HP Magic Biography

In fact, Harry didn't know what the light was, but he continued to chase after it. It was like a guide to Harry how to do it.

However, the distance is not close enough... Harry can't aim and launch the spell...

Suddenly, another flash of light came on, shouts came from a distance, and the rays of spells attacking each other. Harry suddenly understood: Hagrid rushed out of his cabin, and he was trying to stop Eating The escape of the disciples.

Harry felt that every breath seemed to tear his lungs apart, and the pain in his chest was like a fire, but he speeded up, because an unerasable voice echoed in his mind: Don’t let Hagrid Death, don’t let Hagrid die again...

"Professor, how are you..." Fanlin looked at Dumbledore's corpse with some embarrassment. In fact, he didn't know how to describe Dumbledore's current state.

He was hit by Snape's Avadasuo life spell. There was no doubt that his body had died, but now Dumbledore's physical condition was so bad.

Without the suppression of the soul, the magic began to escape, and the faint blue cracks quickly covered all of Dumbledore's exposed skin, like the ground cracked by dryness.

Dumbledore did not respond. With Fanlin's help, he fell from the observatory. Dumbledore's body was not harmed. He seemed to be asleep.

"Return!" Fanlin frowned, and the Avadaso Curse seemed to have shattered Dumbledore's soul a bit, perhaps this is why Dumbledore did not wake up.

Fortunately, Dumbledore studied a magic for this, and Fanlin was the one who helped him wake up quickly.

A little fluorescent light converged from the tip of Van Lin's wand, white and white, and the other end was connected to Dumbledore's brow.

Through the magic power, Fanlin could feel the familiar aura condensing, that is...

"Oh, it's really a wonderful experience..." Dumbledore's first words when he woke up looked relaxed like never before.

"In fact, I have experienced many things in this world, but death alone... Fortunately, my body did not break, so, have you been right before?"

"Yes, I went to the responsive room and saw the Death Eaters come in through the Vanishing Cabinet," Fanlin said, "because it didn't feel right, so I followed along with the cloak of invisibility."

"It's the gadget you invented. It must be admitted that the cloak is really useful. For this reason, the Ministry of Magic placed a large order from Brother Weasley. In fact, I was still considering whether to change the cloak. Into the Hogwarts format."

"Then the school's mischief will rise significantly, Professor." Fanlin said, looking at the light spot, all of this is a spiritual communication.

"I think so." Dumbledore paused. "But now is what Minerva should consider. Of course, maybe not now, but..."

"You are... a ghost now?" Fanlin couldn't help but said.

"Almost." Dumbledore said, his tone very relaxed.

"Specifically...the hovering and the boundary between life and death can neither become a ghost nor resurrect, just like an old man trapped in the soul space, but this is not very difficult, my own choice."

Fanlin nodded. He remembered the white and misty space he entered when he was feigning death. It was a bit monotonous there.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

"You need to recover my body," Dumbledore said, "otherwise it will be exposed during the burial."

"Of course, I'm planning to do this." Fanlin said, "Can't be discovered by Harry, right."

"Yes." Dumbledore affirmed. "The Death Eaters should be evacuating Hogwarts, so don't worry too much, the battle will end soon."

"However, I need them to pay some price. This is regarded as an explanation for Harry." Fanlin said undeniably.

"Then, what's next?"

"Rutherford will come to pick me up." Dumbledore said, "In my mausoleum, leave him a way. Of course, he can do it himself, and then he will take me back to the polar mausoleum. Where, I need some time to complete the last step."

"The last step? Become the king of the undead?"

"I have no choice but to Fanlin." Dumbledore said, the light flashing constantly, "For this period of time, I hope you can dominate the Order of the Phoenix. At least, don't let them do anything stupid, especially Harry... …"

"So, Harry must die, right?"

"Yes, there is no other way except this."

"I need Marvolo's ring!" Fanlin said suddenly.

"Are you going to use the resurrection stone?" Dumbledore said.

"Yes, no matter what, I plan to do this." Fanlin said, "I can't..."

"Of course, I have already given a letter to the Minister of Magic, my...will." Dumbledore said.

"Good!" Fanlin nodded, "In that case..."

Suddenly, a black shadow passed over Fanlin's head, and it flew out from the tower window.

Along with the heavy landing students, a **** atmosphere suddenly spread.

"Someone comes, I will do it." Fanlin said quickly, "How can I find you."

"When I need me, I will naturally appear. In short, everything depends on you. As for the rest, I will let Rutherford do it for me."

Fanlin didn't say much, and the wand was sent forward. The light spot belonging to Dumbledore's soul quickly sank into Dumbledore's eyebrows. In an instant, all the cracked skin returned to its normal appearance, except for some blood on the corners of the mouth. Besides, Dumbledore seemed to really fall asleep.

Fanlin sighed, no matter what, Dumbledore was really dead now.

There was some emptiness in his heart. For the first time, Fanlin felt a little confused about the future.

Dumbledore was always there before, no matter what, someone would always stand up and finish, but now...

A painful groan rang, which surprised Fanlin. The vitality of the person who had just fallen from the tower was too tenacious.

Fanlin walked over, if it were from Hogwarts...

"Fenrir Greyback!" Fanlin's eyes became dangerous.

Hearing someone calling him, Fenrir opened his eyes with some difficulty. At least three of his bones were broken. The blood on the corners of his mouth proved that his condition was not very good, but the werewolf's body was still supporting Greyback and not dying. .

"Flesh...and Dumbledore..." Fenrir roared in a low voice. Suddenly, Fanlin felt a little sad for him. Fenrir should have escaped, but he ran into his hands...

"You know, I was like killing you a long time ago." Fanlin pointed his wand at him, "I don't know if you like the gift I left for you in the underground street, but now, I think I will have A better copy for you."

