HP Magic Biography

　　 "Come on, let's go to Albania. Even searching the whole country will not take an afternoon." Ron said sarcastically.

　　 This involuntarily made the other three feel uncomfortable. Since Ron's split, he seems to have changed his personality.

　　 But maybe this is what they are, or in third grade, they were too focused on what Voldemort wanted to do and ignored their friends.

　　 "There can be no Horcruxes there." Fanlin collected the sheepskin rolls.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "Most of the Horcruxes were made before, but in Albania, Voldemort has only soul fragments left, and even survival needs to be possessed by a snake. Do you think Voldemort..."

　　 "Didn't I tell you not to call his name?" Ron called out suddenly, interrupting the three people's consideration.

　　 "Oh, okay..." Fan Linqiang resisted his anger, "but anyway, you can't control my thoughts, maybe you can choose not to listen..."

　　 "Varin..." Hermione pulled on Van Lin's clothes. Naturally, Van Lin didn't say much.

　　 Ron also had a sullen expression on his face.

　　 "Let's talk about Volleyball first... I mean, the Horcrux of the Mysterious Man." Harry said with some embarrassment after looking at Ron.

"Oh, okay." Fanlin nodded, "It is certain that there will be no Horcruxes in Albania, and the snake possessed by Voldemort has already been killed by me. That was originally possible. The most sexual one."

　　 "You mean, Nagini?" Harry thought of the snake, he once possessed on top of Nagini.

　　 "So, Albania can be crossed out." Hermione said, and crossed out Albania from her notebook.

　　 "Then next, Bojin-Bok Magic Shop, that's where he used to stay."

"I don't think he will hide anything in Borgin-Bock." Harry said. He had said this many times, but repeated it again just to break the embarrassing silence. "Borgin and Bork are black magic Object experts, they will recognize this Horcrux in no time."

　　 At this point, Ron yawned obviously. Harry suppressed the strong urge to throw something at him and continued, "I guess he hid it in Hogwarts."

　　 Hermione sighed.

　　 "But Dumbledore will find out, Harry!" Harry repeated his views and looked for reasons in favor of his views.

　　 "Dumbledore said in front of me that he was never sure he knew all the secrets of Hogwarts. I tell you, if there is a place where there is Volley..."

"Oh!"

　　 "Mysterious man! Then!" Harry roared, forcing himself to endure, "If there is one place that really matters to Voldemort, it's Hogwarts!"

　　 "Oh, forget it," Ron said mockingly, "His school?"

　　 "Yes, his school! It was his first real home, and it was a place with extraordinary significance to him; that represented everything about him, even after he left..."

　　 "We are talking about mysterious people, right? Not you?" Ron asked.

　　 Harry forced himself not to look at Ron, because Harry was afraid that he could not help but rush out to do it with Ron.

"There is also Ravenclaw's crown. It was found and destroyed by Fanlin at Hogwarts. Maybe Hogwarts had other Horcruxes. After all, Hogwarts is very big, isn't it? There is no way even Dumbledore can..."

　　 "I can tell you seriously, Harry, Ravenclaw's crown was made when Voldemort was still in school."

　　 "Also, you told us that the mysterious man asked Dumbledore to give him a job after he graduated." Hermione interfaced.

　　 "Yes." Harry replied.

　　 "And Dumbledore thinks he just wants to come back and try to find something, which may be the founder of another academy, to make a Horcrux?"

　　 "Yes," Harry answered.

　　 "But he didn't get the job." Hermione said, "so he would never have the opportunity to go there to find the college founder's stuff and hide it in the school!"

　　 "And, to be sure, we should focus on the founder's relic, but this is not in Hogwarts, is it?" Fanlin said.

　　 "So, okay." Harry was persuaded. "Forget Hogwarts."

　　 There are no other clues. They had to come to London, hide under the invisibility cloak, looking for the orphanage where Voldemort grew up. Hermione sneaked into a library and discovered from their records that the place had been rebuilt many years ago. They came to its location and discovered what is now a government office tower.

