Vol 2 Chapter 1269:

　　 "It looks like we can only stay here for the time being." Fanlin said, recalling Alex.
　　 Alex should have already taken someone to surround Sirius’ house by this time, at least, the hidden spell has failed, and it is a certainty that the Black family’s ancestral home will change hands because of this.
　　 Fortunately, Fox finally heard his call. It originated from the wonder of the Phoenix. If you want to change a pet, such as the stupid owl that Fanlin bought in a year, Fanlin couldn't imagine what would happen.
　　 and Alex die together?
　　 This is not a good deal.
　　 However, Hermione seemed more relieved by what Van Lin said, so Hermione carefully leaned Van Lin against a tree, and then raised her leg to walk outside.
　　 "Where are you going?" Ron asked.
"If we are to stay here, we have to take some protective measures and release some magic around." Hermione responded, picked up her wand, and started walking around the three people, making a larger circle. And murmured.
　　 Harry saw some turbulent air flow in the air: It seemed that Hermione was creating a heat wave in the clearing around them.
　　 "Savile Esiah... Armor body... Rebemugole Dum... Close your ears and listen... Harry, go get the tent out..."
　　 "Is this also a spell?" Almost everyone was taken aback, but Harry still reacted.
　　 "Tent?"
　　 "In my bag!"
　　 "It's... of course," Harry replied.
　　 He doesn't want to look around inside now, but can use a flying curse. The tent gradually emerged from the masses of canvas, including ropes and tent pillars. Harry recognized it. The smell of cats was part of the reason. This tent was the one that slept at the Quidditch World Cup night.
　　 "I think this tent belongs to the Perkins guy from the Ministry of Magic?" He asked, and began to untie the tent pin.
"Obviously he doesn't want it anymore, his back pain is too severe," said Hermione, who was waving her wand in a very complicated figure-eight motion, "and, Sirius's one is too space-consuming. It just so happened that Ron's father said he could lend it to me, so...open it quickly!"
She added that she pointed her wand at the weird canvas and let it rise into the air in a blast of air, and land on the clearing in front of Harry, as if it was completely built, and then removed it from the surprised Harry’s hand. The tent nails flew out, hit the rope with a bang, and then fixed to the ground. "The house is fixed!" Hermione waved her magic wand to the sky at last, "I can only do so much. At the very least, we must know that they are coming. I can't guarantee that this magic can stop V..."
　　 "Don't say that name!" Ron interrupted her, his voice hoarse.
"what happened?"
　　 "Sorry," Ron said, groaning a few times when he supported his body to look at them, "but this name always reminds me of something ominous, can't we call him a "mysterious man"?"
　　 "But... Dumbledore said that he was afraid of a name..." Harry just started.
　　 "Unless you don't realize, buddy, directly calling the mysterious person's name didn't bring any benefit to Dumbledore in the end," Ron replied, "Just give the mysterious person some respect, can't you?"
　　 "Respect?" Harry repeated, but Hermione glanced at him warningly; obviously he didn't want to argue with Ron, especially when he was so weak.
　　 "Oh, well, maybe we can forget him for a while..." Fanlin helped the tree to stand up and drank a little potion to restore his strength.
　　 It must be admitted that Phoenix’s tears are definitely a holy item of trauma, but Fox really has nothing to do with this kind of injury caused by magical disorder.
　　 "What are you doing?" Hermione exclaimed and hurried over, "You should..."
"I feel okay, it's almost the same as half a month ago." Fanlin said, "Let Ron in first. Fox's tears can only help him connect flesh and blood, and the split injury can't be done in a short while. It's up to him to handle it."
"Okay..." Hermione nodded, and then dragged Ron to the entrance of the tent with Harry. Inside, as everyone remembers, it looked like a small apartment with a bathroom and miniature. kitchen.
　　 Harry bumped an old armchair aside and carefully placed Ron on the bottom of a bunk bed. Even though this was a very short trip, Ron's face became paler, and Ron's eyes closed again when they placed him on the mat, and he didn't say anything for a while.
　　 Inexplicably, Fanlin felt a little depressed, Ron had a problem now, after all, no one wanted to happen like split.
