fanlin smiled awkwardly, "You know, it was golden at first, supported by divine power, but..."

　　 "But now it seems to be consumed, and it completely relies on my magic power, to be precise, I absorbed him," Fanlin said, "I am not sure whether my magic power can be real..."

　　 "No matter what, it's better than none," Harry said, slightly relieved.

　　 At least they still have a certain means now, don't they, unlike before, relying entirely on Voldemort, there is no way to harm Harry with his wand.

"However, this doesn't give us substantial...I mean, he probably has the old wand." Harry said, "I don't think Voldemort has the ability to find him, and I think He has found a clue..."

"This may be a good thing." Fanlin said, "After all, it's not a wizard's thing. It was made by the master of Voldemort's current power. Even though death may have died out, I don't think that holding old What will the magic wand do to Voldemort."

　　 "I'm just...a bit unwilling..." Harry said.

　　 "If you're talking about the Deathly Hallows, I think you're worried, we have far more powerful than his, right?" Fanlin said, "We have more than just an invisibility cloak."

　　 "But didn't you just say..." Harry paused suddenly, "Do you know where the resurrection stone is?"

　　 "Don't you know?"

　　 "Golden Snitch!" Harry and Hermione looked at each other and called out in unison.

"Oh, I'm afraid I'll be jealous, that's my girlfriend." Fanlin wailed, Hermione's face blushed. The girl had been obsessed with denying the power of mythology so she ignored some details, but in accordance with Fanlin's usual indoctrination, calm It doesn't seem to be so difficult to accept.

　　God! Isn't it a stronger wizard?

　　 Harry looked at Fanlin in disbelief, but the movement in his hand didn't mean to stop at all. He tremblingly took out the Golden Snitch and pinched it in his hand and looked at it carefully...

　　 "I... what should I do?"

　　 "It's like you did."

　　 Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and lightly kissed the golden snitch.

　　 appears when needed.

　　 It may not be needed now, but they have indeed cracked Dumbledore’s magic, right?

Harry imagined that the golden snitch slowly opened, and then revealed the appearance of a ruby ​​ring, but to his disappointment, nothing happened, the golden snitch remained motionless, as if it were the first time he appeared in Harry's palm. Lie there quietly!

　　 "Harry!" Hermione said carefully, and Harry's face became a little dull.

　　 "Perhaps he thinks it's not the time yet, if you want, I can..." Fanlin's words were not finished yet, Harry just silently shook his head and looked at the Golden Snitch seriously.

"This is what I don't like about him." Harry said. "But, I'm sure, the resurrection stone is in it, unless he would do something stupid like throwing the resurrection stone into the river, like that one. Like a sword."

"Uh……"

　　 Fanlin and Hermione looked at each other, as if they were pouring cold water on their heads, no one would be in a good mood.

　　 "Maybe we..."

"I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while!" Harry said, in a tone that couldn't be denied, which made Fanlin feel a little helpless. Harry, Dumbledore and Voldemort, the connection between these three people is really weird. Tight.

Fortunately, they ate dinner and ignored Harry. Fanlin re-invested in the study of magic with peace of mind, and Hermione also started her own work, such as formulating future plans and routes. By the way Practice magic.

　　 After figuring out what Dumbledore wanted her to discover, the fairy tale book would completely lose its value, right?

　　 As for Harry...

　　The night is never so friendly to Harry Potter. When he was young, he would have nightmares, and then wait until a real connection with Voldemort is established...

　　 Headache, insomnia, depression... Overworked?

　　 In fact, Harry couldn't sleep at night.

The thoughts about the Death Sacred kept entwining him, his mind couldn’t rest for a moment, he kept thinking about that thought: magic wand, stone, cloak, if he had them all... I would open this sealed thing... but this seal is what happened? Why hasn't he got the stone yet? If he gets the stone, he can ask Dumbledore about those personal questions...

　　 Regarding the gods, regarding Voldemort, Harry had a lot of questions that he wanted to discuss with Dumbledore.

