Chapter 1,223

There were still a few hours until Harry reached adulthood, and when everyone left the Dursleys' house, the sixteen-year spell that had existed on Harry finally ended his mission.

Just like Dumbledore resolutely chose life after death.

Fanlin suddenly felt a little bit realistic?

In the end, they will still be chased by Voldemort?

It's really an exciting thing to think about, but Fan Lin always feels a little awkward having Hermione play Harry.

"let's go!"

Seeing Hagrid's motorcycle making a huge roar, Fan Lin put an arm around Harry's waist and let Harry lean on his chest. Then he clamped his legs together, and Ye Qi soared into the sky.

By the way, why does it feel a little strange?

The seven groups of people moved forward in a fan shape, heading in different directions, and Harry and Hagrid were almost going in the opposite direction to them.

As long as it is out of the monitoring range of the Ministry of Magic, that is, outside the boundaries of London, except for Harry, the use of magic will not be restricted. Moreover, Fanlin gave everyone a contact gold coin, which is not just a A distress signal, but also a certificate to enter the protection of the Ministry of Magic, a permission to use the portkey?

It's ridiculous to say that.

They are trying their best to escape from the Ministry of Magic's surveillance range, and the safe houses so far have been established under the protection of a large number of Aurors.

Sirius followed him on his newly purchased broomstick, and the three of them quickly rushed out towards the outside.

The weather in London is still very bad today, and the thick fog tightly wraps the entire London like ice that cannot be broken.

From the moment Dumbledore died, London has become what it is now, as if it was surrounded by something. According to Professor Trauni, the sky above this land is surrounded by a strong sense of ominousness.

This is a rhetoric that no one likes, but now it has become a reality.

"Kingsley should have cleaned up this area." Fan Lin looked at the clouds in the distance.

Discordant light flickers in the clouds.

Maybe it will be cloudy with showers tonight, or a thunderstorm?

However, no matter how you look at it, the green lightning looks unharmonious in the clouds.

I hope nothing happens to Kingsley.

"Let's go this way!" Fan Lin frowned and retracted one hand tightly. Seeing that all seven groups of people had disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, this was not a good sign.

You know, the last time, the price for Harry's safe arrival was Moody's death and one of George's ears.

In fact, this was already a blessing, what with Mundungus's betrayal and Snape's mercy?

Mundung Svenlin has given maximum restrictions, and as for Snape...

To be honest, Fan Lin is even a little unsure now.

He couldn't completely trust anyone, not even Harry or Hermione.

A person's mind can be deceived, and sometimes what he sees is not entirely true.

Ye Qi's waving wings brought up a large turbulence of clouds. This kind of weather was not suitable for flying, and the thick water vapor would increase Ye Qi's burden.

The light in the distant clouds has stopped, and the surrounding area has fallen into a strange gray-white tone, which makes Fan Lin's uneasiness more and more serious.

Suddenly, a ray of light flew almost close to Fan Lin's ear, leaving a whirlpool-shaped hole in the gray-black sky.

Ye Qi trembled uneasily. It was very obvious that Fanlin could clearly feel that the surrounding space was trembling and the wind was chaotic. This was not a stray arrow.

"It's Sirius Black!"

Far away, Fan Lin heard a sharp cry, followed by a strong wave of magic power.

"Bing Ning!"

Fan Lin barely paused as he pulled out his wand, transformed into a growth wand, and waved it behind him. A translucent cloud quickly turned into ice, followed by a series of explosions.

It looks like there is going to be a hailstorm in London tonight. If Kingsley is not dead yet, maybe he can ask the Muggle Prime Minister to properly handle the post-disaster reconstruction related matters.

"Fan Lin, I..." Hermione shouted urgently, but Fan Lin pinched Ye Qi's abdomen again, signaling Ye Qi to speed up and leave.

"You don't need to do anything or this could be exposed and take advantage of me, Hermione."

"But..."

"We are surrounded!" Sirius said suddenly. In the distance, about thirty people emerged from the cloud peak in front of them.

Fan Lin, the leader, felt very familiar. Only the old bat pretending to be Moody could exude such an uncomfortable aura.

"Teffrey!" Fan Lin secretly cursed. If possible, Fan Lin would really like to tear the mouth of the old bat guarding the mausoleum apart. Now it is obvious that Teifrey has already done this. Choice, otherwise he would not have appeared in front of him as soon as Fan Lin was exposed.

Who knows how many vampire spies there are here.

For the first time, Fan Lin had a sense of identity with the Holy See. The number of vampires should be controlled and then stuffed back into their castle.

"Get out of my way!" Fan Lin roared angrily, and with a vigorous wave of the staff in his hand, a huge ice blade condensed from mist quickly slashed towards the vampire formation in front.

However, the effect received was a bit low. The environment here was very suitable for Fan Lin to fight, but still, Fan Lin's magic did not cause any casualties.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding air began to become thicker, and a smell of blood spread from the sky. Then, there were dense dark red curses, which looked more like interstellar weapons photographed by Muggles, one after another. A dark red laser?

These vampires don't care about Harry Potter's life or death?

Sirius waved his wand to fight back, and a flame suddenly exploded from the sky along with the air wave. Under the high temperature, all the blood was evaporated and disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go down, there are too many people here!"

Fan Lin shouted loudly. It seemed that these Death Eaters had determined that the real Harry Potter was with them. This was good news, but now it seemed that there was really some trouble.

"Ye Qi can't fight, let's go down below!" Fan Lin shouted. Now that they have almost left the limits of London, there is no need to worry about causing a large number of Muggle casualties.

"good!"

Sirius flicked his wand, and a huge light spell exploded from the sky. For a moment, Hermione even felt that she was going blind.

"Dumbledore gave it to me, saying it was used to deal with dementors, but it seems to be quite useful now."

"This really surprises me." Fan Lin took a rare moment to joke.

Below was the mountain forest outside London. According to the previously designed evacuation point, they had to fly at least three miles before they could reach the location of the Portkey.

"It looks like they have set up an ambush a long time ago..." Sirius and Fan Lin exchanged words briefly. The vampires and the Death Eaters who had previously attacked them from behind had converged and chased them down, but Trevor still remained. There were about ten people in the sky, and they didn't seem to be letting them go.

"I don't know." Fan Lin said, the wand in his hand never idle for a moment. With the support of the magic stone, he continued to create obstacles for the pursuers.

Suddenly Ye Qi let out a scream, and a scarlet curse pierced the fleshy membrane of Ye Qi's left side. It felt like a bottle of sulfuric acid was poured on it. Centered on the wound, Ye Qi's left wing was losing its original state. . (To be continued)