Chapter 1242

"Harry..." Hermione gave a gentle cry, but Harry didn't respond. He just shook his head.

Now, something called faith has collapsed in him; it's just like what Ron felt when he left.

Harry had always believed in Dumbledore and believed that he was the embodiment of kindness and wisdom.

But now, everything is gone Can he afford to lose more? Ron, Dumbledore, Phoenix wand

"Harry." Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking. "Listen to me. This This is not a very good book... "

"Yes, of course you can say that..." Harry said hard, his voice cold.

“…… But don't forget, Harry, it was written by Rita Skeeter

"You've read the letter to Greenwood, haven't you?" Harry didn't answer. He just asked.

"Yes, I am I read it. " Hermione hesitated, looking uneasy, and covered her teacup with her cold hands. "I think it's just the worst part that sounds. I think bashida thought it was just conversation, but "for the great good" became the creed of grindworth and the justification for his subsequent atrocious crimes. And From this point of view It's like what Dumbledore said to him. What they say 'for great good deeds' is even engraved at the entrance to nurmond. "

"What is nurmond?"

"It's the prison Greenwood built to hold his opponents. He died there himself, when Dumbledore caught him. Anyway, this is It was a terrible idea, and Dumbledore's idea helped Greenwood achieve his goal. But on the other hand, even Rita can't lie that they just knew each other that summer. After all, they were young, and

"I knew you would say that," said Harry. He didn't want to get angry with her, but now it's hard for him to make his voice sound as if nothing had happened.

"I know you're going to say 'they're still young.'. They were the same age as we are now. Look at us now, risking our lives against the dark ones, and then look at him, colluding with his new friends, plotting to establish their rule over Muggles. "

At this point, Harry could no longer control his emotions: he stood up and walked back and forth, trying to vent some of his anger.

"I'm not trying to defend these things about Dumbledore," Hermione said. "All the" laws of rights "are disguises and the reappearance of" magic is power. ". But Harry, his mother had just died, and he was alone in the room to bear this... "

"Alone? He's not alone! He has a younger brother and younger sister as company, and he also locks up his squib sister... "

"But Fanlin said that Arianna was not a squib. You know that..."

"Oh, so why didn't Ariana show up at Hogwarts?" Harry said without thinking, "just like you, Hermione They can even find you in a Muggle family I'm sorry, I'm not aiming at you, Hermione You're great. You're excellent. No one I know can surpass you... "

"You don't have to apologize to me..."

"I'm not apologizing, Hermione," Harry said in a gruff dress. "I'm just stating a fact..."

"Maybe I mean, I believe in Vaseline... "

"I believe him too, but the truth is, that's Dumbledore's past!" Harry bellowed a little madly.

"But I don't believe it, Harry!" Hermione also stood up and argued, "no matter what they say about that girl, I don't believe she will be a squib. Dumbledore we know will never, never allow..."

"Don't we also think that Dumbledore, who we know, would never attempt to conquer Muggles by force of arms?" Harry roared, his echo echoed in the open mountains, rousing many blackbirds and circling in the misty night sky.

"But people will become Harry He's better, he's better! It's obvious! He might have been addicted to it when he was 17, but he spent his whole life fighting the black magic. It is Dumbledore who defeated Greenwood, who has been committed to protecting Muggle and protecting the rights of Muggle witches. It is he who has been fighting against the mysterious man from the beginning, and he finally sacrificed to defeat the mysterious man! In any case, you should not deny what he did later. Maybe it was just a mistake he made when he was young... "

Rita's book was between them, and Albus Dumbledore in the illustrations of the book was smiling at them lonely.

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason why you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you about his past." Hermione took a little breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Maybe." Harry burst out, and he jerked up his arms, as if to hold his unbounded anger high, or to protect himself under the weight of his fantasies. "See what he says to me, Hermione: risk your life, Harry, one more time, one more time, one more time! Don't expect me to explain anything to you, just go to work hard. Believe me, believe me, know what I'm doing, even if I don't trust you, you have to believe me! Never want to know the truth! Never want to knowHarry's voice had become hoarse in this hysterical shouting. Looking at Hermione, who was as pale as himself, Harry suddenly felt that they were so small in the vast world.

"But He loves you, "Hermione whispered." he really loves you. "

Harry's arm fell limply. "I really don't know who Dumbledore cared about, Hermione, but it's not me. It's not love, it's just a mess he left me. He'd rather share his heart with Garrett Greenwood than That's not me, Hermione. Van Lin may have known more than I do, but now, it seems, there's nothing left but what is known, isn't it? If Fanlin knew that, we would not hide in this camp like a turtle with a shrinking head. We would also be on guard against the search of the Ministry of magic and Death Eaters every day. We could not even contact Sirius... "

Harry picked up van Lin's wand, which he had just thrown into the snow, and sat down again at the mouth of the tent.

"Thank you for your tea. I've finished reading the book. You should go back and warm up. Fanlin is badly injured. Now he needs more care, isn't he? Compared with this... " Harry pointed to the book and then looked at the wand in his hand.

