HP Approaches the Magical World

Text Chapter 883 Scar stabbing pain

Time goes backwards.

When Hermione pulled Harry and the others to apparate, Yaxley caught her, and Jon, who came out right behind, was still one step too late and couldn't catch up with them directly.

But this situation is also in Jon's calculations, because he is not very familiar with the situation of the Ministry of Magic, and it is very possible that there will be some problems when looking for someone, so he and Hermione vaccinated in advance , if they are caught by someone, then immediately look for an opportunity to hide there and go to a place where no one knows.

Hermione did exactly that.

When she appeared in Grimmauld Place, she keenly realized that she was following a person, so taking advantage of Yaxley's relaxation, she took the opportunity to apparate to another place with the person.

And the opportunity was naturally created for her by Jon who came later.

Jon used psychic magic, disturbed Yaxley's thoughts a little, and then took the latter into his own hands.

Otherwise, the location of Grimmauld Place would really be exposed.

Even if Hermione becomes the leaker, she can still guarantee that the location of this square is not known to too many people, it was seen by Yaxley, and it was seen by Yaxley and the Death Eaters squatting outside the gate at the same time See, there are two concepts.

Stephen appeared in front of Jon a moment later. As soon as he appeared, he saw Jon standing on the stone steps of Grimmauld Place, holding Yaxley's body in his hand, as if holding a chicken.

Of course he knew about this place. After all, Jon was also one of the keepers. Snape didn't tell the location of this place to others, but Jon did.

Moreover, under the interference of the magic net, the secrecy effect of the Fidelity Curse is as bright and bright as a torch burning in the darkness.

"Take this man back and let Professor Lockhart deal with his memory. Don't modify too much, and don't miss a single thing today. But at the same time, don't let him have too many memories of the location of Grimmore Square."

Jon's request seemed strange to Stephen.

"You yourself are a very superb master of memory magic, why don't you do it yourself?

Wouldn't it be cumbersome for me to take it back to find Professor Lockhart to do it, and then send him back? "

"The real point of getting Professor Lockhart to do it is that you can check this person's memory,

Although his status among the Death Eaters is not too high, he should always know something we don't know,

It's impossible for Snape to know everything. On the contrary, this kind of little person may know more. How to squeeze out his value is a problem you need to face. Now I'm going to see Hermione and the others. "

"Okay, okay, you are like a nanny now, and I am even worse, I want to be your nanny's nanny."

Jon didn't stay and continue to listen to Stephen's complaints, he had already broken the space and left here.

The location of Hermione and the others had not been discussed with Jon beforehand, but the notebook he left on Hermione could help him find these people.

So the next moment, he disappeared from Grimmore Square and came to a forest.

"Where is this place?"

Looking at Hermione who was sobbing on the ground, Harry and Ron who collapsed on the ground, Jon frowned.

This place didn't have any impression in his mind, he should have never been here, so it was a bit strange for Hermione and the others to appear here.

"Teacher," Hermione took a deep breath to make her cry less obvious: "This is the forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held last time... Teacher, you don't know."

"Obviously I don't like the sport, and I wasn't there when you had the Quidditch match, I was out of the country with some business."

It is naturally impossible to talk about these things with Hermione, because there is no time to explain these things clearly.

"But you're a little flustered."

Jon waved his hand, and a green leaf fell from his hand and landed on top of Weasley's head, preventing the little guy from bleeding to death.

"Fortunately, it's just a split body, and the injury is not particularly serious. You should remember to use white essence later on. Apparition should also be added to the transportation facility system in the future. If you have time, you can study this aspect. It will be very helpful for you to work in the Ministry of Magic." help."

"Teacher, is it possible for us to go to the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Don't worry, I will take care of the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. The current one... will not exist for a long time. We will take care of these things. You can take care of the two of them now. Mainly take care of Harry.

As for the little guy in the Weasley family, if he has anything to do, leave him alone, let him calm down, rest assured, I will arrange someone to protect him, and nothing will happen. "

Jon spoke very fast, and he didn't give Hermione a chance to interject at all. It was more of an order than a pointer.

"Okay, I will come to you in two days. You can move around freely these days. Don't lose the notebook I gave you. It's best to keep it in your bag and not take it out."

Jon glanced at Harry, who seemed to be about to wake up.

"Don't make them suspicious, it should be no problem for you."

Jon's voice paused, because there seemed to be a memory in his mind that he remembered again.

But Hermione didn't know, the girl only saw the scene where Jon disappeared after saying this sentence.

Harry next to her woke up, and she sobbed again.

Harry opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a blinding field of gold and green.