　　 "Can we try to dig the foundation?" Hermione said jokingly.

　　 "He can't hide the Horcrux here," Harry said affirmatively.

　　He knew this from beginning to end. Where Zeng Dimo ​​tried his best to get rid of the orphanage, he couldn't hide part of his soul here. Dumbledore showed Harry the magnificence and mystery of the place where Voldemort was hiding the Horcrux.

This dark gray corner of London is the most indistinguishable place you can imagine, especially with Hogwarts or Gringotts... Wizard's Bank... buildings with gilded doors and marble floors. Compare things.

　　 Still without any new ideas, they continued to shuttle in the countryside. For safety's sake, they set up their tents in different places every night, and every morning they make sure to remove all traces of what they have been here, and then set out to find another remote and hidden place.

　　 During the Apparition, I visited many forests, narrow mountain streams, purple wilderness, gorse-covered mountains, and protected coves with many pebbles.

　　 Compared with the anxiety of curry rice, Fanlin's mentality has become more and more peaceful.

　　 The magic circle Tufanlin obtained from Alex probably had eyebrows. Ironically, Fanlin was eager to speculate about Voldemort's other deep meanings as much as possible. To the truth, this was just a resurrection magic.

　　 However, Voldemort is not resurrecting the present person. He is ready to break the rules of time and drag the **** of death, who was still intact and powerful in the past, from time.

　　 Fanlin felt that he probably thought of what conditions he needed. The problem was that the Ministry of Magic only had the time converter to do it, but it was used to reverse thousands of years of time. This is not realistic, isn't it?

　　 Thinking of this, Fanlin felt a little relieved. Just like them, he found that he was doing useless work in the end.

　　……

　　 "What's the matter? What did you see?" Fanlin looked up and asked, looking at Harry who was embarrassed, "Are you..."

　　 "A face," Harry muttered softly, "The same face. The thief who stole from Grigovich."

　　 Whenever this happened, Ron would turn his face away, making no secret of his disappointment. Harry knew that Ron wanted to get news about his family or other members of the Order of the Phoenix, but, after all, Harry was not a TV antenna. He could only know Voldemort's thoughts at the time, and could not choose what he wanted. Know the content.

　　 Obviously, Voldemort was constantly thinking about the happy but unknown boy, including their name and whereabouts.

　　 Harry could be sure that Voldemort knew no more than him.

　　While Harry's scar continued to burn, the happy blond boy also appeared in his mind. He had to try to cover up any expressions of discomfort or pain, because when he mentioned the thief, other people had no response except impatience.

　　 Ron and Hermione didn't care at all, but through the old wand, Fanlin probably guessed who Harry was talking about.

　　 Grindelwald?

　　 The previous owner of the old wand before Dumbledore.

　　 Voldemort would eventually find the old wand. Fanlin had never doubted this, but it was unclear how long it would take.

Fanlin has been trying to find a way to contact Fox because he wants to meet Dumbledore, but the problem is that Fox has no response at all. As for Dumbledore’s location, Fanlin can’t find it at all. It was hidden by magic.

　　 As for Harry, the long search finally made Harry into endless confusion.

　　 In frustration, Harry tried to think about the location of the Horcrux in a wider range, but the only place that appeared in his mind was Hogwarts.

　　 However, Fanlin didn't think about it at all. Ravenclaw's crown had been ruined, so he didn't make any more comments.

　　 Rolled leaves in autumn and swept across the village they passed by. Therefore, the tent they set up was also covered by fallen leaves.

　　 The fog created by nature seems to have joined the dense fog of dementors, and the wind and rain also come to their troubles. In fact, although Hermione could better recognize the edible fungus, it couldn't make up for the isolation of isolation, separation from the group, and the sense of ignorance they had in the battle against Voldemort.

　　 "My mother," Ron said one night when they were sitting in a tent on the banks of the Welsh River, "you can make delicious food out of thin air."

