Chapter 1,270

"Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes suddenly and gasped, his forehead hurting as if it was on fire.

He had just passed out and leaned against the side of the tent, tilting the canvas and he found himself slipping to the ground.

Harry looked up at Hermione, whose thick hair obscured the small patch of sky that could be seen through the thick branches above them.

However, Hermione's gaze made him feel guilty.

"I had a dream." Harry said, sitting up quickly and innocently trying to look into Hermione's angry eyes, "I must have dozed off, I'm sorry."

"Don't change the subject, Harry! I know it's your scar! I can tell by the look on your face! You invaded Vol..."

"Don't say that name!" Ron's angry voice came from the tent.

"Okay," Hermione replied impatiently, "You-Know-Who's brain, okay?"

"I didn't mean for it to happen!" said Harry. "It was a dream! Can you control your dreams, Hermione?"

"If you learned Occlumency..."

But Harry wasn't interested in her scolding, he wanted to talk about what he had just seen.

"He found Gregorovitch, Hermione, and I think he killed him, but before that, he invaded Gregorovitch's brain, and I saw it..."

"I think we'd better switch shifts, if you're tired and want to sleep," Hermione said coldly.

"I can continue on duty!" Harry said with some dissatisfaction, but in Hermione's eyes, this was no different from quibbles.

"No, obviously you are too tired. Go and lie down with Fanlin for a while." She stubbornly sat down at the entrance of the tent. Although Harry was angry, he didn't want to quarrel with her, so he leaned into the tent.

Ron's still pale face poked out from the lower bunk, while Fan Lin was asleep in the room next door, and his even breathing could be heard.

Harry really wanted to tell Fanlin about what had just happened, about his dream or something else, but now it seemed that this had to be postponed to the next day.

Harry climbed onto the upper bunk and lay down, staring at the dark canvas top. After a while, Ron said in a voice so low that Hermione, who was sitting curled up at the door, could not hear: "What did the mysterious man do?" ?”

Harry narrowed his eyes and tried to remember every detail, then whispered into the darkness: "He found Grigovitch, he tied him up, he tortured him."

"Tie up Grigovitch? How can he make him a new wand?"

"I don't know...it's weird, isn't it?" Harry closed his eyes and recalled everything he saw and heard. The more he recalled, the less sense it made... Voldemort didn't say anything about Harry's wand, about Harry's wand. The same phoenix tail feathers, about having Grigovitch create a new, more powerful wand to defeat Harry.

Maybe he wanted something else, but Gregorovitch was a master wandmaker, and finding a wandmaker... I mean, a master wandmaker. Apart from the wand problem, Harry couldn't think of anything else. a possibility.

"What did he want from Grigovitch," Harry said, eyes still closed. "He asked him to hand it over, but Grigovitch said it had been stolen... and then... …Then……"

He recalled that he was Voldemort, as if it had entered through Grigovitch's eyes and invaded his memory...

Legilimency?

This was the first way Harry thought of, but obviously Voldemort was more destructive.

"He saw Grigovitch's memory. I saw a young man sitting on the window sill. Then he fired a spell at Grigovitch and jumped out of the window and escaped. He stole it. The mysterious man thought I want something. I...I think I've seen him somewhere before..."

Harry wished he had had one more look at the laughing boy's face; it had been many years, according to Grigovitch. But why does this young thief look familiar?

The sounds from the surrounding woods were inaudible in the tent, and all Harry could hear was Fanlin's careful breathing.

After a while, Ron whispered, "Don't you see what the thief is holding?"

"No, but...that thing must be very small."

"Harry?" Ron lay down on the bed again, and the bed squeaked. "Harry, don't you think You-Know-Who wants that thing to turn it into a Horcrux?"

"I don't know," Harry said slowly, "Maybe, but wouldn't it be dangerous for him to create another Horcrux? But didn't Fanlin say that he had split his soul to the limit? "

"Yes...but maybe he doesn't know it himself." Ron said.

"Yeah... maybe," Harry said.

He had determined that Voldemort had found a solution to the wand core problem on the same phoenix, and was sure that Voldemort had found a solution from the elder wand merchant... but he still killed him, apparently without asking him about it. That problem with the wand.