　　 "I'm going to make some tea right away," Hermione gasped after getting Van Lin to the seat, taking the kettle and the big cup from her bag, and walking to the kitchen.
　　 Harry found that this hot drink was as good as the fire whiskey on the night the Mad-Eye died. It seemed to eliminate some of the terror trembling in his chest. After a minute or two, Ron broke the silence.
　　 "You said, how is the Katemore family?"
　　 "If you're lucky, they should have escaped," Hermione said, clutching her hot cup comfortably and snuggling into the sofa.
"As long as Mr. Katemore is smart enough, he should use his entourage to take Mrs. Katemore out. They and their children should have escaped from that town by now, if he really listened to what I was saying. "Fan Lin said slowly, shrinking on the sofa as if it would make his body feel better.
"Oh, I hope they can escape," Ron said, leaning back on his pillow. The tea seemed to have helped him a little, his face regained some blood. "But I don't think Ray and Kate Mo You are the kind of person who reacts quickly. I feel it through the way people talk to me when I become him. My God, I hope they can escape... If they two are locked in Azka because of us What about Ben..."
　　 Harry looked at Hermione, the question he was about to ask was stuck in his throat, about whether Mrs. Katemore would not be able to follow her husband without a magic wand.
　　 But Hermione didn't seem to be in the state at this time. After drinking two sips of hot tea to warm her up, Hermione had been staring at Fanlin intently, her expression seemed to be dripping.
　　 "Oh... I mean..." Harry coughed heavily, indicating that the two overly people he was still here.
　　 "I mean, if the wizard loses his wand, will it..."
　　 "Will it be anything?" Fanlin moved slightly, making a sound of air-conditioning, and Hermione became extremely nervous.
"you……"
　　 "I'm fine, don't worry..."
"I mean, will Mrs. Katemore be unable to Apparate because she doesn't have a wand?" Harry couldn't help but interrupted. "After all, when the three of us rushed out, we didn't help her with the wand. Take back."
"Don't worry, how else does the wizard make Muggles move in space? Also, even if we don't rely on a wand, we can perform magic, isn't it? Apparition is not magic that can be done with a wand. Lin shook his head, feeling Harry worried too much.
　　 "But why... I mean, the mysterious man... he can not use..."
"Because that's not sure." Fanlin said, "Not all magic can be released by the body as a medium, especially those evil curses. Think about it, an Avada Sole must be in your body before it is released. What would it feel like to walk inside?"
　　 "Oh, do you have to use this spell..." Ron called out a little badly, "We almost stayed there."
　　 "But we escaped, didn't we?" Fanlin said happily, "At least, this can't trouble us..."
　　 "Before the next big talk, I hope you can remember what you look like now, Fanlin!" Hermione patted Fanlin's head helplessly, and Harry shuddered involuntarily.
　　 never cared, or did he grow up and his mindset changed?
　　 No matter what, the damage is naked.
　　 "Well, I think we should figure out the situation around us first," Harry presided over. "After all, it is still not sure whether we are really out of danger."
　　 "I think I need some people's time. Of course, I have some interesting discoveries, but I want to confirm the accurate information." Fanlin said.
　　 "Okay!" Harry nodded.
　　 "You really should take a break." Hermione said softly, and kissed Fanlin on the forehead, "I wish you a good dream."
"Oh... well... I think we should take turns to watch outside the tent," Harry pulled a long tone, stood up and stretched out, and continued to Hermione, "We also need to think about the food issue. here."
　　 Harry's face turned green when Ron tried to stand up, and he hurriedly added.
The sight glass that Hermione gave to Harry as a birthday present was carefully placed on the table in the tent. For the rest of the day, Harry and Hermione were on duty in turns, but the sight glass was quiet all day. The geostationary is on the fulcrum.
　　 Maybe it was because Hermione cast protection magic and Muggle expulsion charms around them, or because people rarely set foot on this road? Their small piece of wood is still very quiet, except for the occasional birds and squirrels that pass by.
　　 The night's arrival did not bring any change. At ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand after swapping shifts with Hermione, and then patrolled the abandoned field.
　　 looked up to the silent sky, and noticed that bats were flying above him over a starry sky protected by them. He is now hungry and slightly dizzy.
