HP Magic Biography

Hermione Van Lin and Ron are now lying on the dragon's back. To be honest, this makes Fan Lin a little embarrassed.

Because of being imprisoned in an underground cave for a long time, the dragon in front of him seemed to have forgotten how to fly.

She simply stirred her wings, but she couldn't fly after a long time.

The huge wings drove the airflow and knocked down the surrounding fairies, but in a short time no one came to attack them.

"Go away, big guy!" Fanlin didn't care about the consequences, and his wand pointed at the wall in front of him and exploded the wall. Visible to the naked eye, the dragon's figure drastically sank downward, and a sense of weightlessness came. Fan Lin's heart almost jumped out.

"Grab tight!" Fanlin shouted, using his magic wand to try to make the dragon float.

I have to admit that even Dumbledore cannot rely on the Levitation Charm to hold up an adult dragon. What Fanlin can do is help the dragon's wings retrieve his abilities.

The weightlessness of the falling seems to have broken the dragon's heart. The two fleshy wings waved vigorously, and the huge updraft supported his huge body.

Rarely, this white dragon barely flew up.

Perhaps it was the abyss that stimulated the dragon's senses. It uttered a long moan and spewed out flames, and the two fairies next to it turned into coke almost immediately.

It seems that he has completely adapted to his own wings. After all, this comes from the instinct of creatures. What's more, the wisdom of the dragon itself is not low.

As soon as their wings flapped, the dragon flew towards the open exit. It was better at first, but when they flew up, their backs almost wiped the ceiling. The demon elves can only wield the short sword and watch it pass by.

"We may never get up. It's too big." Hermione screamed. The dragon spouted flames again, burning down the entire tunnel. In order to avoid, the dragon tore the road with his claws along the way.

The heat and dust made Fanlin almost unable to open his eyes. He endured the falling rocks and the roar of the dragon, clinging to the dragon's back, for fear of being shaken down.

"We have to find a way to rush out, Hermione, explode it, let's get together!" Fanlin said quickly, pointing his wand to the sky, and then Hermione shouted, "Fall apart!"

With a huge roar accompanied by a large amount of rubble falling, Fanlin had to curl up as much as possible to protect Hermione under him.

Fanlin and the two were helping the dragon to open a passage on its way to fresher air, away from the shouts and clanging of the demons and elves, while Ron continued to resist the curse that flew from behind, Dang Luo When Eun pulled out his hand and started to blast the ceiling, the dragon seemed to finally feel the hope of escape, and freedom and a vast world were in front of him.

The passage behind them was filled with huge rocks and stalactites crushed by a cone-shaped dragon tail. The clinking of the fairies seemed to be muffled. In front, the dragon cleared the way with his own flame. In the end, under the dual power of the dragon's barbaric power and their curse, they rushed out of the tunnel and entered the marble hall.

His spine broke through the floor of the Gringa, and then the claws on the wings laid on the ground of the Gringa.

Since the establishment of Gringotts, it seems that nothing like this has ever happened.

Gringotts was destroyed by the adult fire dragon that he tamed, something that a fairy had never thought of for thousands of years.

The wizards and goblins trembled, and a mood called panic spread across the hall.

They ran around looking for cover, but the dragon seemed to have no time to pay attention to these little reptiles, and he finally had room to stretch his wings: it stretched its horned head towards the cool air. Then he flew up with Fanlin, Hermione, and Ron still clinging to his back.

It slammed open the metal door forcibly, and the door slumped weakly on the hinge. Then it staggered into Diagon Alley and went straight into the sky.

In fact, they can’t control the direction at all. Even the dragon doesn’t know where it is going. Fanlin also knows that once the dragon makes a sharp turn or rolls in the air, it will be difficult for them to stick to it. Its broad back is gone.

It didn't matter to him, but Hermione and Ron, he couldn't fly with them.

They were flying higher and higher in the air, and London spread out below them, which looked like a two-color map of gray and green. Fanlin was uncontrollably grateful for being able to escape from the desperate situation this time. He crouched low under the beast's neck, clinging to the metal skin, the cool breeze soothed his blistered skin, and the wings of the dragon flapping the air like the blades of a pair of windmills.

