Chapter 1238

"Are you bashida?"

Harry's voice reverberates in the snow night with the silver light, just like a hint. The loud cry always enlarges the emptiness of the surrounding environment.

The heavily dressed man nodded his head and waved again.

"Remember what I said..." Vaseline looked up at Harry and then, like a real cat, drew back into Hermione's arms. "I'll protect you."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other under the covert, then Harry raised his eyebrows and Hermione nodded nervously.

As if they had made up their minds, the two of them walked towards the woman.

Seeing this situation, bashida did not speak. She immediately hobbled back along the road, leading them through several houses and entering a gate.

They followed bashida down the path ahead and passed through a garden with branches similar to the ruins.

She stood in front of the door, fumbled for a moment, took out the door key, opened the door, and stepped back to let them in.

Bashida smells bad, but maybe it's from the house.

Harry wrinkled his nose as he passed her and took off his invisibility cloak.

Harry didn't know how short she was until he stood next to her.

Old and hunched, bashida was almost as high as Harry's chest.

She closed the door behind her, her knuckles were blue, her skin was speckled with peeling paint, and then she squinted at Harry's face. Her eyes, clouded by cataracts, sank deep into the wrinkled, almost transparent skin, and her entire face revealed veins beneath the skin and yellowish brown age spots.

In fact, Harry suspects that she doesn't recognize herself; even if she can, it's the bald Muggle that Harry disguises as.

So, how did she find out?

Harry's heart pounded, and it was clear that even as a wizard, there was no way to avoid the pain of aging.

Even if it is as powerful as Dumbledore, without using some extraordinary means, the wizard can only become weak as an ordinary person.

Maybe bashida is strong?

Harry frowned and quickly rejected his idea. He had been in contact with many powerful witches. None of them, like bashida, would exude a sense of corruption.

She is too old.

Harry took a small step behind Hermione and watched bashida's movements in silence.

Bashida didn't do anything. She just took off her wormlike shawl and exposed her white hair. All of a sudden, the smell of old age, dust, dirty clothes and spoiled food became more intense.

"Bashida?" Harry asked uneasily again. The old man in front of him was like a corpse crawling out of the grave There was a smell of death everywhere.

Van Lim didn't move, just squinted at bashida.

Harry's decision should naturally be made up by Harry. However, van Lin has killed Nagini. So what is the person in front of him?

With doubt, van Lin wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position in Hermione's arms.

She nodded again, confirming Harry's question.

But the uneasiness did not fade from Harry's body.

Bashida shuffled through them, pushed her aside as if she had not seen Hermione, and went into a room that looked like a living room.

"Harry, I'm not sure what's going on." Hermione whispered.

"Look at her, if anything happens, I think we can beat her too." Said Harry.

"I tell you, she shouldn't be like this, Muriel said she was crazy..." Hermione said anxiously, and one hand closed the arm uneasily, which made van Lin have an impulse to scratch people.

But immediately, Hermione realized that she was holding something else. She let go of her hand apologetically, but the other hand was reflexive and wanted to hold her wand.

"Come here!" barked bashida in the next room.

Hermione jumped up and grabbed Harry's arm.

"It's OK," Harry comforted her. He looked down at the white cat in Hermione's arms and took a deep breath.

Harry took her into the lounge.

Bashida hobbled in the candlelight room, which was still dark and dirty. Heavy dust crunched under their feet, and under the damp, moldy smell, Harry smelled something worse, like that of rotten meat.

He didn't know how long no one had been to bashida's house to see if she was still here.

Now bashida seems to have forgotten that she can also cast magic. Because she lit the candle clumsily with her hands, the cuff band would be accidentally lit at any time."Let me do it." Harry hesitated and said, and then he took the match from her hand.

Bashida watched as Harry lit the root of the candles that had been placed in the shallow trays of the room, on the edge of a table teetering with broken and moldy cups on top of piles of books.

When Harry lit the last candle, he saw that the candle was on top of a box with an arc-shaped surface, which contained many pictures. When the candle flickers, its light flickers on the dusty glass and silver.

Harry saw the scenes in those pictures shaking.

As bashida fumbled along in the light of the fire, Harry whispered, "the whirlwind swept away the dust from the photos. He saw that the pictures in six of the largest and most gorgeous frames were no longer there. He did not know whether bashida or someone else had taken them.

The bottom one of the photos caught Harry's eyes. He picked it up and looked at it: it was the blond, cheerful looking thief who had been sitting on grigorwich's windowsill. He looked at Harry lazily from the silver frame. Harry immediately remembered that he had seen this boy in Rita's "the life and lies of Albus Dumbledore" The photo in the book!

He is the young man holding hands with Dumbledore!

"Saudi Arabia Madam Miss Harry said, his voice trembling slightly. "Who is this?"

Bashida was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light her torch.

"Miss bashart?" Harry called again. He took the picture and went to bashida. The fire in the fireplace was burning. Bashida looked up when he heard his voice. An inexplicable emotion pounded on Harry's chest.

"Who is this man?" Harry asked her, holding up the picture.

She gazed solemnly at the picture, then at Harry.

"Do you know who this man is?" Harry repeated it again, slower and louder than usual. "This is the man. Do you know who he is? What's his name? "

Bashida looked at a loss, which upset Harry.

How did Rita Skeeter open bashida's memory?

"Who is this man?" Said Harry impatiently.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Asked Hermione.

