HP Magic Biography

"Harry..." Hermione yelled softly, but Harry didn't respond, he just shook his head.

Now, something called faith collapsed in him; it was like how he felt after Ron had left.

Harry had always believed in Dumbledore steadfastly, believing 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 tone cold and unreasonable.

"...But don't forget, Harry, this is written by Rita Skye."

"You've read the letter to Grindelwald, haven't you?" Harry didn't answer, but the interface asked back.

"Yes, I...I read it." Hermione hesitated, looking very upset, and covered her teacup with cold hands. "I think this is just the worst part that sounds. I think Bathilda thought it was just talking, but'for great good deeds' became Grindelwald's creed and a justification for his later brutal crimes. And... from this point of view... it is indeed like a revelation from Dumbledore's words. What they said'for great good deeds' was even engraved at the entrance of Nurmond."

"What is Nurmond?"

"It's the prison Grindelwald built to hold his opponents. He himself died there when Dumbledore caught him. Anyway, this is...this is a terrible idea, Deng Blido’s idea helped Grindelwald achieve his goals. But on the other hand, even Rita couldn’t lie that they only knew each other that summer. After all, they were still young and..."

"I knew you would say that," Harry said. He doesn't want to lose his temper at her, but he can hardly make his voice sound nonchalant now.

"I know you would say'they are still young'. They were the same age as we are now. Look at us now, risking our lives to fight against the forces of darkness, but look at him again and join his new friends. Planning to establish their rule over Muggles."

With that said, Harry could no longer control his emotions: he stood up and walked back and forth, trying to vent some anger.

"I'm not trying to defend these things about Dumbledore," Hermione said. "All the ‘laws of power’ are a guise, a reenactment of ‘magic is power’. But Harry, his mother has just died, and he bears this alone in the room..."

"A person? He is not alone! He has a younger brother and younger sister as his company, and he also locked up his dumb sister..."

"But Fanlin said, Ariana is not a dumb gun, you know..."

"Oh, so, why didn't Ariana show up at Hogwarts?" Harry said without hesitation, "Like you, Hermione...they can even find you in a Muggle family...very Sorry, I am not targeting you, Hermione...you are great and outstanding. Among the female wizards I know, no one can surpass you..."

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

"I'm not apologizing, Hermione," Harry dressed roughly, "I'm just stating a fact..."

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

"I believe him too, but the reality is that it was Dumbledore's past!" Harry yelled frantically.

"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 is a dumb gun. The Dumbledore we know will never, never allow……"

"Don't we also think that the Dumbledore we know will never attempt to conquer Muggles by force!" Harry roared, his echo echoing in the open mountains, stunned many birds in the misty night sky The tweet hovered.

"But, everyone will become Harry... He has become better, he has become better! This is obvious! Maybe he was really addicted to it when he was seventeen, but he ran out of life energy afterwards. Fight against dark magic. It was Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald. It was he who had been dedicated to protecting Muggles and the rights of Muggle-born wizards. It was he who had fought against mysterious people from the beginning, and he was ultimately responsible for Can defeat the mysterious man and sacrifice! No matter what, you should not deny what he did later, maybe this is just a mistake he made when he was young..."

Rita's book was placed between the two of them, and Albus Dumbledore in the illustration in the book smiled lonely at them.

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

"Maybe!" Harry exploded. He raised his arms abruptly, as if to lift his boundless anger aloft or protect himself under the weight of his fantasy, "Look how he talks to me Say it, Hermione: Take the risk, Harry, do it again, do it again, do it again! Don’t expect me to explain anything to you, just fight your life, believe me, believe I 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 know!!"

Harry's voice had become hoarse in the hysterical shouting. Looking at Hermione who was as pale as his own, Harry suddenly felt that they were so small in this vast world.

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

Harry's arms dropped weakly. "I really don’t know who Dumbledore ever cared about, Hermione, but that person would never be me. It’s not love, it’s just a mess he left me. He would rather share his truth with Gellert Grindelwald shared that he didn’t want to... It’s not me, Hermione, Fanlin may know more than I do, but now it seems that there is nothing left besides what is known, right? If Fanlin knew about it, we wouldn’t hide in this camp like a tortoise with a shrunken head. We have to beware of the Ministry of Magic and Death Eaters every day. We can’t even contact Sirius... "

Harry picked up Fanlin's wand he had just thrown into the snow, and sat down at the tent again.

"Thank you for your tea. I have finished reading the book. You should also go back to warm up. Fanlin is seriously injured. Now he needs more care, right? Compared to this..." Harry pointed to the book and read it again. Look at the wand in his hand.

His hands became fists, and his fingers turned pale because of the force... Harry felt his body trembling, and the hot tea Hermione had given him cooled early.

