Chapter 1268

For a moment, there was no other sound in the entire interrogation room, except for the whimpering of the poor woman sitting in the middle.

Fanlin felt a little irritated inexplicably. The situation in the interrogation room... To question a wizard's right to own a wand? The fight against Muggle wizards started very early.

Most wizards are born through blood, but that is not the bloodline of a so-called pure-blood wizard. Otherwise, how could the first wizard be born?

There is never any superiority. Whether a wizard or a Muggle, every Muggle has the potential to become a wizard. This is just a transmission from the depths of blood. Some people can, but most people cannot.

Umbridge had gone too far.

Umbridge let out a little girl's laugh, which gave Harry the urge to squash her. She leaned forward over the railing to get a better look at her 'victim'

"No," said Umbridge, "no, that's not it, Mrs. Cattermole. The wand only chooses wizards, and you are not a wizard. I have a questionnaire here for you to fill out... Mafalda, hand it over. Give me."

Umbridge held out her tiny hand: she looked so repulsive at that moment that Harry didn't see the webbing between her short, thick fingers. Hermione's hands were shaking with shock. She rummaged through the pile of papers lying on the chair beside her, and finally pulled out a roll of parchment with Lady Cattermole's name on it.

Umbridge glanced at Mrs. Cattermole's questionnaire and said in a louder voice, "You and I are different, 'Parents' occupation: greengrocer.'"

Alex smiled mockingly. Under the platform, the furry patronus cat was still patrolling back and forth, and the dementor stood in the corner waiting. Umbridge's lie made Harry's blood surge, throwing caution to the wind...

What now? Umbridge is trying to humiliate a wizard to the last possible extent?

In a fit of rage, Harry raised his wand, not even bothering to hide it under the invisibility cloak, and shouted, "Stupefy!" There was a flash of red light, and Umbridge fell down, hitting her head on the railing. the edge of.

Mrs. Cattermole's papers slipped from her lap to the floor, and the silver cat patrolling beneath the platform suddenly disappeared. Suddenly, waves of chill hit them.

Alex looked around in confusion to find the source of the accident, and saw Harry's hand under the invisibility cloak pointing at him with a wand. He tried to pull out his own wand, but it was too late: "Collapse! "

Yaxley collapsed and huddled on the floor.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, if you think I should sit here and let her talk nonsense..."

"Well done, Harry, we can leave now, I got what I wanted!" Fan Lin said quickly, reaching out with one hand to hold Hermione up.

"Wait a minute." Hermione struggled for a moment, "Fan Lin, please save Mrs. Cattermole!"

"Oh, of course!" Fan Lin turned around and faced the middle of the trial room.

Under the platform, the dementors had left the corner and slid towards the woman chained to the chair. Whether it was because the patron saint had disappeared, or because they felt that their master had lost the power to control them, the dementors did not continue to restrain their desire. Mrs. Cattermole let out a shrill scream as a crusted, sticky hand grabbed her chin and tried to lift her face.

"Calling the Gods to protect you!" A silver cat rushed out from the top of Fanlin's wand and ran towards the dementors. Those guys are back in the dark corners. In comparison, Fanlin's cat stared more closely than Umbridge's cat, and the feeling of warmth spread wantonly, driving away the coldness around it. It ran slowly around the room, and the light illuminated the entire room. dungeon.

"Harry, get her!" Fan Lin said, pulling Hermione out and walking out. If she is exposed here, she will probably be beaten out, but she needs to open the door first.

Harry ran up the steps again, picked up the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it behind his back, then walked towards Mrs Cattermole.

"Is it you?" She whispered, staring at Harry's face, "But...but Ray said it was you who wrote my name on the interrogation list."

"Really?" Harry muttered, yanking hard on the shackles that locked her arms. "Well, I'm a reformed person. In pieces!" The shackles didn't budge.

"Hey, Fanlin, Hermione, how can I open this shackles?" Harry shouted loudly, of course, everyone used their current names.

"Wait a moment, Harry!" Fan Lin said, controlling his Patronus to drive these dementors out, then looked back at Harry, "Get out of the way."

As he said that, Harry took two steps back, and then a strong wind blew. Harry felt something passing in front of him. Then, there was a sound of gold and iron, and Harry looked at the shackles. In this position, the originally strong shackles had been split into two halves.

The shackles clinked back into the arms of the chair. Mrs. Cattermole was now as frightened as before.

"I really don't understand," she whispered. "How did you do it? This is..."

"It's not important. What's important is that you have to leave here with us," Harry helped her stand up and said to her, "Go home, take your wand and family, and then leave. If necessary, please Leave the country. Disguise your identity and run away. You will never get a chance to get justice here."

