Chapter 1230

"It looks like we can only stay here for a while." Think of kialix.

Alex should have surrounded Sirius' house by this time. At least, the hidden spell has failed, and the Black family's ancestral house has changed hands. It is a matter of course.

Fortunately, fox finally heard his call, which originated from the miracle of Phoenix. If you want to change a pet, such as the stupid owl that van Lin bought in a year, Fanlin can't imagine what will happen.

Die with Alex?

It's not a good deal.

However, Hermione looked much more at ease, so Hermione carefully leaned Fanlin against a tree and lifted her legs out.

"Where are you going?" Asked Ron.

"If we're going to stay here, we're going to take some protective measures and release some magic around us." Hermione responded, picking up her wand and starting to walk around the three, making a big circle and murmuring.

Harry saw some turbulence in the air: it seemed that Hermione had created a heat wave in the open space around them.

"Saville eschia Armor to protect the body Rebemu goledom Shut your ears and listen Harry, you go get the tent out... "

"Is this also a curse?" Almost everyone was stunned, but Harry reacted.

"Tent?"

"In my bag!"

"In Of course. " Harry replied.

Now he doesn't want to look around, but he can use a flying charm. The tent emerged from a mass of canvas, including ropes and tent posts, which Harry recognized, in part because of the smell of cats, which was the one he slept in that night at the Quidditch World Cup.

"I think this tent belongs to Perkins of the Ministry of magic?" He asked, and began to unfasten the tent pins.

"Obviously he doesn't want it anymore. His back pain is too bad," said Hermione, who was waving her wand with a complicated figure of eight. "And, Sirius's one is too much space. Ron's dad said it could be lent to me, so Open it

She added, pointing her wand at the grotesque canvas, letting it rise into the air in a gust of air, landing on the open space in front of Harry, as if it had been completely built, and then flew out of the tent nail in Harry's hand, slammed it against the rope, and fixed it to the ground. "The house is fixed!" Hermione finally waved her wand to the sky. "I can only do so much. At least, we must know that they are coming. I can't guarantee that this magic will stop fu..."

"Don't say that name!" Ron interrupted her, his voice hoarse.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry," said Ron, groaning a few times as he braced himself to see them. "But the name always reminds me of something ominous. Can't we call him 'mysterious man'

"But Dumbledore said, "fear of a name..." Harry just started.

"Unless you don't realize, man, it doesn't do Dumbledore any good to call someone by his name," Ron replied. "Just give him some respect, won't you?"

"Respect?" Harry repeated, but Hermione gave him a warning look; it was clear that he didn't want to argue with Ron, especially when he was so weak.

"Oh, well, maybe we can forget him for a while..." Fanlin helped the tree to stand up and drank some magic medicine to recover his strength.

It must be admitted that Phoenix's tears are absolutely the holy product of trauma, but fox has no way to deal with this kind of injury caused by magic disorder.

"What are you doing?" Hermione exclaimed, and ran over, "you should..."

"I feel fine, just like half a month ago." Van Lin said, "take RON in first. Fox's tears can only help him connect his skin and flesh. The split injury can't be dealt with in a short time. It's up to him."

"OK..." Hermione nodded, and Harry and Harry half dragged Ron into the tent entrance, which, as you remember, looked like a small apartment with a bathroom and a miniature kitchen.

Harry knocked an old armchair aside and carefully placed Ron on the lower bunk of a bunk bed. Even though it was a very short trip, it made Ron's face even paler. When they put him on the mat, Ron's eyes closed again and he didn't say anything for a while.

Inexplicably, Fanlin felt a little depressed. Ron had a problem now. After all, no one wanted to happen to split up.

"I'll make some tea at once," said Hermione, panting as she got van Lin to her seat, took the kettle and the mug out of her bag and walked to the kitchen.

Harry found the hot drink as good as the whiskey on the night of mad eye's death. It seemed to extinguish some of the fear that quivered in his chest. After a minute or two, Ron broke the silence."What do you think of the katymore family?"

"If they're lucky, they should have escaped," said Hermione, comfortably clutching her hot cup and nestling in the sofa.

"As long as Mr. kittmore is smart enough, he should be able to use the presence of his entourage to get Mrs. kittmore out of the town. They and their children should have escaped from the town by now, if he really hears what I'm talking about." Van Lin said slowly, shrinking in the sofa as if it would make his body feel better.

"Oh, I hope they can escape," said Ron, leaning back on his pillow. Tea seems to have helped him, and his face returned to some color. "But I don't think ray and Kate Moore are quick reaction people. I feel it by the way people talk to me when they become him. My God, I hope they can escape If they're both locked up in Azkaban because of us... "

Harry looked at Hermione, and the question he was about to ask was stuck in his throat about whether Mrs. Kate Moore would not be able to follow her husband's entourage because she didn't have a magic wand.

However, Hermione did not seem to be in a state at this time. After two sips of hot tea, Hermione had been focusing on van Lin, and her expression seemed to drip water.

"Well I mean... " Harry coughed heavily, signaling to the two excesses that he was still here.

"I mean, if the wizard lost his wand, would it..."

"What would it be?" Van Lin moved a little, and let out an air-conditioning voice. Hermione became very nervous.

"You..."

"It doesn't matter to me. Don't worry..."

"I mean, can't the people of katymolf have no magic wand to move around?" Harry couldn't help interrupting. "After all, when the three of us rushed out, we didn't help her get the wand back."

"Don't worry, or how can the wizard make Muggles move in space? And even if we don't rely on a wand, we can still cast magic, isn't it? Phantom shifting is not magic that can only be done with a wand. " Vaseline shook his head and thought Harry was worried too much.

