HP Magic Biography

Harry tried his best to slap Ron's arm to keep him from screaming, and Ron seemed to regret his mistake.

In order to amplify the effect of the torture, Bellatrix used a spell to connect the dungeon and the hall so that the sound could be transmitted.

Bellatrix is ​​very good at creating fear, isn't it, just like the gift of a Death Eater, using fear...this is the most basic method.

Obviously, these voices were enough to drive Hermione crazy.

Listening to the footsteps in the hall, Dobby's huge tennis-shaped eyes opened round; he was shaking from head to toe. He returned to his former master's house, and it was obviously frightened.

"Harry Potter," he said with the smallest shiver, "Dobby is here to save you."

"But what do you..."

"Get out of me!" Fanlin roared in pain, followed by Bellatrix's yelling, coupled with a loud breaking sound, which became extremely noisy for a while.

"I mean, why did you come..." Harry asked bewildered, "I mean, can you take Fanlin away?"

"I'm afraid not, Harry Potter..." Dobby said tremblingly, panicked.

"He is your master, Dobby!" Hermione screamed, "You should..."

"But, Master El asked me to come...I mean, find Harry Potter and save you..." Dobby said hesitantly.

"what?"

"Dobby, Dobby doesn't know..." Dobby took two steps back. "Just now Dobby suddenly received news from Master Al..."

"You mean, Fanlin..."

The roar came from the hall again. Unlike the previous wailing, perhaps there was something new. In any case, Harry felt that this was not a good thing.

"Oh... well, can you apparate from this cellar?" Harry asked quickly, Dobby nodded, ears flapping.

"Then can you bring humans?"

Dobby nodded again.

"Great, Dobby, I want you to capture Luna, Dean, and Mr. Ollivander, and bring them... to... bring them to..."

"Bill and Fleur's house," Ron said suddenly, "Shell House, in the suburbs of Tinworth!"

The house elf nodded for the third time.

"Then come back," said Harry, "can you do it, Dobby?"

"Of course, Harry Potter," Dobby whispered.

"We are going to save Fanlin..." Harry said, "He is still on it, let's let..."

"I agree!" Hermione wiped a tear and stood up. "Dobby, execute the order!"

"Yes, hostess!" Dobby said, "Dobby will be back soon."

Dobby came to Mr. Ollivander, who was almost unconscious. He grabbed one hand of the wand maker and Shin Xiang Luna and Dean with the other, but neither of them moved.

"Harry, we want to help you!" Luna whispered.

"We leave you here... we can't help..." Dean said.

"You two go! We will see you at Bill and Fleur's house." Harry said, his scar hurting more than before. He looked down for a few seconds and saw not the wand maker, but another man, old and thin, smiling contemptuously.

"Then kill me, Voldemort. I welcome death but you won't get anything when I die... You don't know many things..."

He felt Voldemort's anger, but when the roar came from far away again, Harry tried to get rid of the picture and returned to the cellar where he was now.

It seems that Bellatrix’s spell has failed. They can only hear a little voice now. Harry has no way to tell what happened, but for sure, their cage is quiet now. terrible.

"Go!" Harry begged Luna and Dean, "Go! We'll follow soon, go!"

They grabbed the little fairy's outstretched fingers. With a loud voice, Dobby, Luna, Dean and Ollivander disappeared.

But there is no way to conceal it, the air burst sound caused by the Apparition is really too loud, especially if it is placed in a closed cage, which seems very abnormal.

"What sound!" a gloomy male voice came out. This did not come from the hall. It was in the corridor leading to the dungeon. Skyber sent them down, so naturally they couldn't leave.

Bellatrix will not let them participate...

"Wormtail, go to the dungeon to see..."

"Wormtail?" Harry raised a trace of anger, controlled Ron with the Imperius Curse, and tried to get Ron to use the Avada Spell to replace Sirius... all of this is called Wormtail Coward...

"He's not dead yet?" Harry said incredulously. He looked at Ron, seemingly asking for answers.

"Yes..." Ron's expression is a bit complicated. He has been imprisoned here these days, with Luna. To be honest, when facing Wormtail again, Ron doesn't know how to face it. , After all, Wormtail has spent more than ten years at Weasley’s as Scabbard...

"Very good!" Harry nodded, "Let's deal with him!"

They have no choice: if someone enters the room and sees three prisoners missing, they are done.

"Turn on the light," Harry added, then hid Hermione behind him.

They heard footsteps slowing down outside the door, and they both leaned against the walls on either side.

"Stand back," Wormtail said. "Stay away from the door. I'm going to open it."

The door opened quickly. Under the shining of three small sun-like **** of light floating in the air, Wormtail immediately saw the cellar, which was clearly empty.

The next second, Harry and Ron, who were hiding on both sides of the door, attacked him. Ron grabbed Wormtail's arm with the wand and pulled it up. Harry "slapped" his mouth with his hand, not letting him make a sound.

They wrestled quietly. Wormtail's wand sparked; his right hand grasped Harry's throat firmly.

"What's wrong, Wormtail?" Skyber called from above.

"No...what!" Ron replied in anxious manner, imitating Wormtail's panting voice as much as possible, "Everything is fine!"

Harry couldn't breathe.

"Do you want to... kill me?" Harry was suffocating, trying to grab Wormtail's fingers. "After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail!"

Suddenly, the clasped fingers loosened slightly.

This was beyond Harry's expectation: the opportunity should not be missed. He broke free abruptly, still covering Wormtail's mouth with his hand, and then he rode on.

He saw that the watery eyes of this mouse-like person were full of fear and surprise: He seemed to feel the same as Harry for what his hands had just done, and for the little kindness he had just shown. Surprised. He struggled more fiercely, as if trying to cover up his fragility at that moment.

