Chapter 1,248

A few seconds later, Fanlin felt that he could breathe again.

It was not a good feeling to be Apparated, especially when four people were crowded together. Fanlin felt that someone had stepped on his chest before, but it disappeared in a trance.

He opened his eyes and saw that they were standing in the center of a familiar and simple square, surrounded by shabby old houses.

Although it was a bit desolate, it was indeed a good choice as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, especially after Sirius came back, the natural protection of the Black family seemed to be prepared for this.

However, since Snape's betrayal, this place was unanimously voted to be abandoned.

The Order of the Phoenix could not pin the comfort of the entire organization on a spell that had once failed.

Relying on their memories, they found number 12 in a short time, because the secret keeper Dumbledore told them the location of the house. They rushed there, carefully checking whether anyone was following them along the way. They ran up the stone steps, and Harry knocked on the front door with his wand.

After a series of metallic clicks and chain clicks, the door creaked open and the four people walked in. As Harry closed the door, the old-fashioned gas lamps suddenly lit up, illuminating the corridor with flickering light.

The house was exactly as they remembered it, weird and cobwebbed, with elf heads hanging on the walls casting strange shadows on the stairs, and long black curtains covering the portrait of Sirius' mother.

The only thing that was not in its place was the umbrella stand that the troll's legs sat on. It lay quietly on one side, as if Tonks had knocked it over again.

Mrs. Weasley's clean-up proved to be useless.

Even Sirius was reluctant to return to the house after abandoning it.

"I think someone has been here," Hermione whispered, pointing at it.

"Oh, I think I heard Moody say that," said Vanlin. "Besides Kreacher, Moody and his men were the only ones who came here."

"Where is the curse they used against Snape?" Harry asked.

"Maybe we'll wait until he shows up before the curses are activated?" Ron said. They had been standing close together, on the doormat, with their backs against the door, not daring to go into the house.

"Oh, please, we can't stay here," Harry said, taking a step forward.

"Severus Snape?" Mad-Eye Moody's voice came out from the darkness, frightening Harry to jump back a step.

"We are not Snape!" Harry answered before a gust of cold air rushed over, almost twisting his tongue into a ball. In just a moment, his tongue returned to normal. Ron and Hermione seemed to have experienced this unpleasant feeling.

"Hey, you should rest assured!" Vanlin said, taking back the cloak. Obviously, it was more practical to use the magic on the cloak in this situation.

To be honest, Vanlin felt that he was a little weak, which made him uncomfortable...

"Then it must be... the t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t... t!" Hermione said aggrievedly, as if she was about to spit it out.

"This is very useful. It can effectively prevent wizards from using magic."

"But this is a bit too uncomfortable." Fanlin tapped Hermione's throat with his wand. For the first time, removing a magic required tracing back to the source.

Harry took another step forward cautiously.

Suddenly, something began to move in the shadows at the end of the corridor. Before they could react, a terrifying tall gray-brown figure suddenly rose from the carpet; Hermione screamed, and Mrs. Black also screamed, and lifted her curtain; this gray figure slid towards them, faster and faster, its waist-length hair and beard fluttered behind it, its face was deeply sunken, without flesh, and its eye sockets were empty... so familiar, but so strange, he raised one arm, and his blue-white palm was full of blue and black cracks.

"No!" Harry shouted, he raised his wand, but didn't know what spell to use. "No! It's not us! It's not us who killed you..."

As soon as the word kill was mentioned, the figure suddenly exploded, leaving only a large cloud of dust.

Harry coughed and looked around with tears in his eyes, while Hermione curled up and looked like she couldn't stop crying for a while.

This surprised Fanlin, and he didn't know whether to laugh or what.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore was indeed dead, but for Fanlin, the result didn't seem so difficult to accept, and now, Moody actually arranged Dumbledore's illusion to deal with Snape who might come.

I have to admit that if Snape really betrayed them, it would definitely scare him, and this illusion is not just as simple as an explosion.

In a flash, Fanlin clearly captured other spells, the curse of aging and even death, and they were far from reaching the conditions for triggering.

But, how to deal with Snape like this?

If the Dark Lord forces it, it is not safe here for the plan.

In fact, many times Fanlin was a little unsure whether Snape had betrayed them.

Dumbledore's plan for death...

"Okay... okay... he's gone... gone..." Vanlin hugged Hermione and buried his nose in Hermione's hair.

Mrs. Black was still screaming, and the dust, with the blue light of the gas lamp, swirled around Harry like a mist.

"Mudblood, filth, a disgraceful stain, a shameful stain on the house of my ancestors..."

"Shut up!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand directly at her. With a loud bang and a red spark, the curtains immediately closed and the sound disappeared.

"That...that's..." Ron asked quietly when he came back to his senses and got up from the ground.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, "but that's not the real him, it's just something to scare Snape."

"But does that really work?"

Harry didn't know, could Snape really blow up this terrifying figure so easily? Like killing the real Dumbledore?

"It's useful. There are other magics behind this, but what trigger conditions should be met..." Fan Lin said, holding Hermione's hand tightly with his hand.

"The condition is Snape?" Ron asked carefully.

Fanlin nodded.

