Chapter 1209

A few seconds later, van Lin felt that he could breathe again.

It's not very good to be moved with a phantom, especially when four people are crowded together. Fanlin feels that someone has stepped on his chest before his feet, but he disappears in a trance.

I opened my eyes and saw them standing in the middle of a familiar and humble square surrounded by crumbling old houses.

As the headquarters of the order of the Phoenix, although it is a bit desolate, it is a good choice. Especially after Sirius came back, the Black family's natural protection seemed to be prepared for it.

But since Snape betrayed, it has been voted unanimously and abandoned.

The order of the Phoenix can't put the comfort of the whole organization on a magic spell that has failed.

With the help of memory, they quickly found the 12th, because the Secret Keeper Dumbledore told them the location of the house. They rushed there, carefully checking whether someone was following them along the way. They ran up the stone steps and Harry knocked on the front door with his wand.

After a series of metal clicks and chain clicks, the door creaked open and four men entered. As Harry closed the door, the old gas lights suddenly came on, and the flickering light lit up the corridor.

this house as like as two peas in their memory, weird, spider web, the crazy spirit hanging on the wall, casting strange shadows on the stairs, and the long black curtain obscured the Sirius mother's portrait.

The only thing that wasn't in place was the umbrella stand on the troll's legs, which fell to one side quietly, as if Tonks had knocked it down again.

It turns out that Mrs. Weasley's clean-up campaign is useless.

Even Sirius didn't want to come back to the house since he abandoned it.

"I think someone's been here," Hermione whispered, pointing to it.

"Oh, I think I heard from Moody." "Except kretcher, it's Moody's and they've been here," Van leen said

"What about the curse they used to deal with Snape?" Harry asked.

"Maybe it won't start until he has those curses?" Said Ron. They were always close together, standing on the doormat, with their backs against the door, afraid to enter the house.

"Oh, please, we can't stay here without going," said Harry, taking a step forward.

"Severus Snape?" Mad eye Moody's voice came low out of the dark, and Harry jumped back.

"We're not Snape!" Harry said, before a rush of air-conditioned air-conditioner, that he almost didn't curl his tongue. In a flash, his tongue returned to normal. Ron and Hermione seem to have experienced such unpleasant feelings.

"Hey, you should rest assured!" 'said Fanlin, taking back the cloak, which, obviously, is more practical with the magic of the cloak.

To tell you the truth, Fanlin felt that he was a little weak, which made him not adapt to

"Naken It must be It's crazy The knot set by mad eye man for Snape The curse of tongue Hermione waitrebaba said, as if to vomit.

"It's very useful. It can effectively organize witches to use magic."

"But it's a little too hard." Vaseline used his wand to click on Hermione's throat. For the first time, it was necessary to trace back to the source to remove a spell.

Harry took another step carefully.

Suddenly, something began to move in the shadow at the end of the corridor. Before they could tell what was going on, a terrible gray brown figure suddenly rose from the carpet; Hermione screamed, Mrs. Black screamed, and lifted her curtains; the gray figure slid towards them, faster and faster, with its long hair and beard on her waist After the flutter, the face deep inward depression, no meat, empty eye socket So familiar, but so strange, he raised an arm, blue and white palm full of blue and black cracks.

"No!" Cried Harry, raising his wand without knowing what to use. "No! Not us! We didn't kill you... "

Just talking about killing words, the figure suddenly exploded, leaving only a large dust.

Harry coughed and looked around with tears in his eyes, while Hermione curled up and seemed unable to stop crying for a moment.

This made Fanlin a little surprised. He didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore is indeed dead, but for van Lin, the result seems not so difficult to accept, and now, Moody's even arranged Dumbledore's illusion to deal with the possible arrival of Snape.

I have to admit that if Snape did betray them, it would have scared him. Moreover, the illusion was not just an explosion.

In a flash, Vaseline clearly captured other curses, the curse of aging and even death, and several of them were far from reaching the trigger condition.

But what about Snape?If the Dark Lord is forced to head, for the sake of planning, it is not safe here.

In fact, a lot of times, van Lin is not sure whether Snape betrayed them or not.

Dumbledore's death plan

”Ok Well He's gone Disappeared... " Van Lin took Hermione and buried his nose in Hermione's hair.

Mrs. Black was still screaming, and the dust and the blue light of the gas lamp swirled around Harry like a mist.

"Mud seed, dirty thing, shameful stain, shameful stain in the house of my ancestors..."

"Shut up!" Yelled Harry, pointing his wand straight at her. With a loud noise, a red spark, the curtain closed and the sound disappeared.

"Well It was... " Ron asked in a low voice when he came to his senses and got up from the ground.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, "but that's not really him. It's just something to scare Snape."

"But is that really useful?"

Harry didn't know, could Snape blow up this terrible figure easily? Like killing real Dumbledore?

"Useful, there are other magic behind this, but what trigger conditions should be satisfied..." Said Fanlin, clutching Hermione's hand.

"The condition is Snape?" Ron asked carefully.

Van Lin nodded.