Behind him, I don't know if it was because of happiness or fear. Ron had been cursing loudly, and Hermione seemed to be crying all the time.

After about five minutes, Fanlin stopped worrying about being thrown away by the dragon. It kept flying forward, seeming to just want to get away from the underground prison as far as possible; but when and how they want to go down, this is still Worrying. He didn't know how far the dragon could fly without landing, nor did he know where this very rare dragon would choose to land.

Fortunately, Voldemort's news is far less sensitive, otherwise Tom himself is definitely waiting for him outside.

As for, when will Voldemort know that they invaded the Lestrange family vault? How long does it take the goblins of Gringotts to inform the Malfoy family? How long will it take them to know what was stolen? When will they discover that Jinbei is missing?

Finally, Voldemort would know that they were looking for Horcrux.

However, it now seems that Lucius Malfoy should have the more headache, how should he explain the fact that the Death Eaters under his hand have disappeared forever, and Bellatrix, this one in the Death Eaters team The only special existence.

But Tom shouldn't care. Except for his own life, Tom Dou can be indifferent to everyone else.

However, how Fanlin should arrange for the following days is indeed a difficult problem.

In fact, Fanlin is not sure if Dumbledore can really find the strength to fight Tom, and Harry, how to solve the soul fragments in Harry?

The dragon seemed to yearn for cooler and fresher air. It rose slowly, passing through wisps of cold clouds, and Fanlin El could no longer see the colorful vehicles that pierced inside and outside the city. In this way, they flew over the greenish-brown villages, over the roads and small rivers winding on the ground, which looked like strips of rough or smooth ribbons.

"What do you think it is looking for?" Ron shouted loudly, they were flying northward and farther.

"I don't know." Fanlin roared behind him.

His clenched hands were frozen and unconscious, and he didn't dare to move. A few warming spells went on and the situation of the three people was better. He thought for a while, what would they do if the dragon flew to the sea? He suddenly wanted to know, when was the last time this behemoth ate? It must eat soon, right? Also, what if it knew that there were three edible humans behind it?

However, after leaving Gringotts, you can use Phantom Shift and everything is no longer a problem, but Fanlin doesn’t want to do this. It’s rare that a few people completely relax, and the trip on the dragon seems to be no problem. So unacceptable.

The sun was moving low and low in the increasingly indigo sky; the dragon was still flying, the town below appeared in sight, and the shadow of the giant beast was sliding on the ground like a huge dark cloud.

The weather today is good, at least Fanlin thinks so.

Pulling Hermione over, several people were firmly fixed on the dragon's back.

In fact, it was uncomfortable. The dragon's scales were as hard as metal. Fanlin was considering whether to use a softening spell, but Fanlin wanted to communicate with this big guy.

After all, unlike other fire dragons, an adult dragon is almost extinct in the impression.

However, Fanlin didn't want to use magical power to alarm this big guy who had just escaped to the sky. In fact, because Fanlin used his mental power to stimulate the dragon's brain before, Fanlin was still slightly dizzy.

It felt like the constant buzzing of a siren.

"Is this an illusion?" Ron yelled after a long period of silence. "Could it be that we are descending?"

"It should be like this!" Hermione responded, looking down.

Fanlin followed and looked down. The dark green mountains and lakes showed a bronze-like color under the dusk. He looked obliquely from the side of the giant dragon, and the land gradually became larger and clearer. Fanliwang thought that the lake reflected the sunlight, emitting this dazzling light. The dragon hovered over one of the smaller lakes, flying lower and lower.

"We will jump when it gets low enough!" Fanlin shouted to the people behind. "Before it finds us, just jump into the water!"

They agreed, and Hermione looked weak. At this time Harry saw the large lower abdomen of the fire dragon begin to slide on the water.

"Take advantage of it now!" He slid down from the side of the dragon, and fell straight with his feet touching the water. The impact of the water was stronger than he expected, falling like a rock into this cold, reed green world. He stepped on the water upstream, rushed out of the lake to take a breath, and then saw the ripples in the place where Ron and Hermione fell into the water, rippling away in circles.

The dragon didn't seem to notice anything; now fifty feet away from them, it swooped low above the lake, scooping up the water with its scarred mouth.

