Vol 2 Chapter 1277:

.., hp magic biography
"Are you Bathilda?"
Harry's voice echoed in the snowy night against the silver light, like a hint, and the loud shouts always inadvertently amplified the emptiness of the surrounding environment.
The heavily dressed man nodded and waved again.
"Remember what I said..." Fanlin raised his head to look at Harry, and then, like a real cat, he retracted into Hermione's arms again, "I will protect you."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other under the invisibility cloak, then Harry raised his eyebrows, and Hermione nodded nervously.
As if they had made up some determination, the two of them walked towards the woman.
Seeing this situation, Bathilda didn't speak either. She immediately staggered back along the way, leading them through several houses and into a door.
They followed Bathilda along the path ahead, through a vine garden similar to the ruins just now.
She stood in front of the door and fumbled for a while, took out the key to the room, opened the door, and stepped aside to let them in.
The smell of Bathilda was terrible, but maybe it was the smell in this house.
Harry wrinkled his nose when he passed her, then took off the invisibility cloak.
Harry knew how short she was when he stood beside her.
Because of his old hunchback, Bathilda was almost as high as Harry's chest.
She closed the door behind her, her knuckles were blue with spots on her skin, like peeling paint, and she squinted at Harry's face. Those eyes were very cloudy due to cataracts, and they were deeply sinking into the almost transparent skin full of wrinkles. Her entire face showed veins under the skin and yellowish brown age spots.
In fact, Harry suspected that she couldn't recognize herself at all; even if she could, all she saw was the bald Muggle Harry disguised as.
So, how did she find out?
Harry's heart beat violently. Obviously, even as a wizard, there is no way to avoid the pain of aging.
Even if he is as powerful as Dumbledore, the wizard can only become weak like an ordinary person without using some extraordinary methods.
Maybe Bathilda is strong?
Harry frowned and quickly rejected his idea. He had come into contact with many powerful wizards, and none of them, like Bathilda, would exude a kind of corruption.
She is too old.
Harry calmly blocked Hermione's back step, silently watching Bathilda's movements.
Bathilda didn’t do anything. She just took off the moth-eaten shawl, revealing the sparse white hair on top of her head. Suddenly, the smell of old age, the smell of dust, the smell of dirty clothes, and the smell of spoiled food became More intense.
"Bahida?" Harry asked again anxiously, the old man in front of him was like a corpse crawling out of a tomb...there was a breath of death everywhere.
Fanlin didn't move, just squinted at Bathilda.
Harry's decision naturally had to be made up by Harry, but Fanlin had already killed Nagini, so what was the person in front of him?
With doubts, Fanlin twisted his body, trying to find a comfortable position in Hermione's arms.
She nodded again, confirming Harry's question.
But the anxiety did not fade from Harry's body.
Bathilda shuffled through them, pushing her aside as if she hadn't seen Hermione, and went into a room that looked like a living room.
"Harry, I'm not sure what the situation is now." Hermione said softly.
"Look at her, if something happens, I think we can beat her too." Harry said.
"I'm telling you, she shouldn't be like this, Muriel said she's very fanatical..." Hermione said worriedly, and one hand folded her arms uncomfortably, which made Fanlin want to scratch Human impulse.
But immediately, Hermione realized that she was holding something else and let go apologetically, but her other hand reflexively wanted to hold her wand.
"Come here!" Bathilda yelled from the next room.
Hermione jumped up in shock and grabbed Harry's arm.
"It's okay," Harry comforted her, looked down at the white cat in Hermione's arms, and took a deep breath.
Harry led her into the lounge.
Bathilda was staggering in the candlelight room, the light was still very dark, and the room was extremely dirty. Heavy dust creaked under their feet, and under the damp and musty smell, Harry smelled something worse, like rotten meat.
He didn't know how long it had been since no one had been to Bathilda's house to see if she was still here.