What was Voldemort trying to find?

The Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world were both under his control, so why did he still work hard for a long time to find something that Grigovitch once owned, but was stolen by an unknown thief?

Harry could still think of the blond young man's face, full of excitement and uninhibitedness, with a Fred and George vibe about him after a successful prank. He jumped out from the high ledge like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where...

Due to Grigovitch's death, the happy thief was also in danger. Harry was thinking about his problem. He fell into deep thought. When Ron's rumbling snoring came from the lower bunk, he himself once again Slowly fall into sleep.

The dream is still the same as before.

Inexplicably, the scene Harry saw before kept repeating in his mind, like a movie or comic book.

Suddenly, Harry thought of Dumbledore again. The cracked skin and the faint blue light were exposed through the skin, as if he could not suppress the magic power.

What did Dumbledore do?

Horcrux? Or something else...

Early the next morning, after a long night's rest, Fan Lin had almost recovered. The magic power of the magic stone slowly restored Fan Lin's magic power through the connection.

This always gives Fanlin the illusion that he is an alchemical product.

Runes, spells, and then there was the supply of magic stones, and even the body was transformed.

Maybe the original wizards came here like this?

I have to admit that the powerful restorative power of Phoenix's tears made Fan Lin feel alive again.

But when he touched his pocket, a cold ball greatly stimulated Fanlin's senses, Mad Eye Moody's magic eye.

When Fang Fanlin took out the magic eye, the four of them fell into silence in unison.

Mad-Eye Moody has no choice but to come back. His magic eye appears at Umbridge's door, which breaks everyone's illusions about Moody.

After going out, Fanlin found an ancient tree in the forest that had the most branches and seemed quite flexible.

He buried Mad-Eye Moody's evil eye in its shade. He made a cross with his wand on the bark of the tree as a mark.

It wasn't very big, but Fanlin thought Mad-Eye would prefer it that way to being tied to Umbridge's door.

Then, the four people began to mourn for Moody, but this did not last long. They had more serious problems to solve, such as Shun, where should they go next.

After soliciting everyone's advice, Harry, Fanlin and Hermione all agreed that it was best not to stay in one place for too long. Ron also thought so, but his only requirement was that the place he went to should be the best place to go. There are corned beef sandwiches.

It must be admitted that what Ron said is very important. It is impossible for them to live like primitive people.

So Fanlin and Hermione began to remove all the things the girl had used magic to create nearby, and Harry and Ron cleared all the magic marks and traces that could show that they had camped here.

Then, led by Hermione, they apparated together to the outskirts of a small town.

Once they got there, they pitched their tent in a hidden spot in a small bush and cast defensive magic around it. Harry takes risks hiding under the invisibility cloak and goes out in search of food, but things often don't go as planned.

Just as he entered the town, an unnaturally cold wind hit him, mist condensed, and the sky above him suddenly darkened, making him even colder.

"You can summon a Patronus!" Ron retorted, as Harry walked back to the tent and with one hand free, out of breath, mouthed one word: Dementors.

"I can't...summon..." he gasped, grabbing the edge of the tent, "I can't...summon..."

Their shocked and disappointed expressions made Harry feel guilty. It was an unpleasant experience. Seeing the dementors gliding exactly towards him from a distance away, the suffocating cold paralyzed his entire body. The screams hammered at his eardrums, leaving him unable to protect himself.

It took all of Harry's willpower to force himself to run away, leaving the Dementor slithering blindly among the Muggles. Muggles cannot see dementors, but they can feel the aura of despair wherever they go.

"So we still haven't found any food."

"Shut up, Ron." Fan Lin frowned and interrupted him, "Harry, what happened? Why do you think you can't summon the Patronus? Yesterday you could summon the Patronus perfectly!"

"I don't know." He sat quietly in one of old Perkin's old armchairs, feeling even more humiliated than then. He felt something was wrong in his mind. Yesterday seems like a long time ago: today I'm back to that thirteen-year-old me, the only one on the Hogwarts Express to face a dementor meltdown. Ron kicked a chair leg off. "What!" he yelled at Hermione: "I'm going to starve to death! All I've eaten since the last time I bled to death is a few mushrooms!"

