Chapter 615: A Sense of Urgency Brought by a Magic Wand, Gandalf Joins the Team (1/2)

Chapter 615 The sense of urgency brought by a magic wand, Gandalf joins the team

"Give it to me, Gregorovitch." Voldemort pointed his magic wand at Gregorovitch who was hanging upside down in the air. He looked very frightened, his limbs tightly pressed against his trembling body, and his face was flushed with congestion.

"I didn't, I really didn't lie to you.

The wand was stolen many years ago."

"Lie, Gregorovitch." Voldemort made a cold voice, "This is your last chance, if you lie to me, you know the consequences."

"I swear on my life." Gregorovitch cried in fear, "It was really stolen."

After a while, Gregorovitch's pupils lost their color, and Voldemort entered his memory.

In a dark corridor, the short and fat Gregorovitch walked quickly with a lamp, and soon rushed to the room at the end of the corridor.

Under the light, wood chips and gold powder flew in the wind.

A handsome blond young man appeared in the room that looked like a studio. He squatted on the windowsill like a bird, his face full of joy.

The young man waved his wand and hit Gregorovitch with a Stunning Spell. Then he flew out of the window, leaving behind a loud laugh.

Voldemort withdrew from his memory, and Gregorovitch also realized what had just happened, and his face was even more terrified.

"Who is the thief?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, I never know, I have been trying to find him all these years, but I have never found anything.

Please, don't, don't kill me."

"Waste." Voldemort seemed to be furious, "You should be glad that I can't go to Ollivander, because that's why you can save your life."

Harry opened his eyes suddenly and woke up from his sleep.

His scar was aching, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and his mood was extremely depressed.

"What did you dream about again?" Hermione asked, glaring at him unhappily, "I thought your headache was gone."

"No, I just took a nap." Harry sat up guiltily. Hermione had warned him more than once not to read Voldemort's thoughts, but he couldn't control his sleep and dreams.

"I advise you to tell the truth." Ron said speechlessly, "We really want to pretend that we don't know, but every time you dream about the mysterious man, it's too obvious."

Harry glanced at the two of them with resentment, "It's still Gregorovitch. Voldemort seems to be looking for a wand. The wand originally belonged to Gregorovitch, but it was stolen a long time ago."

"Wand? What is he looking for a wand for?" Ron asked with some confusion.

"The wand in my hand has magical power, which prevents Voldemort from killing me." Harry analyzed rationally, "Judging from the importance Voldemort attaches to that wand, that wand is very powerful and can definitely break the power of my wand.

No, we must stop him and not let him find that wand."

"But...how to stop it?" Hermione poured a glass of cold water on Harry's heart, "We don't know any information about the wand, let alone where it is, so we can't get it first."

Harry calmed down, and his heart couldn't help but feel more desperate.

He knew that Hermione was right, but Voldemort had obviously found a way to kill him, and he had only taken a small step on the road to finding the Horcrux.

Voldemort would be miserable if he found a wand, but he had to find three Horcruxes besides Slytherin's locket, and Slytherin's locket might only be destroyed by Gryffindor's sword, which meant he had to find four things.

The difficulty ratio is one to four, and this is not even counting the most difficult Voldemort's main soul. It's simply hell mode.

"Where's Gandalf? Hasn't he come yet?" Harry said irritably, "We've been waiting for two days, and we can't wait any longer."

Hearing this, Hermione looked at him with some embarrassment, "I know you're anxious, we really need a strong helper."

"That's right. The place where the locket is kept is so dangerous, so the rest is probably not much safer."

Harry was speechless, and at this time he heard heavy footsteps and friction sounds.

"Quiet, someone is coming."

"I remember I cast the Muffler Hearing Charm." Hermione whispered, "And the Muggle Repelling Charm, the Disillusionment Charm, in short, I used all the protective spells that can be used, and it stands to reason that no one will hear or see us."

"It may just be a coincidence." Ron said pretending to be calm, but this did not make them feel at ease.

"You stay here first." Harry pulled out his wand, "I'll go out and take a look."

"No." Hermione stopped him immediately, "If it's a Death Eater, the protective spell I set up can still hold it off for a while. If you go out directly, you'll be a sitting duck."

"Is anyone there?" A kind and gentle voice came in.

"It's Gandalf, this is his voice." The worry on Harry's face was immediately replaced by joy, and he immediately opened the tent and walked out.

Hermione and Ron finally saw the rumored Gandalf, who was carrying a backpack, wearing a gray wizard robe, a gray peaked hat, a gray beard, a long staff, and a pipe on his waist.

"It feels like..." Ron said in surprise, "Another..."

"Dumbledore." Hermione added, "Another Albus Dumbledore."

"Yes, that's what I was going to say."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger." Gandalf's eyes paused on the three of them, "They are all here."

"Sir, thank you very much for coming to help." Harry said politely.

"It's just a request." Gandalf didn't care, "I have to give Gaius face, but let me be frank, when I meet Voldemort..."

"Don't say his name." Ron said hastily, but he couldn't help but lower his head in embarrassment when he met Gandalf's half-smile.

"Sorry, but his name is like a curse."

"You-Know-Who, that's fine, right?" 'Gandalf' said indifferently.

Harry was a little excited. Gandalf dared to call Voldemort's name directly. This alone was enough to prove that he was still very reliable.

"Actually, finding the Horcrux is secondary. Aaron asked me to come here primarily to protect his girlfriend." 'Gandalf' smiled meaningfully, and then saw a blush on Hermione's cheeks. "Don't be shy, I'm talking about you.

He paid a high reward to convince me. There are really few people in the world who can make him pay so much attention. I believe you will live a happy life after marrying him."

Hermione nodded with a red face. She felt that a steam was coming out of her head at this moment.

