Chapter 1269

"Looks like we'll have to stay here for now," Fanlin said, thinking back to Alex.

Alex should have led people to surround Sirius' house at this time. At least, the hidden spell has failed, and it is a certainty that the Black family's ancestral home will change hands as a result.

Fortunately, Fox finally heard his call, which came from the magic of the phoenix. If you want to change a pet, such as the stupid owl that Fan Lin bought in the past year, Fan Lin simply can't imagine what will happen.

Die together with Alex?

This is not a good deal.

However, Hermione seemed more reassured by Fan Lin's words, so Hermione carefully leaned Fan Lin against a tree, then lifted her legs and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked.

"If we're going to stay here, we're going to have to take some protective measures and spread some magic around." Hermione responded, picking up her wand and starting to walk around the three of them, making a larger circle. And whispered.

Harry saw turbulent currents moving in the air: it was as if Hermione was creating a wave of heat in the clearing around them.

"Savier Esia... armor protection... Rebbe Mugoldum... close your earplugs and listen... Harry, go and take out the tent..."

"Is this also a spell?" Almost everyone was stunned, but Harry still reacted.

"tent?"

"In my bag!"

"Of course." Harry replied.

He doesn't want to search around inside now, but can use a flying spell. The tent gradually emerged from the mass of clumps of canvas, including ropes and tent poles, and Harry recognized it, partly because of its cat smell, as the tent he had slept in that night at the Quidditch World Cup.

"I assume this tent belongs to that guy Perkins from the Ministry of Magic?" he asked, starting to undo the tent's pins.

"Obviously he doesn't want it anymore. His back pain is too bad," Hermione said, waving her wand in a complicated figure-eight motion. "Besides, Sirius's one takes up too much space. It just so happened that Ron's dad said he could lend it to me, so... open it quickly!"

she added, pointing her wand at the grotesque canvas, causing it to rise into the air in a stream of air and land in the clearing in front of Harry as if it were fully built, and then fell from the astonished Harry's hand. The tent pegs flew out, slamming against the ropes before settling on the ground. "The house is fixed!" Hermione waved her wand towards the sky at the end. "I can only do so much. At the very least, we must know that they are coming. I can't guarantee that this magic can stop the ambush..."

"Don't say that name!" Ron interrupted, his voice hoarse.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry," Ron said, groaning a few times as he pushed himself up to look at them, "but that name always makes me think of something ominous. Can't we call him 'You-Know-Who'?"

"But... Dumbledore said, fear of a name..." Harry began.

"Unless you don't realize, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his first name doesn't do Dumbledore any favors in the end," Ron shot back: "Just, just give You-Know-Who some respect, can't you?"

"Respect?" Harry repeated, but Hermione gave him a warning look; it was obvious that he didn't want to argue with Ron, especially when he was so weak.

"Oh, okay, maybe we can forget about him for the time being..." Fan Lin stood up holding on to the tree and drank some magic potion to restore his strength.

It must be admitted that Phoenix's Tears are definitely a holy product for trauma, but there is really nothing Fox can do about this kind of injury caused by magic power disorder.

"What are you doing?" Hermione exclaimed, running over quickly, "You should..."

"I feel pretty good, just like half a month ago." Fan Lin said, "Let's carry Ron in first. Fox's tears can only help him connect his skin and flesh. The injury to the split body cannot be healed in a short while." It’s up to him to handle it.”

"Okay..." Hermione nodded, and then she and Harry half-dragged and half-pulled Ron to the entrance of the tent. The inside was just as everyone remembered, it looked like a small apartment, equipped with a bathroom and a miniature kitchen.

Harry knocked an old armchair aside and carefully placed Ron on the lower bunk of a bunk bed. Even though this was a very short trip, Ron's face turned even paler. When they placed him on the mat, Ron's eyes closed again, and he didn't say anything for a while.

Inexplicably, Fan Lin felt a little depressed. Ron had a problem now. After all, no one wanted to separate himself.

"I'm going to make some tea right away," Hermione panted after getting Fan Lin to his seat, took out a kettle and a large cup from her bag, and walked to the kitchen.