　　 He became more irritable when he saw the many charred fish in his plate.

　　 Fanlin glanced at Ron's face impatiently. In a desperate environment, human temperament will always change, right?

　　 "Your mother can't make food out of the air," Hermione said, "No one can. Food is the first component of the five most important exceptions to ocean law..."

　　 "Oh, just keep it simple, can't it?" Ron said, chewing fish showing through his teeth.

　　 "It is impossible to make food out of thin air! You can call it where you know beforehand, you can change it, and if you already have some, you can also increase its quantity..."

　　 "Well, anyway, I don't want to increase the number of these things, it's disgusting." Ron said.

"Harry caught the fish, I tried my best to make it! I noticed that I was always the one who picked the food when I was almost done!" Hermione said grumpily, and then put down the plate in her hand ...

"Stop talking..." Fanlin looked at Ron coldly, "Tomorrow you can come and cook, Ron, you can find some food and try to use magic to turn them into edible things, and we will sit Hold your long face there and complain, and then you will know you..."

　　 hadn't finished speaking, Fanlin looked out warily as if he was caught in the neck.

　　 "Of course, I think I..."

　　 "Shut up, Ron!" Harry continued, then stood up.

　　 Fanlin also got up and glanced at Harry. Then, the two nodded and rushed out. The black river was tumbling behind them. Suddenly, Fanlin heard the voice again.

　　 He looked around in the light of his wand. Nothing is moving.

　　 "You cast the earplugs curse here, didn't you?" Fanlin asked Hermione in a low voice.

"I did everything I could." She replied in a low voice, "Close your ears and listen to spells, Muggle expelling spells, and daydreaming spells. There are such spells. They can't hear or see us, whether they are Who."

　　 The sound of heavy footsteps, and the sound of falling rocks and branches, told them clearly that some people were climbing down the cliff, to the densely wooded slope, to the narrow river bank where they camped.

　　 They pulled out their wands and waited. The magic they cast here can protect them from the attention of Muggles and ordinary wizards, especially in this darkness. If they are Death Eaters, then their defensive magic will begin to accept the test of dark magic for the first time.

　　 The voice grew louder, but it didn't become clearer, as if a group of people came to the river bank.

　　 Fanlin estimated that they were less than twenty feet away, but the sound of the waterfall made him uncertain. Hermione took out the beaded bag and started rummaging for something. After a while she found out a few retractable ears and gave them one each. They hurriedly pushed one end of the flesh-colored string into the ear and threw the other end out. The exit of the tent.

　　 A few seconds later, Fanlin heard a tired male voice. "There should be some salmon here, or, do you think this season is too early? Salmon is coming!"

　　 A few clear water splashes, and then the sound of fish struggling quickly. Someone murmured admiration.

　　 Fanlin sent the retractable ears deeper into his ears: In addition to river water, he could recognize many sounds, but they didn't speak English or any human language he had ever heard. It was a rude and harsh language, a clicking sound from the throat. And it sounds like two people are talking, one of them sounds lower and slower.

　　 The flames burned more and more on the other side of the tent, and there was a huge figure swaying in the light of the fire through the tent. The alluring aroma of the grilled fish continued to float in their direction. Then there was the clinking of cutlery and plates, and the first man spoke again.

　　 "Here you are, Griphook, Dirk."

　　 "Fairy!" Hermione said to Fanlin with her lips, and Fanlin nodded, confirming Hermione's thoughts.

　　 "Thank you." The fairies said in English together.

　　 "So, how long have you three run away?" The question was a mellow and pleasant new voice. Fanlin's vague feeling was familiar, and he imagined a round face with a smile.

"Six weeks... Seven weeks... I forgot." The man dragged his tired voice and said, "Just a few days after I met Griphook, I joined Dirk's team soon. I am very happy to form an alliance with you. "

　　 He paused for a while, the knife was scratching the cup, and then the cup was picked up from the ground and put back.

　　 "Then why did you leave? Ted." The man continued to ask.