...

Harry kept chasing him. Suddenly, something hit him in the back. He fell forward, his face fell heavily to the ground, bleeding from both nostrils: he turned over. , While raising his wand, he knew that the Death Eater brother and sister who used the castle shortcut to pass had already caught up...

"Faint!" Creeping in the dark lawn, Harry wanted to hit the Death Eaters, but it was a little too difficult.

But it was amazing that Harry's wand had succeeded. He knocked down one, and then stumbled another Death Eater who was flying.

Without hesitation, Harry jumped up again and chased Snape.

The moonlight shone through the dark clouds in the sky, and Harry finally saw Hagrid’s huge figure; a yellow-haired Death Eater was constantly hitting Hagrid one after another with spells; but Hagrid’s strong physique and his The hard skin inherited from his mother seemed to protect him from harm.

Snape and Malfoy on the other side continued to run towards the gate; once they got out of the gate, they could apparate...

Hardly hesitating, Harry passed between Hagrid and his opponent and shouted at Snape's back with his wand.

"Faint!" He didn't hit the target; the red light swept over Snape's head; Snape shouted, "Run, Draco!" At the same time he turned around.

Twenty yards apart, he and Harry stood face to face, then raised their wand almost at the same time.

"Break out the bones!" But Snape beat Harry backwards before Harry shouted the spell; Harry stood up again when he turned over, and the big Death Eaters behind him Shouted: "Blasting flames!"

Harry heard a loud explosion like an explosion, and then a beating orange light shone on everyone: Hagrid's cabin was on fire.

"Ya Ya is still inside, you devil...!" Hagrid shouted loudly.

"Break out!" Harry shouted again, and pointed his magic wand at his opponent in the flames, but Snape stopped the spell again.

Harry saw Snape's mocking smile.

"Don't use those unforgivable spells, Potter!" he yelled amidst the crackling of flames and the roar of Hagrid and the barking of Trapped Fang. "You have not had enough courage and ability--"

"Drilling..." Harry roared and shouted the curse, but Snape almost lazily waved his arm to block the curse again.

"Fight back!" Harry screamed at him, "Why don't you fight back! You timidly..."

"Timid? How dare you call me that, Potter?" Snape shouted. "Your father never dared to attack me, unless it was four pairs of one, how would you call him, say yes ?"

"Faint..."

"You have to let me block a few spells before you can learn to close your mouth and your heart, Potter!" Snape mocked to stop the spell again. "Let's go!" he shouted at the big Death Eater behind Harry, "it's time to retreat, to leave before the Ministry of Magic arrives—"

"Faint..." But before Harry could finish chanting the spell, extreme pain spread throughout his body; he fell onto the grass. He heard someone screaming. He was destined to die in this pain. Snape was going to torture him to death or turn him into a lunatic...

"Stop it!" Snape roared, and the pain disappeared suddenly like it had just appeared; Harry was lying curled up in the dim grass, holding his wand in his hand, gasping loudly; the top of his head Somewhere above came Snape's reprimand, "Have you forgotten our mission? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord-we have to stay alive! Go! Go!"

The Death Eaters followed the order and continued to run towards the door, and Harry felt the ground tremble as they ran past. He let out a roar that he couldn't distinguish: At this moment, he had already put his own life and death out of consideration.

He struggled to stand up again, staggering towards Snape almost gropingly, towards the man he already hated like Voldemort.

Harry waved his magic wand. Harry has repeated this action at least hundreds of times, but in fact, Harry has never regretted it. Why didn't he practice more?

Where is Fanlin?

Harry suddenly thought that maybe as long as he was procrastinating for a while... and Sirius... he went after Bella...

Snape waved his wand once again to block the spell; Harry was now standing only a few feet away from Snape, but he finally saw Snape's face: his face It was no longer a mocking look; under the light of the fire, it was a face full of anger. Harry concentrated all his energy and shouted in his mind: Shen Feng Wuying...

"Stop me, Potter!" Snape screamed.

With a loud noise, Harry flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground again; this time even his wand was released. He heard Hagrid's roar and Fang's barking, and at the same time Snape came over and looked down at Harry who was lying on the ground. He had no wand and no protection, just like Dumbledore.

Snape's pale face reflected in the burning wooden house was full of hatred, just like before he killed Dumbledore...

"How dare you use the spells I invented against me~www.wuxiaspot.com~Potter? Those spells are all my inventions—me, half-blood prince! Now you actually want to impose my spell on mine It’s like your dirty and shameless father, isn’t it? I won’t let you succeed...never!” Harry turned and leaped at his own wand; Snape shot a spell at him The wand, the wand flew a few feet away, and disappeared into the dim grass.

"Kill me," Harry said, panting. He has no fear, only anger and contempt for Snape. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward... …"

"Don't..." Snape screamed, his face suddenly distorted, as if he was also suffering from great pain like the barking dog in the burning house behind him...

"Don't call me a coward!!!" Snape's wand waved in the air: Harry felt as if a hot, whip-like thing hit his face, and he was knocked to the ground. Venus fluttered in front of him, and he could barely breathe for a while.

Suddenly Harry heard a rapid burst of air whizzing past his head.

Then, there are endless blasting and cracking sounds, like collisions between metals, dense...to make people feel scared.

Harry vaguely felt something cold falling on his face, cold, like snow, or, broken ice?

Harry suddenly thought of something. He struggled, trying to get up from the ground.

He can still fight, as long as he finds his glasses and wand.

"Don't worry, Harry!" Suddenly, Harry felt that someone was pulling himself up from the ground. "Take your wand, this will be your life, Harry, don't let it be too far away from you. ."