HP Magic Biography

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"...Are you sure you think about it thoroughly?" Harry insisted.

"Well, Harry, this is not just about you alone. Or Fanlin, or... someone else!" Hermione was a little angry, and suddenly compared with the pitiful appearance in front of Fanlin. The interrogation made Harry feel a little confused.

"Look," Hermione said, and threw "Swim with Mountain Monsters" into the discarded pile of books with a grumpy expression on her face. "I have cleaned up for a few days, so we are ready to leave quickly. The information for reference already includes very difficult magic, and even I moved things prepared by the Order of the Phoenix, those potions... even before coming. I also modified my parents’ memory, so they are convinced that they are really named Wendell and Monica Wilkins. Their desire for life is to move to Australia. They have gone now, and that would make Voldemort hunt them down. , Interrogate them about my whereabouts...or yours, because unfortunately, I once told them something about you."

"If I survive our Horcrux search, I will find Mom and Dad and undo the magic. If I don't... well, I think I have cast a good enough magic to make them safe and happy, Wendell and Mo Nika Wilkins didn't know they had a daughter, you know," Hermione's eyes began to flicker with tears.

"Oh, Hermione, you shouldn't be carrying me..." Fanlin was somewhat silent, "I still have me here... I mean..."

"You also moved your hands and feet with Mr. Al's memory? You are deliberately reducing your contact with the Muggle world, but you have returned to London with me behind your back..." Hermione cried, auditing.

This made Harry's heart a bit blocked...

"I... Hermione, and Fanlin... I'm sorry... I don't..."

"Don't you two realize that Ron and I know very well what might happen if we are with you? We know, really, Ron, show them what you did."

"Oh...no, the two of them just ate," Ron said.

"Hurry up, the two of them need to know!" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, okay, guys, come here." Ron said helplessly, walking towards the door a little awkwardly. "bring it on."

"What is it?" Fanlin looked at Hermione in a daze, "What did you two plot? Or, the three of you?"

"Just follow along!"

Following Ron out of the room, the four people came to a small landing. "Appearing quickly," Ron murmured, pointing his wand to the low ceiling, right above them, opening a hole, and at the same time a ladder slid to their feet. A terrible, half-sucking and half-groaning sound came from the square hole, accompanied by a disgusting smell like an open ditch.

"That's your ghoul, isn't it?" Harry asked, indeed he had never encountered such a creature that interrupted the silence of the night from time to time.

"Yes, it's it," Ron said, climbing the stairs, "Come and see."

Several people followed Ron up the short stairs into this small attic. In fact, when Fanlin's head and shoulders reached into the attic, he caught a glimpse of this thing curled up a few feet away from him, sleeping in the darkness with its mouth open.

"But it...it looks...does ghouls usually wear pajamas?" Fanlin felt a bit subversive. Aren't these dark creatures hiding in the cemetery and then tattered?

"No," Ron said. "They usually don't have red hair and a lot of pustules."

"Uh..." Fanlin was a little speechless and didn't really catch a cold with the image of a ghoul. Originally, Fanlin thought those corpses were bad enough.

And the more Harry thought about it, the more disgusting it became. It had the same size and height as a human. Now Harry’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. He clearly saw it wearing Ron’s old pajamas. He was convinced that it was like a ghoul. They are all quite slimy and bald, not like this with very clear hair and water cells all over their body, and the color looks like a face that is purplish because of anger.

"That's me, doesn't it look like?" Ron said.

"No," Harry said, "I don't think it looks like."

"Go back to my room and I'll explain it again. The smell makes me unbearable." Ron said.

The four quickly climbed down the stairs, Ron restored the ceiling to its original shape, walked back to his bed and sat down.

"Once we leave, this ghoul will come down and live in my room, right here, on my bed..." Ron Ron slapped his bed, although it seemed a little reluctant, "I Think he really yearns for that day... well, it's hard to tell, because all he can do is moan and drool...but... when you mention it, it keeps nodding, anyway, he will It’s not bad to be my stand-in with the death spot disease, huh?"

There was confusion in Harry's mind.

"It's great!" Ron said, obviously lost for Harry's failure to grasp the perfection of the plan. "You think, when the few of us will no longer show up at Hogwarts, everyone will think that I, Fanlin and Hermione must be with you, right? That means the Death Eaters will go directly to find Our family will see if they have any news about your whereabouts."

"But, hopefully it will look as if we have left with Mom and Dad. A large number of Muggle-born wizards are talking about hiding at the moment." Hermione said.

"We can't hide my whole family. That looks too stupid, and they can't all leave their jobs." Ron said, "So we have to make up a story that I have a severe death spot disease. This is The reason why I can’t go back to school. If someone comes to investigate me, mom or dad will show them the pustular ghoul on my bed. Death spot disease is really contagious, so they won’t want to Get close to him, he can't speak and it won't cause trouble, because, obviously, once the germs spread to your tongue, you can't tell."

"So...your mom and dad also participated in this plan?" Fanlin asked incredulously. If this is the case, Ron's sacrifice would be too great.

"Dad is like this. He helped Fred and George transform the ghoul. As for mom..., well, you have seen her attitude, she won't agree...until we leave first."

Everyone was silent, only Hermione split the book softly, and Ron leaned back and continued to lie on the bed. Harry looked at this and that, and couldn’t say anything about the measures they took to protect the family. Make him realize that it is not just other things that they can do, they really want to be with him and Fanlin and they also know exactly how dangerous it will be, he wants to tell them what it means to him , But he could not find enough words to express his feelings.