"Stop talking nonsense, Harry, come here quickly, I think we have to go out together." Fan Lin said, the silver light at the tip of the wand exploded, as if detonating the light source, constantly pushing the dementors that rushed towards him. retreat.

"Calling the Guardian!" Harry raised his wand and turned it slightly. With a soft silver light, a stag appeared in the center of the field, complementing Fan Lin's silver cat.

"Harry, come and clear the way, I'll help you clean it up!" Fan Lin said, and the silver cat started to pounce smartly.

Harry nodded, and under his control, the stag slowed down its running speed and walked towards the door, still glowing with light.

"Summon as many of them as possible. Hermione, summon your patron saint." Fan Lin said quickly. The huge number of dementors in the dark crypt seemed to have received some kind of blessing, as if no one knew how to do it. Just like trying to use the Patronus Charm to defeat all the dementors in Azkaban.

"Huh...hello God's Guard," Hermione said. But nothing appeared.

"That's the only spell she doesn't know how to use." Harry explained awkwardly to Mrs. Cattermole, who looked completely confused.

"It's a shame... Come on, Hermione, get on with it."

"Guardian!" A silver cat similar to Fan Lin suddenly appeared in the air at the end of Hermione's wand, and then Fan Lin's Patronus swam gracefully toward the door together.

"Follow up." Fanlin said, and then led Hermione, Harry and Mrs. Cattermole towards the door. When the Patronus came outside the dungeon, they heard the screams of the people waiting outside the door.

Fan Lin looked around: the dementors were fleeing in all directions to avoid the silver creatures in front of them, and were forced to retreat into the surrounding darkness.

"The trial has decided that you all have to go home and hide with your families," Fan Lin said to the Muggle wizards waiting outside the door. They were still a little scared and couldn't open their eyes because of the light surrounding the patron saint. Eye. "If you can, go to another country, as far away from the Ministry of Magic as possible. This is...well...this is the new official arrangement. Now, as long as you follow the Patronus, you can leave the central hall. I don't want to repeat the second chapter. Second time, if you understand, follow me!"

The soft radiance emitted by the patron saint seemed to give the wizard outside an inexplicable power.

One by one, they stood up from the stone bench, but as they walked to the elevator, Harry began to worry again. What if there was a silver stag, two floating silver cats, and more than twenty people... half of whom were accused Muggle wizards...

With such a group suddenly appearing in the central hall, he thought there was no way they would go unnoticed...and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Fan Lin, is there any way, I mean... look..." Hermione asked, grabbing Fan Lin's arm with one hand.

"Obviously, isn't it even more surprising to see an empty elevator? It's in the Ministry of Magic. And don't forget, the door is under surveillance." Seemingly seeing the worry of the two, "But we can fight out, after all. , It’s impossible for these people to be captured without mercy, right? We can leave while there is chaos!”

Just as Fan Lin and the others were waiting for the elevator and discussing how to leave, the elevator swayed down, and a person who was familiar to many people appeared in the elevator.

"Thunder!" Mrs. Cattermole shouted, throwing herself into Ron's arms. "Lankorn and Nader got me out, they attacked Umbridge and Alex, and he made us all leave England. I think we'd better do that, Ray, really. Let’s go home and take the kids away, and then—Why are you so wet?”

"That's water," Ron muttered and took off his clothes, "Fan Lin, they knew there was an intruder inside the Ministry of Magic. They seemed to know it from the hole in Umbridge's office door. If that's true , I think we only have five minutes left..."

Hermione's Patronus suddenly disappeared with a pop. She turned around and looked at Fan Lin with horror on her face.

"Fan Lin, if we are caught here..."

"No, as long as we move fast enough." Fan Lin said firmly. He addressed it to the silent people behind him, who were staring directly at him.

Were they forced into the car?

No matter what, Fan Lin has no obligation to save them, right? If you want to leave, everyone here needs to work together, right?

"Who brought a wand?" Fan Lin turned around and asked, and about half of the people raised their hands.

"Okay, those who don't have wands should follow closely those who have wands. We have to act quickly before we are intercepted. Let's go. If anyone is unfortunately left behind, then I'm sorry, that's all we can do."

They managed to squeeze into two elevators. The patron saints of Fan Lin stood in front of the golden door like sentries. They closed the door and the elevator began to rise.

"We've arrived on the eighth floor," a cold male voice said, "Middle Hall."

As soon as the elevator door opened, Fan Lin immediately knew that they were in trouble: the atrium was full of wizards running around blocking the fireplace.

"Fanlin!" Hermione shouted. "What should we do...?"