His palms became fists, and his fingers turned blue and white with force Harry felt his body trembling, and the hot tea Hermione had given him had cooled early.

Hermione hesitated, but she didn't know what to say, but the worry about van Lin made the girl stand up quickly. She picked up the book and went back to the tent from Harry. Before leaving, she brushed Harry's hair with her hand.

Harry closed his eyes and felt Hermione's touch: how he wished Hermione was right. Dumbledore really cared about him But because of this idea, he hated himself even more.

At midnight, when Hermione took over Harry's sentry duty, Fanlin was still not awake. The only thing that made Hermione feel relieved was that van Lin's high fever had subsided, and those potions really worked.

This situation relieved Hermione's anxiety to a certain extent, and Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief, which seemed to be a good omen, but Harry still refused to talk about Dumbledore, Greenwood and Ariana.

It's snowing outside, which makes the surroundings less open and cold. The snowy weather is always better than the day when the ice and snow melt.

But Harry's dreams left him confused and troubled: Nagini was winding around them, climbing over the wreath of Christmas roses.

Harry woke up again and again in panic. He felt someone calling him from afar. He imagined that the wind whipping the tent was someone's footsteps or talking.

Finally, Harry gets up in the dark and walks up to Hermione, who is curled up at the entrance of the tent, reading a book called history of magic with the light of her wand.

It's snowing harder and harder.

Hermione agreed to Harry's suggestion and decided to pack up early and move on.

"We're looking for a safer place," she said, shivering, adding a sweatshirt to the top of her pajamas. "I always feel that I can hear someone walking outside, even once or twice. I seem to see someone out there. Fanlin's condition is very unstable, but we can't contact Madame Pomfrey, nor can St. Mungo hospital. I should have prepared earlier."

Harry stopped putting on his coat and gazed into the silent silence. The camera was still on the table.

"Of course, about people outside I'm sure that's just what I imagined, "said Hermione, looking a little nervous." snow and night are playing tricks on your eyes But, just in case, maybe we should move the phantom under the cloak? "

Half an hour later, with the tent ready, Harry carried the tightly wrapped van Lin on his back. His wand broke, so Hermione was the only one to take charge of the operation.

Hermione grabs the Pearl embroidered bag and moves her form into a phantom.

They were engulfed by the same sense of oppression that they had always had. Harry's legs did not step on the snow, hit the hard frozen soil covered with leaves. Harry resisted the pain and tried to stop the van Lin. fortunately, Hermione found out the situation here and stabilized van Lin with suspension.

"Where are we?" Asked Harry, rubbing his shoulders, looking around the large forest.

Hermione opened the beaded bag and pulled out the pillars of the tent.

"Dean forest," Hermione replied, "I used to camp here with mom and dad."

There is a lot of snow on the trees. The temperature here is abnormally low compared with the place before, but at least there is no wind here.

They spent most of the day in the tent, moving van Lin's bed over, and then three people surrounded a warm blue flame, which Hermione had been very skilled at casting, which could be scooped up with a shovel and put into a jar.

The warmth seemed to make van Lin feel relaxed, at least his frown had been stretched.In the middle of the van Lin slightly awakened for a short period of time, maybe the energy is not enough to repair, but it is good news to be able to wake up.

Harry couldn't even imagine what would happen if Fanlin left suddenly at a certain moment. They didn't even have a chance to escape.

Hermione was surprised to give some hot porridge to van Lin to drink, and then added some small blue bottles

Is this a mendicant?

But it did give Harry some confidence.

In the afternoon, fresh snowflakes floated on them, and powdery snowflakes appeared in the protected open space.

Now, after two sleepless nights, Harry seemed more alert than usual, and the escape in Godric's Valley made Voldemort seem closer and more threatening than ever.

As night fell again, Harry refused Hermione's request to stay up and let her go to bed. After all, there is a patient in the room. The wound that has been penetrated in his body is not so well healed, which is fundamentally different from stabbing a hole in his body with a knife.

Harry moved an old mat to the door of the tent, put on all his thick sweaters, and sat down. However, he was still shivering with cold. Harry asked Hermione to prepare a fire for him. He only needed to release the magic power. It was not something that had to rely on a magic wand.

As time went on, the night grew dark and I could not see my fingers.

Harry was about to open the map of the living point to see where Ginny's dot was, but it suddenly occurred to Harry that it was Christmas holiday and she should have gone back to the burrow.

In the dense and quiet forest, all the small movements will be magnified. Harry knew there were all kinds of creatures there, but he wanted them to be quiet so that he could distinguish the sounds of animals running and jumping from the sounds of danger.

He still remembered the sound of the cloak sliding through the fallen leaves many years ago, and he immediately felt that he heard it again, and his whole body was shocked. Their protective magic has been working for weeks. Why is it cracked now? And he always felt that something was not the same tonight. From time to time, he suddenly stood up with a slight pain in his neck, because he had fallen asleep several times and his head had been falling at an uncomfortable angle to the side of the tent.

The night turned velvet black, and he felt as if he were floating between the phantasm and the manifestation. Harry held his hand up in front of him, which seemed to give some courage

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