Chapter 1231

"Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes and gasped. His forehead was burning.

He had just fainted and leaned against the side of the tent and had skewed the canvas. He found himself slipping to the ground.

Harry looked up at Hermione, her thick hair obscuring a patch of sky visible through the thick branches above them.

However, Hermione's eyes made him feel guilty,

"had a dream." Harry said, quickly sitting up, innocently trying to look Hermione's angry eyes. "Must have dozed off. I'm sorry."

"Don't change the subject, Harry! I know it's your scar! I can tell from your expression! You invaded fu... "

"Don't say that name!" Ron's angry voice came from the tent.

"Well," returned Hermione impatiently, "the mysterious man's brain, all right?"

"I didn't want it to happen!" Harry said, "it's a dream! Can you control your dreams? Hermione

"If you learn how to block the brain..."

But Harry wasn't interested in her blame. He wanted to talk about what he had just seen.

"He found gregovich, Hermione, and I think he'd killed him, but before that, he'd infiltrated grigorwich's brain, and I saw..."

"I think we'd better change shifts if you're tired and want to go to bed." Said Hermione coldly.

"I can stay on duty!" Harry said a little discontented, but it was no different from sophistry in Hermione's eyes.

"No, obviously you are too tired. Go and lie down with van Lin for a while." She stubbornly sat down at the edge of the tent. Although Harry was angry, he didn't want to quarrel with her, so he bent down into the tent.

Ron's still pale face peeped out from the lower bunk, and van Lin fell asleep in the next room and could hear even breathing.

Harry would like to talk to Vaseline about his dream or something, but now it seems that it will have to be the next day.

Harry climbed into the upper bunk, lay down, and looked at the black canvas top. After a while, Ron said in a voice that Hermione, crouching in the door, couldn't hear. "What did the mystery man do?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to recall every detail, and then whispered into the dark, "he found gregovich. He tied him up. He's torturing him."

"Tied up gregovich? How can he make him a new wand? "

"I don't know It's strange, isn't it Harry closed his eyes and recalled what he had seen and heard. The more he recalled, the less meaningful Voldemort didn't say anything about Harry's wand, about the tail plume of the same Phoenix, about letting gregovich make a new and more powerful wand to defeat Harry.

Maybe he wants something else, but gregovich is a wand maker. Find a wand maker I mean, wand maker, Harry couldn't think of a second possibility other than the wand problem.

"What exactly does he want from grigorwich," Harry said, his eyes still closed, "and he asked him to hand it in, but gregovich said it had been stolen And then Then... "

He recalled his role as Voldemort, as if he had entered grigorwich's eyes and intruded into his memory

Mind catching?

It was Harry's first thought, but apparently Voldemort was more destructive.

"He saw grigorwich's memory, I saw a young man sitting on the windowsill, and then he fired a spell at grigorwich and jumped out of the window and ran away. He stole it, what the mysterious man wanted. I I think I've seen him somewhere before... "

Harry wanted him to have a better look at the laughing boy's face, which, according to gregovich, had been going on for years. But why does this young thief look familiar?

All Harry could hear was the careful breathing of the forest.

After a while, Ron whispered, "don't you see what the thief is holding?"

"No, but It must be very small. "

"Harry?" Ron went back to bed again, and the trigger squeaked. "Harry, don't you think the mystery man wants that thing to turn it into a Horcrux?"

"I don't know," Harry said slowly, "maybe, but isn't it dangerous for him to make another Horcrux? But didn't Vaseline say that he had split his soul to the limit? "

"Yes But maybe he doesn't know. " Ron said.

"Yes Maybe. " Said Harry.

He has confirmed that Voldemort has found a solution to the problem of wand cores on the same Phoenix. It is certain that Voldemort has found a solution from the old wand merchant But he still killed him, apparently not asking him that question about the wand.What is Voldemort trying to find?

The Ministry of magic and the world of magic are under his control. Why does he still have a long time to find what gregovich once owned but stolen by some unknown thief?

Harry would still think of the face of the blonde young man, full of excitement and unruly, with a Fred and George temperament after a successful prank. He jumped out of the high windowsill like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where it was

The happy thief is in danger because of gregovich's death. Harry is thinking about his problem. He is lost in thought. When Ron's snoring comes from the lower bunk, he himself slowly sleeps again.

The dream is still as usual.

Inexplicably, the scenes Harry had seen before kept repeating in his mind, like movies, or comics.

All of a sudden, Harry thought of Dumbledore again, his cracked skin, the pale blue light exposed through the skin, as if unable to restrain the magic.

What did Dumbledore do?

Horcrux? Or something else

Early the next morning, after a long night's rest, Fanlin almost recovered. The magic of the Sorcerer's stone slowly restored the magic power of Vaseline through the junction.

This always gives Fanlin the illusion that he is an alchemy product.

Runes, incantations, and then the supply of the Sorcerer's stone, even the body has been transformed.

Maybe that's how all the original wizards come from?

We have to admit that the powerful resilience of Phoenix's tears makes Fanlin lively again.

But a touch of the pocket, a cold ball greatly stimulated the senses of van Lin, mad eye Moody's magic eye.

When fangfanlin took out the magic eye, the four people all fell into silence.

The mad eyed man moody couldn't come back. His magic eye appeared at the door of Umbridge, which broke everyone's fantasy about moody.

Out of the door, Fanlin found an ancient tree with the most branches and elastic appearance in the forest.

He buried the mad eye of Moody in its shade. He marked the bark with a magic wand.

It's not very big, but Van leen thinks the mad eye would prefer it to being tied to Umbridge's door.

Then four people began to mourn for Moody's, but it didn't last long. They had more serious problems to solve, such as Shun, where they should go next.