In the silence, Mrs. Weasley's cry came from the fourth floor.

"Ginny might have put a spot on the moldy napkin ring," Ron said. "I don't know why the Delacours must come two days before the wedding."

"Furong's sister, Gabriel, she is the bridesmaid, she needs to come here to rehearse first, and she is too young to come by herself," said Hermione, she hesitatingly watched Same Tour.

"Guests can't relieve my mother's pressure," Ron said.

"What we really need to decide is," Hermione said, dropping the "Dark Arts Defense Theory" into the box without a glance, and then picked up the "European Magic Education Evaluation", "Where are we going to leave here? I know you said you want to go to Gochuk Valley first, Harry, I understand why, but... well... shouldn't we go find Horcrux first?"

"If we know where any Horcrux is, I agree with you," Harry said. He didn't believe that Hermione really understood his desire to return to Gochuk Valley. His parents' graves just attracted him to want to go. One reason there was that he had a very strong, although indescribable feeling, that this place had the answer he wanted, maybe just because there he survived Voldemort’s death curse, since he is facing repetition The challenge of the feat, this place where the feat happened attracted Harry, making him want to understand.

"Don't you think it is possible for Voldemort to watch Gochuker Valley?" Hermione asked. "He may be expecting that once you can move freely, you will go back to visit your parents' grave?"

Harry didn't think of this.

"But, I don't know..."

"In fact, for us, there is only one Horcrux that is unknown, isn't it?" Fanlin said, "With regard to Hefpaff's golden cup, at least we can have a clear goal.

"what?"

"Who has owned it? This is very important." Fanlin said distressedly. In fact, Fanlin was still unable to determine the location of the Horcrux.

They destroyed so many Horcruxes that Voldemort must be aware of it. It is difficult to guarantee that Voldemort would still trust his men. After all, he had lost a Horcrux in Malfoy's hands.

"Let's put this matter out first..." Fanlin said, he thought of some feasible things, but Fanlin still needs to confirm the details, the Malfoy family, the vampires and even... the people of the Holy See?

"Well, anyway..." Hermione took a deep breath. "Wherever it is, we have to find it and destroy it."

"But once we find it, how do we destroy a Horcrux?" Ron asked.

Hermione said, "I'm looking for relevant information."

"How to do it?" Harry said. "I don't think there is information about Horcruxes in the library books?"

"No," Hermione said, blushing. "Dumbledore removed them all, but he...he didn't ruin them."

Ron straightened up, his eyes widened. "God knows how you managed to get these Horcrux books?"

"That...that's not stealing!" Hermione said, looking at Harry and Ron with a look of disappointment. "They are still library books, even if Dumbledore takes them off the shelf. Go, no matter what, if he really doesn't want anyone to get them, I'm sure he will hide them harder to find..."

"So?" Fanlin said.

"Uh... it's easy," Hermione whispered, "I cast a summoning spell, you know... the flying spell, they shrank and flew from Dumbledore's study to the girls' dormitory."

"But when did you do it?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione with admiration and suspicion.

"It's him... Dumbledore... after the funeral," Hermione whispered, "it happened to be when we agreed that we were leaving school to find the Horcrux, when I went back upstairs to pack my things... that reminded me The more we know about Horcruxes, the better... I stayed there alone... and tried... The spell worked, they flew in from the open window, and I tied them Get up." She swallowed, and then pleaded: "I don't believe Dumbledore will be angry, and it doesn't seem like we will use this information to make Horcruxes, will it?"

"Did you hear us complaining?" Ron said, "Anyway, where are these books?"

Hermione rummaged around for a while, then pulled out a large book bound with black faded leather from the pile of books. She looked at it with a look of disgust, holding it as if it were something that had just died. .

"This book provides very clear instructions on how to make a Horcrux. "The Secret of Dark Magic"... It's a terrible book. It's really terrible. It's all evil magic. I want to know when Dumbledore took it from the library. Taken away... If it were after he became the principal, I would bet Voldemort got all the guidance he needs from here."

"So why does he ask Slughorn how to make Horcruxes? If he has already read this book?" Ron asked.

"Or... he approached Slughorn just to figure out what would happen if the soul was divided into seven pieces." Fanlin said hesitatingly. In fact, Fanlin had always wondered why Voldemort was obsessed with dividing the soul into seven parts. , Maybe this corresponds to a cycle from birth to death~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dumbledore is sure that when Riddle asked Slughorn he already knew how to make Horcruxes, I think you are right , Hermione, he can easily get this information from there. "

"The more I read," Hermione said, "the more terrifying they look, at least I believe he made exactly six, which warned in this book that tearing the soul will make the rest of the soul unstable, and to prevent This kind of agitation of the soul is to protect the soul through magic by creating a Horcrux... Harry remembered Dumbledore saying that Voldemort had gone far beyond "the usual evil." "

"So, isn't there any way to restore them to their original condition?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Hermione said with a hollow smile, "but it will be extremely painful."

"Yes? How do you do that?" Harry asked.

"Blame yourself," Hermione said. "You really feel blamed for what you have done for you. Obviously, this kind of pain can destroy you. Somehow, I didn't realize that Voldemort was going to do it first. What about you?"

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