Chapter 1282

The night was already very late, and Harry suddenly stood up from time to time to keep himself awake. In fact, Harry's neck hurt a little because he fell asleep several times and his head kept falling toward the tent at a very uncomfortable angle. side.

There was no sound in the tent, maybe Hermione had fallen asleep. As for Fan Lin, Harry didn't know what Fan Lin could do, but he should be the one to protect the three of them now, right?

The night turned velvety black, and Harry felt as if he was floating between apparitions and appearances. He raised his hands in front of him, trying to see if he could still see his fingers clearly. At this moment, there was a strong silver light. Suddenly it passed through the trees and appeared in front of him. No matter what the light source was, it came silently, as if it was coming towards him.

Harry was startled, and he almost screamed, but Harry's voice was frozen in his throat. Perhaps his half-asleep state affected his judgment, but maybe he could solve it by himself, right?

Harry picked up Fanlin's old wand.

Now, the light became more dazzling. He squinted his eyes and saw the outline of the trees clearly illuminated. The thing was getting closer...

...Then, the light source came out from behind an oak tree, a silver-white doe, as silver-white as moonlight, dazzling. She walked toward him quietly, leaving no traces on the snow. Her graceful head and neck were held high, her eyes were big, and her eyelashes were long.

Harry stared at her, full of confusion, not because of the strangeness, but because of the indescribable familiarity. He felt that he had been waiting for her arrival, but he had forgotten it, and he did not recall it until this moment, when they met.

The urge to wake up Hermione and Fanlin just now is gone. He understood that he had to stake his life on this. She came for him, just for him alone.

They stared at each other for a long moment, then the doe turned and walked away.

"Don't leave," Harry shouted anxiously, but his hoarse voice was of no use at all, "Come back!"

She seemed to continue walking forward deliberately, through the forest, and the light behind the trees quickly became dimmer than before.

Harry hesitated shakily.

His nerves that had been tense for a long time told him that this was a scam, a temptation, and a trap, but his instinct, his irrepressible instinct, told him that this was not black magic.

The light gave him a warm feeling, like the illusion of falling into a hot spring, making Harry's body so stiff that he even regained a little vitality.

Of course, it cannot be denied that this may be an illusion or an illusion, but it has the same aura as Harry.

So Harry sets off to catch up.

The snow chirped beneath Harry's feet, but the doe made no sound as she passed through the jungle, for she was like a beam of light.

The doe guided Harry deeper into the forest.

Harry rushed to catch up, sure that when she stopped she would allow him to approach her properly and tell him what he wanted to know.

Finally, she stopped and turned her pretty head again. Harry ran towards her, eager to ask her questions. Just as he was about to speak, the doe disappeared.

Like a firefly, it completely dispersed with a snap. Countless silver light spots lit up Harry's surroundings, and then dimmed instantly.

The darkness swallowed her up instantly, but the bright outline still remained in front of his eyes. His eyes gradually darkened, and he lost his way in the blink of an eye. Now fear strikes.

"Lumos!" Harry gasped and whispered, and the end of his wand lit up.

The mark left by the doe gradually faded. Harry stood there blinking his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest, the sound of branches in the distance and the sound of falling snow. Could he be attacked? Did the doe lure him to a place full of ambushes? Could someone be watching him in the dark, far away from the flash of the wand?

A series of questions instantly filled Harry's mind. He closed his eyes and tried to establish a connection with Voldemort to determine the distance between them.

But in fact, this was of no use at all. Voldemort's spiritual world was like a fortress, and he was always the only one there, not when Harry took the initiative to interview.

Perhaps due to emotion, a window of the fortress was opened, but Harry only got a brief glimpse of it before being discovered and expelled.

His scar didn't hurt though, which calmed Harry down a bit.

The scar would only warn or influence matters related to Voldemort. Now that it had no reaction, this proved that Voldemort had not discovered them yet.

They had just changed to a new hiding place. Logically speaking, Voldemort could not have been so fast...

After calming down slightly, Harry exhaled a breath, which was as calming as the pipes smoked by the customers of the Leaky Cauldron in the cold weather.

Harry raised his wand higher. No one was running toward him, and no green light burst from behind the trees.

There are no problems around...

So why did she lead him here?

Something flickered in the light of the wand. Harry looked over. It was a small pond, frozen. He raised his wand to examine it carefully. The dark broken surface of the pond shone with light.

Harry cautiously stepped forward and looked inside. The ice on the ground reflected his twisted shadow and the flashing beam of his wand. But under the thick, gray mist-covered ice shell, something was also flickering. It was a huge silver object. He was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He knelt down on the edge of the pool and adjusted the angle of the wand to try to let the light shine on the bottom of the pool.

Crimson flash... It was a sword, with a sparkling ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

Gryffindor's sword is actually at the bottom of this lake!

Harry stared down, almost unable to breathe. The strong sense of surprise made Harry's body numb for a moment. His hands were almost numb, and his whole body was filled with blood for a moment...

How is this possible? How could it be in a lake in such a forest? A place so close to their camp? Was there some unknown magic that guided Hermione to this place? Or was the doe, whom he felt like a patronus, the guardian of the pond? Or maybe the sword was put down after they arrived here, while they were still in this place?

Thinking of this, Harry raised his head sharply. Regardless of whether there were other people around him, a small lighting spell was launched into the sky. Suddenly, the surrounding environment was lit up by Harry.

However, the effect is not good.