When Ron and Hermione came out of the water, coughing and panting, the dragon flew up, flapping its wings strenuously, and landed on a shallow beach nearby.

Fanlin swam to Hermione first, then took the girl to the other side and ashore. The lake is not deep, but compared to swimming in the water, cutting a path through the reeds and mud is a more serious problem. Finally, they dragged their drenched bodies, exhausted and panting, and fell on the smooth grass.

Hermione almost collapsed, shivering as she coughed.

Fanlin could have lied down happily and had a good night's sleep, but he still stood up tremblingly, took out his wand, and cast a protective spell around him as usual. When he was done, he came to the other two people.

After escaping from the vault, this was the first time he took a good look at his friends. Ron and Hermione's faces and hands were red, and several holes were burned in their clothes.

I have to admit that even in a bad situation, they have not been so embarrassed.

They trembled in pain when Fanlin applied the mint fragrance to their wounds.

Hermione took out the bottle, poured out three glasses of pumpkin juice brought from the shell hut, and took out everyone's dry clothes. They changed their clothes and drank the juice in one gulp.

Ron sat looking at his newly grown skin and said, "The good thing is that we got the Horcrux, but the bad thing is..."

"There is no sword," Hermione said through gritted teeth, and Fanlin was dripping mint fragrance from the hole in the back of Hermione's jacket onto the hot wound.

"No sword," Ron repeated. "That deceitful bastard..."

Fanlin took the Horcrux out of the drenched jacket pocket and placed it on the grass in front of him. Under the shining of the sun, the Horcrux gleamed, and after drinking the drink, they stared at the Horcrux closely.

"Leave this Horcrux here with me first. Destroying it now will definitely alarm Voldemort. It's not that Harry can't exactly grasp Voldemort's movements." Fanlin said, looking at Hermione and Ron.

The last Ginny controlled by the Horcrux was still at Hogwarts. Fanlin didn't want to make something similar to the Slytherin heir. It was a bit scary to happen to the three of them.

"Did the pull ring finally fall?" Ron said. When he flew up, Ron looked into the abyss of Gringotts, and there was still a deep distance under the Bellatrix vault.

"Yes, I think he should not be able to survive." Fanlin said, even though he was prepared, he was very annoyed by the behavior of the goblin trying to keep them all behind.

Hermione looked across the distant lake, where the dragon was still drinking.

"Stop discussing that annoying fairy, what do you think will happen to it?" she asked, "Is it okay?"

"You sound like Hagrid," Ron said. "That's a dragon, Hermione. It can take care of itself. It's us who worry about it now."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know how to tell you this," Ron said, "but I think they might have noticed us breaking into Gringotts."

Immediately all three of them laughed, and the laugh was out of control. Fanlin’s ribs ached sharply. He was so hungry that he was so dizzy and dizzy. He was lying on the grass under the gradual redness of the sky, smiling, until his throat was sore as torn. Just stopped.

"What do we do next?" Hermione said, and she coughed solemnly. "He always knows, doesn't he? The mysterious man will find out that we know about his Horcrux!"

"Maybe they will be afraid to tell him!" Ron said with the last glimmer of hope, "maybe they will cover it up..."

"This is not very realistic. After all, we almost demolished the entire Gringotts, and Che was riding this guy out of Diagon Alley with great fanfare." Fanlin smiled faintly. Regarding what they did, the present Apart from Tom and Dumbledore in the magical world, there should be no more crazier than them.

Fanlin panted, holding Hefpaff's gold cup in one hand.

The relics of the four founders were all preached by everyone, and then they were found out one by one by Tom to make them into Horcruxes. It is true that Tom was the most talented wizard more than twenty years ago.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione asked, resting her upper body with both hands.

"Contact..." Fanlin said, since Harry can contact Voldemort's brain through Voldemort's soul fragments, then Fanlin should...

"What are you talking about? Fanlin... Fanlin..."

The sky, the smell of the lake, and Hermione's voice all disappeared.

Hefpaff's golden cup is like a huge whirlpool. With Fanlin's gaze, the spirit is constantly being stripped from Fanlin's body.

The pain was like a knife splitting Fanlin's head, and then, a cold numb sensation surged to swallow Fanlin.