He didn't know what was going on, only that he seemed to be lying among the branches and twigs.

He inhaled with difficulty, his lungs seemed to be compressed.

He blinked and realized that the dazzling color was sunlight streaming through the tall tree canopies.

Something twitched next to his face, and he knelt on his hands, expecting to see some kind of vicious little animal, but it turned out to be Ron's feet.

Harry looked around and saw that they and Hermione were both lying on the forest floor, as if no one else was there.

Harry thought of the Forbidden Forest first, and for a moment, knowing how foolish and dangerous it would be for the three of them to be at Hogwarts, his heart still pounded with excitement at the thought of sneaking into Hagrid's cabin through the woods. Pound up.

Then Ron gave a low groan, and Harry crawled towards him, and soon saw that this was not the Forbidden Forest: the trees looked younger, with wider spacing, and the ground was more open.

He bumped into Hermione next to Ron's head, which was also crawling.

Seeing Ron, Harry forgot all about it, because Ron's left side was soaked in blood, and his face was dead white as he lay his pillow on the dirt and fallen leaves.

The potency of the Polyjuice Potion was fading, and Ron's appearance was between Cattermole and himself, his hair was getting more and more red while the only bit of blood on his face faded.

"What's up with him?"

"Split."

Hermione said her hands were already busy on Ron's sleeve, where the blood was the wettest and darkest.

Harry watched in horror as she tore Ron's shirt open, his internal organs stirred uncomfortably, and Hermione exposed Ron's upper arm, where a large piece of flesh was missing, as if it had been gouged out with a knife...

"Harry, come on, in my bag, there's a little bottle that says Perfume Essence -"

"In the bag—ok—"

Harry rushed to where Hermione had landed, grabbed the beaded pouch, and stuck his hand inside.

Immediately, his hand touched each object: the spine of a leather book, the sleeve of a cardigan, the heel of a shoe—

"Quick!"

He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed to the inside of the magic packet.

"Bai Xianfei is here!"

A brown vial jumped out of his bag, and he grabbed it and hurried back to Hermione and Ron.

Ron's eyes were half-closed, with only the whites of the upper and lower lids showing.

"He passed out."

Hermione was also pale, she no longer looked like Mafalda, although her hair still had a few spots of gray: "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."

Harry uncorked the vial, and Hermione took the vial and poured three drops onto the bleeding wound.

Green smoke billowed up, and when it cleared, Harry saw that the bleeding had stopped, and the wound looked as if it had been growing for days, with a layer of new skin covering the freshly exposed flesh.

"I can only do so much," Hermione said tremblingly, "There are some spells that can make him fully recover, but I dare not use them, for fear of doing more damage and causing more damage... He has already lost so much blood ..."

"How did he get hurt? I mean, "

Harry shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts and make sense of what had happened: "Why are we here? Didn't we go back to Grimmauld Place?"

Hermione took a deep breath, looking like she was about to cry.

"Harry, I don't think we can go back."

"What--"

"When we Apparated, Yaxley grabbed me and I couldn't shake him off, he was too strong.

He was still holding on to Grimmauld Place, and then—I think he must have seen the door and guessed we were going to stop there, so he let go a little, and I let him go and took you to the Here it comes! "

"But where is he? Wait a minute... You don't mean they're in Grimmauld Place? He can't get in?"

Hermione shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Harry, I think he can. I—I forced him to let go with the Withdrawal Charm, but I've brought him under the protection of the Fidelity Charm.

After Dumbledore's death, we're the Secret Keepers, so I leaked the secret, didn't I? "

Unable to hide it, Harry knew she was telling the truth, and it was a crushing blow.

If Yaxley had been able to get into the house, they really couldn't go back.

Now Yaxley might be Apparating the other Death Eaters there.

The house, dark and depressing as it was, had been their only safe haven, and now Kreacher was much happier and friendlier. It even felt a little like home.

It made Harry feel sad to think of the house-elf busy making steak and kidney pies that Harry, Ron, and Hermione would never eat again, but not for the food.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be stupid, it's not your fault! If you want to blame, you should blame me..."

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out Mad-Eye's magic eye, and Hermione backed away in horror.

"Umbridge put it on her office door to spy on people.

I couldn't leave it there...but that's how they found out someone was in it. "

Before Hermione could answer, Ron groaned and opened his eyes, still gray and sweaty.

"how are you feeling?"

"It sucks."

Ron said hoarsely, touching his injured arm, flinching in pain.

"Where are we?"

"The forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held," said Hermione. "I was looking for a secluded, secluded place, and it was—"

"—the first place you think of."