And now Bathilda seems to have forgotten that she can also perform magic. Because she lit the candle awkwardly with her hand, the cuff belt would be accidentally lit at any time.
"Let me come," Harry said after hesitating, then he took the match from her hand.
Bathilda watched Harry light the candle roots placed in the various trays in the room. These candles were placed on the side of a table full of broken and moldy cups on piles of books. .
When Harry reached the last candle, he saw that the candle was on a curved surface box with many photos in it. When the candlelight flickered, its light flickered on the dusty glass and silverware.
Harry saw the scene in those photos shaking.
As Bathilda fumbled forward with the firelight, Harry whispered a whirlwind swept away, and the dust on the photos disappeared immediately. He saw that the photos in the six largest and most gorgeous frames were gone, no Know whether Bathilda or someone else took them.
And the bottom of the pile of photos caught Harry’s attention. He picked it up and looked at it: it was the blond-haired, cheerful thief who was sitting on Grigovich’s windowsill. Looking at Harry lazily in the frame of, Harry immediately remembered that he had seen this boy-in the photo in the book "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" by Rita!
He is the young man holding hands with Dumbledore!
"Bashot...Mrs...Miss?" Harry said, his voice trembling slightly, "Who is this?"
Bathilda was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light a torch for her.
"Miss Bagshot?" Harry shouted again. He took the photo and walked to Bathilda's side. The flame in the fireplace was burning. Bathilda heard his voice and raised his head with an inexplicable emotion. It hit Harry's chest harder.
"Who is this person?" Harry asked her, holding up the photo.
She stared solemnly at the photo, and then at Harry.
"Do you know who this person is?" Hardy repeated it again with a slower and louder voice than usual. "It's this person, do you know who he is? What's his name?"
Bathilda looked dazed, which made Harry feel very frustrated.
How did Rita Skeeter unlock Bathilda's memory?
"Who is this person?" Harry exclaimed impatiently.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, this picture is the thief who stole Grigovich! Please," he said to Bathilda again, "who is he?"
But Bathilda just stared at him.
"Why let us come here with you, Mrs. Bagshot... Miss?" Hermione raised her voice and asked, "Do you want to tell us anything?"
But Bathilda didn't seem to hear Hermione's words at all. She shuffled closer to Harry, then turned her head and looked back towards the hall.
"Do you want us to leave?" Harry asked uncertainly.
Bathilda repeated the action again, but this time pointing to Harry first, then to himself, and finally to the ceiling.
"Well... Hermione, Fan... I mean, I think she wants us to go upstairs with her."
"Okay," Hermione replied, "Let's go."
But as soon as Hermione stepped forward, Bathilda shook her head desperately, pointed at Harry again, and then at herself.
"You want me to go with you alone." Harry's expression changed slightly.
"Why?" Hermione asked out loud immediately. Her voice was sharp and clear in the candle-lit room, and Bathilda shook her head slightly.
"Maybe Dumbledore asked her to give me the sword, and only to me?" Harry said uncertainly, looking at Fanlin involuntarily.
At this moment, Fanlin was also completely awake, jumped from Hermione's arms to Harry's shoulder, and then rubbed Harry's face.
"Follow him!" Fanlin's voice remembered in Harry's mind.
"Do you think she really knows who you are?"
"Yes," Harry said without hesitation, staring at Bathilda's cloudy eyes.
"That's good, but hurry up, Harry."
"Lead the way," Harry said to Bathilda.
Bathilda seemed to understand, because she led Harry toward the door tremblingly, and at the same time, she didn't care if there was something else on Harry's shoulder.
This made Harry feel weird, but he turned around and smiled at Hermione to relieve her, but he didn't know if she saw it.
Hermione stood in the dirty candlelight room with her arms folded, looking at the bookcase.
Harry walked out of the room and put the silver-framed photo of the thief in his pocket when neither Hermione nor Bathilda had noticed.
"She can't see me, or can't notice at all..." Fanlin communicated with Harry silently.