This is much more uncomfortable than entering the pens.

For the first time, Voldemort's inner world appeared in front of Fanlin's eyes, just as Fanlin had thought before. Voldemort's world was filled with coldness, evil, death and killing.

Compared with the Horcruxes, diaries or resurrection stone rings that Fanlin had come into contact with before, the soul fragments in them still retained human parts.

Has Voldemort completely abandoned his human identity?

Perhaps in the subconscious, Tom has separated himself from others.

But it is certain that the room in Voldemort's inner world has been immersed in pitch black, and the door is like a strange morning star, becoming the only light source in this world.

Following Voldemort's rage, the door was opened by a gap.

Fanlin controlled his consciousness to drift over, and in a blink of an eye, the scene before him changed. This was probably what Harry could experience.

Now, he was standing in a dimly lit room, a group of wizards lined up in a semicircle in front of him, and a shivering shadow was kneeling under his feet.

"What did you say to me?" Tom's voice was so high and cold, but his heart was burning with fury and fear. The one thing he feared the most was... that must not be true, he didn't know how they would...

The goblin trembled, not daring to look up at the scarlet eyes.

"Tell me again!" Voldemort said lowly, "Tell me again!"

"I, my master," screamed the goblin, his dark eyes widened with fear, "I, my master, we tried, tried to stop him, they... impersonators, pretenders, me, My master... they broke into, broke into... into Mrs. Lestrange's vault..."

"Impersonator? What impostor? I thought Gringotts has many ways to expose imposters. Who are they?"

"Yes, it's Al, Fanlin Al and Liang, two accomplices..." The goblin stammered, and he couldn't control his emotions at all.

In front of Voldemort, this bad mood is constantly being amplified.

"Al?" Voldemort was a little surprised. "Who are those two people? Potter? And that Mudblood?"

"No... I don't know... One of them is Mudblood..." the goblin said quickly, "But... Bo... Potter didn't come, my master... Mudblood played Mrs. Lestrange ...Then the one who controlled us with the Imperius Curse..."

"So, did they get it?" Tom's voice increased, and a wave of fear rose in vain, "Tell me! What did they take?"

"One...a small, small golden cup, cup, me, my master." The fairy said tremblingly, stunned, a twilight atmosphere surrounded Fanlin, it felt like he was hiding in an ancient mausoleum In general, this comes from Tom's body.

However, Fanlin couldn't see what happened to Tom's body. Leaving this room, he would definitely be discovered by Tom. This is not like Harry, who has merged with Tom's soul. Strictly speaking, Ha Lee is like a part of Tom.

However, Fanlin could still hear Tom let out an angry scream, which sounded like a stranger.

He was mad, he was angered; it could not be true, it was impossible, no one knew.

The boy must have said it, but... how could that boy have discovered his secret?

The old magic wand swayed violently in the air, and the green light was drawn around the room like a whip; the kneeling goblin curled up and died; the watching wizards dispersed in front of him in fear; Lucius Malfoy, who was on the side, left the others pale and rushed towards the door; his wand fell again and again, and those who were left were killed. Everyone, those who brought the news. Those who gave it to him, those who heard the golden cup.

Now, there are no people alive in the whole hall. Tom is pacing back and forth in the corpse alone, and a picture flashes before his eyes: his treasure, his safety measures, the dependence on which he once moved towards immortality... diary Was destroyed, the gold cup was stolen.

What if, what if the boy and his companions knew of several other Horcruxes? If he knows, has he already taken action? Has he found more Horcruxes? Was Dumbledore the first servant of all this? Dumbledore was always suspicious of him; but Dumbledore had died under his orders; Dumbledore’s wand was now his; but Dumbledore saved the boy from the shame of death, the boy... …

However, if the boy and his companions had indeed destroyed one of his Horcruxes, he, Voldemort would know, shouldn't they be able to feel it? He is the greatest wizard; he is the most powerful wizard; he, the killer who got rid of Dumbledore and many other useless anonymous people.

How could Voldemort not know when his most important and precious things are being attacked and destroyed?

However, in fact, when the diary was destroyed, he hadn't noticed it at all, but he thought it was because he was almost like a ghost at the time... there was no body to feel.