This made Harry very uncomfortable, and his nerves were still tingling. Harry walked ahead and walked to the hall. Since Fanlin was briefly disabled, Harry had become the strongest fighting force, which caused Harry to Leigh had to brace himself for new horrors, but in fact there was no movement except a rat skittering across the skirting.

"Before we go any further, I think we'd better check," Hermione whispered, raising her wand and saying, "Apparition!"

Nothing happened.

"Oh, you must be scared," Ron shrugged nonchalantly, "Don't be too nervous, what's the use of that?"

"It does what I want it to do!" Hermione said quite angrily, "It's a spell that reveals hidden people, and there's no one else here but us!"

"Besides us, there's also the old dust," Ron glanced at the patch of carpet from where the corpse-like figure had risen.

"Oh, let's go upstairs." Hermione looked at that place with some fear, which made the girl feel a little numb. "Shall we go back to our room?"

She led the way up the creaking stairs to the living room on the second floor. Hermione was trembling slightly in this windy room. She waved her wand to light up the old-fashioned gas lamps. She sank into the sofa and hugged her arms tightly to her chest.

Fanlin walked across the living room to the window and opened the heavy velvet curtain a crack.

"There is no one outside," Fan Lin looked around carefully. "It seems that there should be no marks on Harry, otherwise they would have followed by now, but... what's wrong with you, Harry?"

Fan Lin suddenly shouted.

Harry screamed in pain, his scar burning again, and something flashed through his mind like a bright light on the water. He saw a huge shadow and felt a surge of rage that was not his own, as violent and short as an electric shock.

"What did you see?" Fan Lin frowned and walked towards Harry, "Did you see him at my house?"

"No, I just feel angry... He is really angry..."

"He might be at the Burrow," Ron said loudly in a panic, "What else? What else did you see? Is he casting a spell on someone?"

"No, I only feel angry...I can't say it..."

Harry felt like he was being forced to confess. He was very confused, but Hermione couldn't help him. She just said worriedly: "Your scar hurts again? How could this happen? I thought that connection had been closed long ago!" "

"It was just closed for a while," Harry muttered, his scar still hurting, which made it difficult to concentrate, "I...I think whenever he loses control, the connection opens, and that's who he is before……"

"But you have to close your brain!" Hermione screamed. "Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to use that connection, he wants you to seal it, so you should use Occlumency! Otherwise Voldemort can put some fake images in your mind, do you remember..." "

"Yes, I remember, thank you," Harry gritted his teeth; he didn't need Hermione to remind him that Voldemort had used this connection to lure him into a trap, let alone that it had put everyone in danger. .

He wished he hadn't told them what he saw and felt... it made Voldemort even more dangerous.

Harry pressed the scar tightly against the window of his room, but it still hurt. He endured the pain as if he was forcing himself to resist nausea.

Harry turned around, his back to Van Lin and the others, pretending to be examining an old tapestry hanging on the wall...it had a family tree of the Black family on it.

At this moment Hermione screamed, Harry raised his wand and looked around, only to see a silver Patronus floating in from the living room window, landing on the floor in front of them, turning into a weasel, and using Ron's father's voice said: "The family is safe, don't reply, we are being watched and Sirius will come find you."

The patronus dissipated, and Ron let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a groan, and fell heavily onto the sofa.

Relieved, at least, this is good news.

"Fortunately, they are safe!" Ron said tremblingly.

Harry sighed thinking of Ginny.

If something happened to Ginny, Harry simply didn't know what he would do.

"I...I'm going to the bathroom," Harry muttered with a sigh of relief, walking out of the room as quickly as he could.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the intense dizziness became even more intense. Harry felt that his mind was spinning, as if he was constantly wandering back and forth between virtuality and reality, which made Harry a little confused. Clear the way.

But the road to the toilet has never been longer.

Harry finally managed to secure the toilet door with trembling hands, hugged his nearly split head and fell to the ground. Then a sharp pain hit him, a feeling that he had never experienced before. His rage took over his soul, and he saw a long, narrow room lit by firelight. A tall blond Death Eater fell to the ground, screaming and rolling, and a smaller figure stood over him with a wand. In front of him, at this moment, an arrogant, cold, and cruel voice came from Harry's mouth.

"Do you have anything else to say, Lyle, how about we end it here and send you to the altar? Then hand you over to those monsters? Lord Voldemort may not forgive you this time... First Now, are you calling me back to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, let Lyle have a taste of what it feels like to make us unhappy...let him have a taste, or you can come and taste it. Taste my anger!"

Suddenly, it was like a piece of wood falling into the fire, the flames shot up, and the firelight fell on a frightened, pale face... The face seemed to have been soaked in deep water, Draco's face was white. It was a bit seeping, and for a moment, Harry felt as if his eyes were stinging, and Draco woke him up.

Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Harry lay sprawled on the cold black marble floor, his nose inches from the tail of the silver viper that supported the large tub. He sat up, Malfoy's haggard and dull face seemed to still appear before his eyes. Harry felt a twinge of nausea at what he had seen and at the way Draco was now driven by Voldemort.

There was a rapid knock on the door, and Harry jumped up when he heard Fan Lin's voice.

"Harry, how are you? Are you okay? I have all your things..."

"Okay, okay, thank you," he opened the door, trying to get his voice back to normal. (To be continued)