Chapter 1279

"Harry, it's okay, wake up, wake up quickly!"

In the blur, Fan Lin's voice rang in Harry's ears, which gave Harry's brain a brief moment of clarity. Like a force, Harry struggled hard and let out a burst of pain. Moans.

He is Harry...Harry, not Voldemort...

Harry's mind kept repeating, the black mist, the blood-red python, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes...

"I...I'm not..."

As if waking up from a nightmare, Harry sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and the air was sucked into his chest, which felt like a needle prick.

"Harry," Fan Lin's face was very pale. He looked at Harry with concern. In fact, he was stronger than Harry. Fan Lin's body was stronger. Nagini did not make him like Harry. Break a few bones.

But it wasn't much better. There was no way to avoid bone fractures, and the internal bleeding caused by the violent shock also brought a lot of trouble to Fanlin.

"Are you feeling... okay?" Hermione walked up and asked with concern.

"Yes," Harry was startled by his own voice, "I feel... okay..."

Now the three of them were back in the tent, Harry lying on the bottom bunk with a pile of blankets covering him.

Fan Lin was sitting next to him, and the blood stains at the corners of Fan Lin's mouth had been cleaned up. However, the bandage tightly wrapped around Fan Lin's upper body startled Harry, because Harry noticed that the left side of Fan Lin's lower abdomen was bright red.

Suddenly, Harry remembered.

That snake...it was attacking him, and then Fan Lin rushed up to stop it, but was pulled out by the snake's tail, and a wooden thorn penetrated...

"How are you..." Harry nervously tried to sit up, but the intense pain that followed made Harry realize the reality.

Both of them...are pretty much miserable, right?

"Oh, don't worry about me..." Fan Lin said with difficulty. The feeling of being knocked unconscious by Nagini's body was not good. Even with the support of bones, Fan Lin felt that his chest was still a little collapsed. look.

Hermione choked softly, as if afraid of disturbing the two of them.

Harry judged from the silence around him and from the light coming from the top of the canvas tent that it was almost dawn. He was covered in sweat, even on his sheets and blankets.

"We escaped."

"Yes," Fanlin said. "Hermione used the hovering charm to put you on the bed. Sorry, I couldn't pick you up because that's how Hermione got me in... You fell into a coma as soon as you came back. I put the potion It's powerful, but I'm not sure of the effect. Hermione just helped you briefly treat the wound..."

Only then did Harry notice that his body was also covered with white bandages, like a corset, which made Harry somewhat breathless.

"Stop talking," Hermione wiped away her tears and walked up, holding a blood-stained sponge in her hand. Apparently, Hermione was helping him deal with the blood on his body just now.

"You were sick just now," Hermione said, lowering her head. "Very sick."

"When did we get out of there?"

"A few hours ago, it's almost morning now." Fan Lin said, "He didn't catch up..."

"Did you see him too?"

"No," Fan Lin said, "but the magic will not be fake. That is the magic he left behind."

"Okay... was I... delirious just now?" Harry tried to ask.

"Not exactly," Hermione said with difficulty, "You've been yelling or moaning or..."

Hermione's tone of voice made Harry feel very uneasy.

What did he just do? Screaming incantations like Voldemort or wailing like a baby in a stroller?

"Sorry, Harry..." Fan Lin twitched the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a somewhat forced smile, "You know, your mood is very unstable. I'm afraid that he might follow your thoughts, so I have to I won’t wake you up.”

"I should thank you, Fanlin..." Harry said, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

"So, what did you see?"

"That valley... he..." Harry stopped here, but from the expression on Harry's face, Fan Lin could probably tell what Harry had seen.

That was the night the Potters were killed, and this should still be Voldemort's first point of view.

"I'm sorry, I don't really want to..."

"It's okay, Harry...you don't have to apologize to me..."

"But, this is indeed my fault. We shouldn't have gone to Godric's Valley. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Fan Lin, Hermione... I... I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault! I wanted to go too. I really thought Dumbledore had put the sword there for you." Hermione said quickly.

"Yeah, um...we got it wrong, didn't we?"

"Harry, what happened? What happened after you two went up the stairs? Was the snake hiding somewhere? Did it come out right away, bite her to death and then attack you?"

"Bathida is the snake...or the snake is her...it's the same." Fan Lin said helplessly. In fact, it didn't take long for him to wake up completely. The injury made Fan Lin's spirit become... He was in a trance and couldn't even perform magic.

"Wha...what?" Hermione said in disbelief.

Harry closed his eyes somewhat.

He could still smell Bathilda's house on himself now, which made the whole thing eerily clear.

"Bathilda must have been dead for a while. The snake is... inside her body. The mysterious man put it in Godric's Valley waiting for us, Fanlin... you are right, he knew I would go back ”

"The snake is inside her?"

Harry opened his eyes again and Hermione looked disgusted and disgusted.

"There is magic in this world that we can't imagine." Fan Lin said, "Moreover, the snake was perfectly hidden, just like a living person. Perhaps Voldemort used some magic to draw it from the past time. Pull out Nagini and use Bathilda's flesh and blood to regenerate..."

This gave Harry a chill as he remembered snakes coming out of his body, but Hermione didn't need to know in such detail.

"Yes, she transformed, turned into a snake, and then attacked us." He lowered his head and looked at the wound, "Fan Lin wanted to stop it, but it was surprisingly powerful. Fortunately, it was not meant to kill We just held back and waited for the mysterious man to arrive."

Harry's head began to swell and hurt, and the bad feeling became more and more profound. Sometimes Harry couldn't even tell who he was, Harry Potter...or Voldemort?

"So, that's Nagini?"

