Chapter 1229

For a moment, there was no other sound in the whole interrogation room, only the whimper of the poor woman sitting in the middle.

Fanlin felt a little fidgety. The situation in the interrogation room To question the right of a wizard to have a wand? The fight against Muggle witches has been going on for a long time.

The birth of witches is mostly inherited from blood, but that is not the so-called pure blood wizard's blood. Otherwise, how was the first wizard born?

There has never been any superior person. No matter it is a wizard or a Muggle, every Muggle has the potential to become a wizard. This is just a kind of transmission from the deep blood. Some people can, but most people can't.

Umbridge has gone too far.

Umbridge let out a little girl's laughter, which made Harry have an impulse to flatten her. She leans forward over the railing to better observe her 'victim'

"no," Umbridge said, "no, it's not like that, katymorf. The wand only chooses the wizard, and you are not a wizard. I have here a questionnaire you filled out Mafada, pass it to me

Umbridge held out her little hand: she was so disgusting at the moment that Harry didn't see the webbing between her short, thick fingers. Hermione's hand trembled with shock. She fumbled through the pile of papers on the chair beside her, and finally produced a roll of parchment with the name of the katymorf.

Umbridge glanced at the questionnaire of the Kate MORF people and said in a louder voice, "you're not like me, 'Parenting: greengrocer.'

Alex gave a mocking smile. Under the platform, the furry patron cat is still patrolling back and forth, and Dementors are standing in the corner waiting. After the lie, Umbridge let Harry's blood flow

What is it now? Umbridge is trying to humiliate a wizard's last line as soon as possible?

In his fury, Harry held up his wand and didn't even bother to hide it under his invisibility cloak and yelled, "faint to the ground!" A red light flashed by, and Umbridge fell and hit his head against the edge of the railing.

The Kate MORF papers slipped from her lap to the floor, and the silver cat that was patrolling under the platform suddenly disappeared. All of a sudden, chills came upon them.

Alex looked around in bewilderment, looking for the source of the accident. Harry's hand under his invisibility cloak was pointing at him with his wand. He tried to pull out his own wand, but it was too late: "faint to the ground!"

Yaxley fell down and curled up on the floor.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, if you think I should sit here and let her talk nonsense..."

"Well done, Harry. We can leave now. I've got what I want!" Van Lin said quickly, reaching out with one hand and holding Hermione up.

"Wait a minute." Hermione struggled for a moment. "Van Lin, help the Kate MORF people!"

"Oh, of course!" Fanlin turned to the middle of the courtroom.

Under the platform, the Dementors had left the corner and slid towards the woman locked in the chair. Whether it was because the patron saint had disappeared, or because they felt that their master had lost control of them, the Dementors did not continue to restrain their desire. When a scabby, sticky hand grabs the Kate MORF's chin and tries to lift her face up, the katymorf utters a shrill scream.

"Call on God to protect you!" A silver cat rushes out of the top of the van Lin wand and runs to the Dementors. The guys went back to the dark corner. In comparison, Fanlin's cat gazed more than Umbridge's, and the warm feeling diffused wantonly, driving away the cold around. It ran slowly around the room, lighting up the whole dungeon.

"Harry, take care of her!" Van Lin said, pulling Hermione out of the outside, if exposed here, it is likely to fight out, but first open them again.

Harry ran up the steps again, picked up the invisibility cloak, tucked it behind his back, and walked towards the katymolf.

"Is it you?" She looked into Harry's face and whispered, "but But Ray said you put my name on the interrogation list

"Is it?" Harry muttered, tugging at the shackles that bound her arm. "Well, I'm back. It's all in pieces The shackles did not move.

"Hey, van Lin, Hermione, how can I open this shackle?" Harry called out loud. Of course, everyone uses the current name.

"Just a minute, Harry!" Van Lin said, controlling his guardian God to drive the Dementors out, and then looked back at Harry, "get out of the way."

With that, Harry stepped back two steps, and then a strong wind came. Harry felt something passing in front of him. Then, a voice of gold and iron was heard. Harry was looking at the position of the shackles. The originally solid shackles had been divided into two parts.

The shackles jingled back into the arms of the chair. At this point, Madame katymore was as frightened as she had been."I don't understand." She whispered. "How did you do it? This is..."