"Stop!" Suddenly, Harry roared, and Lancorn's menacing voice echoed in the hall. The wizards who were sealing the fireplace stopped.

"Follow," he whispered to the frightened Muggle wizards. They huddled together, led by Fanlin and Hermione. "What's going on, Albert?" asked the bald wizard who had followed Harry out of the fireplace, looking nervous.

"You need to let these people leave before you block the exit." Harry answered in as authoritative a tone as he could. The wizards in front of him looked at each other.

"However, we have been notified that all exits must be blocked and no one can be allowed to..."

"Are you going to go against me?" Harry growled. "Do you also want me to send someone to check your family tree, just like I did with Dirk Cresway's family?"

"I'm sorry!" The bald wizard took a few steps back and said breathlessly. "I didn't mean that, Albert, but I thought... I thought they were here to be interrogated and..."

"They are all pure blood," Harry said, his deep voice echoing solemnly through the hall. "I dare say more pure than many of you. Come on now."

Harry shouted to the Muggle wizards. They scurried forward into the fireplace and disappeared one by one. The wizards from the Ministry stood to one side, some looking confused, others frightened.

At this time... "Mary!" Katemore turned around. The real Ray Kettlemore came out of the elevator and ran toward them. He had stopped vomiting, but his face was pale.

"Ray...Ray?" She looked from her husband to Ron, and he cursed loudly. The bald wizard was stunned, his head turning comically between the two thunders.

"Hey...what's going on? What...is going on?"

"Seal the exit! Seal the exit!" Alex rushed out of another elevator and ran towards the people by the fireplace. By this time all the Muggle wizards had left through the fireplace, except Mrs. Cattermole. But as soon as the bald wizard raised his wand, Fan Lin rushed forward and knocked it away with a punch.

"He's helping those Muggle wizards escape, Alex!" Harry shouted at him. The bald wizard's colleagues began to stir, and Ron took the opportunity to grab Mrs. Cattermole and pull her into a still-open fireplace before disappearing together.

Alex looked at Fanlin, Harry and the bald wizard with some confusion. Then the real Ray Kettlemore shouted: "My wife! Who is that with my wife? What happened?"

Alex's head turned, and Harry saw a look of realization appear on his wild, animalistic face.

"Let's go!" Fanlin suddenly shouted to Hermione and Harry. He grabbed her hand and jumped into the fireplace together. Alex's spell passed over his head.

"Get out of my way!" Fan Lin took advantage of his last effort and used his wand to push hard. Suddenly, the fireplace in the Ministry of Magic seemed to explode, but a black shadow seemed to tear open the sky full of flames...

They spun around in the fireplace, and a moment later Harry was ejected from a bathroom and dropped into a small bedroom.

Harry yanked the door open: Ron was standing by the sink, still entangled with Mrs. Cattermole.

"Lei, I don't understand..."

"Let go, I'm not your husband, you have to go home!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the bedroom behind them, and Harry turned his head: it was Alex chasing him.

"Oh. Damn it!" As he spoke, Harry saw Fanlin pulling Hermione out of the stove in the back.

Along with it, an ice edge also came out, but it was very eye-catching. Harry could clearly see the blood in Fanlin's pupils and the corners of his mouth!

"Let's go!" Harry shouted.

"No, wait a minute!" Hermione said anxiously, but before she finished speaking, Alex recovered and rushed towards them through the icy debris in the sky. It was very obvious, as if It was like his body was burning. The twisted black flames gradually swallowed up Alex's body. Inexplicably, Fan Lin felt an incomparable crisis.

Fan Lin flicked his wand, and the space began to shake violently, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. The strong light burst out simultaneously with the astonishing cold air, and the bloody smell floating in the air became even more intense.

"Let's go!" Fan Lin turned his head and grabbed Hermione's hand and Ron's arm. Harry quickly put his hands on them, and then Fan Lin began to apparate. Darkness engulfed them. They seemed to be squeezed by invisible hands.

But something was wrong...Hermione's hand seemed to be slipping out of his tight grasp...For a moment, Fanlin felt extremely panicked. He wanted to scream...but, he couldn't breathe and couldn't see anything. And the only things he could touch were Ron's arms and Hermione's fingers, which were slowly sliding out... Then Fanlin saw the door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place and the door knocker decorated with venomous snakes. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a scream, and at the same time a black flame flashed: Hermione's fingers in his hand suddenly became stiff, and everything returned to darkness.

"Fu... Fox..." Fan Lin could only say with difficulty, but time was too short. Fox was not a bound partner, but Fan Lin could only place his hope on this little phoenix.