Apart from scaring away some nocturnal creatures, Harry saw no sign of anyone at all.

The light lasted only a few seconds before it went out. Harry still had trouble controlling his wand, but it was enough.

No one is here...or has left?

Harry looked uncertainly at the Sword of Gryffindor at the bottom of the lake.

In any case, someone must want to give him the Sword of Gryffindor, so there is no doubt that that person knows Dumbledore's will and can find their location and give the sword to him at this time...

Wait, know their location?

Harry stood up abruptly, and then the fluorescent light flickered around him.

This is not good news, at least, not entirely...

However, Harry had no way to refuse the Sword of Gryffindor. At least, besides the Sword of Gryffindor, Harry could not think of any other way to destroy the Horcrux.

Perhaps Fanlin has one, but this is the simplest and most effective one!

However, when Harry turned his attention to the sword lying in the ice lake again, some fear affected his happy mood.

Harry was a little unsure about this sword... He pointed his wand at the silver sword and whispered: "The sword is flying!"

There was no movement at all, which Harry expected. If it was really that simple, he would have put the sword on the ground for him to pick it up, instead of lying quietly in the depths of the icy lake like this.

He walked around the ice block, trying to think about how the sword was delivered to his hands last time. At that time he was in a particularly dangerous situation and he wanted help.

"Help me!" He whispered, but the sword still stayed at the bottom of the lake, showing no reaction at all and not moving at all.

Harry said to himself (and walked around a few more times), what did Dumbledore say to him the last time he got this sword? Only a true Gryffindor could pull it out of the hat.

But Fanlin and Hermione have tried countless times, and they can't pull the Sword of Gryffindor out of an ordinary hat so easily.

Maybe they got it wrong?

Gryffindor?

So what qualities define a Gryffindor?

A very small voice came from Harry's head and answered the question. The answer is that great courage and chivalry are the qualities that a Gryffindor should have.

Harry paused and let out a long sigh.

The heat of Harry's breath quickly dissipated in the cold air. He knew what he had to do. To be honest, he had thought about something like this happening since the moment he saw the sword through the ice.

He looked around the woods again to make sure that no one would attack him at this time. If someone were to attack, Harry had too many opportunities as he passed through the forest and observed the glacial lake. The only reason why there was no attack was that the surrounding environment was too unsuitable.

Harry fumbled with his fingers and lifted off his thick clothes. This is where chivalry is needed. He thought helplessly, although he was not 100% sure. He did not ask Fanlin or Hermione to replace him. , is that also considered a kind of chivalry?

You can't bully a wounded man and a girl, right? Especially since these two people are absolutely united, he should be allowed to do this job no matter what.

As Harry began to undress, an owl hooted in the distance. This reminded Harry painfully of Hedwig.

The weather in December is so cold that this applies to everywhere except around the equator.

He was shaking all over and his teeth were making a terrible clanking sound, but he didn't stop and continued to undress until he was only in his underwear and standing barefoot on the snow. He took his wand, his mother's letter and Hedwig's feather was put into the bag, and the old Snitch was put into his coat pocket. Then put Fanlin's wand on the snowdrift.

"Split into pieces!"

The ice cubes made a sound like a gunshot in silence, and the surface of the lake cracked open, and the dark ice cubes continued to sway on the sparkling lake surface.

According to Harry's judgment, the lake wasn't deep, but in order to get the sword, he had to dive in with his whole body. Thinking more wouldn't make it easier, and the water wouldn't get warmer.

Harry felt that he needed a warming spell, but with Hermione's wand, Harry felt that he would burn himself to death or something if he wasn't careful...

Harry walked carefully to the lake, placed Hermione's still glowing wand, and then, without thinking about how cold it would be or how violently he would shiver, he jumped in.

Every pore in Harry's body seemed to be screaming in resistance. When his shoulders also dived into the frozen water, the air in his lungs seemed to solidify. He could hardly breathe. His violent trembling caused many ripples in the lake, and he felt that his unconscious feet were cut by blades.

He hoped that just one dive would be enough.

Harry postponed the moment of fully diving again and again, gasping for air, shaking all over, until finally he told himself that this was something he would have to do sooner or later, and then gathered all his courage and dived down.

The cold was very uncomfortable, like a burning fire burning his body, and the pain swept over him. As he went deeper into the lake to explore the sword, his brain seemed to be frozen.

His fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and then he pulled the sword up. Then something wrapped around his neck. He thought it was water grass, although nothing swam towards him when he dived. Harry used his hands to remove the thing and free himself, but it was not water grass. He had seen it before, at Bathilda's house, the mist coming out of Nagini's body...

This made Harry's breathing more and more difficult. Harry kicked around desperately, trying to swim back to the surface of the lake, but he only pushed himself to the other side of the lake full of rocks. He felt heavier and heavier, and he was getting more and more breathless. He struggled hard to get out of the tentacles that were trying to strangle him.

But the frozen fingers had no strength to pull it away, just like Nagini's tail, and Harry's strength was not enough to resist now...

His consciousness was gradually fading, and his body was about to be submerged. Everything was gone, nothing could be done, and his arm in front of his chest was completely immobile. He truly felt death...

... He felt suffocated and nauseous, as well as the wetness and coldness he had never experienced in his life. He gradually sank into the ice and snow.

At this moment, someone staggered closer, panting and coughing, just like Hermione did when the snake attacked Harry last time, but it didn't sound like Hermione, because the cough was too loud and the footsteps were too heavy. (To be continued)