　　 "I know they will attack me soon," Ted said in a smooth voice, and Harry immediately realized who that man was: Tonks' father.

"I heard that the Death Eaters were in that area last week, and I decided it was best to escape. I refused to register as a Muggle-born identity. So you see, I know this will happen sooner or later, and I will leave in the end. Mine The wife will be safe, she is pure-blood, and I saw Dean there, um, a few days ago, right child?"

"Yes," another voice said. Fanlin, Hermione, Harry, and Ron looked at each other. They didn't speak but were very excited. They could be sure they recognized Dean Thomas' voice. They were in the grid. Classmate of Lanfindor.

　　 "Muggle-born, right?" the first man said.

　　 "I'm not sure," Dean said, "My father abandoned my mother when I was young. I don't have any evidence that he is a wizard." There was a silence, except for chewing. Then Ted started talking again.

　　 "I must say, Dirk, I was surprised to meet you. Happy, but surprised. Rumors say you have been caught."

"I was caught," Dirk said. "I escaped halfway to Azkaban. Someone stunned Dalis and I snatched his broom. It was easier than you thought. , I don’t think he was sober at the time. He may be controlled by the Imperius Curse. If so, I will shake hands with the wizards who cast the spell on him, because they saved my life."

　　 There was another silence, only the crackling of flames and the surging sound of the river. Then Ted said, "Which side are you two on? I, uh, always think the goblin is on the side of the mysterious person, basically."

　　 "Your idea is wrong." said the goblin with a high voice. "We are not on either side. This is a war of wizards."

　　 "Where are you going to hide next?" "I want to be more cautious," the goblin said with a low voice, "I rejected what I thought was reckless request. I know I'm in danger."

　　 "What do they let you do?" Ted asked.

　　 "This kind of request is a kind of harm to the dignity of our race," the fairy replied, and when he said this, his voice was more rough than human, "I am not a house elf."

　　 "What about you, Griphook?"

"The same reason," said the high-pitched goblin, "Gringotts is no longer under my control. I don't approve of those wizard managers." It then mumbled something it didn't understand, and Dirk laughed. stand up.

　　 "Is there anything ridiculous?" Dean asked.

　　 "Haha," Dirk said, "There are still things that don't even recognize wizards."

　　 There was a short silence.

　　 "I don't understand..." Dean said.

　　 "I took revenge a little bit before I left." Griphook said in English.

　　 "Good guy...good fairy, I mean." Ted hurriedly revised. "I guess you locked the Death Eaters in a tall, secret cave, didn't you?"

　　 "If I did that, it would be impossible for the sword to help him escape." Griphook replied. Dirk laughed again, and even Dirk gave a chuckle.

　　 "Dean and I still don't understand." Ted said.

　　 "Severus Snape does the same, even though he doesn't know what it is." Griphook said, and the two spirits laughed maliciously together.

　　 Harry almost suffocated from excitement in the tent, he and Fanlin glanced at each other, trying to hear the sounds clearly.

　　 "You haven't heard of those things, Ted?" Dirk asked. "About the students who tried to steal the Gryffindor sword from Snape's office at Hogwarts?"

　　 It was like a rush of electricity flowing through Harry's body, stabbing his nerves, and making him stand in place as if he had rooted.

　　 "I haven't heard a word," Ted said. "The Daily Prophet didn't report it, did it?"

　　 "Not at all," Dirk chuckled. "Grahuan told me that he heard from Bill Weasley who works in a bank. One of the students who wanted to get the sword was Bill's sister."

　　A few people glanced there, and it was obvious that Harry and Ron were both holding on to the telescopic ears tightly, as if it were their rope of life.

　　 "She and two other friends entered Snape's office and smashed the glass box that was obviously holding the sword. Snape caught them as they tried to sneak the sword down the stairs."

　　 "Oh, God bless them," Ted said. "What do they think they can use this sword to defeat the mysterious man? Or defeat Snape himself?"