…

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and was dizzy by the gold and green that came into view. He didn't know what was happening. He only knew that he was lying on a pile of what looked like branches and leaves.

He took a few breaths of air to try to calm down, blinked his eyes, and realized that the strong light was sunlight shining through the leaves covering his head. Suddenly something close to his face twitched, and he raised himself up on his hands and knees, expecting to see a savage little creature, but found that it was actually Ron's foot.

Harry looked around and saw that they and Hermione were all lying alone in a forest. Harry first thought of the Forbidden Forest. After a while, although he knew how dangerous and stupid it was for them to appear on the grounds of Hogwarts like this, the thought of sneaking through the forest to Hagrid's hut, He couldn't help but be extremely excited.

However, at this moment Ron groaned softly. Harry began to crawl towards him, and then he realized that this was not the Forbidden Forest. The trees looked younger, the distance between them was wider, and the grounds were cleaner.

He saw Hermione also awake, trying to get up on her hands and knees above Ron's head. At this moment his eyes fell on Ron, and all other things disappeared from Harry's mind, because the blood soaked the left side of Ron's body, making his pale face leaning on the weedy ground look particularly... Eye-catching. The Polyjuice Potion was slowly wearing off: Ron's appearance was somewhere between Cattermole's and his own, his hair was growing redder, but the last trace of life was gone from his face.

"What's up with him?"

"Separation," Hermione said, suppressing panic, but it could be clearly seen that tears were already welling up in Hermione's eyes.

Before she could think about it, Hermione had already begun to unbutton Ron's sleeves, where the blood was the wettest and the darkest. She tore off Ron's shorts, and Harry watched in horror. He always thought being separated was a ridiculous thing, but this time...

He squirmed in discomfort as he watched Hermione flatten Ron's upper arm. A large piece of flesh there was gone, as if it had been neatly gouged out by a knife.

"Harry, hurry! Find a small bottle labeled "Bai Xian" in my bag..."

"Bag...Okay..." Harry hurried to the place where Hermione had just appeared, grabbed the small beaded embroidery bag, and stretched out his hand. Immediately, he touched one thing after another. He felt the leather spine of a book, the wool sleeves of a pullover, and the heels of shoes... "Hurry!" He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed it at this magical thing. Deep inside the packet.

"Come here!" A small brown bottle flew out of the bag. He grabbed it and hurried back to Hermione and Ron. Ron's eyes were half-open at this time, and only the whites of his eyelids could be seen.

"He passed out," said Hermione, who was also very pale and although she no longer looked like Mafalda, some of her hair was still gray.

"Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking so much." Harry pulled out the stopper on the small bottle, and Hermione took it over and dropped three drops of the potion on Ron's bloody wound.

Green smoke immediately rose, and when the smoke dissipated, Harry saw that the bleeding had stopped. The wound now looked like it had been healing for several days; new skin covered the tender flesh.

Harry sighed.

"This is the best I can do to ensure safety," Hermione said weakly. "There are still some pills that can make him fully recover, but I don't dare to try again. If something goes wrong, it may cause a bigger problem." The injuries...he has already lost too much blood..."

"How was he injured? I mean..." Harry shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts and figure out what happened just now...

"Why are we here? I think we are going back to Grimmauld Place?" Hermione took a deep breath, but she still couldn't hide the crying tone in her voice.

"Harry, I don't think we can get back there."

"You mean-"

"When we Apparated, Alex grabbed me and controlled me. I couldn't get away from him. He was so strong that when we got to Grimmauld Place he still had me, and then... Yeah, I think he must have seen the door and thought we were parked there, so he let go of his grip and the next thing I know we're here!"

"But then, where is he? Wait...you don't mean he's still at Grimmauld Place, do you? He can't get there?" She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "Harry, I think he can. I...I fell under his Imperius Curse, and I almost led him to break the Fidelity Curse. Since Dumbledore died, we became Secret Keepers, so I've told him That’s a secret, isn’t it?”

It couldn't be false; Harry was already sure she was right. What a terrible blow! If Alex can get into the house now, there's no way they can go back.

Even now, Alex may have apparated and brought other Death Eaters there. Although the room was dark and depressing, it was at least a safe haven: even Kreacher became friendly now that he thought about it. It's much more, and it seems more like home there. Stung by a remorse that had nothing to do with food, Harry imagined the house elf busy preparing steak and kidney pies that some of them would never eat.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"Don't be silly, it's not your fault! If anything happened, it's all my fault... and, what about Vanlin?"

It was like a sharp sword, piercing Hermione's heart!