　　 Harry whispered to the Snitch in the dark. He used various methods, even the old-fashioned voice. Harry felt that he was a little bit frustrated. That's not Slytherin's secret room...

　　 But Harry still did that, even Harry wanted to harden it twice with a spell, but unfortunately, his familiarity with the wand was not high, and it would take at least some time before he returned to his normal level.

　　 Of course, all actions must have a result, very real, the golden ball still has not opened.

　　 There is also the wand, the elder wand, where is it hidden again? Where is Voldemort looking for now? Harry hoped his scars would burn again, and told him what Voldemort was thinking, because this was the first time he and Voldemort were thinking about the same thing...

　　 Of course Hermione can’t like this idea...

　　 Those who have the Deathly Hallows have no good results. Now Harry does not expect to find the wand, but at least use the other two to fight, or, find before Voldemort...

　　 Harry emptied his own brain, this idea is really unrealistic, they are not as efficient as Voldemort.

　　 Harry put his mouth on the snitch again, kissed it, almost swallowed it, but the cold metal did not compromise...

It was almost dawn, when Harry thought of Luna, maybe she was now alone in a small room in Azkaban, surrounded by dementors, and he suddenly felt ashamed of their behavior. .

　　 They almost completely forgot the fact that Luna was arrested when they were thinking about the Deathly Hallows.

　　 But even if they rescue her...

He and Fanlin did not fully adjust, and then, Azkaban was the home of the Dementors. The three of them did not have the power of Voldemort's combined. They directly blasted half of the building, as if they had opened a big one. Skylight...

　　Moreover, with so many dementors, it is almost impossible to succeed, and the bad atmosphere even makes it impossible to condense the magic smoothly.

Now Harry is seriously considering the feasibility of the matter, and the result is that he is not as good as Hermione. Harry can't even use that new holly wand to make a patron saint... He must learn this morning... ...But if there is any way to get a better wand...the desire for the wand of elders and the wand of death that is invincible once again swallowed him...

　　 The next morning they put the tent away and moved on in a dull rainstorm.

　　 The heavy rain continued until they reached the coast. They set up their tents that night and stayed there for a whole week. Although the surrounding scenery was picturesque, Harry still felt cold and depressed. The only thing he can think of is Death Saint.

　　 This thought is like a flame that keeps burning in his body.

　　 The longing for the holy thing keeps burning in his body, this is the only thing that makes him happy.

　　 Harry began to blame Hermione and Fanlin for their inaction. The discussion that day was like being forgotten by two people. Their indifference made him frustrated like a merciless rain, but this did not change his persistence.

　　 Of course, maybe because of irritation. After all, Dumbledore had left him with the resurrection stone, but the problem was that he couldn't open it at all.

　　 You know, he already has two pieces~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As long as the last one is collected...

　　 What Fanlin had said seemed to be thrown aside by Harry, but it was true, the Deathly Hallows, isn't it a tempting thing?

"Charmed?" When Harry showed enough indifference one night to point out to Hermione that he no longer cared about finding other Horcruxes recently, Hermione said in a low, unbearable voice: " We are not obsessed with anything, Harry! We are just doing what Dumbledore wants us to do!"

　　 But he was not affected by those criticisms. Dumbledore left his hints about the holy relic in the ciphertext to Hermione, and the resurrection stone was in the snitch left to him.

　　 Dumbledore’s meaning, maybe it’s obvious, isn’t it?

　　"One must die on the other hand...control death..." Why can't Hermione understand?

　　 There is also Fanlin. Fanlin also lost his interest in the Deathly Hallows, which made Harry feel... surprised?

　　 No matter what Fanlin is, at least Harry needs it now, right now, to gain strength...

　　 "The last enemy you will defeat is death..." Harry answered calmly.

　　 "I think the object we are dealing with seems to be a mysterious person?" Hermione shot back, and Harry gave up the idea of ​​persuading her.

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