"It doesn't matter, it's important that you get out of here with us," Harry helped her up and said to her, "go home, take your wand and your family, and leave, if necessary, leave the country. Disguise your identity and run away. As you can see, you'll never get a fair hearing here. "

"Stop talking nonsense, Harry. Come here. I think we have to go out together." As Fanlin said, the silver light on the tip of the wand made a big deal, just like detonating the light source, and constantly forced the Dementors to retreat.

"Call on God to protect you!" Harry raised his wand and made a slight turn. With the soft silver light, a stag appeared in the middle of the field, which matched the silver cat of Fanlin.

"Harry, you get out of the way. I'll clean it for you!" Fanlin said, silver cat smart start to attack.

Harry nodded. Under his control, the stag slowed down and walked to the door, still glowing.

"Call on them as much as you can. Hermione, call on your patron saint Fanlin quickly said that the huge number of Dementors seemed to gain some blessing in the dark crypt, as if no one would attempt to defeat all Dementors with the patron curse in Azkaban.

"Hoo Call for God's protection. " Said Hermione. But nothing happened.

"That's the only spell she doesn't use very well." Harry, embarrassed, explained to Mrs. Kate Moore, who seemed completely at a loss.

"What a pity Come on, Hermione. Come on

"Protect God and guard!" A silver cat, the same as Vaseline, suddenly appeared in the air at the end of Hermione's wand, and the patron saint of Vaseline swam gracefully to the door.

"Keep up." Said Fanling, then walked to the door with Hermione, Harry, and the katymouth. When the patron saint came outside the dungeon, they heard the screams of people waiting outside the door.

Fanlin looks around: Dementors flee to avoid the silver creatures in front of them and are forced to retreat into the darkness around them.

"The trial has decided that you all go home and hide with your family," Fanlin said to the Muggle witches waiting outside, still frightened and blinded by the light of the patron saint. "If you can, go to other countries as far away from the Ministry as possible. This is Well This is the new official arrangement. Now, as long as you follow the patron saint, you can leave the middle hall. I don't want to repeat it a second time. If you understand me, follow me! "

The soft light of the patron saint seems to give the outside wizard an inexplicable power.

One by one, they got up from the stone bench, but as they walked up to the elevator, Harry began to worry again. If a silver stag, two silver cats floating in the air, and more than 20 people Half of them are accused Muggle witches

Such a combination suddenly appeared in the middle hall, and he didn't think they could have been unnoticed And that's the last thing he wants.

"Fanlin, is there anything I can do? I mean You see... " Asked Hermione, holding van Lin's arm in one hand.

"Obviously, isn't the empty elevator even more surprising? It's in the Ministry of magic, and, don't forget, there's surveillance at the door." It seems to be that they are worried, "however, we can fight out. After all, these people can't be captured without their hands, can we? We can leave in the chaos

Just as a few people in Fanlin were waiting for the elevator and discussing how to leave, the elevator staggered down, and a person familiar to many people appeared in the elevator position.

"Ray!" Cried Kate MORF, and threw himself into Ron's arms. "Lancorn and Nader rescued me. He attacked Umbridge and Alex, and he told us all to leave England. I think we'd better do that ray, really. Let's go home and take the kids, and then - why are you so wet? "

"It's water," Ron muttered, taking off his clothes. "Van Lin, they know there's an intruder inside the Ministry, as if from the hole in the door of Umbridge's office. If that's true, I think we only have five minutes to come... "

Hermione's patron saint suddenly disappeared. She turned and looked at Vaseline in horror.

"Fanlin, if we get caught here..."

"No, as long as we move fast enough." Fanlin said for sure. He said it to the silent people behind him, who were staring straight at him.

They were forced to get on the bus?

In any case, Fanlin has no obligation to save them, right? If you want to leave, you need all the people present to work together, right.

"Who has the wand?" About half of the people raised their hands.

"Well, those who don't have to follow those who have wands. Before we are intercepted, we have to move quickly. Let's go. If someone is unfortunately left behind, I'm sorry, but that's the only way. "They managed to squeeze into two elevators. The patron saint of some people in Fanlin stood like sentinels in front of the golden door. They closed the door and the elevator began to rise.

"The eighth floor is here," said a cold male voice, "middle hall."

As soon as the elevator door opened, Fanlin knew immediately that they were in trouble: the middle hall was full of witches running to block the fireplace.

"Fanlin!" Cried Hermione. "How can we..."

"Stop!" Suddenly, Harry gave a roar, and lancorn's deterrent voice echoed in the hall. The witches who were blocking the fireplace stopped.