"I... I don't know, I can't find him... Harry, I can't find him, and then I found Ron, Harry... I... I can't find him!" Hermione's tear glands seemed to collapse, and suddenly, a lot of tears flowed down Hermione's cheeks.

"When I left, I was controlled by Alex, Vanlin had been entangled with him, I saw their magic, and then I saw Vanlin was caught, his body and Alex's hand entangled, I..."

"Alex caught him?"

"I don't know, Harry, I don't know, then I went up, and then I was hit by the Imperius Curse..." Hermione covered her face with her hands, tears kept washing the blood on Hermione's hands, but that only made Hermione more embarrassed.

"No, no... He is, he is the strongest among us..." Harry said absentmindedly. He could not imagine that the split was the most serious consequence in Harry's eyes.

Suddenly, Harry thought of Fanlin's body that had not yet recovered, and the powerful magic when he escaped, Alex's changes, and the blood at the corner of Fanlin's mouth...

"Harry, help me find him, okay, Harry, help me find him..." Hermione said almost begging, her body lost strength, and she seemed unable to support herself and knelt on the ground, her gray hair hanging down, and suddenly, Harry understood what this feeling was.

"He... He will be fine... Hermione, he is the strongest, isn't he..." Harry said bitterly, "I, I will go now, maybe... maybe Fanlin might be..."

Harry suddenly stood up. A strong sense of dizziness came over Harry, and he felt that the world was spinning, and darkness surged up. Harry felt that he was going to fall down in a trance, but when he thought of Hermione...

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry refreshed Harry's spirit. This cry...

"Fox, it's Fox, Hermione, look, it's Fox!" Hermione raised her head blankly, and the space above their heads seemed to have opened a hole. The next second, countless flames illuminated the surroundings, and a slightly embarrassed figure rushed out of the hole with Fox.

"Fanlin!" Hermione exclaimed hurriedly, but Fanlin's current appearance made Hermione feel very...

"You..." Hermione wiped her tears with her hand, and the dark burn marks left an indelible mark on Fanlin's heart like a brand.

"I'm fine, isn't it..." Fanlin said, but the whole person fell down a little limply.

"You...you call it fine?" Hermione cried, but she laughed while crying, and hugged Fanlin desperately, and the two of them sat directly on the ground.

"Alex has to pay a price, right?" Fanlin said, looking up at Hermione's bloodstained face, "What happened to you? Are you injured, Fox..."

"No, Ron split..." Hermione said, "I helped him deal with the wound."

"By the way, Fox, Fox's tears..." Hermione said, suddenly realizing something, staring at the wound on Fanlin's chest, "Have you used it?"

"It's not important..." Fanlin said, watching the tears in Hermione's eyes continue to accumulate.

"Oh, please, Harry, I can't stand up, please Fox!" Fanlin said, Harry nodded, Fox gently rubbed Fanlin's arm with his head, and then flapped his wings to fly to Ron's body.

A tear fell, like the most enthusiastic potion reaction, wisps of white smoke quickly spread over Ron's wound, visible to the naked eye, the wound healed by the white fresh quickly turned into normal skin state, but the flaw was that a huge scar twisted and spread on Ron's body.

Ron groaned and opened his eyes. His face was still pale, and the sweat on his face was shining.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked softly.

"Uncomfortable," Ron said hoarsely, and he seemed to feel his arm hurt.

"Where are we now?"

"In the woods where the Quidditch World Cup is held," Hermione wiped her tears and hugged Fanlin. "I want a closed and private place, and this place..."

"It's the first place you thought of," Harry finished for her, scanning the seemingly deserted glade in the woods, and couldn't help but think of the last time they Apparated to the first place Hermione thought of - and how the Death Eaters found them in a few minutes, using Legilimency? Do Voldemort and his men know where Hermione has taken them at this moment? "

Ron turned his head with some effort, "So, Fawkes... Oh, thank you, Fawkes..."

"You should thank Hermione. "Harry shook his head.

Fox rubbed Fanlin's arm again, then turned into a ball of fire and disappeared in front of everyone with a bang.

"Fanlin, how are you?" Ron struggled to sit up, and Harry hurriedly supported him.

"Fortunately, at least Fox healed my external injuries." Fanlin said, looking at Ron's wounds, "You may be hurt, at least for a while."

"Do you think we can still move forward?" Ron suddenly asked Harry, and Harry saw the same answer from Ron's face.

"I don't know." Ron still looked weak and pale, and he couldn't sit up for too long, as if he was too weak to do it.

And Fanlin was not much better, at least, Hermione had no intention of letting Fanlin sit up.

It seemed that the idea of ​​moving now was unrealistic. (To be continued)