HP Magic Biography

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　　 Lupin looked at Harry with a strange expression. It looked almost sympathetic.

　　 "Do you think I'm stupid?" Harry felt his tongue tingle.

　　 "No, I think you look a lot like James," Lupin replied. "He always raises his distrust of friends to the height of shame."

　　 Harry knew what Lupin meant, his father was betrayed by his friend Peter Pettigrew. He felt angry for no reason. He wanted to defend, but Lupin had already turned around, put the glass on the coffee table, and asked Bill: "There is work to do, I want to ask Kingsley if he can... …"

　　 "I will do it, I will go." Bill said immediately.

　　 "Where are you going?" Tonks and Fleur asked at the same time.

　　 "The body of the crazy-eyed man," Lu Ping said, "we have to deal with it, and I think we have to pick up Sirius and the others. They haven't come back yet, which makes me very worried..."

　　 "But...it's so dangerous outside now, why don't we...?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Lupin pleadingly.

　　 "Wait?" Bill said, "Unless you want the Death Eaters to find him first?"

　　 No one spoke. Lupin and Bill said goodbye to everyone and left. Except for Harry, everyone else fell on the sofa. He was still standing there, death came so suddenly, as if by their side.

　　 "I have to go." Harry said suddenly, his tone extremely affirmative. Immediately, nine pairs of shocked eyes were cast at Harry.

　　 "Don't be silly, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, "what are you talking about?"

"I can't stay here." Harry covered his forehead in pain, and the scar started to hurt again. In fact, Harry hadn't had this pain for more than a year. Since the last time he was at the Ministry of Magic, Harry took Voldemort from him. Harry didn't feel him after he was expelled from his heart.

　　 This time made Harry feel lucky, but how lucky Harry was before, how bad things are now.

"Because I am here, you are all in danger!" Harry cried loudly, "You risked your life for this, George lost an ear, and Moody... Moody is dead, Sirius Fanlin And Hermione is missing now, we don't even know..."

　　 "Don't be silly!" Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily. "All the hard work tonight is to bring you here safely. Thank God we did it. Fleur also agreed not to be in France but to marry here. We have arranged everything to be able to get together to protect you... We did all our hard work, and you, when you got here, you ended up giving up?"

　　 She didn't understand; she didn't know she was making Harry more sad.

　　Perhaps, Mrs. Weasley has never felt that there is anything wrong with it. Protecting Harry and everyone around him is a philosophy that the Order of the Phoenix has always implemented.

　　 "If Voldemort finds out that I am here..." Harry said with some horror, he could hardly imagine Mrs. Weasley hugging Ginny and falling down in front of him.

　　 The Weasley family paid too much for him.

　　 There are also Tonks and Lupin. The two of them have just gotten married and are about to get involved in an invisible war.

　　 "How did he find out?" Mrs. Weasley asked back.

　　 "You may be in a dozen places right now, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "he can't know which house you are in."

　　 "I am not worried about myself!" Harry shouted.

　　 "We know," Mr. Weasley said calmly, "but if you go, all our efforts tonight will be meaningless."

　　 "You can't go anywhere," Hagrid growled.

　　 "Ah, Harry, after we have worked so hard to bring you here?"

　　 "Yeah, what about my bleeding ears?" George said, straightening up on the cushion and asking.

"I know……"

　　 "Mad-eyed guys don't want you..."

　　 "I know!" Harry yelled. He felt that he was being threatened by the siege. They really thought he didn't know what they had done for him so far. Didn't they know that it was because of this that he wanted to leave, lest his behavior hurt more people?

　　 There was a long and embarrassing silence, and the scar on Harry's forehead continued to tingle, jumping and jumping, and Mrs. Weasley broke the deadlock: "Where is Hedwig, Harry?" She coaxed him. "We can put her with Little Pig and give her something to eat."

　　 His heart shrank into a ball, he couldn't tell her the truth. Harry drank the last whiskey in the glass to avoid answering questions.

