HP Approaches the Magic World

But as soon as Hermione moved, Bathilda unexpectedly shook her head vigorously, pointed at Harry, and then at herself.

"She wants me to go with her alone."

"Why?"

Hermione asked, her voice sharp and clear, echoing in the candlelit room. She had begun to feel uneasy, and that suspicion seemed to have become a reality - without Jon around, it had become dangerous.

"Perhaps Dumbledore asked her to give the sword to me, only me?"

"Do you really think she knows who you are?"

"Yes," said Harry, staring down into the cloudy eyes that stared at him: "I think she knows."

"Okay, but hurry up, Harry."

"Lead the way."

The old lady seemed to understand and staggered around him towards the door.

Harry turned back and smiled comfortingly at Hermione, but he didn't know if she saw it. She stood in the dirty room in the candlelight with her arms folded, looking at the bookshelf.

Neither Hermione nor Bathilda noticed that Harry stuffed the unknown thief's silver framed picture into his coat as he walked out of the room.

The stairs were steep and narrow: Harry almost wanted to put his hand against the bloated Bathilda's back to prevent her from falling backwards on him, which seemed too likely.

Breathing a little, she slowly climbed to the top of the stairs, turned right and took him into a low bedroom.

It was dark inside and the smell was terrible. Harry had just vaguely made out a chamber pot protruding from the bed when Bathilda closed the door, and even that bit of vision was swallowed up by the darkness.

"Fluorescence."

Harry said he was startled when the wand lit up: in those few seconds of darkness Bathilda had walked up to him without him hearing her.

"Are you Potter?"

"Yes, I am."

She nodded slowly and solemnly, and Harry felt the Horcrux beating rapidly, faster than his own heartbeat. It was an uncomfortable and anxious feeling.

"Do you have anything for me?"

Harry asked, but she seemed distracted by the light from the tip of his staff.

"Do you have anything for me?"

She closed her eyes, and several things happened: Harry's scar hurt like needles; the Horcrux trembled, and even the sweater on his chest moved;

The dark and rancid room temporarily disappeared. He felt a burst of joy and said in a high-pitched, cold voice: Watch him!

Harry shook on the spot: the dark and rancid room seemed to surround him again, and he didn't understand what had just happened.

"Do you have anything for me?"

"This way."

She pointed to the corner and whispered. Harry raised his wand and vaguely saw a messy dressing table under the curtained window.

This time she didn't take him.

Harry raised his wand and moved sideways between her and the unmade bed, not wanting to take his eyes off her.

"What's this?"

he asked, moving to the dresser, which was piled high and looked and smelled like dirty laundry.

"there."

She pointed to the messy pile and said.

The moment he looked away and searched for a sword hilt and a ruby ​​in the pile, she moved strangely: he saw it from the corner of his eye, turned around in horror, and was paralyzed with fear.

.

He saw the aging body fall down, and a big snake spurted out from where her neck used to be.

As he raised his wand, the snake struck: it bit him hard on the forearm, and the wand somersaulted toward the ceiling, the fluorescent light spinning dizzyingly around the walls before going out.

Immediately afterwards, the snake's tail hit him hard in the abdomen, sweeping him out of breath. He fell backward on the dressing table and fell into the smelly pile of dirty clothes——

He rolled to the side, barely dodging the snake's tail that swept towards him, and it hit the table where he had been a second ago.

He rolled to the ground, with broken glass splashing all over him. He heard Hermione shouting downstairs: "Harry?"

He couldn't draw enough air into his lungs to answer, and suddenly a heavy and smooth thing knocked him to the ground again. He felt it slide over his body, powerful and powerful——

"No!"

"Yes," the voice said softly, "yes... watching you... watching you..."

"The magic wand...the magic wand flies..."

But it doesn't work.

He needed to use his hands to push away the big snake wrapped around him. It was squeezing the air out of his lungs and pressing the Horcrux tightly into his chest, a pulsating circle of ice just a few feet away from his own racing heart.

inches away.

A white cold light suddenly appeared in his brain, all thoughts became blank, his breathing was drowned, the footsteps in the distance, everything disappeared...

A metal heart was pounding outside his chest. Now he was flying, with the joy of victory in his heart, without the need for broomsticks and Thestrals...

He suddenly woke up in a sour-smelling darkness. Nagini had released him.

He got up hastily and saw the outline of the snake reflected in the dim light at the top of the stairs: it was attacking. Hermione screamed and ducked aside. Her spell missed and shattered the curtained window.

, cold air poured into the room.

Harry dodged another shower of broken glass and stepped on something that looked like a pencil - his wand -

He bent down and picked it up, but now the snake filled the room, its tail lashing.

Hermione disappeared, and Harry thought of the worst case scenario for a moment, but suddenly there was a bang, a red light flashed, and the big snake flew into the air and hit Harry hard in the face, and the heavy snake body circled around

Rise to the ceiling.

Harry raised his wand, but the scar burned even more intensely than it had in years.

"He's coming! Hermione, he's coming!"

There was chaos, the snake knocked over the shelves on the wall, broken china flew everywhere, Harry jumped from the bed and grabbed the dark figure he knew was Hermione——

She screamed in pain, and was pulled back to the bed by Harry. The big snake stood up again, but Harry knew that something more terrifying than the snake was coming, maybe already at the door. His scar hurt so much that his head felt like it was about to come.

split--

The big snake swooped over, and Harry pulled Hermione and rushed out.

When it hit, Hermione finally received the signal, flicked her wand and screamed: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

Her spell flew around the room, blowing up the full-length mirror, bouncing between the floor and the ceiling and back toward them, scalding Harry's arm with its heat.

The two people jumped directly into the void from the broken window, Hermione's scream echoed in the night, and the two people spun in mid-air...

At this moment, Harry's scar exploded. He was Voldemort, running quickly through the smelly bedroom, grabbing the window sill with his slender, pale fingers.

He saw the bald man and the little woman spinning away and shouting furiously. His shouts were mixed with the girl's, echoing in the dark garden, covering up the Christmas bells from the church...