"Hermione, this picture is the thief who stole grigorwich's things! Please, "he said to bashida," who the hell is he? "

But bashida just glared at him.

"Why are we here with you, Madame bassaud Miss Hermione raised her voice and asked, "what do you want to tell us?"

But bashida didn't seem to hear Hermione at all. She shuffled up to Harry and turned her head sharply back to the hall.

"You want us to leave?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Bashida repeated it again, but this time he pointed to Harry, then to himself, and finally to the ceiling.

"Well Hermione, Van I mean, I think she wants us to come upstairs with her. "

"OK," Hermione replied, "let's go."

But as soon as Hermione stepped forward, bashida shook her head, pointed at Harry again, and pointed to herself.

"You want me to go with you alone." Harry's face changed slightly.

"Why?" Hermione immediately asked aloud, her voice sharp and clear in the candlelight room, and bashida shook her head.

"Maybe Dumbledore asked her to give me the sword, and only for me?" Harry said uncertainly, looking at Van Lin involuntarily.

At the same time, Fanlin was fully awake, jumped from Hermione's arms to Harry's shoulder, and rubbed Harry's face.

"Go with him!" Van Lin's voice came to mind in Harry's mind.

"Do you think she really knows who you are?"

"Yes," said Harry, without hesitation, looking into bashida's turbid eyes.

"Well, but hurry up, Harry."

"Lead the way," Harry said to bashida.

Bashida seemed to understand, for she was shaking Harry toward the door, and she didn't care if there was anything else on Harry's shoulders.

It made Harry feel strange, but he looked back and laughed at Hermione to reassure her, but he didn't know if she had seen it.

Hermione stood arm in arm in the dirty room under the candlelight, looking at the bookcase.

Harry walked out of the room and put the silver framed photo of the thief in his pocket while Hermione and bashida were not paying attention.

"She couldn't see me or didn't notice at all..." Van Lin communicated with Harry in silence.

"But..."

"I don't know what's going on, but you have to be careful." Van Linden sat on Harry's shoulder, his little head staring at the hunchback figure and moving with it.The narrow staircase had a steep slope, and Harry reached forward half way to prevent bashida from falling over him, which looked very likely indeed.

Panting, she slowly walked upstairs, turned left, and led Harry into a room with a low ceiling.

The room was dark and smelly.

As soon as Harry saw that there was a nightpot sticking out from under the bed, bashida closed the door and they were in the dark.

"Fluorescent flicker." Harry said that the moment his wand glowed, Harry was startled by bashida in front of him. In those dark seconds, bashida came to him, and Harry didn't hear her coming.

"Are you porter?" She asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I am." Harry hesitated for a moment, and then said,

bashida's voice is so hoarse that it doesn't look like a human voice at all. It's like something has learned to speak. Maybe bashida hasn't spoken for a long time. Harry smelled a stink, mixed with the smell of corruption

But bashida didn't care. He nodded slowly and looked solemn.

Harry felt his nerves beating constantly, as if to keep up with the rapid heartbeat at the moment, which was absolutely not a pleasant thing.

"Do you have anything for me?" Harry tried to ask, but she seemed distracted by Harry's glowing wand.

"Do you have anything for me?" Harry asked again. Bashida closed his eyes, and at that moment, several things happened at the same time: Harry's scar pricked like a needle; at the same time, an uneasy mood invaded his brain, like every connection with Voldemort, the dark smelly room suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

Harry was so excited that he said in a high, cold voice, "get him!

Harry wobbled and stood where he was, and the dark smelly room appeared again. He didn't know what had just happened.

"Do you have anything for me?" Harry asked the third time, his voice raised a lot.

What Harry didn't notice, though, was that Vaseline had jumped onto the side of the cupboard and watched coldly what was happening.

In fact, van Lin's vision was a little blurred just now, and a strong mental disturbance was spreading from Harry and bashida's bodies.

The master of the will was familiar to Fanlin, but it was certain that he was not here.

"It's over there," bashida said softly to Harry, pointing to the corner, ignoring Vaseline as if she could not see him.

Harry held up his wand and saw a messy table under the window with the curtains drawn.

She didn't take him back this time.

Harry, holding his wand, sidled between bashida and the bed. He didn't want bashida out of sight.

"Where is it?" Harry seemed to believe bashida completely at the moment. He tried to touch the table. It was full of things like dirty clothes.

"There," she said, pointing to the mess.

Just as Harry wanted to turn his head and find a ruby embedded sword in the pile of rags, Harry saw bashida's strange changes. He turned around in panic, and his fear almost paralyzed him: he saw the old body lying on the ground, and an unknown dark figure was gradually breaking away from bashida's body.

"Don't move, Harry!" Van Lin's voice suddenly rang, "wait a minute, something is wrong!"

Just now Voldemort absolutely controlled Harry, otherwise Harry could not have opened the empty door under his repeated reminders.

But the change in bashida

From the beginning of entering the door, Fanlin can be sure that the person in front of him is already a corpse.

But the question is, what will Voldemort replace bashida after Nagini's death?

As a writer of the history of magic, and as we all know, he has a close relationship with Dumbledore, and even contacts and is familiar with the Deathly Hallows. No matter from that point of view, bashida can not be ignored by Voldemort.

But, with a bit of luck, they try to be a step faster than Voldemort.

This is Harry's choice. Van Lin must be respected. However, the change of Shida's eyes and chin makes Fanlin uncertain. This black thing looks like bashida's soul, but it's very strange

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