Chapter 722 The Big Crisis of Pillows

"Harry, please turn off the alarm clock..."

Fan Lin lay lazily on the quilt. He didn't want to move at all, and it was rare for him to relax.

"Ron..."

"Snoring..."

"Forget it..." Harry touched helplessly for a long time, and then a ray of magic light knocked the alarm clock off the table.

The dormitory shrouded in morning light once again regained its tranquility. If Ron's snoring was not included, this tranquility seemed to be even more perfect.

This should be regarded as the most rare time. Compared with the previous worries, the current life is extremely relaxed.

Voldemort's return as planned at least freed Fan Lin from worrying about what might happen.

It takes almost a year and a half, which is enough time to prepare for a lot of things.

Moreover, Fan Lin also joined the Order of the Phoenix, so he could legitimately hang out in Sirius's house to look for the Horcrux.

Horcrux...

Oh, damn, Fan Lin almost forgot that Nagini had been killed by him, but Nagini was not yet a Horcrux.

This gets very tricky.

What would Voldemort choose as his last Horcrux?

Or, to put it simply, why did Voldemort give up on making a Horcrux?

If it's the latter, it's easy to say, but if it's the former, then we can only rely on Harry's living radar to search.

However, Harry is still unable to do this. He is too weak and cannot invade Voldemort's brain. Moreover, in Fan Lin's view, the connection between Voldemort and Horcruxes is not close. Otherwise, Voldemort should have been aware of such a thing when Dumbledore destroyed the ring.

And in that cave, Voldemort didn't even know that his Horcrux had left its original location.

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Fanlin felt that it was really bad for him. On the rare day when he went home, he was here thinking about these messy things.

Whether Voldemort makes Horcruxes or not, or whether the connection with Horcruxes is tight or not, what does this have to do with him?

He has a trump card in his hand.

A special treasure for Voldemort, Harry Potter!

One hit will kill you, but if you stab a few more times, the probability of instant death will always be triggered...

Just a bit less lucky.

Speaking of which, the legend of the big dog is still so loud...

Celtic hero?

Just a bit less lucky...

"Get up, Harry, go home!" Fan Lin shouted in a bad mood.

If Harry were stronger and reached the level of Sirius, with Harry's special attack status against Voldemort, and Fan Lin casually adding a BUFF or something to him, Voldemort would really become "Voldemort"...

"No, I'm fine here..."

Harry covered his head and said that he really didn't want to get up. Although Hogwarts has become worse recently, it is always better than those Muggles.

Thinking of Dudley, Harry couldn't help but feel a chill.

Fan Lin naturally knew what Harry's mentality was, but this did not mean that he could stay in Hogwarts.

Harry being alone is very dangerous. Voldemort has many ways to reach Hogwarts, and the same goes for Fanlin.

"Get up." Fan Lin shouted helplessly.

Neville was already making the bed sleepily. He had been busy for a long time last night.

In fact, most of the time is spent searching.

For example, shoes or toads, this is really embarrassing for Neville.

Of course, it's not just Neville who enjoys this treatment, but also Luna, that little girl from Ravenclaw who seems to be crazy.

However, for Fan Lin, Luna's performance is only because Luna's natural team magic is unimaginably sharp, which is enough for Luna to see things that many people can't see.

For example, Ye Qi...

Well, this seems to have experienced or seen death. Fanlin can also see it. Not far from the Forbidden Forest Lake, these little guys were expelled by Nobo.

However, the price is a bit high. Fan Lin is the second type. He has personally been exposed to death and almost ascended to heaven.

"Get up, Harry, Ron...Hermione must be impatient to wait." Fan Lin said speechlessly.

This time Fan Lin's only answer was silence, Harry's silence, and Ron's irregular snoring...

"You forced me to do this." Fan Lin said helplessly.

Finnigan came over without taking it too seriously, and Dean on the outside didn't get up either.

Well, good, line up...

Fan Lin waved his hand casually, and a light blue spot of light penetrated along the gap in the curtain of the three of them.

This cry is definitely as powerful as killing a pig.

It's hard to imagine that the warm quilt and even the skin are so hot that a big cold hand will hit everyone's buttocks hard...

Why do I feel so angry among GAY people...

"Fan Lin!" Ron screamed, "It must be you, right? You are the only one in the whole dormitory who is so crazy."

"I just help you get up quickly. In order for you to stay in a good state, I even use my magic power to save you the tedious steps of washing." Fan Lin said with an upright face.

"Do you think I will believe it? Damn it..." Ron was furious.

Harry remained silent, and then a pillow hit Finnigan's forehead behind Fanlin.

This accuracy is not very good.

Fan Lin returned the pillow unceremoniously, "Harry, you should check your accuracy more. This is very important. What if your magic shot goes wrong one day..."

The answer to Fan Lin was still the pillow, but this time there were two pillows, Dean and Ron...

Uh, the smell of hair oil reminded Fan Lin of Malfoy.

Fanlin still remembered telling Malfoy that frequent use of hair oil would cause premature hair loss.

It seems that Malfoy has learned his lesson, otherwise, it would be too bad to imitate his father Lucius's dressing style.

But this will not alleviate the current crisis.

Harry, Ron and Dean...these three people would not let him go.

Of course, being beaten was unavoidable, but Harry used the spell first, so Fan Lin couldn't be blamed for this.

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In fact, the final result of the dormitory war was that all five people's pillows turned into feathers and then exploded.

Neville also woke up completely. After all, the feathers on Neville's head could explain a big problem.

The same goes for Fanlin, three against two. Fanlin and Finnigan are not much better than Neville, but the opponent is also about the same.

The final result is that the dormitory that I worked so hard to clean last night is completely scrapped. If Professor McGonagall knows this... (To be continued)