After asking for advice from everyone, Harry, van Lin and Hermione agreed that it was better not to stay in one place for too long, and Ron thought so, but his only requirement was that the best place to go was a corned beef sandwich.

It must be admitted that what Ron said is very important. They can't live like primitive people.

So vaseline and Hermione began to clean up everything that the girl had conjured up nearby, and Harry and Ron managed all the magic marks and marks that showed they had camped here.

Then, under the leadership of Hermione, they appeared together in the outskirts of a small town.

As soon as they got there, they set up a tent in the shelter of the small Bush and put defense magic around them. Harry risks hiding under his invisibility cloak and goes out looking for food, but things often don't go as planned.

When he just entered the town, an unnatural cold wind hit, the mist condensed, the sky suddenly darkened overhead, making him even colder.

"You can call the patron saint Ron retorted, and Harry walked back to the tent and released a hand, out of breath, saying a word in his mouth: Dementors.

"I can't Summon... " He gasped, grabbing the edge of the tent, "can't Call for... "

Their expressions of consternation and disappointment made Harry feel guilty. It was an unpleasant experience. Seeing the Dementor glide towards him from a distance, the suffocating cold paralyzed his whole body, and the distant scream hit his eardrum, which made him unable to protect himself.

Harry used all his willpower to let himself run, leaving Dementors sliding blindly in the Muggles. Muggles can't see Dementors, but they can feel the desperation where Dementors go.

"So we still haven't found any food."

"Shut up, Ron." Vaseline interrupted, frowning, "Harry, what's going on? Why do you think you can't summon the patron saint? Yesterday you could have summoned the patron saint perfectly

"I don't know." He sat quietly in one of old Perkin's old armchair, feeling more disgraced than ever. He felt that there was something wrong with him. Yesterday seemed like a long time ago: today I'm back to the 13-year-old who was the only one on the Hogwarts Express train facing a Dementor crash. Ron broke a chair leg. "What!" He yelled at Hermione, "I'm starving! From the last time I bleed half to death, all I eat is just a few mushrooms"But you can walk over and go straight through the Dementors."

It's like a stab, Harry said fiercely. "I will, but I still have bandages on my arm, unless you don't notice."

"That's easy to notice."

"so that means..."

"Of course

"All right, stop!" "There's no point in our quarrel, that is, Dementors surround it?"

"Yes, there are too many of them in that town." Harry knocked on his head. He didn't understand why he suddenly

"Maybe Voldemort influenced you," said Fanlin. "Every time a connection is made, one side is suppressed."

"Empty your mind, Harry. Try to give yourself some strength." As a matter of fact, what he had planned to do, but in fact, it seems that a wizard who has not fully recovered will easily have some unexpected problems, such as being unable to control magic at critical moments?

"OK, but let's go somewhere else to find food." Said Hermione, giving Harry a sneak look. "We can't always stay where Dementors roam."

Finally, they spent the night in a field on a remote farm, where they got eggs and bread. "It's not theft, is it?" Hermione asked timidly as they wolfed down scrambled eggs and toast.

"Should I put some money under the cooing chickens?" Ron rolled his eyes, his cheeks bulging.

"Oh, my Hermione, don't worry about so much. Relax "It's just some kind aid, and if you mind, I think we can wait until we've settled everything and come back to compensate them," Van Lin said

And It's true After a comfortable big meal, it's very easy to relax. On this night, the debate about Dementors was forgotten in laughter.

And there seems to be some hope for the future.

At least, to be clear, they need to find the remaining two Horcruxes, as well as the props for destroying them.

The sword of Gryffindor disappeared. Van Lin had tried to pull it out of his hat, but it was not as easy as he thought.

Fox also lost contact, little Phoenix seems to have found a remote residence, van Lin can not feel it now.

But Harry was very optimistic and full of hope. He was the first person on duty in the three night shift. This is the first time they have realized the fact that a full stomach is a good spirit, while an empty stomach represents controversy and sadness.

Harry was not surprised because he had a near starvation experience in Dursleys.

Hermione survived those nights quite well, and they didn't get any food in the search except berries and expired biscuits. Her temper may be a little better than usual, and she is often silent.

Fanlin was the same, staring at the curls of parchment that had been rubbed from Alex, but it was certain that van Lin would not have been the first to collapse until Hermione had said anything.

However, Ron is used to the delicious meals of the day offered by his kind mother or by the house elves of Hogwarts. Hunger makes him unreasonable and irritable.

"Where are we going next?" Ron kept repeating that, as if he didn't have any idea. He just wanted van Lin or Harry to come up with a plan, and he sat there thinking about the shortage of food.

In the days that followed, their conversations became more and more repetitive because they didn't get any new information.

Naturally, the content of the conversation will not bypass the important prop of Horcrux.

In addition to what is known to Fanlin, there is also an unknown Horcrux that makes Fanlin a little difficult.

Maybe it was made before, maybe after.

However, the latter is more likely, but it can also become very troublesome.

Nagini was the first choice, but Vaseline had disposed of the snake.

Things seemed to be at a standstill, and van Lin had no way to explain it to Harry.

Naturally, van Lin didn't interrupt Hermione or Harry, and they were very enthusiastic.

As Dumbledore told them, they firmly believed that Voldemort would hide his Horcrux in a place that was very important to him.

They kept listing, tediously, over and over again, the places they knew Voldemort had lived or visited.

The orphanage, where he was born and raised; Hogwarts, where he studied; bokin Bok, where he worked after graduation; and then Albania, where he spent his years in exile: these formed the basis of their speculation.

"Come on, let's go to Albania. It won't take an afternoon to search the whole country. " Ron said sarcastically.

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