Chapter 1243

It was very late in the night, and Harry suddenly stood up from time to time to keep himself awake. In fact, Harry's neck hurt a little because he had fallen asleep several times and his head had been falling at an uncomfortable angle to the side of the tent.

There was no sound in the tent. Maybe Hermione was asleep. As for Vaseline, Harry didn't know what Van Lin could do. But now it's up to him to protect the three of them, right?

The night turned velvet black, and Harry felt as if he were floating in the middle of Phantasm and manifestation. He raised his hand in front of him, trying to see if he could see his fingers. At this moment, a strong silver light suddenly passed through the trees and appeared in front of him. No matter what the light source was, it came quietly and seemed to be coming at him.

Harry was startled. He was almost ready to cry out, but Harry's voice was frozen in his throat. Maybe he was half asleep and half awake, which affected his judgment, but maybe he could solve it himself, right.

Harry picked up van Lin's old wand.

Now, the light became more dazzling. He narrowed his eyes and saw that the outline of the trees was clearly illuminated, and that thing was getting closer and closer

…… Then, the light came out from behind an oak tree, a silver white female deer, as white as the moonlight, dazzling. She came to him quietly, leaving no trace in the snow, her beautiful head and neck high, big eyes, long eyelashes.

Harry gazed at her, puzzled, not by strangeness, but by unspeakable familiarity. He felt that he had been waiting for her to come, but he had forgotten that until this moment, when they met, he remembered.

The impulse to call Hermione and vaseline together was gone. He knew that he wanted to put his life on it. She came for him, just for him.

They looked at each other for a long time, and then the DOE turned and walked away.

"Don't go," Harry cried anxiously, but his hoarse voice was useless. "Come back!"

She seemed to move on purposefully through the forest, and the light quickly faded behind the trees.

Harry trembled and hesitated.

The nervous tension for a long time told him that it was a trick, a temptation, a trap, but instinct, an irresistible instinct, told him it was not black magic.

The light gave him a warm feeling, like the illusion of falling into a hot spring. Harry was so stiff that he even regained a trace of vitality.

Of course, it can not be denied that this may be a magic, an illusion, but it has the same breath as Harry.

So Harry set out to catch up.

The snow chirped at Harry's feet, and the DOE didn't make any noise as she passed through the jungle, because she was like a beam of light.

The DOE guided Harry deep into the forest.

Harry tried to catch up, and he was sure that when she stopped, he would allow Harry to approach her appropriately and tell him something he wanted to know.

Finally, she stopped and turned her beautiful head again. Harry ran at her, eager to ask her. Just as he was about to speak, the DOE disappeared.

It was like a firefly, and it broke away completely with a single slap. Countless silver dots lit up Harry's surroundings, and then dimmed instantly.

Darkness engulfed her in an instant, but the bright outline still remained in front of him. His eyes gradually darkened, and in the blink of an eye, he lost his direction. Now fear is coming.

"Flash of fluorescence!" Harry took a cold breath and whispered, and one end of the wand lit up.

As the mark of the DOE faded away, Harry stood there blinking, listening to the sound of the forest, the sound of the branches in the distance, and the sound of falling snow. Would he be attacked? Did the DOE lure him to the place where the ambush was heavy? Will someone be watching him in the dark, away from the flash of the wand?

A series of questions filled Harry's mind. He closed his eyes and tried to establish a relationship with Voldemort to determine the distance between them.

But in fact, it's no use at all. Voldemort's spiritual world is like a fortress. He has always been the only one to come, and he never said Harry would take the initiative to interview.

Perhaps because of the excitement, a window was opened in the fortress, and Harry just glanced at it and was found to be banished.

But his scar didn't hurt, which calmed Harry a little.

Only in matters related to Voldemort, the scar will give warning or influence, and now it does not respond, which proves that Voldemort has not found them.

They've just changed their hiding places. According to reason, Voldemort can't be so fast

Calming down a little, Harry breathed. In the cold weather, it was like a cigarette bag from a customer at a broken cauldron bar. It was a calming thing.Harry raised the wand a little higher, and no one came running at him, nor did the green light burst from behind the tree.

There is no problem around

So why did she lead him here?

Something flashed faintly in the light of the wand. Harry looked at it. It was a small pond, frozen. He held up his wand and looked at it carefully. The dark broken surface of the pond was shining.

Harry walked cautiously forward and looked inside. The ice on the ground reflected his twisted shadow and the light of his wand. But under the thick, gray haze of ice, there was something flashing, too. It was a huge silver object. He was so surprised that his heart almost jumped out. He knelt down at the edge of the pool, adjusted the angle of his wand, and tried to let the light shine at the bottom of the pool.

A crimson flash It was a sword with a shining ruby in the handle.

Gryffindor's sword is at the bottom of the lake!

Harry gazed down, almost unable to breathe. The strong sense of surprise made Harry's body numb in an instant. His hands were almost unconscious, and his whole body was filled with blood in an instant

How could that be possible? How could it be in such a forest lake? A place so close to their camp? Is there some unknown magic that leads Hermione to this place? Or is it the DOE that he feels like a patron saint is the keeper of the pond? Or was the sword put down after they got here, just when they were still in this place?

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly looked up, regardless of whether there will be other people around, a small lighting incantation, suddenly, the surrounding environment was lit by Harry.