"But why I mean, mystery man He may not use... "

"Because that's not sure." "Not all kinds of magic can be released through the body, especially those evil charms. Think about it. What would it be like to walk through your body before an Avada curse can be released?"

"Oh, do you have to use this spell..." "We almost stayed there," said Ron, rather badly

"But we escaped, didn't we?" Fanlin said happily, "at least, it's hard for us..."

"Before the next big talk, I hope you remember what you're like now, Fanlin!" Hermione patted van Lin's head helplessly, and Harry shivered involuntarily.

Never cared, or did he grow up and his ideas changed?

No matter what, the damage is there.

"Well, I think we should figure out what's going on around us," Harry presided. "After all, it's not sure we're really out of danger."

"I think I need some people's time, of course, I have some interesting findings, but the exact information I want to confirm is saying." Said Fanlin.

"Good!" Harry nodded.

"You really should have a rest." Hermione said softly, kissing van Lin on the forehead, "have a good dream."

"Oh Well I think we should take turns outside the tent and watch, "said halila, standing up and stretching out to Hermione." we also need to think about food. You stay here. "

Harry's face turned green as he tried to add.

The camera that Hermione gave Harry as a birthday present was carefully placed on the table in the tent. For the rest of the day, Harry and Hermione were on duty in turn, but the camera remained quiet on its fulcrum all day.

Perhaps it was Hermione's protective magic and Muggle banishment around them, or was it because people rarely set foot on the road? Their little forest was still quiet, except for the occasional birds and squirrels.

At ten o'clock, after switching duty with Hermione, Harry lights up his wand and patrols the abandoned site.

Looking up into the still sky, he noticed that bats were flying over him a starry sky protected by them. He is now hungry and slightly dizzy.

There was nothing to eat in Hermione's magic bag, because she thought they would return to grimmer square in the evening, so they had nothing to eat except the wild mushrooms Hermione had picked from the surrounding woods and stewed in tea pots.

Ron took two big bites and pushed his share away, looking nauseous.In order not to hurt Hermione's feelings, Harry can only insist on eating.

Perhaps Fanlin is the luckiest. He goes into deep sleep as soon as he goes to sleep. According to Hermione's explanation, this is the best way to recover from mental exhaustion.

No one bothered him.

"I wish he would get better soon." Harry thought silently.

All of a sudden, the silence was broken by a strange rustling sound, which sounded like friction between branches. Harry felt that it was more likely that it was caused by animals than by people. However, he still grasped his wand and prepared for it. His stomach was already suffering from the lack of function due to the digestion of the failed mushroom. Now he is more uncomfortable with it.

Harry was staring at Hogwarts in the dark again.

At Hogwarts, Harry was really in touch with the outside world.

The cupboard under the stairs is not starry.

But

Harry hesitated a little, inexplicably, he thought of Dumbledore again, the starry sky that night was also very bright, brilliant to the bottom of my heart

Inexplicably, his scar began to prick again. He was afraid that it was because he had these thoughts that he felt painful. So Harry tried to lead his thoughts to other aspects. He thought of poor kretcher, who was looking forward to their return home, but he was looking forward to Alex.

So, will the elf keep silent? Or would he tell the Death Eaters everything he knew?

Harry would rather believe that kretcher had been on his side in the past and that it should be faithful to him now, but who knows what else will happen? What if the Death Eater tortured the elf? Some unpleasant images come to Harry's mind, and he tries to put them out of the way, because now he can't help kretcher: he and Hermione have decided not to try to summon it, otherwise what if someone from the Ministry of magic comes along?

With Hermione leading Alex to grimmer square, they can't expect the elves to have the same defects.

Harry's scar was burning at the moment, and he thought that there were too many things they didn't know: Fanlin's ideas about magic were something he had never thought of, and what many people in the order of the Phoenix had experienced, Harry had hardly experienced.

Like Dumbledore, Harry doesn't think Dumbledore knows nothing, but Why didn't Dumbledore explain more in the past? Does he think he has time? Think he can live for years, or centuries, like his friend nicoleme? If so, then he is wrong Snape guaranteed that Snape, the sleeping snake, pounced on the top of the tower Dumbledore is falling Falling

"Give it to me, gregovich."

Harry's voice was sharp, clear and cold. His wand was held in front of him by a long, pale hand. The man pointed by the wand hung upside down in the air, but it didn't tie him. He was shaking and was bound in the air in an invisible and strange way. His limbs were tightly attached to his body. His terrible face was on the same level as Harry's face flushed with blood There is a head of pure white hair and a bushy mustache: like a bound, hanging in the air of Santa Claus.

"I don't, I'm not here anymore! It, many years ago It's stolen from me

"Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, gregovich. He knows He knows everything! " The hanging man's pupils dilated because of fear, and they seemed to expand more and more until the black pupils flooded Harry

Then Harry followed in the footsteps of the stout lantern carrying Gregor down a dark corridor.

Gregovich suddenly burst into the last room in the corridor. His lantern lit up the room that looked like a workshop. Sawdust and gold shimmered in the rippling light. On one side of the windowsill, there was a young man with golden hair, like a huge bird. In a flash, the light lit up on him. Harry saw his handsome face full of excitement. The intruder was right He fired the coma curse and jumped out of the rear window with laughter.

Harry stepped out of the dilated, tunnel pupils again, and grigorwich's face was full of fear.

"Who stole it? Gregovich. " The shrill voice came again. "I don't know, I never knew, a young man No Please Please

A scream echoed all the time, and then there was a flash of green light

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