"No matter what they want to do with this sword, Snape thinks it is not safe to put the sword there anymore," Dirk said. "After a few days, he may have been ordered by a mysterious man. I Guess, he sent it to London Gring for preservation."

　　 The fairies laughed again.

　　 "I don't know what is ridiculous." Ted said.

　　 "That's fake." Griphook said in a harsh voice. "That Gryffindor sword!"

"Oh, yes. That's just an imitation—a wonderful imitation, to be sure...but it was made by a wizard. The original sword was made by a fairy a few centuries ago, and it will definitely be made by a fairy. Certain characteristics of armor. No matter where the real Gryffindor sword is, it must not be at Gringotts Bank anyway."

　　 "I see," Ted said, "I think you didn't tell the Death Eaters about it?"

　　 "I don't see any reason to disturb them with this kind of thing." Griphook said self-righteously.

　　 Now Ted and Dean are laughing with Dirk and Dirk. In the tent, Harry closed his eyes, hoping that some people could ask some questions Harry needed to know.

　　 After a long minute, Dean spoke. He is (Harry trembles when he thinks of it) Ginny's former boyfriend.

　　 "What happened to Ginny and the others? Those who want the sword."

　　 "Oh, they were cruelly punished." Griphook said casually.

　　 "So, are they okay now?" Ted asked quickly, "I mean, the Weasley family can't afford to have another child injured, right?"

　　 "They were not seriously injured, as far as I know." Griphook said.

　　 "They are so lucky," Ted said. "From Snape's words and deeds, we should be lucky that they are still alive."

　　 "You believe that story, don't you, Ted?" Dirk asked. "Do you believe Snape killed Dumbledore?"

　　 "Of course I believe," Ted said. "You won't sit there and tell me all that you think Potter did?"

　　 "It's hard to be sure what to believe these days." Dirk muttered.

　　 "I know Harry Potter," Dean said, "I'm sure he is real... the savior, or whatever."

"Yes, many people believe that he is, kid," Dirk said, "including me. But where is he now? Faced with so many things, he ran away. Do you think he knows many things we don't know, or has What special mission is that he fights outside, resists, not hides. And you know, the Daily Prophet has spared no effort to oppose him..."

　　 "Daily Prophet?" Ted said mockingly. "If you still read that newspaper, you deserve to be deceived, Dirk. If you want to know the facts, you can read "Singing and Singing"."

　　 Just as the voice fell, a breathless vomiting sounded, getting louder and louder. Dirk Qiang swallowed a piece of fish bone. At last he spit and said: ""Singing the opposite"? That broken magazine edited by the old madman Shenonferius Lovegood?"

"The magazines these days are not very weird," Ted said. "You need to take a look. Shenon Ferrys has published all the facts that the Daily Prophet has deliberately not published. Now no more snoring with those crooked corners. The beast is entangled. For a long time they hope to cooperate with him, I don’t know. However, Shenon Ferrys said on the front page of every magazine that those wizards who fight Voldemort should give priority to Harry Potter. ."

　　 "It's hard to help a boy who disappears in the world without showing up." Dirk said.

"Listen, the fact that they haven't caught him yet is an achievement in itself." Ted said, "I'm glad he has no news now. Besides, that's what we are doing, hiding in a safe place, isn't it? ?"

"Yes, you got the point," Dirk said gravely. "When the entire Ministry of Magic and all their followers are looking for him, I would rather see him arrested now. However, it is also possible. They have caught him and killed him without making it public, have they?"

　　 "Oh, don't say that, Dirk," Ted muttered.

　　 There was a long silence, only the click of a knife and fork. When they spoke again, they discussed whether they should sleep on the bank of the river or withdraw to sleep on the **** with trees.

　　 Later they felt that the trees could better cover them, so they put out the fire, then climbed back to the slope, and their voices gradually disappeared.

　　 Several people rolled up their telescopic ears.

　　 Harry found it difficult to be silent after overhearing these words. He couldn't even say one more word: "Ginny...that sword..."