Harry finished for him, looking at the seemingly deserted glade, reminded that the last time they Apparated to the first place Hermione thought of, the Death Eaters had spotted them within minutes.

Is it Legilimency?

Did Voldemort or his henchmen know by now where Hermione had taken them?

"Do you think we should transfer?"

asked Ron, and Harry could see from Ron's expression that he was thinking the same.

"I have no idea."

Ron was still pale, he didn't try to sit up, he didn't seem to have the strength to do so.

It was too difficult to transfer him.

"Stay here for now."

Hermione jumped to her feet in relief.

"where did you go?"

"If you want to stay here, you have to put some protective magic around it."

She held her wand and began to walk in a wide circle beside Harry and Ron, muttering something.

Harry saw a slight quiver in the air around him, as if Hermione had conjured a puff of heat over the clearing.

"Safe guarding...all protected...Muggle shielding...close your ears and listen...you can take out the tent, Harry..."

"tent?"

"In the bag!"

"In...of course."

This time he didn't bother to touch it, but used another flying spell.

A mass of canvas, rope and poles flew out, probably because of the cat smell, and Harry recognized it as the tent where they had slept the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Isn't this old man Perkins from the Ministry of Magic?"

he asked, starting to untie the tent nails.

"He obviously didn't want it back, he had such bad back pain."

Hermione said she was now drawing intricate figure-eight patterns with her wand: "Ron's dad said he could lend it to me. Stand it up!"

She pointed to the messy canvas.

Immediately the pile rose into the air, and all at once it fell to the ground in front of Harry, the last nail flying from the startled Harry's hand and thumping into the end of the stay.

"Trap the enemy," said Hermione, waving her wand towards the sky one last time: "I can only do this. At least, if they come, we should be able to find out,

But I don't guarantee that this will stop Fu—"

"Don't say your name!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," Ron moaned softly, pulling himself up to look at them, "it made me feel like a - a jinx or something.

Come on, can't we just call him You-Know-Who? "

"Dumbledore said the fear of a name—"

"Just a reminder, man, calling You-Know-Who by name didn't end well for Dumbledore."

Ron snapped, "Just—just show a little respect to the mysterious man, okay?"

"respect?"

Harry repeated, and Hermione gave Harry a warning look, obviously not arguing with Ron in his frail condition.

Harry and Hermione dragged and hugged Ron into the tent.

Inside it was just as Harry remembered it: a small suite with bathroom and tiny kitchen.

He pushed aside an old armchair and carefully lowered Ron into the lower bunk of a bunk bed.

This short journey had already made Ron paler. As soon as he was placed on the mattress, he closed his eyes again and didn't speak for a while.

"I'm going to make some tea."

Panting, Hermione took a jug and cup from her pouch and went into the kitchen.

Harry felt that the hot tea was as timely as the fire whiskey that Mad-Eye had sacrificed the night of his death, and it seemed to burn a little of the throbbing fear in his heart.

After a minute or two, Ron broke the silence.

"What do you say about the Cattermoles?"

"With any luck, they've already escaped."

said Hermione, clutching a cup of hot tea for comfort: "As long as Mr Catmull is sane, he'll take his wife away with his entourage.

They were probably fleeing abroad with the baby by now, Harry had told her to. "

"My God, I hope they get away."

Ron leaned back on the pillow and said that the hot tea seemed to make him feel better, and he also regained a little color.

"However, I don't think Reggie Catmull's brains are that good, the way everyone talks to me when I impersonate him.

God, I wish they had escaped...if both of us end up in Azkaban..."

Harry looked at Hermione, and the question on his lips—would Mrs. Cattermole's lack of a wand prevent her from manifesting with her husband—again.

Hermione is actually not worried about this matter. At least on this point, she has very deep confidence in Jon. Teacher, he should be able to handle this kind of matter well. Since they can all be brought out, it at least shows that The strength and manpower of the Order of the Phoenix are still sufficient to protect those who escaped from the Ministry of Magic.

On this point, her guess was not wrong. Although Cattermole had a bad job and was not good at socializing in the Ministry of Magic, he has been able to work until today. He also has some friends, and it is for this reason that he was able to Being favored by Stephen and the others—it was definitely not because he was chosen by Harry and others.

Even if there is no such thing as today, Stephen and the others are going to save those Muggle-born wizards who are in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

The new world is coming, and a large number of people are needed to spread the theory of the new world. There is no better manpower than Muggle-born wizards.

But having said that, at this moment, Hermione watched Ron worry about the fate of the Cattermoles, her expression was so gentle, so gentle that it was unbearable.

Especially in Harry's eyes, he felt as if he saw her kissing Ron.