"Keep up." He whispered to the frightened Muggle wizards. They huddled together, led forward by Van Lin and Hermione. "What's the matter, Albert?" Asked the bald wizard who had followed Harry out of the fireplace, looking nervous.

"These people have to leave before you block the exit." Harry tried to answer with authority. The witches in front of him looked at each other.

"However, we have been informed to block all exits and not to let anyone..."

"Are you going to fight me?" Harry roared. "You want me to send someone to look up your genealogy, too, as I did to the Dirk Creswell family?"

"I'm sorry!" The bald wizard stepped back and said breathlessly. "I don't mean that, Albert, but I think I think they're here for interrogation and... "

"They are all of pure blood," said Harry, his deep voice echoing solemnly in the hall. "I dare say purer than many of you. Let's go. "

Said Harry to the Muggle wizards. They rushed forward into the fireplace and disappeared in pairs. The sorcerers of the Ministry of magic stood aside, some looking confused, others frightened.

Now "Mary!" Kate Moore turned around. The real ray katymore came out of the elevator and ran to them. He had stopped vomiting, but he was pale.

"Ray Ray She turned her eyes from her husband to Ron, who swore loudly. The bald wizard was stunned and his head was comically moving between the two mines.

"Hey What's up? How What's going on? "

"Block the exit! Block the exit Alex rushed out of another elevator and ran to the people by the fireplace. By this time the Muggle witches had all left through the fireplace, and only the katymorf remained. But as soon as the bald wizard raised his wand, Fanlin jumped up and knocked it away with one blow.

"He's helping the Muggles escape, Alex!" Harry yelled at him. The balding wizard's colleagues began to agitate, and Ron seized the Kate MORF and dragged her into a still open fireplace, and disappeared together.

Alex looked suspiciously at Van Lin, Harry and the bald wizard. Then the real ray Kate Moore called out, "my wife! Who's with my wife? What happened? "

Alex's head turned, and Harry saw a sudden awakening on his wild face.

"Let's go!" All of a sudden, Vaseline yelled at Hermione and Harry. He grabbed her hand and jumped into the fireplace. Alex's spell passed over his head.

"Get out of here!" Fanlin took advantage of his last effort to use his wand. Suddenly, the fireplace of the Ministry of magic seemed to explode, but a dark shadow seemed to tear open the flames all over the sky

They whirled in the fireplace, and after a while Harry bounced out of a bathroom and fell into a small bedroom.

Harry jerked open the door: Ron was standing by the pool, still tangled with Lady Kate Moore.

"Ray, I don't understand..."

"Let go, I'm not your husband, you have to go home!"

Just then there was a loud noise in the bedroom behind them, and Harry turned his head: Alex is coming.

"Oh. Damn it With these words, Harry saw that van Lin pulled Hermione out of the back of the stove.

Along with it, a ridge of ice also came out, but it was very striking. Harry could clearly see the pupil of Vaseline and the blood in the corner of his mouth!

"Let's go!" Cried Harry.

"No, wait a minute!" Hermione said anxiously, but before he finished speaking, Alex recovered and rushed over the debris of the edge of the ice. It was very obvious that his body was burning. The twisted black flame gradually devoured Alex's body. Somehow, van Lin felt the incomparable crisis.

As soon as the magic wand of Fanlin was swung, the space began to shake violently, just like the collapse of the earth. The strong light erupted at the same time with the amazing cold air, while the bloody air floating in the air was more intense.

"Let's go!" Vaseline turned his head and grabbed Hermione's hand and Ron's arm. Harry quickly put his hands on it, and van reen began to appear. The darkness engulfed them. They seem to be squeezed by invisible hands.But something is wrong Hermione's hand seems to be slipping out of his grip For a moment, Fanlin felt extremely flustered, and he wanted to call out But he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see anything, and all he could touch was Ron's arm and Hermione's fingers, which were slipping out slowly Then Fanlin saw the gate of twelve grimmer square and the knocker decorated with poisonous snakes. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, however, he heard a scream and a black flame flashed by: Hermione's fingers in his hand suddenly became stiff and everything was back to darkness.

"Fu Fox... " Fanlin can only say hard, but the time is too short, fox is not a bound partner, but Van Lin can only hope on this little Phoenix.

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Harry suddenly opened his eyes and was dazzled by the gold and green. He didn't know what was going on. He only knew he was lying on a pile of things that looked like branches and leaves.