Hermione’s magic bag didn’t bring anything to eat because she thought they would return to Grimmauld Place at night, so they had nothing to eat, except for the wild mushrooms Hermione picked from the surrounding woods. The tea pot was stewed and eaten.
　　 Ron pushed his share away after taking two big mouthfuls, looking nauseous.
　　 Harry can only insist on eating it so as not to hurt Hermione's feelings.
　　 Perhaps Fanlin was the luckiest one. He went into deep sleep as soon as he fell asleep. According to Hermione's explanation, this is the best way to recover when his mental energy is overdrawn.
　　 No one will bother him.
　　 "I hope he gets better soon." Harry thought silently.
Suddenly the surrounding silence was broken by a weird rustling sound, which sounded like friction between branches. Harry thought it was more likely to be caused by animals than people, but he still clenched his wand and prepared because of digestion. The mushrooms that failed to stew and the lack of function have made his stomach very uncomfortable, and now they are more uncomfortably stranded together.
　　 Harry stared at the dark night sky, and in a daze, Harry felt like he was back at Hogwarts again.
　　 It is at Hogwarts that Harry is truly exposed to the outside world.
　　 There is no starry sky in the cupboard under the stairs.
　　 But...
　　 Harry hesitated a little, inexplicably, he thought of Dumbledore again. The starry sky that night was also very brilliant, so brilliant that it made people feel cold...
Inexplicably, his scars began to tingle again. He was afraid it was because he had these thoughts that it hurt. So Harry tried to direct his thoughts to other ways. He thought of poor Kreacher, and it was looking forward to them coming home. But I was looking forward to Alex.
　　 So, will that elf remain silent? Or would he tell the Death Eaters everything he knew?
　　 Harry would rather believe that Kreacher has been on his side in the past, and now it should be faithful to him, but who knows what else will happen? What if the Death Eater tortured that elf? Some unpleasant images popped into Harry’s mind. He tried to put those thoughts aside, because now he can’t help Kreacher: he and Hermione have decided not to try to summon it, otherwise if the Ministry of Magic What should I do if someone comes here?
　　 Under the leadership of Hermione, even if they took Alex to Grimmauld Place, they couldn't count on the apparition of the elf without the same flaws.
Harry’s scars were burning at the moment, and he thought of too many things they didn’t know: Fanlin’s thoughts about magic were something he had never thought of, and many people in the Order of the Phoenix had experienced things, Harry almost did. Never experienced it.
　　 It's like Dumbledore, Harry didn't think Dumbledore knew nothing, but... why didn't Dumbledore explain a little more in the past? Does he think he still has time? Think he can live for a few years, or centuries, like his friend Nicole May? If so, then he was wrong... Snape assured it... Snape, the sleeping snake, launched a raid on the top of the tower... Dumbledore was falling... falling...
　　 "Give it to me, Grigovich."
Harry's voice was sharp, clear and cold. His wand was held in front of him by a slender, pale hand. The man pointed at by the wand was hanging upside down in the air, but didn't stop him. He shook and was invisible. Weirdly in the air, his limbs pressed tightly to his body, his horrible face is on the same level as Harry's flushed face from the blood rush~EbookFREE.me~ He has pure white hair And a beard like a thick bush: like a Santa Claus in the air.
　　 "I don't have it, it's not here anymore! It was stolen from me many years ago!"
"Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, Grigovich, he knows... he knows everything!" The hanged man's pupils dilated because of fear, and they seemed to expand more and more until the black pupils cut ha Li was overwhelmed...
　　 Then Harry followed in the footsteps of the chunky Grigo carrying the lantern along a dark corridor.
Grigovic suddenly broke into the last room of the corridor. His lantern illuminated the room that looked like a workshop. Sawdust and gold shimmered in the rippling light. On one window sill sat a gold A young man with yellow hair and a huge bird. For a moment, the light illuminates him. Harry saw that his handsome face was full of excitement. The intruder cast a stupefaction spell on him and jumped out quickly with laughter. window.
　　 Harry withdrew from the dilated, tunnel-like pupils again, Grigovich's face was full of fear.
　　 "Who stole it? Grigovich." The harsh and cold voice sounded again. "I don't know, I never knew, a young man...no...please...please!"
　　 A scream kept echoing, and then a green light flashed...
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