Chapter 1245

"So you two ran out of the camp with me on your back in the middle of the night?" Asked Hermione in a loud voice.

"Didn't we get the sword back..." Said Fanlin.

"But neither of you has a sharp wound, especially you, Fanlin. You had a fever before."

"Don't worry, it's all in the past. Now I feel good." Said Fanlin.

"It's just an accident, Hermione. I've been guided..."

"So, the man's patron saint is a doe? Whose patron saint is a doe Hermione sighed and said, anyway, it's lucky to have the Gryffindor sword back.

That man must be their friend.

"Do you think Kingsley summoned the female deer?" Harry asked weakly.

"Kingsley's patron saint is a lynx. I saw it with my own eyes on the day I picked you up."

"Oh, yes..."

"But Harry, do you think it's Dumbledore? "

"What's wrong with Dumbledore?"

Harry was a little confused. He couldn't think of anything to do with Dumbledore, except Dumbledore's will.

Hermione seemed hesitant, then whispered, "Dumbledore The female deer? I mean That sword has always been in Dumbledore's hands, hasn't it

Harry was stunned. He knew the expectation behind the question. The thought of Dumbledore coming back to them, and still watching them somewhere, is an indescribable relief.

Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore is dead," he said. "I saw it with my own eyes. I saw his body. He really left. What's more, his patron saint is the Phoenix, not the female deer. "

"But the patron saint can change, can't it?" Hermione said, "don't Tonks change?"

"Yes, but if he is still alive, why doesn't he come to us? Why didn't he just give us the sword? "

"I don't know," said Hermione.

"Maybe someone else, like I said, a professor at Hogwarts." Said Fanlin, staring at the flames that Hermione was rising in the tent.

"In fact I hope so, but he did leave... " Harry said, feeling a little bored, thinking back to what Vaseline had said about the wand.

"Speed up and get bigger!"

Harry pointed at the fire with his wand, but the effect was not as good as expected. In the brazier, the flame just shook slightly. Harry tried again. This time the fire was a little bigger.

"Oh, damn it..." Harry poked forward impatiently, as if pouring oil on it. With the explosion of the burning material, the fire ran with one touch.

For a moment, Harry felt that his eyebrows were going to burn.

"Stop..." Hermione screamed, and quickly dodged. Her long hair had some meaning of being ignited.

"Oh, I'm sorry, zoom out!"

However, the fire did not shrink. Instead, there was a vigorous driving.

"Curse stop!"

Fanlin quickly lifted Harry's spell, you can see, just above the brazier on the ceiling are faint left a burnt black mark.

"Sorry..." Harry was speechless and looked down at the winterwood wand. When he used the flash and blast spells, Harry felt that there was something wrong with it. Now it seems that the key to the problem has been found.

All the charms he used, including the simplest ones, were much less powerful than when he used the Phoenix wand before.

This new wand has an uncomfortable sense of invasion, like sewing someone else's hand on his arm.

"You just need to practice more," said Vaseline, looking at Harry jokingly. "It's about your self-confidence, Harry."

"Yes, you just need to adapt to change. After all, every wand is different..." Said Hermione.

Harry knew why she wanted the wand to be OK, and she still felt guilty about breaking his wand.

However, there is no way out. If Hermione doesn't attack Nagini, he and vaseline will definitely die in bashida's house, just like bashida, who will be fed by Nagini.

"It looks like I need to start from scratch, just like Professor Villefort taught us for the first time."

"There's no way to do it. You can try the simplest."

Night fell, and after a well prepared dinner by Hermione, the three of them returned to the tent.

Harry was the first to watch.

Sitting at the entrance of the tent, Harry tried to use the holly wand to suspend a small stone at his feet in the air, but his magic power was still so clumsy and powerless than ever before.

As Hermione was reading in bed, van Lin seemed to think of something. He took a small wooden wireless radio out of his rucksack and tried to tune the channel."From bashida, I remember Fred telling me about this channel," he whispered to Harry. "It's a real news channel. All the other channels are on Voldemort's side, led by the Ministry of magic by the nose, but this one You'll know it. It's amazing. The only pity is that they can't broadcast every night. They have to change places constantly to prevent being pursued. In addition, they need passwords to listen to The problem is, I forgot what the last password was. "

"What's the use of that?"

"I can use Alchemy to try to parse it." Van Lin said, a finger on it, the wooden radio emitting a kind of metal like glow.

"Let me have a look. This is the receiver Elements in different wavebands receive different signals Well... "

It was the first time Harry had seen Vaseline use alchemy in front of him.

"I think I found it..." After a while, van Lin said that the wooden radio in his hand had completely changed. It was like turning stone into gold. Now the wooden radio seems to be made of metal.

"But They don't seem to be broadcasting... "

"If you two don't mind, I think, van Lin, you can put that radio on."

"I'm just looking for something to relax Harry..."

"Oh, forget about it." Hermione said, coming up, "we have more important things to solve now."

"What?" Harry was confused. "If you say it's a wand, I'm practicing..."

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