Chapter 1273

Ron left very cleanly.

The rain outside the tent had not stopped yet. The rain mixed with the mud wiped out all traces of Ron. If it weren't for the messy bed showing that someone had lived here before, no one would have thought...

"Don't go, he left..." Fanlin shook his head and stopped Hermione's impulse to rush out.

Harry stood there without saying a word.

"How... could it be like this..." Hermione sobbed, covering her face with her hands, and tears wet the back of her hands through her fingers.

"I'll go clean up and add some spells..." Harry said silently, turning his head and rushing into the rainy night.

The light in the dark hit the top of the tent like lightning.

Maybe there are still fantasies in my heart, but it is true that not everyone is suitable.

Compared to them, Ron cares more about the safety of these people.

Human feelings?

Inexplicably, Fanlin felt a little absurd, and all the happiness and unhappiness became calm at this moment.

Ron's misfortune made the team that had just left for the harvest silent again, although this seemed inevitable to Fan Lin. The three of them seemed to be unable to reflect Ron's value at all.

But no matter what, friends, after all, there is no way to give up.

This incident was the biggest blow to Harry.

When Harry woke up the next day, it took him several seconds to recall what happened.

In fact, Harry naively hoped that it was just a dream. He hoped that Ron was still there and he had not left.

However, when he turned his head on the pillow, he could see Ron's abandoned bed, which was like a dead body on the road, attracting his attention.

Harry jumped off his bed and tried not to look at Ron's bed.

Hermione was busy in the kitchen. When Harry walked over, she whispered good morning and quickly turned her face away.

Hermione cried last night, and her eyes were still a little red and swollen.

Fan Lin was still repeatedly pondering his magic. Everyone was still the same, never slacking off in practice, but just becoming more silent.

Surprisingly, Harry sat down next to Fan Lin, feeling Fan Lin's cold magic, which seemed to make him more sober.

Fan Lin opened his eyes and looked at Harry who was in a daze next to him.

"If you don't mind, I think you should try this." Fan Lin handed over a crystal ball, which was full of disordered light spots, which made people feel irritated.

"How to do it?"

"Control them, the way you want." Fan Lin said, and then got up and went to the kitchen to help.

"He's gone," Harry said to himself, and then tried to practice according to Fan Lin's words, but Harry's spirit did not guide these light spots to the track. Instead, it was like a stream of water that dispersed them, and then quickly returned to their original state.

Harry tried again and again, and in the end, he had to recognize one thing, his current spirit was simply a mess.

"He's gone!" When Harry washed and dressed, he couldn't help thinking about it again and again, as if repeating this could reduce the impact of this incident on him.

Ron had left, and that was the truth. Moreover, Fanlin also felt that if Ron left, he could only meet him at the Burrow or Hogwarts if he wanted to come back.

The three of them finished their breakfast in silence, because if Ron left, the Ministry of Magic's surveillance would easily come to their door. Even if Harry replenished his magic, they still didn't want to trouble themselves.

Who knows what will happen?

They sorted their things, and Harry seemed absent-minded.

Fanlin knew why Harry would delay on the river bank; several times he found Harry eagerly looking for him, perhaps to give himself some hope?

However, the red-haired figure did not appear in the woods, just like last night, nothing could be seen except the trees washed by rain.

This made Harry a little annoyed again.

Another small ball of anger exploded in his heart, and Harry could even hear Ron saying, "We thought you knew what you did!"

With this heavy knot in his heart, Harry began to pack up again.

The water level of the muddy river next to them was rising rapidly, and it was about to cross the river bank where they were. They stayed several hours longer than usual.

Even Vanlin himself couldn't help but use magic to sense, maybe the familiar feeling would come back in the next second.

But in the end, after Hermione rechecked her handbag for the third time, everyone gave up the idea.

They didn't have time to delay any longer, the Death Eaters were much more sensitive than they thought.

After hesitating for a while, Vanlin put away the light-off device that Dumbledore left for Ron and put it in the storage space. Maybe he should let Ginny return it to Ron, or...

Ron gave up...

Without hesitation, Vanlin, who had recovered, pulled Hermione and Harry and immediately Apparated. Without a destination, they appeared abruptly on a hillside covered with heather in the wind and rain.

As soon as they got there, Hermione's knees couldn't help but go limp, as if she had lost her strength, sitting on a big rock, her face pressed against her knees, shaking constantly.

Fanlin squatted down, one of his hands was tightly held by Hermione, while the other hand gently helped the girl comb her long hair.

The four of them spent six years together, no matter fooling around or fooling around.

Aside from the ignorant years of childhood, it seems that the most meaningful time is the time they spent together.

Facing Voldemort, or...

Harry looked at Hermione in silence.

Harry thought he should comfort her, but something seemed to force him to stay where he was.

Harry felt cold and nervous: he saw the contemptuous expression on Ron's face again.

Harry strode in the heather, circling around the heartbroken Hermione, chanting the spell she often used to keep them safe.

They didn't discuss Ron in the next few days.

It was like a tacit understanding between the three of them, communicating and eating normally, but no one mentioned Weasley, red hair, or Ron again.

Vanlin kept hesitating, he wanted to see Dumbledore, but it was like being abandoned, they were forgotten in the corner.

Losing contact with the Order of the Phoenix felt like being off track with the world, and thinking about what was about to happen was like a mountain, pressing down on Vanlin.

They seemed to have lost their smiles, and everyone was trying to get out of this predicament in their own way.

Vanlin kept experimenting with magic, but it was like a bottleneck, holding Vanlin firmly there.

Vanlin began to help Hermione and Harry practice, just like when they were at Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't hit the spirit at all.

Ron's departure was like a nightmare that entangled Harry tightly. He began to dream about Hogwarts, so that Harry didn't dare to sleep at night.