This makes Harry very uncomfortable, his nerves are still tingling, Harry walked in front of the hall, since van Lin briefly abandoned, Harry has become the strongest fighting force, which makes Harry have to be alert to new terrorist events, but in fact, there is no movement except a mouse passing over the skirting board.

"I think we'd better check it out before we go further in," whispered Hermione, lifting her wand and saying, "show me!"

Nothing happened.

"Oh, you must be scared," Ron shrugged disapprovingly. "Don't be too nervous. What's the use of that?"

"It can do what I want it to do!" Hermione was quite angry and said, "that's the mantra to show the hidden man, and there's no one here but us!"

"Besides us, there's old dust," said Ron, glancing at the patch on the carpet from which the corpse figure had risen.

"Oh, let's go upstairs," Hermione looked at the place with some fear, which made the girl feel a little numb. "Shall we go back to our room?"

She led the way up the creaking stairs to the living room on the second floor. Hermione shivered slightly in this windy room. Waving her wand to light up the old-fashioned gas lamps, she sank into the sofa, arms clasped tightly to her chest.

Fanlin went through the living room to the window and opened the heavy velvet curtain.

"There's no one out there," Van Lin observed carefully. "It seems that there should be no mark on Harry, otherwise they would have followed by now, but What's the matter with you, Harry? "

All of a sudden, Fanlin called.

Harry gave a cry of pain. His scar burned again. Something flashed through his mind like a light on the water. He saw a huge shadow, and felt a fury that was not his own, as violent and short as an electric shock.

"What do you see?" Fanlin frowned and walked up to Harry. "Did you see him in my house?"

"No, I'm just angry He was really angry... "

"He may be in the burrow," Ron exclaimed, somewhat alarmed. "What else? What else do you see? Is he casting a spell on whom

"No, I just feel angry I can't say... "

Harry felt as if he was being coerced. He was very confused, but Hermione couldn't help him either. He just worried and said, "your scar hurts again? How could this happen? I thought that connection had long been closed! "

"It's just closed for a while," Harry muttered, his scar still aching, which made it hard for him to concentrate, "I I think as long as he loses control, the connection will open. This is what he used to be... "

"But you have to close your brain!" Said Hermione in a shrill voice Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to use that connection. He wants you to block it, so you should use brain block! Otherwise Voldemort will be able to put some fake images in your brain. You remember... "

"Yes, I remember, thank you," Harry clenched his teeth; he didn't need Hermione to remind him that Voldemort had used that connection to trap him, let alone that it had put everyone in danger.

He wished he hadn't told them what he saw and felt This makes Voldemort more dangerous.

Harry pressed the scar tightly against the window of the room, but it still hurt. He tried to hold back the pain, as if he had forced himself to resist the feeling of nausea.Harry turned around, turned his back to some of the van Lins, pretending to be checking an old tapestry hanging on the wall There's a black family tree on it.

Then Hermione screamed. Harry raised his wand and looked around. A silver patron came in from the living room window and landed on the floor in front of them. He turned into a weasel. In Ron's father's voice, he said, "family is safe. Don't reply. We're being watched. Sirius will come to you."

The patron saint dissipated and Ron let out a whimper and groan, and fell heavily on the sofa.

Relief, at least, is good news.

"Fortunately, they are safe!" Ron said, trembling.

Harry sighed and thought of Ginny.

If anything happened to Ginny, Harry had no idea what to do.

"I I'll go to the bathroom, "Harry muttered with a long sigh of relief and walked out of the room as soon as possible.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the strong vertigo became more intense. Harry felt that his mind was spinning, just like wandering between virtual reality and reality, which made Harry a little confused.

But the road to toilets has never been longer.

Harry tied the door of the toilet with his shaking hands, hugged him and fell to the ground with his cracked head. Then a violent pain came, a rage which he had never experienced and was not his own occupied his soul. He saw a narrow room lit by fire, and a tall golden haired Death Eater fell to the ground, screaming and rolling There, a smaller figure stood in front of him with his wand, and a proud, cold, cruel voice came from Harry's mouth.

"Is there anything else you want to say, Lyle, or we'll finish here and send you to the altar? And give you to those monsters? Lord Voldemort will not forgive you again this time First, did you call me back to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, let Lyle taste what it's like to make us unhappy Let him taste it, or you will taste my anger

Suddenly, it was like a piece of wood fell into the fire, the flame soared high, the fire light cast on a frightened, white face The face seemed to have been soaked in deep water. Draco's face was white and seeping. For a moment, Harry felt his eyes hurt. Draco made him wake up.

Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Harry lay sprawled on the cold black marble floor, his nose a few inches from the tail of the silver Viper supporting the bathtub. He sat up, and Malfoy's haggard, dull face seemed to be still in front of him. Harry felt a fit of nausea, for what he saw and for the way Draco was now driven by Voldemort.

There was a quick knock on the door. Harry heard van Lin's voice and jumped up.

"Harry, how are you? Are you ok? I have all your things here..."

"OK, OK, thanks," he opened the door and tried to get his voice back to normal.

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