　　 "So, you have to believe in yourself, Harry..." Mrs. Weasley felt helpless.

"What are we doing this for? It's not just you, Harry, this is our hope." Mrs. Weasley said calmly, "Just as we were sure that Dumbledore could find a confrontation... The way to fight him is the same, we have won once..."

　　 "But Dumbledore is dead!" Harry cried out in pain, "So does Moody, and there will be others."

　　 "But what does it matter? We are just wizards, and no one can escape this ending in the end." Mr. Weasley said, "And, you beat him again and again, don't you."

　　 "Yes, when he comes out you will be like the last time, Harry," Hagrid said, "avoid him, and you will knock him out when he is on top of your head!"

　　 "That's not me," Ha said in a cold voice. "That's my magic wand. It uses magic by itself."

For a while, the surroundings became quiet again. A few seconds later, Mrs. Weasley said softly: "That's impossible, Harry. You mean you used magic unconsciously; you did it instinctively. reaction."

"No," Harry said. "The car was falling. In fact, I didn't know where Voldemort was, but my wand was spinning in my hand and I found him and shot a spell at him. I didn't even Knowing this spell, I have never fired a golden flame before."

"That's very common," Mrs. Weasley explained. "When you are under tremendous pressure you can create magic that you have never seen before. Many children who have not received formal training often find it, like... It’s like being silent..."

"It's not like that," Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I can assure that my body didn't react in any way at the time, and even the magic didn't flow... By the way, Voldemort was like... Magic runaway, do you know what I mean?"

　　 Harry looked at the others expectantly, but no one responded to him.

　　 Why doesn't Fanlin come back?

　　 Harry felt a little urgent, if Fanlin was here, maybe his speech might get some response, but obviously...

　　 His scar seemed to be burning. He felt angry and frustrated. Harry suddenly hated that everyone thought he had the power to fight Voldemort, but in fact, he had no such ability.

　　 has always lived in Dumbledore’s plan, with Fanlin’s help, and some small...lucky?

　　 This constitutes almost all of the confrontation.

　　 may have been the only normal fight at the Ministry of Magic, but the result was that his spell couldn't even hurt Voldemort.

If the confrontation of the soul is counted, there is no doubt that his friends gave him strength. In fact, it once made Harry think he could resist, but after seeing the destroyed Azkaban, finally A little swelling mind was wiped from Harry's heart.

　　 No one spoke, Harry knew they wouldn't believe him. Now he started to think about it. He had never said before that a wand could use magic on its own. His scar was scorched by pain, and all he could do was not let himself groan loudly.

　　 Harry put down the cup in his hand, whispered that he wanted to breathe, and then left the room. As he walked through the backyard, the huge, skeletal Ye Qi looked up at him-shaking its giant bat-like wings and rustling, and then began to eat.

　　 And the Ye Qi who originally belonged to Fanlin lay quietly beside her partner.

　　Bill has simply dealt with it using magic, I hope it can survive safely.

　　 Harry stopped at the door leading to the garden, looked at the lush vegetation, touched the beating scar on his head, and thought of Dumbledore. Dumbledore would believe him, he knew.

Dumbledore would know why and how Harry’s wand fired magic on its own, because Dumbledore knew everything, he knew everything about the wand, and he explained to Harry the strange connection between his wand and Voldemort’s wand. ...But Dumbledore, like Mad-Eye, his parents, his poor owl, went to a place where he could no longer talk to them.

　　 And even worse, until now, Fanlin, Hermione and Sirius have not returned.

　　 Harry was terrified of what he heard... It was about... Hermione Van Lin and his only relative, Sirius Black.

　　 What happened to Voldemort?

　　 To be sure, Sirius must be Voldemort's target, or, he was exposed early enough, and then Voldemort went straight to chase him, thus giving up Sirius and the others?