"I'm sure." Fan Lin said, "Apart from Nagini, I can't think of anything else that would be worthy of Voldemort using that magic."

"But... wasn't it killed by you? As you said, use the Calendar Fire Curse... Under the Calendar Fire Curse, it should have no bones left."

"So, this is where I have a headache," Fan Lin said bitterly, "Voldemort has completed his successful experiment..."

"experiment?"

"That's right." Fan Lin nodded, and Harry noticed the parchment in Fan Lin's hand.

"That's it... what Voldemort did in the Ministry of Magic. Although I haven't fully understood it yet, but generally, I already understand..." Fan Lin said, "Now, Voldemort has the ability to plunder lives from the past. Ability, this may require some media, because this magic is derived from the resurrection of bones, but Voldemort is still alive, and Nagini is his carrier in Albania, so this is not difficult to do. "

"Resurrection?" Harry opened his mouth wide, "But...this...why?"

"Maybe it's just an experiment." Fan Lin said, "Nagini is not the end. He may want something else."

"Death..." Hermione quickly covered her mouth. It was difficult for Hermione to accept the power of this magic.

No wizard has ever done it. Even if it is a simple creature, the wizard may be able to transform it into something like the undead, but it has never been said that it can make any creature completely alive, especially never. to some changes.

This is beyond the scope of magic, just like you can never conjure anything with bare hands, because it is unreasonable in itself, no matter in terms of space or time, and it also involves life.

"What do you want to say, Hermione?"

"I mean...it's only God...I mean..." Hermione was a little incoherent, "This is so crazy, I can't imagine it."

"So..." Harry hesitated, "I talked with Dumbledore, you know Fanlin, we initially speculated that Nagini might be Voldemort's Horcrux, but it was killed by you..."

"What do you want to say?"

"Now he's alive..." Harry recalled the blood-red figure and the thick snake tail...

"Do you think Voldemort will turn Nagini into a Horcrux?"

"I don't know, at least, not now." Fan Lin said, "However, I think it is very possible. After all, Nagini is of great significance to Voldemort, and it is a sign that he has completely surrendered to death..."

"So, now we have seven Horcruxes?" Harry asked.

Fan Lin was stunned for a moment, "What do you know, Harry?"

"I just think that Nagini should be a Horcrux, plus Hufflepuff's golden cup, and another unknown thing..."

"Unknown?"

"Yes, I may have felt it..." Harry said, "In a cave, different from the place where Regulus was buried, I mean, for a moment, I appeared there, but it was very I will be expelled soon, I promise, I was not in the identity of Voldemort at that time."

"That's eight...I mean, seven Horcruxes?" Fan Lin curled his lips and wanted to smile, but the pain caused by the wound made his face paler.

"How are you?"

"It's okay, I drank the magic potion." Fan Lin said.

"Oh, you should rest..." Harry felt the slightest warmth in his body, and his bones were all restored by Hermione.

Now that the effects of the medicine had worn off, Harry felt he could feel better. He struggled to sit up.

"Oh, Harry, don't move, you need to rest!"

"You are the one who needs a rest. No offense, but you and Fanlin both look bad. I'm fine now. I'm on duty. Where's my wand?"

Hermione didn't answer, just looked at him, which surprised Harry.

"Where's my wand, Hermione?"

She bit her lip and her eyes filled with tears.

"Harry..."

"Where's my wand?"

She groped around the bed and handed him the wand. The holly phoenix hair wand was almost broken into two pieces. A fragile phoenix tail feather connected the two pieces, and the wood between the two pieces had already completely cracked.

Harry held it in his hand and felt that it seemed to be a seriously injured creature. He couldn't think normally, everything was blurred by panic and fear.

He handed the wand to Hermione: "Please help me fix it."

"Harry, I think, when it's broken like this..."

"Please fix it, Hermione, try it!"

"Restore... restore it to its original state!" The half of the wand was still dangling.

Harry raised the "Lumos!" The wand weakly emitted a little spark, and then went out.

Harry pointed it at Hermione. "Expelliarmus!" Hermione's wand moved a little, but did not fall out of her hand. These slight magics were beyond the ability of Harry's wand, and it broke into two pieces again.

He stared, petrified, unable to believe what he saw... this wand that had survived so many disasters...

"Harry," Hermione said so quietly that Harry could hardly hear her, "I'm so, so sorry. I think it was me. When we were leaving, you know, the snakes were chasing us, so I cast an Exploding Charm and it bounced everywhere, and I thought it must... must have hit..."

"It was an accident," Harry said, his head hanging. He felt as if he had been completely hollowed out and almost fainted.

"We'll...we'll find a way to fix it..."

"Harry, I don't think we can," Hermione said, tears streaming down her face. "Remember...remember Ron? He broke his wand when he crashed his car, and it couldn't be fixed anymore, so he had to buy another one."

Harry thought of Ollivander, who was being held hostage by Voldemort, and Gregorovitch, who was dead now, how could he find a new wand?

"You can use my wand temporarily..." Fanlin said awkwardly, "Although this may not be very useful, you can use it for self-defense temporarily. It is the one Dumbledore gave me. It is also holly wood, but it is made of dragon nerves, which is harder 9.5 inches..."

"Oh, okay..." Harry answered mechanically and took the wand.

"Relax Harry, my wand has broken before." Fanlin said, "If conditions permit, we can make another one, like the one I use now, a wand made of alchemy. You know, I am a student of Nicolas Flamel."

Harry's eyes lit up, it seemed...

"Good!" Harry said, trying to cheer himself up, "Now Voldemort doesn't have to consider the effect of the twin wands."

"Anyway, he doesn't have his own wand, because he can't use his own wand against you. This is good news Harry, maybe you can catch him by surprise..." (To be continued)