Harry found the hot drink as good as the Firewhiskey on the night Mad-Eye died, and it seemed to kill some of the fear that was throbbing in his chest, and after a minute or two Ron broke the silence.

"How are you doing with the Kettlemore family?"

"With any luck, they should have escaped," Hermione said, comfortably grabbing her hot cup and snuggling into the sofa.

"If Mr. Cattermole is smart enough, he should use his apparition to take Mrs. Cattermole out. They and their children should have escaped the town by now, if he really listened to what I said." Vanlin said slowly, curled up in the sofa as if this could make his body feel better.

"Oh, I hope they can escape," Ron said, leaning back on his pillow. The tea seemed to have some effect on him, and his face regained some color. "But I don't think Ray and Cattermole are the kind of people who react quickly. I feel it from the way people talk to me when I become him. My God, I hope they can escape... If the two of them are imprisoned in Azkaban because of us..."

Harry looked at Hermione, and the question he was about to ask was stuck in his throat, which was about whether Mrs. Cattermole could not follow her husband to apparition because she didn't have a wand.

However, Hermione didn't seem to be in the right state at this time. After drinking two sips of hot tea to warm up, Hermione kept staring at Vantermole intently, and her expression seemed to be dripping with water.

"Ahem... I mean..." Harry coughed heavily, indicating that the two excessive people were still here.

"I mean, if the wizard loses his wand, will it be..."

"Will it be what?" Fanlin moved slightly and made a sound of gasping, and Hermione became extremely nervous.

"You..."

"It's okay for me, don't worry..."

"I mean, will Mrs. Cattermole be unable to Apparate because she doesn't have a wand?" Harry couldn't help interrupting, "After all, when the three of us rushed out, we didn't help her get her wand back."

"Don't worry, otherwise how can wizards make Muggles move through space? Moreover, even without relying on the wand, we can still cast magic, right? Apparate is not a magic that can only be done with the help of a wand." Fanlin shook his head, thinking that Harry was worrying too much.

"But why... I mean, the mysterious man... he can choose not to use it..."

"Because there is no guarantee." Fanlin said, "Not all magic can be released through the body, especially those evil curses. Think about it, what would it feel like if an Avada Kedavra curse had to go through your body before it was released?"

"Oh, do you have to use this spell..." Ron shouted a little badly, "We almost stayed there."

"But we escaped, didn't we?" Fanlin said happily, "At least, this didn't bother us..."

"Before you brag next time, I hope you can remember what you look like now, Fanlin!" Hermione patted Fanlin's head helplessly, and Harry shuddered involuntarily.

Never cared, or did he grow up and his ideas changed?

In any case, the damage was nakedly there.

"Well, I think we should first figure out the situation around us," Harry presided, "After all, it is still uncertain whether we are really out of danger."

"I think I need some time. Of course, I have some interesting discoveries, but I want to confirm the accurate information before speaking." Fanlin said. "Okay!" Harry nodded.

"You really should rest." Hermione said gently, kissing Vanlin on the forehead, "Wish you a good dream."

"Oh... well... I think we should take turns to stand guard outside the tent," Harry said with a long tone, stood up and stretched his body, and then said to Hermione, "We also need to think about food issues, you stay here."

When Ron tried to stand up, Harry's face turned green, and he hurriedly added.

The peephole that Hermione gave Harry as a birthday gift was carefully placed on the table in the tent. For the rest of the day, Harry and Hermione took turns on duty, but the peephole remained quietly on the fulcrum all day.

Perhaps it was because Hermione cast protective magic and Muggle-repelling spells around them, or because people rarely set foot on this road? Their small piece of woods was still silent, except for the occasional birds and squirrels passing by.

The arrival of night did not bring any changes. At ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand after exchanging shifts with Hermione, and then patrolled the abandoned grounds.

He looked up at the silent sky, noticing the bats flying above him across the starlit sky they had protected. He was now feeling hungry and slightly dizzy.