　　 This is the high probability, Sirius... shouldn't be their main goal.

　　 But why did Fanlin and Yeqi riding Hermione become like this?

　　 Bill said...

　　 Bill said that it was Fanlin's own hand, so it is certain that someone broke through their defense under the cooperation of Fanlin and Sirius.

　　 Then, Hermione... Will she...

　　 Harry suddenly felt something burning in his throat, not because of strong alcohol...Then, for no reason, the pain suddenly became sharp. He desperately covered his forehead and closed his eyes, a voice screamed in his head.

　　 "You told me that changing the magic wand can solve the problem!" A roar resounded in Harry's mind, which made Harry feel dizzy several times.

Suddenly a picture broke into Harry’s mind. A thin old man was lying on a pile of rags on the stone floor, screaming, with a terrible, prolonged sound that was unbearable. pain……

　　 "No! No! I beg you, please..."

　　 "You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"

　　 "I didn't... I swear I didn't..."

　　 "You are helping Potter, helping him escape from me!"

　　 "I swear I didn't...I believe that a different wand will work..."

　　 "Then how to explain what happened, Lucius' wand is ruined!"

　　 "I don't know... this connection... can only exist in you... and Potter's wand..."

　　 "Lie!"

　　 "Please... I beg you..."

　　 Then Harry saw that the big white hand raised the wand, he felt Voldemort's vicious anger surge, and the weak old man on the ground rolled in pain...

　　 Ollivander, the Death Eaters captured Ollivander...

　　 Yes, Voldemort wanted to solve the problems between him and Harry, such as his wand and Harry's wand...

　　 "Ollivander, don't... don't help..."

　　 "Harry?" The call interrupted Harry's whisper.

　　 The severe pain ended as quickly as it came: Harry was shaking in the dark, clutching the door to the garden so that he would not fall, his heart beating wildly, his scar was violently aching.

　　 It took him a while to realize that Ron and Ginny were beside him.

　　 "Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ginny said worriedly, and Harry just kept shaking his head, which made Ginny feel a little embarrassed.

　　 "Harry, come back to the room with me, Mom is very worried about you," Ginny said softly, "Aren't you still thinking about leaving?"

　　 "Yeah, you must stay, buddy," Ron said, slapping Harry on the back.

　　 "So, are you okay?" Ginny asked again, she is very close to Harry's face now, "You look terrible!"

　　 "Well," Harry replied trembling, "I might have seen Ollivander..."

　　 When he told the two of them what he saw, Ron was shocked, but Ginny thought it was incredible.

　　 "Hermione told me that she won't lie to me, this shouldn't happen again! Your scar...it shouldn't happen again like this! You can't let this connection happen again..."

　　 "But..." Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain to Ginny.

"Yes, brother," Ron said worriedly, "Fanlin also said, and you haven't been linking with his thoughts for a year and a half~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and ... Dumbledore hopes you can shut down your brain!"

　　 "I know, but..." hesitated, "but I can't help it."

　　 "Then figure out a way." Ginny said categorically, "Harry, he has control over half of the wizarding world of the Ministry of Magic and the newspaper! Don't let him control your brain too!"

　　 Ron was a little dumbfounded, he had never seen Ginny treat Harry so firmly, which surprised him.

　　 "So, go back with me, go back to the house, and we will wait for Fanlin to come back together." Ginny said quickly, "He will figure out a way, don't you believe him, and Hermione..."

　　 "The three of them..." Harry said bitterly, casting his gaze towards the sky...

　　 "But, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait..." Before Harry finished speaking, he felt that the light from the horizon was a little too bright.

　　 "What time is it, Ron?"

　　 "Uh...what's the matter?" Ron was confused.

　　 "Hurry up..." Harry looked at the fading light, and he was almost certain that someone was doing magic outside.

　　 "Early morning...Two o'clock in the morning..."

　　 "Fanlin!" Harry yelled, "I think it's them!"

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