　　 "I understand!" Hermione said. She rummaged in her beaded bag, and this time she stretched her hand deep to the armpit.

　　 "Here...we...we are..." She squeezed a few words between her teeth, apparently she was pulling something out from the depths of the bag. Gradually, a gorgeously decorated picture frame emerged.

　　 Fanlin hurried to help her. When they held up the empty portrait of Phineas, Hermione kept pointing her wand at the portrait, ready to cast a spell at any time.

"If someone had stolen the sword in Dumbledore's office," she said, panting, as they leaned the portrait against the side of the tent. "Phineas Nigel will definitely see it. His portrait is hanging next to that place."

　　 "Unless he is sleeping," Harry said.

　　 "No, no, you don't need to sleep for these photos." Fanlin said, staring at the portrait of Phineas.

　　 Snape wouldn't really kill Ginny, but what Snape did to George was clearly not reassuring.

　　 Harry was still holding his breath while Hermione was kneeling before the empty canvas. He became very anxious. If possible, Harry really hoped that Ginny would do nothing.

　　What the **** did Snape do to Ginny?

　　Hermione's wand was pointed at the center of Chinatown, cleared her throat, and said, "Uh... Phineas? Phineas Nigel?"

　　 nothing appeared.

　　 "Phineas Nigel?" Hermione said again. "Professor Black? Can we talk to you? Please!"

　　 "The word'please' is always useful." Said a hypocritical voice, Phineas Nigel slipped into his portrait.

　　 Hermione caught her off guard.

　　 In the next second, a black blindfold immediately covered Phineas Nigel's sly, black eyes, causing him to hit the frame and scream.

　　 "What... how dare you... what are you doing...?"

　　 "I'm sorry, Professor Black," Hermione said, "but this is a necessary defense!"

　　 "Take this dirty attachment right away! Take it, I said! You are destroying an artwork! Where am I? What happened?"

　　 "You don't need to know where you are," Fanlin said lightly, and Phineas Nigel seemed to be frozen suddenly, no longer trying to peel off his dark blindfold.

　　 "Could the source of this sound be the missed Mr. Al?"

　　 "If you really think so." Fanlin said, looking at Harry.

　　 "We have a few questions for you...about that Gryffindor sword."

　　 "This is, Mr. Potter?"

　　 "Yes, as you wish."

　　 Phineas came with great interest.

　　 "Uh," Phineas Nigel said, turning his head trying to see Harry, "Yes, the most ignorant behavior that stupid girl did there..."

　　 "Don't make irresponsible remarks to my sister." Ron said rudely, very dissatisfied with Phineas' words.

　　 But Phineas Nigel raised his eyebrows arrogantly~www.readwn.com~ Who else is here? He asked, turning his head around, "Your voice annoys me!" That girl and her friend are the most stupid idiots. Want to steal something from the principal. "

　　 "They weren't stealing," Harry said. "That sword wasn't Snape's."

　　 "It belongs to Principal Snape's school," Phineas said bluntly. "Why did the girl named Weasley get it? She should be punished, along with the idiot Longbottom and the crazy girl!"

　　 "Neville is not an idiot, and Luna is not a lunatic!" Hermione said.

　　 "Where am I?" Phineas Nigel asked repeatedly, and began to struggle with his blindfold again. "Where did you take me? Why did you remove my portrait from my ancestral home?"

　　 "Leave that alone! How did Snape punish Ginny, Neville and Luna?" Harry asked eagerly.

　　 "Professor Snape sent them into the Forbidden Forest to do something for that stupid Hagrid."

　　 "Hagrid is not a stupid big man!" Hermione said sharply.

"Snape might think it was punishment," Harry said, "but Ginny, Neville, and Luna will definitely be happy with Hagrid. The Forbidden Forest...they have faced many worse than the Forbidden Forest. Things are pretty good!" He felt relieved, he kept thinking about horror, at least it was a heartbreaking curse.

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