Saying this in front of Harry and Ron, don't you know that girls are thin-skinned?

"Sir." Harry couldn't help asking, "Where is the Horcrux, or Slytherin's locket?"

"I sent it to Aaron." 'Gandalf' said without blushing, "Although the Death Eaters have controlled Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they dare not detain Gaius's package."

"Will the Horcrux have any negative impact on him?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No, don't underestimate your future husband. The residual soul of the mysterious man can't affect him at all.

By the way, where was I just now?"

"Meet the mysterious man." Ron reminded weakly.

"If you meet the mysterious man and his Death Eaters, you'd better not count on me.

I signed a contract with someone before, I won't use force against people, and I can only protect her at most."

Harry looked at Ron, is this sexism?

Ron instantly understood the look in his best friend's eyes and shook his head slightly.

This has nothing to do with sexism, it's just that we don't have a boyfriend with a strong background.

"Sir, is it really difficult to destroy a Horcrux?"

'Gandalf' looked at Harry deeply and said seriously: "It depends on what the Horcrux itself is.

The diary is just an ordinary carrier, and it was hit by the killing curse of the mysterious man. He used his own spear to attack his shield and destroyed the Horcrux.

The ring of the Gaunt family is a relic of the holy wizard Slytherin. It has been passed down for thousands of years and has very powerful magic. Dumbledore can only destroy it with the sword of Gryffindor of the same level.

I think you should understand the difficulty of destroying Slytherin's locket after I say this!

The mysterious man kept his soul fragments inside the locket. I used many methods, including fire, lightning, poison, and even curses, but they couldn't do anything to it."

"Can I only find Gryffindor's sword?" Harry murmured.

"Maybe, Dumbledore must have his own intentions." 'Gandalf's expression moved slightly. Gryffindor's sword can definitely destroy the Horcrux, but it is completely useless to him, but it is the only choice for Harry.

Regardless of whether Gryffindor's sword can be found in the end, it will inevitably consume a lot of time, so there is no need for him to stop it.

"But he didn't tell us where the sword is hidden." Ron said depressedly, "Harry has only thought of Godric's Hollow these days."

"Then go find it!"

"Isn't this too hasty?

We don't have any clues to prove that Gryffindor's sword is in Godric's Hollow."

"There is still some." Harry stubbornly said, "Godric Gryffindor, Gryffindor's sword, Godric's Hollow, there must be a connection between the three."

Ron's mouth twitched slightly, this reason is too far-fetched!

But he couldn't raise any objections, after all, they didn't have the next target except Godric's Hollow.

"By the way, can you let me go in and sit down first?" 'Gandalf' pointed to the tent, "It took a lot of effort to find you."

"Uh... Of course, please come in." Harry smiled awkwardly but politely. He was just talking just now and forgot that Gandalf was also an old man over a hundred years old.

Gandalf walked into the tent, frowning unconsciously.

This tent was also cast with a traceless extension spell, but the internal space was relatively small, and the bathroom and kitchen were also quite shabby, barely enough to squeeze in three people.

"You live in this broken place?" Gandalf looked at Hermione with some distress, making her feel flattered.

"It's okay!" Hermione whispered.

"What's okay? You are a girl, living with the two of them..."

"That..." Harry interrupted embarrassedly, "Mr. Gandalf, Hermione is in another compartment, we sleep separately."

"That's not okay either, this tent has at least three hands." Gandalf was furious, "It's okay for you two rough guys to live here, but don't you feel ashamed to let a girl suffer with you?"

"We didn't take out this tent." Ron showed a wronged expression.

Gandalf was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Hermione in disbelief, "Yours?"

"It's not mine, it's Mr. Weasley's.

Originally, this tent belonged to Perkins, but he didn't want it at the Quidditch World Cup, so Mr. Weasley picked it up."

"Haha!" Gandalf smiled tiredly, "I was wrong, this tent shouldn't be third-hand, it must be at least fourth or fifth-hand."

"The conditions are a bit poor, but we have been hiding from the pursuit of Death Eaters, and it's good to have this thing."

"Alas!" Gandalf sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "I brought a tent, you pack it up and move over!"

"How big is it?" Ron asked.

"It's about ten times the size of yours.

And my tent has separate toilets for men and women, a bathroom, and several bedrooms.

Most importantly, there is a lot of fresh food in the kitchen."

"Let's move now."

Ron couldn't hide his excitement, and dragged Harry to start packing.

He didn't care about the toilet and bathroom, but food was their biggest concern these days.

Although they packed all the food when they came out of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the three of them were almost out of food after eating for more than ten days.

Fortunately, Gandalf came, otherwise they would have to eat dirt in two days.

"Aren't you going?" 'Gandalf' looked at Hermione and asked.

"My things are all in the bag, no need to pack." Hermione sat down easily, "How did you find us? I obviously set up so many protective spells."

"The spell is good, but your magic is too weak." 'Gandalf' twisted his fingers, lit the cigarette holder, took a puff and exhaled white smoke.

"Can you stop smoking?" Hermione frowned.

"Hahaha, don't mind.

My tobacco is made from a mixture of magic potions and rare herbs. It's harmless. On the contrary, it can refresh the mind and strengthen the body." 'Gandalf' laughed, "Your protective spell is no different from non-existence in the eyes of great wizards who are much more powerful than you."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Gandalf with more respect.

"We've packed up and can move." Harry and Ron came over with two bags.

"The tent hasn't been packed yet!" Hermione rolled her eyes at the two speechlessly.

The four walked out of the tent, and Hermione waved her wand at the tent.

The inner and outer tents, poles, wind ropes, ground nails and other parts were all raised in the air, automatically folded and tied, and then Hermione put them into the bag one by one.