"You **** scum, you have to pay the price!"

With a bang, Harry's fist hit Wormtail's nose bone hard.

Harry threw his fist so hard that his hand smashed the bridge of Peter's nose, leaving a large patch of blood on Peter's face.

But Harry did not intend to stop, as if he had found a catharsis. Harry hit Wormtail’s face with punch after punch, blood splashing Harry’s face, but Harry didn’t realize it. Stop by yourself.

His fists are all worn out, and the blood is mixed...

Wormtail seemed to have lost all resistance, like a dead man, apart from the muffled sound, there was only Harry's heavy breathing.

"Enough... Harry..." Ron stretched out his hand with a complicated expression. "He is going to die..."

"This is the price he deserves!" Harry panted, took two steps back, and Wormtail curled up all over, blood flowing from under his body...

"We will get this," Ron whispered, pulling Wormtail's wand out of his other hand.

"Harry, what are you..." Before Ron finished speaking, Harry staggered forward two steps.

"Give me the wand!"

"what?"

"I said, give me the wand!" Harry shouted.

The dying Wormtail was like opening a floodgate to Harry's emotions. Harry almost solved Wormtail with a punch and punch, and released his emotions without restraint...

"Here... here you..." Ron couldn't believe his eyes, Harry's face...

"Remember, this is what you deserve!" Harry said, stepping past Peter Peter who collapsed on the ground...

He felt unworthy for Sirius and Lupin. Maybe he was a little sorry for them and couldn't let them solve it by himself.

Suddenly... a strong burning sensation spread across Harry's forehead again. It felt like the scar was splitting his brain once again, and then burning everything on the faint green flame...

In the next second, the real environment around Harry disappeared: he was now Voldemort. The scrawny wizard in front of him laughed at him with his mouth open.

Inexplicably, an anger filled Harry's mind, or rather, Voldemort's emotions.

There are always all kinds of people, and every kind of person will definitely have a dead person.

For example, the old man in front of him, facing Voldemort, he could still laugh.

Harry understood a little, but he didn't quite understand it, but Harry was certain that Voldemort...or rather, he...will not let him go.

"Then, kill me!" the old man demanded, "you can't win, you can't win! That magic wand will never be yours..."

"You don't seem to understand it yet." Voldemort squeezed the old man's face with one hand, like a red soldering iron, the traces of his fingers were tightly on the old man's face.

"I mean, I have conquered death?"

"You are just an arrogant user!" the old man cried frantically, "Conquer death?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I am not asking you or asking for your opinion. I will repeat it at the end and hand over the wand."

"Of course I know it well," the old man said. "I also told you that it is not with me. I know you are back and stronger than I expected, but you are really bad!"

The old man laughed suddenly, which was extremely harsh in Harry's ears.

Voldemort was extremely angry: the green light filled the prison, and the old man's fragile body bounced off its hard bed, fell again, and died.

Voldemort returned to the window, unable to restrain his anger...

The old guy who doesn't know how to promote is like the stubbornness of a whole era...

"Ha... Harry... wake up, Harry..." Hermione's cry pulled Harry from fantasy back to reality.

It doesn’t feel good to invade other people’s brains. Regardless of who you are, the spirits of each other are crushed by each other. This is probably the least defensive battle. In the spiritual world, even a little thought can be Transformed into the most substantial and sharp offense.

Harry covered his forehead with some pain, and the blood stunned him, not to mention the rising breath of killing...

"How are you, Harry..."

"I...I saw him..." Hard beat his head hard.

"Mysterious man?" Ron was startled, which was not good news for them.

"He is back?"

"No..." Harry said, "He just killed a person, I'm not sure, that was the previous owner of the old wand, but he didn't get the wand..."

Harry took a breath and tried to calm himself.

"We have to hurry up, I'm not sure when he will be back, but maybe not soon..."

"Wormtail, what's the situation below?"

Skyber's voice came in from the upper part of the passage, which knocked the three of them off.

Ron hurriedly imitated, but it seemed that Voldemort's news had too much impact for him, so that Ron's voice was somewhat deformed...

"Just... come..."

With one mouth, Ron knew what was wrong, because at least three people rushed down at the same time because of a series of heavy footsteps in the originally quiet passage.

"I'll take care of them..." Harry pulled Hermione behind him. The wizard without a wand was especially a girl. In this case, there was very little that could be done.

"Can you..." Ron said uncertainly. He looked at Wormtail, which was already motionless, and Ron was really uncertain about Harry's state.

Harry just killed him alive...

"Do you have a better way?"

The footsteps are getting closer...

"Get out of the way!" Harry reached out and pushed Ron aside~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then, he flicked his wand, and a blasting curse mixed with endless fire light swept along the only way to the upper level. .

Wormtail’s wand is much easier to use than the holly wood dragon nerve wand that Fanlin gave him. Perhaps it’s because Harry got rid of Wormtail by himself. Fanlin said that the wand can be plundered, as long as You have defeated the opponent and the opponent's wand is willing to accept your words.

Regardless of emotional issues, Harry's talent is beyond doubt compared to Peter Pettigrew.

But Harry didn't have time to be pleasantly surprised. He wasn't sure how effective his spell could be. In short, it was much better than he thought, because Harry heard the explosion and two screams.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to have no so-called heart burden, at least when facing these Death Eaters right now.

They have always wanted to kill themselves, why can't they take their own way for granted?

"Let's go to the hall to save Fanlin..." Harry said in a low voice, wiping the blood splashed on his face with his sleeve. "They have to pay, right? I'll go out first, you two. If I hit someone, you will grab the wand, and then we will completely..."