Vol 2 Chapter 1304:

　　 Bill and Fleur’s house is alone on a cliff by the sea. The wall is covered with white lime and inlaid with shells.
　　 This is a secluded and beautiful place. No matter where in this house or in the back garden, Fanlin could hear the turbulent water accompanied by the sound of the tide, just like a huge sleeping animal breathing.
　　 However, all this seems to have nothing to do with them. In fact, Fanlin can't appreciate it at all.
In the next few days, Fanlin spent most of his time looking for various excuses not to stay with them in the crowded hut, but immersed in this fascinating cliff and seascape, feeling the vast sky and ocean. , Savoring the salty cold wind blowing on his face.
　　 Harry hasn't woken up until now. In fact, getting Harry back into the shell house is a very difficult task.
　　 Fanlin’s magical power is constantly flowing. Although it is not Harry’s absorption, fighting against Harry’s escaping energy is like fighting against a powerful wizard at all times.
　　 That was the power passed by Voldemort, and there was nothing they could do about it.
　　 It seems that Harry must stop his journey. Even the most basic life-sustaining is the isolation method that Fanlin found after two days of research.
　　 Bill found a large piece of Yeqi's skin, and Fanlin gave them a chance to help Harry replenish basic life through some isolated magic runes.
But Harry still did not wake up. Fanlin felt that Harry’s spiritual world was simply a mess, the fear of death enveloped Harry, and there were some crazy thoughts, Fanlin couldn’t even invade Harry’s deeper layers. Spiritual world.
　　 Unless the Voldemort part of Harry's body is removed, otherwise, Harry can only rely on himself when he wakes up.
　　 Others are obviously more worried. Although Fanlin said that Harry would not die like this, in fact, Harry's condition is no better than death.
　　 "Dumbledore shouldn't leave the old wand behind." Hermione said, the girl was very worried about Harry's situation, and Voldemort's power enveloped them like a cloud.
　　 It turned out that this feeling is not obvious. Even though they played against Voldemort and his men several times, they all survived in the end, but Harry fell this time.
　　 "Harry was just blinded, he will wake up, I promise." Fanlin said, thinking about how to wake Harry up.
　　 "But is he really dead?" Ron asked unwillingly. When Ron found Hermione and Fanlin, Fanlin was staring at the wall separating the garden and the cliff.
　　 In fact, Fanlin really didn't want Ron to find him. He didn't want to repeat the explanation.
　　 But this time, Ron seemed to realize something.
　　 "If he died, why would he leave the old wand there, Hogwarts? Snape was there as the principal. No one would stop Voldemort."
　　 "Maybe Dumbledore didn't expect it." Fanlin said.
　　 "No, I don't think so..." Ron shook his head. "He is Dumbledore."
　　 "But he can't help us at all right now." Fanlin said quickly, "All we can do now is to trust Harry."
　　 "But, I think Harry might..."
　　 "Don't be stupid, Ron!" Hermione pursed her lips. "We always come here like this."
"Okay, stop talking!" Fanlin stood up a little annoyed, troubles one after another. Instead of waiting for Harry to solve it, Fanlin should do it himself. He has been thinking about it for a long time these days, in fact , He has always been too dependent on Harry's role in Voldemort, feeling the changes of Voldemort, but now Harry can't accomplish this, maybe it's a good thing to rest here, he can...
　　 "Fanlin!"
　　 The sudden call interrupted Fanlin's thoughts. It was Furong's voice.
　　 Fanlin turned his head, Furong had already walked out of the house, her long silver hair flying in the wind.
"Fanlin, Ahuan wants to talk to you. He is in the smallest bedroom. He said he doesn't want to come here to eavesdrop." Furong obviously didn't like the goblin calling her to send a message. She turned to look when she walked into the house. Looks very angry.
　　 It should be said that Fleur's mentality is the best one. She is not from Hogwarts. The threat of Voldemort and Harry's role were not instilled like a biography.
　　In Furong's eyes, Harry is just a boy who survived by chance. He is very courageous, but he is capable...
　　 Compared to Harry, Fleur believed in Fanlin more, after all, they were familiar friends.
　　 Fanlin nodded, and walked in directly with Furong without tangling.
　　 When they walked into the smallest bedroom where Hermione and Luna lived, Griphook was waiting for them as Fleur said. He closed the curtains, blocking the clear sky with white clouds, and the originally airy and bright cabin was enveloped in a flame-like red.
　　 "I have decided, Fanlin El," said the goblin. He was sitting cross-legged on a low stool, his long fingers patting his arm. "Although the goblins of Gringotts will rebel, I decided to help you..."
　　 "It surprised me, fairy." Fanlin raised his eyebrows, "That's what Harry asked you to do, but now he has..."
　　 "You saved me. I don't believe in prophecies. Fairies are very pragmatic."
　　 "Very good, tell me your conditions." Fanlin nodded.
　　 "In return," the goblin said firmly, "to be paid."
　　 "What do you want? Magic, power, or gold coins?"
　　 "Neither, I don't want gold coins," Griphook said, "I have them." His black eyes sparkled, and there were no whites in his eyes.
　　 "I want that sword, Godric Gryffindor's sword."
　　 Fanlin's face turned gloomy~EbookFREE.me~I can't give it to you," he said, "I'm sorry. But in fact, that does not belong to me! "
　　 "In this case," the goblin said softly, "There is a problem between us."
　　 "We can give you something else," Ron said enthusiastically, "I bet that Lestrange must have gotten a lot of things, and you can take your share once we are in the vault."
　　 But Ron said the wrong thing. Griphook flushed angrily.
　　 "I am not a thief! Child! I will not try to obtain wealth that I should not have!"
　　 "The sword is ours..."
　　 "No, it's not." Griphook roared angrily.
　　 "But, we are Gryffindor, it is Godric Gryffindor..."
　　 "Then who owned it before Gryffindor had it?" The goblin sat upright and asked.
　　 "It's no one," Ron said. "The sword is made for him, isn't it?"
　　 "No!" shouted the goblin, pointing his narrow fingers at Ron fiercely. "It's the arrogance of wizards again! The sword belonged to Regnook at first, and Godric Gleffindor took it from him! It is a lost treasure, this sword is a masterpiece of a fairy ! It belongs to the fairy! It is my reward, give it or not, you can figure it out!"
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