Hermione hesitated, but she didn't know what to say, but the worries about Fanlin still prompted the girl to stand up quickly. She picked up the book and got into the tent from Harry's side. Before leaving, she gently combed Harry's hair with her hands.

Harry closed his eyes and felt Hermione's touch: how much 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 for Harry to stand guard, Fanlin still didn't look sober. The only thing that made Hermione feel so relieved was that Fanlin's fever subsided a bit, and the potions really worked.

This situation relieved Hermione’s anxiety to a certain extent, and Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. This seemed to be a good sign, but it can be confirmed that Harry still refused to talk about Dumbledore and Grindel. Talk about the affairs of Vo and Ariana.

It started to snow outside, which made the surrounding area less open and cold. The snowy weather is always better than the days when the snow melts.

However, Harry's dreams made him confused and troubled: Nagini was winding through them, crawling through the wreath of Christmas roses.

Harry woke up in panic again and again, feeling that someone was calling him from a distance, and imagined that the wind whipping the tent around was someone's footsteps or voices.

Finally, Harry got up in the dark and walked to Hermione, who was curling up at the entrance of the tent, reading a book called "A History of Magic" with the light of the magic wand.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

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

"We're looking for a safer place," she said, shaking and adding a sweatshirt to the outside of her pajamas. "I always feel that I can hear someone walking outside, even once or twice, I seem to see someone outside. Fanlin's current situation is very unstable, but we have no way to contact Madam Pomfrey, Saint Mang. Ge Hospital is not good either, I should really prepare earlier."

Harry paused while putting on his jacket, staring into the silent silence, and the sight glass stood still on the table.

"Of course, about the people outside... I'm sure it's just what I imagined," Hermione said, looking a little nervous. "The snow and the night are teasing your eyes... But, just in case, maybe we Should I phantom under the cloak of invisibility?"

Half an hour later, after clearing the tent, Harry put the tightly wrapped Fan Lin on his back. His wand was broken, so Hermione could only preside over this action.

Hermione grasped the beaded bag and apparated.

They were swallowed up by the same sense of oppression they had always had. Harry's legs did not step on the snow, and hit the hard frozen ground covered with leaves. Harry resisted the pain and wanted to stop Fanlin. Fortunately, Hermione found out about the situation here. , And stabilized Fanlin with a suspended suspension.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, rubbing his shoulders, looking around the large woods.

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

"Dean Forest," Hermione replied, "I used to camp here with my parents."

There is a lot of snow on the trees. Compared to the previous places, the temperature here is abnormally low, but at least there is no wind here.

They stayed in the tent most of the day, moved Fanlin’s bed, and then the three of them surrounded a group of warm blue flames. Hermione was already able to cast this kind of magic very skillfully. Shovel it up with a shovel and put it in the jar.

The warmth seemed to make Fanlin feel relaxed, at least his frowning brows stretched somewhat.

In the middle, Fanlin awoke for a short period of time, perhaps because of insufficient energy to repair, but being able to wake up is good news.

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

Hermione was pleasantly surprised to drink some hot porridge to Fanlin, and added some small blue bottles by the way...

Does this count as a remedy?

However, this did regain some confidence in Harry.

In the afternoon, fresh snow flakes floated on them, and powdered snow appeared in the protected open area.

Now that he had barely slept for two nights, Harry seemed to be more vigilant than usual, and the escape in Gochuk Valley made Voldemort seem to be closer and more threatening than before.

As night fell again, Harry refused Hermione’s vigil and asked her to go to sleep. After all, there is a patient in the house. The wounds that were pierced through the body are not so well healed. This is fundamentally different from piercing the body with a knife. A hole.

Harry moved an old mat to the door of the tent, put on all his thick sweaters, and sat down. Despite this, he was still shivering in the cold. As a last resort, Harry asked Hermione to prepare a pot of flames for him. It is enough to release the magic power, this is not something that can only be done with a magic wand.

As time goes by ~www.readwn.com~ the night is getting darker and I can't see my fingers when I reach out.

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

In that dense and tranquil forest, all small movements will be multiplied. Harry knew that 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 that represented danger.

He still remembered the sound of the cloak sliding over the fallen leaves many years ago, and he immediately felt that he heard that sound again, and his whole body shook. Their protective magic has been successfully used for several weeks. Why is it cracked now? And he always felt that something was different tonight than usual. He stood up suddenly from time to time, his neck was a little painful, because he fell asleep several times and his head kept falling to the side of the tent at an uncomfortable angle.

The night turned velvety black, and he felt as if he was floating between the apparition and the manifestation. Harry raised his hand in front of him, which seemed to give some courage...

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