"but……"
"I don't know what's going on, but you have to be careful." Fanlin sat on Harry's shoulders, his little head staring at the humpback figure closely and moving with it.
The narrow staircase had a steep slope, and Harry stretched his hand forward halfway to prevent Bathilda from falling over him, which seemed very likely.
Panting, she slowly walked upstairs, turned left, and led Harry into a room with a low ceiling.
The room was dark and the smell was terrible.
As soon as Harry saw that a chamber pot was sticking out under the bed, Bathilda closed the door and they plunged into darkness.
"Fluorescence flickers." Harry said. The moment his wand was shining, Harry was startled by Bathilda in front of him. In those few seconds of darkness, Bathilda walked up to him, and Ha Lee did not hear her coming.
"Are you Potter?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I am." Harry hesitated, then said.
Bathilda’s voice was extremely hoarse. It didn’t look like a human voice at all. It was like something learned to speak. Maybe Bathilda hadn’t spoken for a long time. Harry smelled a stench. The smell, mixed with the smell of corruption...
But Bathilda didn't care, nodded slowly, appearing solemnly.
Harry felt his nerves beating constantly, as if keeping up with the accelerating heartbeat at this moment, which was definitely not a pleasant thing.
"Do you have anything to give me?" Harry tried to ask, but she seemed to be distracted by Harry's glowing wand.
"Do you have anything for me?" Harry asked again. Bathilda closed his eyes, and at that moment, several things happened at the same time: Harry’s scar was prickling like a needle; at the same time, an uneasy emotion encroached on his brain, like every time Like Voldemort's connection, the dark and smelly room suddenly disappeared from his eyes.
Harry felt intense excitement and said in a high-pitched, cold voice: Grab him!
Harry stood swayingly, and the dark and smelly room appeared next to him again. He didn't know what had happened just now.
"Do you have anything to give me?" Harry asked for the third time, his voice raised a lot.
But what Harry didn't notice was that Fanlin had already jumped on the side cabinet and stared coldly at what was happening before him.
In fact, Fanlin's vision was a bit blurred just now, and a strong mental disturbance was spreading from Harry and Bathilda's body.
The master of the will makes Fanlin very familiar, but it is certain that he is not here.
"It's over there," Bathilda ignored Fanlin, as if she couldn't see him, she whispered to Harry, pointing to the corner.
Harry raised his wand and saw a messy table full of clothes under the curtained window.
She didn't take him over this time.
Holding his wand, Harry walked sideways between Bathilda and the bed. He didn't want Bathilda to leave his sight.
"Where?" Harry seemed to completely believe in Bathilda at the moment, he asked, struggling to touch the table, which was full of things like dirty clothes.
"There," she said, pointing to the mess.
Just when Harry wanted to turn his head and wanted to find a ruby-studded sword among the tattered piles, Harry saw that Bathilda had changed weirdly in his peripheral vision, and he turned around in panic, fearing Almost paralyzed him: he saw that old body collapsed on the ground, and an unknown shadow was gradually breaking free from Bathilda's body.
"Don't move~EbookFREE.me~Harry!" Fanlin's voice suddenly rang, "Wait a minute, something is wrong!"
Voldemort had definitely controlled Harry just now, otherwise Harry would not have opened the empty door after repeated reminders.
However, the changes in Bathilda...
From the moment he walked in, Fanlin could be sure that the person in front of him was already a corpse.
But the question is, after Nagini's death, what will Voldemort replace Bathilda?
As an author of the history of magic, and well-known, he has a close relationship with Dumbledore, and even someone who is still in contact with and familiar with the Deathly Hallows, no matter from that perspective, it is impossible for Bathilda to be approached by Voldemort. .
However, there is always a hint of luck, they tried to be a step faster than Voldemort.
This is Harry’s choice. Fanlin must be respected, but now the changes in Bathilda make Fanlin a little uncertain. This dark thing looks like Bathilda’s soul, but it is very Weird...
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