Chapter 1284

"So, you two, carried me out of the camp in the middle of the night?" Hermione asked loudly.

"Didn't we get the sword back..." Fanlin said.

"But none of your injuries are healed, especially you, Fanlin, you had a fever before."

"Don't worry, that's all in the past, I feel fine now." Fanlin said.

"It was just an accident, Hermione, someone guided me..."

"So, that person's patronus is a doe? Whose patronus is a doe?" Hermione sighed and said, no matter what, it was a lucky thing to get the Sword of Gryffindor back.

That person must be their friend.

"Do you think Kingsley summoned the doe?" Harry asked weakly.

"Kingsley's patronus is a lynx. I saw it with my own eyes the day I picked you up."

"Oh, yes..."

"But... Harry, do you think it was Dumbledore?"

"What happened to Dumbledore?"

Harry was a little confused. He couldn't think of any connection between this and Dumbledore, except for Dumbledore's will.

Hermione seemed a little hesitant, and then whispered, "Dumbledore... the doe? I mean... the sword has always been in Dumbledore's hand, right?"

Harry was stunned for a moment. He knew very well the expectations behind this question. The thought that Dumbledore had returned to them and was still watching them from somewhere was indeed indescribable.

Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore is dead," he said. "I saw it with my own eyes. I saw his body. He really left. Besides, his patronus was a phoenix, not a doe."

"But, the patronus can change, right?" Hermione said with some reluctance, "Didn't Tonks's change?"

"Yes, but if he was still alive, why didn't he come to us? Why didn't he just give us the sword?"

"I don't know," Hermione said.

"Maybe it was someone else, like I said, a professor at Hogwarts." Van Lin said, staring at the flames that Hermione had raised in the tent.

"In fact... I hope so, but he really left..." Harry said, feeling a little bored, thinking back to what Van Lin had said about the wand.

"Get bigger!"

Harry pointed his wand at the flame, but the effect was not as good as expected. In the brazier, the flame just swayed slightly. Harry tried again. This time the flame got a little bigger.

"Oh, damn..." Harry poked forward impatiently, just like pouring oil on it, accompanied by the sound of burning things bursting, the flames jumped up.

In that instant, Harry felt that his eyebrows were about to be burned.

"Stop..." Hermione screamed, and quickly dodged, her long hair seemed to be ignited.

"Oh, sorry, shrink quickly!"

However, the flame did not shrink, but instead had a vigorous driving.

"Stop the spell!"

Fanlin quickly lifted Harry's spell, and it can be seen that a charred mark was faintly left on the ceiling just above the brazier.

"Sorry..." Harry was speechless and looked down at the holly wand. Harry felt that there was something wrong when using the fluorescent flash and blasting spells, and now it seems that the key to the problem seems to have been found.

All the spells he used, including the simplest ones, were much less powerful than when he used the Phoenix wand to cast spells before.

This new wand gave people an uncomfortable sense of invasion, like sewing someone else's hand on his arm.

"You just need to practice more," said Fanlin, looking at Harry with some sarcasm, "It's a question of whether you are confident, Harry."

"Yes, you just need to adapt to the change, after all, every wand is different..." Hermione said quickly.

Harry knew why she hoped that the wand was fine, she still felt guilty for breaking his wand.

But there was no other way. If Hermione didn't attack Nagini, he and Fanlin would definitely die in Bathilda's house, just like Bathilda, being used as nourishment by Nagini.

"It looks like I need to start from scratch, just like Professor Welliver taught us the first time."

"There is no other way, you can try the simplest one."

As night fell, after eating the dinner carefully prepared by Hermione, the three of them returned to the tent.

Harry was the first to stand guard.

Sitting at the entrance of the tent, Harry tried to use the holly wand to levitate a small stone at his feet in the air, but his magic was still so clumsy and weak compared to before.

At this time, Hermione was lying on the bed reading a book. Vanlin seemed to have thought of something, and then took out a small wooden wireless radio from his canvas backpack and tried to adjust the channel.

"I got it from Bathilda's house. I remember Fred told me about this channel," he said softly to Harry, "It's a channel that tells real news. All other channels are on Voldemort's side and are led by the Ministry of Magic, but this one... You will know after listening to it, it's simply great. The only pity is that they can't broadcast every night. They have to keep changing locations to prevent being chased. In addition, you need a password to listen... The problem is, I forgot what the last password was."

"What's the use of that?"

"I can use alchemy to try to analyze it." Fanlin said, with a finger on it, and the wooden radio exuded a metallic glow.

"Let me take a look, this is the receiving device... Elements in different bands receive different signals... um..."

This was the first time Harry saw Fanlin use alchemy magic in front of him.

"I think I found it..." Fanlin said after a long while, and the wooden radio in his hand had completely changed. It was like turning stone into gold. Now the wooden radio seemed to be made more like metal.

"But... they don't seem to be playing..."

"If you two don't mind, I think, Fanlin, you can put the radio away."

Fanlin immediately sat up straight, "I'm just looking for something to relax Harry..."

"Oh, forget him, we need to talk." Hermione said, and walked over, "We have more important things to solve now."

"What?" Harry was a little confused, "If you mean the wand, I'm practicing..." (To be continued)