No, for sure, other Horcruxes are safe.

No one has touched the other Horcruxes... But he must know, he must be sure... He paced in the room and kicked it away when he passed the corpse of the goblin. Some pictures burned in his mind: the lake, the hut, and Hogwarts... Now his anger has subsided a little.

How did the boy know that he hid the ring in Gunter's cabin? No one knows that he is related to Gunter, he has hidden this connection, and the murders have never been traced to him. That ring, for sure, is safe.

How could that boy, or anyone else, know that cave or trespassed through those protective institutions? The idea that the locket was stolen is simply ridiculous.

As for the one in the school, only he knew where the Horcrux was hidden at Hogwarts, not to mention that there was a secret mechanism that he was proud of that he knew only...

There is also that body, it must still be locked up now, it will always be under his protection, it is impossible to get out of the forbidden ground, and he now has the power of death, even if the Horcrux is destroyed...

But it is certain, and it is imperative that he must return to each of his hiding places, and at the same time, he must strengthen the protective measures around each Horcrux... Other things, such as finding the old wand, he has to Why...where should he go first? Which one is the most dangerous? A familiar feeling of uneasiness flickered in his heart. Dumbledore already knew his Christian name... Dumbledore might have thought of the Gunter family... that abandoned old house, perhaps, was the least secure He should go there first...and the lake, surely impossible...Although Dumbledore had a glimmer of hope to learn about some of his past crimes from the orphanage.

Hogwarts, he knew the Horcrux was safe there.

It is impossible for Potter and others to enter Hogsmeade Village without knowing it, let alone the school.

However, Snape should still be reminded that the boy and his companions will try to sneak into the castle again. It is better to be careful...

But he wouldn't be so stupid to tell Snape why the boy had sneaked back to school, a mistake he had made with Bellatrix and Malfoy. Isn't their stupidity and careless enough to prove what a wrong decision to trust in them?

He will first go to the old house of Gunter to determine the safety of the Horcrux, but before that, there is really no need for Gringotts to exist.

A gray light spread out from under Tom's feet visible to the naked eye.

With the contact of light, it was like being struck by endless time. The surrounding things, including corpses and buildings, were corroded bit by bit, until they turned into dust.

The role of the Ministry of Magic is really bad. He needs that item, that? A tool that can control time, damn... Alex didn't work hard...

If that thing is there, you can completely get rid of your current state, and you can use such power unscrupulously.

He strode across the room, through the auditorium, and into the dark garden with fountains. He summoned the new-born Nagini in a snake-like voice, and it slid and crawled over, following him like a long shadow.

The door was closed at this moment, and Fanlin's spirit was immediately expelled. With the help of Horcrux, Fanlin retreated safely, and the flow of blood returned to Fanlin's consciousness with strength and warmth.

Opening his eyes, he was lying on the shore of the lake in the afterglow of the setting sun, and Ron and Hermione on both sides were watching him with concern.

It seemed that he suddenly entered Voldemort's world through Horcrux, which frightened the two of them.

On the grass in front, he saw the golden cup lying there alone, while the deep blue lake in the distance reflected the golden spots of the setting sun.

"He found it." After hearing Voldemort's loud roar, Fanlin felt that his voice sounded strange and low. "He discovered our actions and is now rushing to check other Horcruxes. And the last one," Fanlin had stood up, "the last one was tightly protected by Voldemort, we can't do it now."

Fanlin said, recalling what had flashed in Voldemort's mind before.

Body...

Fanlin probably knew what it was. It was like a part of the power and flesh and blood hidden under Hogwarts. There is no doubt that Voldemort was crazy enough. He made the body of death in the vampire forbidden area the last A Horcrux, in this way, the vampire family must go.

But what about Harry?

Also, things that control time...

"Hermione, do you know what can control time?" Fanlin asked suddenly, which made him feel a little confused.

"Control the time?" Hermione replied, "Why would you ask that? And, what did you say Voldemort knew?"

"I just entered Tom's consciousness through him." Fanlin said, grabbing Hefpaff's gold cup in his hand, "So I know some secrets about him!"

"Are you crazy, that's... Voldemort..." Hermione roared and pointed at Fanlin's body. "Look at you, what are you doing?"