"But you can walk over and walk right through the dementors."

Like being stabbed, Harry said fiercely. "I would, but I still have a bandage on my arm, unless you haven't noticed."

"That's easy to notice."

"Then that means..."

"certainly!"

"Okay, stop!" Fan Lin said, "Our quarrel is meaningless at all. In other words, dementors are surrounding this place?"

"Yes, there are too many of them in that town." Harry knocked on his head. He didn't understand why he suddenly...

"Perhaps Voldemort has influenced you," Fan Lin said, "Every time a connection is established, one party must be suppressed."

"Empty your mind, Harry, and try to give yourself some strength." Fan Lin said. In fact, he originally planned to do it, but the actual situation seems that a wizard who has not fully recovered can easily have some surprises. Other problems, such as being unable to control magic at critical moments?

"Okay, but let's go find food somewhere else." Hermione said, glancing at Harry secretly, "We can't always stay where the dementors are wandering around."

They ended up spending the night in a field on a remote farm, where they got eggs and bread. "That's not stealing, is it?" Hermione asked timidly as they devoured scrambled eggs and toast.

"Should I put some money under the squealing chicken?" Ron said, rolling his eyes and bulging his cheeks.

"Oh, my Hermione, don't worry about so many things. Relax!" Fan Lin said, "This is just some kind assistance. If you mind, I think we can come back to compensate them after everything is resolved."

And... it's true... after they've had a comfortable meal, it's easy to relax. On this night, the debate about the Dementors was also forgotten in the laughter.

And there seems to be some hope for the future.

At least, it is clear that they need to find the remaining two Horcruxes, as well as the props to destroy the Horcruxes.

The Sword of Gryffindor disappeared. Fanlin once tried to pull it out from the hat, but it was not as easy as he imagined.

Fox has also lost contact, and the little Phoenix seems to have found a distant residence that Fanlin can't sense now.

However, Harry seemed very optimistic and full of hope. He took on the role of the first person on duty in three rounds of night shifts. This was the first time they realized the fact that a full stomach brings good spirits, while an empty stomach represents arguments and sorrow.

Harry was not surprised by this, as he had nearly starved to death at the Dursleys' house.

Hermione had survived those nights quite well, and they had gained no food in their search except berries and expired biscuits. Her temper may be a little better than usual, and she's often silent.

Fan Lin was the same as before, staring blankly at the parchment rolled from Alex's place, but it was certain that Fan Lin would not be the first to collapse before Hermione said anything.

However, Ron was accustomed to three delicious meals a day from his kind mother or the house elves at Hogwarts, and hunger made him unreasonable and irritable.

"Where should we go next?" Ron kept repeating this sentence. It seemed that he had no idea. He just hoped that Fanlin or Harry would come up with a plan, while he sat there thinking about the shortage of food.

Over the next few days, their conversations became more and more repetitive because they didn't get any new information.

Naturally, the content of the conversation will not bypass the important prop of the Horcrux.

In addition to what Fan Lin knew, there was also an unknown Horcrux that put Fan Lin in a bit of trouble.

Maybe it was made before, maybe after.

However, the latter is more likely, but it will also become very troublesome.

Nagini was the first choice, but Fanlin had already dealt with the big snake.

Things seemed to have reached a deadlock, and Fan Lin had no way to explain to Harry.

Naturally, Fan Lin had no intention of interrupting Hermione and Harry, and the two of them seemed very enthusiastic.

As Dumbledore told them, they firmly believed that Voldemort would hide his Horcruxes in a place that was very important to him.

They kept listing, over and over dully, the places they knew Voldemort had lived or visited.

The orphanage, where he was born and raised; Hogwarts, where he attended school; Borgin-Bock, where he worked after graduation; and then Albania, where he spent his exile. A few years: these formed the basis of their speculations.

"Come on, let's go to Albania. It won't take an afternoon to search the entire country." Ron said sarcastically. (To be continued)