Hermione hadn't brought any food in her magic bag, because she thought they would be back at Grimmauld Place that night, so they had nothing to eat except the wild mushrooms that Hermione had picked from the surrounding woods and stewed in a teapot.

Ron took two big bites and pushed his portion away, looking like he was going to vomit.

Harry had to insist on finishing it in order not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

Perhaps Vanlin was the luckiest, as he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he fell asleep. According to Hermione's explanation, this was the best way to recover when his mental strength was overdrawn.

No one disturbed him.

"I really hope he gets better soon." Harry thought silently.

Suddenly the silence around him was broken by a strange rustling sound, which sounded like the friction between branches. Harry thought it was more likely to be caused by animals rather than people, but he still clenched his wand and prepared it because of digestion. His stomach, already upset from the lack of function due to the failure to stew the mushrooms, was now twisting together even more uncomfortably.

Harry stared at the dark night sky. In a daze, Harry felt as if he was back in Hogwarts.

At Hogwarts, Harry was truly exposed to the outside world.

There’s no starry sky to speak of in the cupboard under the stairs.

but……

Harry hesitated slightly. Inexplicably, he thought of Dumbledore again. The starry sky that night was also very bright, so bright that it made people feel cold...

Inexplicably, the scar began to sting again. He was afraid that it was because of these thoughts that he was hurting, so Harry tried to direct his thoughts to other aspects. He thought of poor Kreacher, who was looking forward to their return home. But I was looking forward to Alex.

So, will the elf remain silent? Or would he tell the Death Eaters everything he knew?

Harry would rather believe that Kreacher had been on his side in the past and that it would be loyal to him now, but who knew what else would happen? What if the Death Eaters tortured the elf? Some unpleasant images came to Harry's mind, and he tried to put them away, because there was nothing he could do to help Kreacher now: he and Hermione had decided not to try to summon it, otherwise if the Ministry of Magic What should I do if someone comes with me?

After Hermione took Alex to Grimmauld Place under the leadership of Hermione, they could not expect that the elf's Apparition would not have the same flaws.

Harry's scar was burning at the moment, and he thought of too many things they didn't know: Fanlin's ideas about magic were something he had never thought of, and Harry had almost all experienced things that many people in the Order of the Phoenix had experienced. Never experienced it.

Just like Dumbledore, Harry didn't think Dumbledore knew anything, but...why didn't Dumbledore explain more in the past? Does he think he still has time? Think he could live for years, or centuries, like his friend Nicolas Flamel? If so, then he was wrong...Snape guaranteed it...Snape, the sleeping snake, launched his assault on top of the tower...Dumbledore was falling...falling...

"Give it to me, Grigovitch."

Harry's voice was sharp, clear and cold. His wand was held in front of him by a slender pale hand. The man pointed at by the wand was hanging upside down in the air, but he was not tied. He was shaking, being invisible. Eerily restrained in the air, his limbs clinging tightly to his body, his hideous face on the same level as Harry's flushed with the rush of blood, he had pure white hair and a handful of thick bush Bush-like beard: like a tied Santa Claus hanging in the air.

"I don't have it. It's no longer with me! It was... stolen from me many years ago!"

"Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, Grigovitch, he knows...he knows everything!" The hung man's pupils dilated due to fear, and they seemed to expand bigger and bigger, until the black pupils covered him. Lee is completely submerged...

Then Harry followed the footsteps of squat Gregor, who carried a lantern, along a dark corridor.

Grigovitch suddenly burst into the last room of the corridor. His lantern illuminated the room that looked like a workshop. The wood chips and gold shimmered in the rippling light. On the windowsill on one side sat a golden man. The young man with yellow hair looked like a huge bird. For a moment, the light illuminated him. Harry saw that his handsome face was full of excitement. The intruder cast a stun spell on him and jumped out quickly with laughter. window.

Harry withdrew from the pair of dilated, tunnel-like pupils again, and Grigovitch's face was filled with fear.

"Who stole it? Grigovitch." The harsh and cold voice sounded again. "I don't know, I never knew, a young man... no... please... please!"

A scream echoed, and then a green light flashed... (To be continued)