However, the effect is not good.

Apart from scaring away some nocturnal creatures, Harry didn't see a human at all.

The light only lasted a few seconds before it went out, and Harry couldn't control his wand, but it was enough.

No one is here Or have you left?

Harry looked uncertainly at the Gryffindor sword at the bottom of the lake.

Anyway, someone must have wanted to give him the sword of Gryffindor. No doubt, the man knew Dumbledore's will and was able to find their place and give it to him at this time

Wait, you know where they are?

Harry sprang to his feet, and then the glowing light patrolled around.

This is not good news, at least, not entirely

However, the sword of Gryffindor, which makes Harry unable to refuse, at least, apart from the sword of Gryffindor, Harry can not think of any way to destroy the Horcrux.

Perhaps, Fanlin has, but this is the simplest and most effective one!

However, when Harry turned his attention to the sword lying in the ice lake again, some fear affected his happy mood.

Harry was a little uncertain about the sword He pointed his wand at the silver sword and said in a low voice, "the sword is flying!"

There was no movement, as Harry expected. If it had been so simple, the sword would have been on the ground for him to pick it up, instead of lying in the depths of the ice lake.

He walked around the ice, trying to think about how the sword had been delivered to his hand last time. He was in a particularly dangerous situation at that time and he wanted help.

"Help me!" He murmured, but the sword remained at the bottom of the lake, and did not react at all.

Harry said to himself (a few more laps). What did Dumbledore say to him the last time he got the sword? Only real Gryffindors can pull it out of the hat.

But Van Lin and Hermione have tried countless times, and they can't simply pull the Gryffindor sword out of a common hat.

Maybe they got it wrong?

Gryffindor?

So what qualities should be used to define a Gryffindor?

A tiny voice came from Harry's mind and answered the question. The answer is that great courage and chivalry are the qualities of Gryffindors.

Harry stopped and let out a long sigh.

Harry's hot breath soon dissipated in the cold air. He knew what to do. To be honest, since the moment he saw the sword through the ice, he had thought it would happen.

He looked around the woods again to make sure that no one would attack him at this time. If someone is going to attack, there are too many opportunities for Harry to pass through the forest and observe the ice lake. The only reason there was no attack was that the surrounding environment was too unsuitable.

Harry fumbled with his fingers and lifted off his thick clothes. This was where chivalry was needed. He thought helplessly, though not 100% sure, that he didn't ask either van Lin or Hermione to replace him. Let alone, is that chivalry?You can't bully a wounded person and a girl, can't you? In particular, these two people are still in the absolute united front, so we should let them do the work in any way.

As Harry began to undress, an owl was calling in the distance. This makes Harry think of Hedwig in agony.

The weather in December is so cold that it can be used anywhere except around the equator.

He shivered all over, and his teeth made a terrible crash, but he did not stop. He continued to undress until all his underwear was left and he stood barefoot on the snow. He put his wand, his mother's letter and Hedwig's feathers in the bag, and the old snitch in the pocket of his coat. Then put van Lin's wand on the snow.

"Split in pieces!"

The ice made a sound like the sound of guns in the silence, so the surface of the lake cracked, and the black ice swayed on the surface of the lake.

According to Harry's judgment, the lake was not deep, but in order to get the sword, he had to dive in his whole body. No amount of thinking will make it easier, and the water won't get warmer.

Harry felt that he needed a warm-up spell, but the magic wand of Vaseline, Harry always felt that if he was not careful, he would burn himself or something

Harry walked cautiously to the lake, placed Hermione's still glowing wand, and then, without considering how cold it would be or how violently he would tremble, he jumped down.

Every pore in Harry's body seemed to scream and resist. When his shoulder dived into the frozen water, the air in his lungs seemed to condense into a solid. He could hardly breathe. His violent shaking caused many ripples in the lake. He felt that his unconscious feet were like being cut by a blade.

He hoped that only one dive would be enough.

Again and again Harry delayed the full dive, panting and shaking until at last he said to himself that it would be done sooner or later, and then gathered all his courage and dived down.

The cold was very uncomfortable. It was like a fire burning on his body, and the pain swept through. He went to the deep water to explore the sword at the bottom of the lake, and his brain seemed to be frozen.

His finger touched the handle, and then he pulled the sword up. Then something wrapped around his neck. He thought it was water grass. Although nothing swam towards him when he was diving, Harry took it away with his hands to free himself, but it was not water grass. He had seen the fog coming out of Nagini's body in the house in bashida

It made Harry's breathing more and more difficult. Harry kicked around desperately, trying to swim back to the lake, but only pushed himself to the other end of the lake, which was full of rocks. He felt heavier and more breathless. He tried to struggle out of the tentacles that tried to strangle the dead.

But the frozen fingers couldn't pull it apart like Nagini's tail. Now Harry's strength is not enough to fight against

The consciousness in his brain is fading away and his body is drowning. Everything is gone, nothing can be done, and his chest arm can not move completely, he really felt death

…… He felt suffocating and nauseous, as well as the drenched and cold he had never experienced in his life. He gradually sank in the ice and snow.

At this point, a man hobbled up, panting and coughing, as Hermione had been when the snake attacked Harry, but it didn't sound like Hermione, because the cough was too loud and the footstep was too loud.

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