In those days, Harry began to take out the Marauder's Map and searched by the light of the wand. He waited for the moment when the dot representing Ron appeared in the corridor of Hogwarts to prove that he had returned to the comfortable castle and was protected by his pure-blood identity.

However, Ron did not appear on the map. Soon after, Harry suddenly woke up and found himself staring at Ginny's name in the girls' dormitory. He was worried that his persistent gaze would disturb her sleep, so that she might feel that he was thinking about her and hoped that everything was okay.

During the day, they spared no effort to try to determine where the Sword of Gryffindor might exist, but the more they discussed where Dumbledore might hide it, the more desperate and far-fetched they felt.

For the first time, Vanlin felt the feeling of losing control, just like what he was doing now. He wanted to ask for clarification, but he tried all methods, and the Sword of Gryffindor did not respond to him at all.

And Harry racked his brains and couldn't remember where Dumbledore had mentioned that he might hide something.

Sometimes he didn't know whether he was angry with Ron or Dumbledore.

We thought you knew what you did... We thought Dumbledore told you what to do... We thought you had a real plan!

Harry couldn't deny: Ron was right.

Dumbledore actually left him nothing.

It was confirmed long ago that they knew a Horcrux, but up to now, there was no clue about the whereabouts of that Horcrux.

Vanlin couldn't tell the location of the golden cup. This was his biggest secret. He had done enough. Facing Voldemort, more depended on Harry himself.

But what would he face?

Vanlin sometimes wanted to leave here, go to the North Pole, go to Hogwarts, go to Greece, go to Egypt...

However, imagination alone could not solve any problems. All he could do was to take it step by step, according to the plan, solve the remaining known Horcrux, and then...

Vanlin needed Bellatrix's key, or he should consider going to Malfoy's manor.

However, it was certain that the long time had made Harry start to waver. He imagined that he would consider accepting the advice of his friends and let them accompany him on this tortuous and meaningless journey.

What on earth was he doing?

Harry kept repeating this question for an unknown period of time.

They spent many nights in near silence.

Hermione took out the portrait of Phoenix and leaned against a chair, as if it could fill the void left by Ron's departure.

Although Phoenix had previously asserted that he would not visit them again, Phoenix seemed unable to resist the opportunity to learn more about what they were going to do.

He allowed himself to appear invisible, and he did so for the past few days.

Vanlin felt a little funny, this is magic, isn't it, those who have passed away appear vividly in front of them, and even play some tricks.

And Harry was very happy to see him, because someone came to keep them company, although this company was a constant sneer at them.

They needed to know what was happening in Hogwarts, although in Harry's eyes Phoenix was not an ideal source of information.

Ever since Snape became the first Slytherin headmaster to control the school, Phoenix has always admired him.

So they had to be careful not to criticize or mention issues related to Snape, otherwise Phoenix would immediately leave his painting.

Stubborn old man.

Suddenly, this reminded Vanlin of Dumbledore, at least, not a few years ago.

Nevertheless, Phoenix still left a credible detail: Snape seemed to be forced to face the continuous low-level rebellion launched by core students.

This must have been a boring thing for Snape, and perhaps the professor would complain about these troublesome children.

In a more direct response, Ginny was banned from Hogsmeade, and he also restored Umbridge's terrible old decrees, prohibiting three or more students from gathering together and prohibiting informal student clubs.

From all these things, Vanlin deduced that Ginny, Neville and Luna were doing their best to continue the activities of Dumbledore's Army.

Of course, Vanlin was not the only one who realized that Harry became more sensitive than anyone else on the issue of Ginny.

This insufficient news made him eager to see Ginny, and this feeling made Harry constantly feel his nerves twitching, and the strong feeling almost burst out of Harry's chest.

But it also made Harry think of Ron and Dumbledore and Hogwarts itself again, almost like missing his former girlfriend. In fact, when Phineas talked about Snape's oppression, Harry imagined that he could return to school to join the action to disrupt Snape's regime, which made him excited: there was food and drink, soft beds, and everyone else was under supervision.

At the moment, these seemed the most amazing expectations in the world. However, Harry then remembered that he was the most unpopular person, and so was Vanlin.

Harry's head was now worth a million Galleons, Vanlin's was worth half a million, and it was now as dangerous to enter Hogwarts as to enter the Ministry of Magic.

Indeed, Phoenix often emphasized casually.

In fact, he was too lazy to ask questions about Harry and Hermione's whereabouts. Whenever he did so, Hermione pushed him back into the beaded bag, and Phoenix refused to show up again for a few days after this casual way of saying goodbye.

The weather was getting colder and colder.

They dared not stay in any place for long, and even the frost-covered southern England became the place that they worried most. They continued to move around the country, they braved the mountains where the tent was covered with ice and snow; they braved the endless swamps where the tent was buried by the cold flood; on an island in a Scottish lake, blizzards covered most of the tent at night.

On the night when the glittering Christmas tree could be seen through the windows of many houses, Harry decided to make another suggestion: he felt that there was only one uninvestigated path left.

After a brief exchange with Fan Lin, Harry won Fan Lin's support, which made Harry feel relieved.

In fact, only Hermione might disagree.

This has to be admitted to be a headache.

"So, you are not going to do something?" Harry muttered quietly beside Fan Lin.

"Your crystal ball is messed up." Fan Lin glanced at Harry, "I think you should..."

"Oh, don't worry about it, that's your girlfriend."

"She is also your friend." Fan Lin calmly watched Hermione walk out of the house.

"I'll be back soon!"

Immediately, the two put on smiles.

Hermione went out, wearing an invisibility cloak.

"So, you are going to go?"

"I have to go, I think I can find something there." Harry said affirmatively.

"I don't object, of course, Hermione, you have to convince yourself." (To be continued)