He took a few puffs of air, tried to calm his mood, blinked his eyes, and realized that the strong light was shed by the sunlight through the leaves over his head. Suddenly something near his face twitched. He propped up his body with his hands and knees, expecting to see a savage creature, only to find that it was Ron's feet.

Harry looked around and found them and Hermione lying alone in a forest. Harry's first thought was of the forbidden forest, and a moment later, though he knew how dangerous and stupid it was for them to show up in Hogwarts, he was thrilled at the thought of sneaking through the forest to Hagrid's cabin.

At this point, however, Ron gave a low groan. Harry began to climb up to him, only to realize that it was not a forbidden forest. The trees looked younger, the spaces between the trees were larger, and the site was cleaner.

He saw Hermione awake, too, standing on Ron's head, supporting her body with her hands and knees, trying to get up. For a moment, his eyes fell on Ron, and everything else disappeared from Harry's mind, as blood soaked into Ron's left side, making his pale face on the grass covered ground stand out. The effect of the compound is slowly disappearing: Ron's appearance is just between Kate Moore and himself, his hair is getting redder, but the last breath of life on his face is gone.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Split," Hermione said in a panic, but it was clear that Hermione's tears were already rolling around her eyes.

Before I had time to think about it, Hermione had begun to unroll Ron's sleeve, where the blood was the wettest and the darkest. She tore off Ron's jacket, and Harry looked at it in horror. He always thought it was ridiculous to split up, but this time

He squirmed uneasily as Hermione flattened Ron's upper arm, where a large piece of meat was gone, as if it had been cut off by a knife.

"Harry, come on! Find a small bottle with "white fresh" in my bag... "

"Bag Ok... " Harry hurried to the place where Hermione's phantom had just appeared. He grabbed the tiny beaded bag and stretched out his hand. Immediately, he felt something connected to the same thing. He felt the leather spine of the book, the wool sleeves of the overcoat, and the heel of the shoes "Hurry up!" He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed to the depths of the magic bag.

"White fresh flies in!" A small brown bottle flew out of the bag. He grabbed it and hurried back to Hermione and Ron. Ron's eyes were half open and only white could be seen in his eyelids.

"He fainted," said Hermione, and her face was pale, and although she no longer looked like Mafalda, some of her hair was still gray.

"Open it for me, Harry. My hands are shaking." Harry pulled the plug out of the little bottle, and Hermione took it and dropped three drops of the Potion on Ron's bloody wound.

The green smoke rose at once, and Harry saw that the blood had stopped. Now the wound looks as if it had healed for days; the new skin was covering the tender flesh.

Harry sighed.

"It's the best I can do to make sure I'm safe," Hermione said weakly. "There are also some pills that will make him fully recovered, but I'm afraid to try again. If something goes wrong, it could cause more damage He has shed too much blood... "

"How did he get hurt? I mean... " Harry shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts, trying to figure out what had just happened

"Why are we here? I think we're going back to grimmer square? " Hermione took a deep breath, but the cry in her voice could not be concealed.

"Harry, I don't think we can get back there."

"You mean -"

"when we moved the phantom, Alex caught and controlled me, I couldn't escape from him, he was too strong, when we arrived at grimmer square, he still held me, and Yes, I think he must have seen the door and thought we had stopped there, so he relaxed his grip. I managed to escape him, and then I showed us here! ""But then, where is he? Wait You don't mean he's still in grimmer square? Can't he get there She nodded her head, tears in her eyes. "Harry, I think he can. I I've been hit by his soul taking mantra, and I've almost broken the heart curse of red gall. Since Dumbledore's death, we've been secret keepers, so I've told him the secret, haven't I? "

It can't be fake; Harry is sure she's right. What a terrible blow! If Alex can get into the house now, they won't be able to return.

Even now, Alex may have taken the rest of the Death Eaters there, dark and depressing, but it was at least a safe haven: even now, to come to clichet is much more friendly, and it seems more like home. Stung by a remorse that had nothing to do with food, Harry imagined that the house elf had been busy preparing some of their steak and kidney pie that they would never eat.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"Don't be silly. It's not your fault! If anything happens, it's all my fault And what about Vaseline? "

It's like a sharp sword that pierces Hermione's heart!

"I I don't know. I can't find him Harry, I couldn't find him, and then I found Ron, Harry I I can't find him! " Hermione's lacrimal gland seemed to collapse, and a lot of tears ran down Hermione's cheek.