"Hey, did you get it?"

Harry asked her, half to remind her of his presence.

"Get—get what?"

"Why did we take such a big risk?

Locket!

Where is the locket? "

"You got it?"

Ron yelled, lifting himself a little from the pillow, "Nobody told me that!

My goodness, you should mention it! "

"Okay, aren't we going to escape from the Death Eater den?"

Hermione said: "Here, I keep it in my pocket all the time, and I keep it very well, please don't worry."

She took the locket from her robe pocket and handed it to Ron.

The locket was the size of an egg, an ornate s, set with many small emeralds, glinting dimly in the twilight from the canvas tent roof.

"Could someone have destroyed it after Kreacher?"

Ron asked with luck: "I mean, are you sure it's still a Horcrux?"

"I think so," said Hermione, holding it up in her hand and examining it carefully. "If it's been magically damaged, there will be marks on it."

She handed it to Harry, who turned it over in his hand, and it looked intact.

He thought of the incomplete diary, and the crack in the ring Horcrux when Dumbledore destroyed it.

"I think Kreacher is right," Harry said, "We have to find a way to open this thing before we can destroy it."

As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized what he was holding, and what was hidden behind those two little golden doors.

Though he had taken so much trouble to find it, he felt a strong urge to throw the locket away at once.

Restraining himself, he tried to break the locket open with his hands, then tried the spell Hermione had used to open Regulus' bedroom door, but to no avail.

He handed the locket to Ron and Hermione, who tried their best, but were as unsuccessful as he.

"But do you feel it?"

Ron squeezed it tightly in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"what?"

Ron handed the Horcrux to Harry.

After a moment, Harry understood what Ron meant.

Was he feeling his own pulse, or was there something beating in the locket, like a tiny metal heart?

"What shall we do with it?"

This is indeed a problem, because Jon walked too fast and didn't tell her how to destroy the Horcrux.

"Keep it safe until a way is figured out to destroy it."

Harry replied.

Though he didn't want to, he hung the chain around his neck and let the locket drop into his robes, hanging close to his breast next to the bag Hagrid had given him.

"I think we should take turns keeping watch outside the tent," he went on to Hermione, standing up and stretching. "And need to think about food too - you stay here."

He said firmly again, as Ron turned green as he struggled to sit up.

The looking glass Hermione had given Harry on his birthday was carefully placed on a table in the tent, and Harry and Hermione took turns keeping watch throughout the day.

However, the Looking Glass has been quiet all day, whether it is due to the protective magic and Muggle shielding spell that Hermione casts around, or because people rarely come here, and their woods are always quiet, except for the birds. And squirrels occasionally pass by. There was no change at night either.

At ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand, switched shifts with Hermione, watched the emptiness, and saw bats circling high above, skimming the little patch of starry night sky above the bivouac.

He's hungry now, and a little dizzy.

Hermione didn't pack any food into her magic bag because she thought she was going back to Grimmauld Place that night.

They had nothing to eat except some wild mushrooms that Hermione had picked from a nearby bush and cooked in tin cans.

After taking two bites, Ron pushed away his portion, feeling a little nauseous.

Harry only ate it reluctantly so as not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

The surrounding silence was broken by strange rustling and snapping twigs, which Harry assumed to be animal rather than human, but held his wand tightly on guard.

He ate those rubbery mushrooms that were not enough to satisfy his hunger, and his stomach was already uncomfortable, and now it was burning because of nervousness.

He originally thought that he would be elated after stealing the Horcrux back, but for some reason, he didn't feel that way.

Sitting there looking out into the vastness of darkness lit only by a small patch of his wand, all he felt was worry about the future, as if he had been sprinting towards it for weeks, months, even years, But now, he stopped suddenly and had nowhere to go.

There were other Horcruxes that he hadn't found, and he had no idea where they might be hiding, or even what they were.

Moreover, he didn't know how to destroy the only one he found, which was the Horcrux that was now clinging to his chest.

Strangely, it didn't soak up his body heat, but clung to his skin coldly, as if it had just been fished out of icy water.

Sometimes Harry thought, maybe imagined, that he could feel a small heart beating irregularly beside his own.

Sitting in the dark, countless ominous premonitions crept into my heart.

He tried to fight them off, to drive them away, but they came on relentlessly.

Both cannot be alive.

Ron and Hermione were talking softly in the tent behind him, they could leave whenever they wanted, and he couldn't.

Harry felt the Horcrux ticking against his chest as he sat there trying to overcome his fear and fatigue, counting the time he had left... Stupid thought, he said, don't think like that...

The scar stings again.

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