"Don't be so nervous, Hermione..." Fanlin said in a low voice, with a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, "but Harry is not here now, we can't control Voldemort..."

Fanlin said, feeling something warm and moist from his nose, and a pungent **** smell spread...

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione was immediately nervous.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that it may have been out of the body for too long." Fan Lin gasped for a while, then cleaned his body with a cleansing technique.

"You answer me first, Hermione, is there anything that can control time, I mean, at the Ministry of Magic..."

"Control...I don't know what the concept is, but using it, there will be..."

"Time converter?"

"Yes..." Hermione nodded, "The only one I know, the time converter made by the Ministry of Magic, do you remember, we have used..."

"Oh, yes, yes, I know." Fanlin knocked on his head with some headache.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked with concern. "You are not well there?"

"No, I just don't want to understand..." Fanlin said, "If the Ministry of Magic has the ability to make a time converter, what is Voldemort looking for? He needs items that can control time. This may be related to his latest power. , The ability to pronounce the death of all things, Hermione, I just saw that Gringotts has been destroyed by Voldemort, like dust, completely cleaned up, I think he may have deprived Gring Ge’s time, but..."

"but what?"

"Maybe the power of the Ministry of Magic's time converter is not satisfied with Voldemort's power... This feels weird, I think..."

"However, Professor McGonagall told me that when I applied for the time converter." Hermione said, "The Ministry of Magic currently does not have the ability to make such items as time converters. In fact, it is not just magic. Department, the Association of Alchemists has no way to make time converters, because they all lack one thing..."

"what?"

"Sample..." Hermione said, "That is the oldest time converter. In fact, all time converters are made based on the oldest sample. The wizard did not give the tool to reverse the time. The source of all these powers comes from the original one."

"The first one?" Fanlin's eyes lit up, "Do you know?"

"I don't know." Hermione said, "Professor McGonagall told me that Mage Merlin left the original time converter in the UK. Later, the Ministry of Magic was established. It is very likely that the time converter will be in the Ministry of Magic. Men, but according to records, the time converter was lost very early. The International Alchemy Association once applied to the Ministry of Magic, and they even sent people to assist the wizards of the Ministry to find... But in the end nothing was obtained, and many even participated. The wizards who were looking for have all evaporated. Some people say that they found the original time converter, and then together with them, they are completely lost in time."

"Time Hall?" Fanlin said, "Do you remember that wizard who was rejuvenated without limit?"

"Uh... what do you want to say?"

"Perhaps that is the entrance." Fanlin said, "Besides, I can't think of anything that can have such an effect."

"You don't want to go there to find a time converter, Fanlin, you tell me the truth, did you plan that way?" Hermione looked at Fanlin sternly, as if he didn't answer. Posture.

"Yes, and it's necessary, Hermione, we can't fight that kind of ability. I don't want any of us to leave, do you understand?"

"But..." Hermione looked at Fanlin helplessly, "It's not..."

"Not now." Fanlin shook his head, and stroked Hermione's cheek with one hand. "Before I go, I can't help but prepare. Since so many people can't find it, I don't think Voldemort will There is a chance, but before that, we must first solve Harry’s problem. The initial plan will not work. We can’t destroy all the Horcruxes. Therefore, we must first find a way to cut off Harry and Voldemort’s contact."

"But... how do you do this?" Hermione looked at Van Lin in confusion, "Dumbledore tried countless ways, but it didn't work... Fan Lin, I want to ask you a question, Harry... "

"What?" Fanlin looked at Hermione, and then at Ron, who was sitting next to him without a word.

"Harry, is he..."

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That's right, Hermione, you didn't think it was wrong." Fanlin said with certainty, it is not surprising that Hermione could guess that Harry is a Horcrux, after all, Fanlin has already Relying on Horcrux did the same thing as Harry.

"Then... Isn't Harry..."

"Oh, no, no, Hermione, you don't need to be like this..." Fanlin shook his head, and held the crying Hermione in his arms.

Ron looked confused.

What and what is this?

Why suddenly two people hug each other?

"what are you guys saying?"

"It's nothing, Ron..." Fanlin took a breath and patted Hermione's back lightly. "Come on, we have to make a new plan."

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