"When I left, I was controlled by Alex, and van Lin was pestering him all the time. I saw their two magic. Later, I saw that van Lin was caught. His body was entangled with Alex's hand. I...."

"Alex got him?"

"I don't know, Harry. I don't know. Later I went up and I got the soul snatching curse..." Hermione's hands covered her face, tears washed the blood on her hands, but that only made Hermione more embarrassed.

"No, it won't He is, he is the strongest of us... " Harry said a little distracted, he could not think of it, split in Harry's eyes is the most serious consequences.

All of a sudden, Harry thought of van Lin's body that had not yet recovered, and when he escaped, the powerful magic, the change of Alex, and the blood in the corner of van Lin's mouth

"Harry, help me find him, OK, Harry, help me find him..." Hermione, almost pleading, lost her strength and seemed unable to kneel on the ground with her gray hair hanging down. Suddenly, Harry understood what it was like.

"He He'll be fine Hermione, he's the best, isn't he... " Harry said bitterly, "I, I'm going, maybe Maybe van Lin might be in... "

Harry suddenly stood up. A strong sense of vertigo hit Harry. He just felt that the sky was spinning and the black was coming up. Harry felt like he was going to fall. But when he thought of Hermione

All of a sudden, a high pitched cry made Harry's spirits perk up. The cry

"Fox, it's Fox, Hermione, look, it's fox!" Hermione raised her head blankly. The space above them seemed to open a hole. The next second, countless flames illuminated the surrounding area, and a slightly embarrassed figure rushed out of the hole with fox.

"Fanlin!" Hermione exclaimed in a hurry. However, the appearance of Fanlin now made Hermione feel very

"You..." Hermione wiped a handful of tears with her hand. The black burn mark was like a brand mark, leaving an indelible mark in the heart of Fanlin.

"I, it's OK, isn't it..." Fanlin said, but the whole person is a little paralyzed to come down.

"You It's nothing? " Hermione was crying, but she was crying and laughing. She hugged van Lin recklessly, and the two of them were on the ground.

"There's always a price to pay for Alex, isn't it?" Fanlin said, looking up at Hermione's blood stained face, "what's the matter with you? Are you hurt, fox... "

"No, Ron split up..." Hermione said, "I helped him with the wound."

"By the way, fox, fox's tears..." Hermione said, suddenly aware of something, staring at the wound on van Lin's chest. "Have you used it?"

"It doesn't matter..." Van Lin said, looking at Hermione's eyes, tears are constantly accumulating.

"Oh, please, Harry, I can't stand up. I'm sorry, fox!" said Vaseline, and Harry nodded. Fox rubbed his head against van Lin's arm, then flapped his wings and flew to Ron.

A drop of tears, like the most enthusiastic magic drug reaction, silk white smoke quickly spread all over Ron's wound. Visible to the naked eye, the wound healed because of its freshness and whiteness quickly transformed into normal skin state. However, there was a flaw in the beauty, and a huge scar twisted and spread on Ron's body.Ron groaned and opened his eyes. His face was still pale and his sweat was shining.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked softly.

"Hard," said Ron in a hoarse voice, shrinking as if he felt his arm hurt.

"Where are we now?"

"In the woods where the Quidditch World Cup was held," Hermione said, wiping her tears and holding van Lin in her arms, "I want some closed and secret place, and this place..."

"It's the first place you think of," Harry said for her, glancing at the seemingly barren clearing, and remembering the last time their phantom moved to the first place Hermione thought - and how the Death Eaters found them in a matter of minutes, was it psychedelic? Do Voldemort and his men know where Hermione is taking them now? "

Ron turned his head a little harder. "So fox Oh, thank you, fox... "

"You should thank Hermione." Harry shook his head.

Fox rubbed van reen's arm again, and with a bang it turned into a flame and disappeared in front of the crowd.

"Fanlin, how are you?" Ron struggled to sit up, and Harry helped him.

"Fortunately, at least fox cured my trauma." Van Lin said, looking at Ron's wound. "You may have suffered, at least for a while."

"Do you think we can move on?" Ron suddenly asked Harry, and Harry saw the same answer in Ron's face.

"I don't know." Ron looked weak and pale. He couldn't sit up too long, as if he were too weak to do it.

And Fanlin was no better. At least, Hermione didn't mean to let van Lin sit up.

It seems that the idea of moving now is impractical.

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