Vol 2 Chapter 1279:

"Harry, it's okay, wake up, wake up!"
In the blur, Fanlin’s voice rang in Harry’s ears, which gave Harry’s brain a brief period of clarity, like a force. Harry struggled hard, and there was a painful burst of pain in his mouth. Moans.
He is Harry... Harry, not Voldemort...
Harry's mind kept repeating, the black mist, the blood-red python, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes...
"I...I am not..."
As if waking up from a nightmare, Harry sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, air sucking into his chest, pain like a needle stick.
"Harry," Fanlin's face was very pale. He looked at Harry with concern. In fact, he was stronger than Harry. Fanlin's body was stronger. Nagini didn't make him look like Harry. Broke a few bones.
But it's not much better. There is no way to avoid bone fractures, and the internal bleeding caused by the violent concussion also brings a lot of trouble to Fanlin.
"Do you feel... okay?" Hermione stepped up and asked with concern.
"Yes," Harry was startled by his own voice, "I feel... okay..."
Now the three of them were back in the tent, and Harry was lying on the lower bunk, covered with a pile of blankets.
Fanlin was sitting next to him, the blood on the corners of his mouth had been cleaned up, but the bandage wrapped tightly around Fanlin's upper body surprised Harry because Harry noticed that the position of Fanlin's left lower abdomen was red.
After a while, Harry remembered.
The snake... it was attacking itself, and then Fanlin rushed up to stop it, but was pulled out by the snake's tail and a wooden thorn penetrated...
"How are you..." Harry wanted to sit up nervously, but the subsequent sharp pain made Harry realize the reality.
Both of them...are almost miserable, aren't they?
"Oh, don't worry about me..." Fanlin said laboriously. The feeling of being strangled by Nagini with his body is not very good. Even with the support of bones, Fanlin feels that his chest is still a little collapsed. Look like.
Hermione choked softly, as if afraid to disturb them both.
Harry judged from the surrounding silence and the light from the top of the canvas tent that it was almost dawn. He was sweaty all over, even on the sheets and blankets.
"We escaped."
"Yes," Fanlin said. "Hermione used the hovering spell to put you on the bed. Sorry, I can't pick you up, because I was also brought in by Hermione... You fell into a coma when you came back, and I took the potion I drank it hard, but I am not sure of the effect. Hermione just helped you simply treat the wound..."
Harry then noticed that his body was also covered with white bandages, like a corset, which made Harry breathless.
"Stop talking," Hermione wiped a tear and walked up, holding a blood-stained sponge in her hand. It was obvious that Hermione was helping him deal with the dirty blood just now.
"You were sick just now," Hermione said with her head down. "Very sick."
"When did we leave there?"
"A few hours ago, it's almost morning now." Fanlin said, "He didn't catch up..."
"Did you see him too?"
"No," Fanlin said, "but the magic is not fake, it is the magic he left behind."
"Well...was I just... delirious?" Harry tried to ask.
"Not exactly," Hermione said difficultly, "you've been yelling or moaning or..."
Hermione's tone of voice made Harry feel very uneasy.
What did he just do? Shouting spells like Voldemort, or howling like a baby in a stroller?
"Sorry, Harry..." Fanlin twitched his mouth and squeezed out a somewhat reluctant smile, "You know, your mood is very unstable, I'm afraid he might follow your mind, so I can't Don't wake you up."
"I should thank you, Fanlin..." Harry said, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."
"So, what did you see?"
"That valley... he..." Harry stopped here, but from the expression on Harry's face, Fanlin probably knew what Harry had seen.
It was the night the Potters were killed, and this should be Voldemort's first perspective.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to..."
"It's okay, Harry... you don't have to apologize to me..."
"But, this is indeed my fault. We shouldn't go to Gochuk Valley. It is my fault. It is all my fault. Fanlin, Hermione...I...I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault! I want to go, too. I really thought Dumbledore had left the sword there for you." Hermione said quickly.
"Yeah, um... we got it wrong, didn't we?"
"Harry, what happened? What happened after you two went up the stairs? Did the snake hide somewhere? Did it come out immediately and kill her and attack you?"
"Bahida is the snake... or the snake is her... it's all the same." Fanlin said helplessly. In fact, it didn't take long for him to wake up completely. The injury made Fanlin's spirit become stronger. In a trance, there is no way to even cast magic.
"Wh...what?" Hermione said incredulously.
Harry closed his eyes somewhat.
Now he could still smell Bathilda's house on himself, which made the whole thing terrifyingly clear.
"Bahida must have been dead for a while, the snake is in... her body. The mysterious man placed it in the Gochuk Valley and waited for us, Fanlin...you are right, he knows I will go back ."
"Snake in her body?"
Harry opened his eyes again, and Hermione looked disgusted and sick.
"There are magics in this world that we can't imagine." Fanlin said in an interface, "Furthermore, the snake hides perfectly, like a living person. Perhaps it was Voldemort's use of magic, from the past time. Draw Nagini out and rebirth with the blood of Bathilda..."
This made Harry feel a bit of a chill, and he thought of the snake coming out of his body, but Hermione didn't need to know such details.
"Yes, she deformed, turned into a snake, and attacked us." He lowered his head and looked at the wound. "Fanlin wanted to stop it, but it was surprisingly powerful. Fortunately, it was not meant to kill. I just hold back and wait for the mysterious person to come."
Harry's head began to swell, and the bad feeling grew deeper and deeper. Sometimes Harry couldn't even tell who he was, Harry Potter... or Voldemort?
"So, that's Nagini?"
"I can be sure," Fanlin said. "Apart from Nagini, I can't think of anything worthy of Voldemort's magic."
"But...didn't it be killed by you, as you said, with the calendar fire curse... under the calendar fire curse, it should have no bones left."
"So, this is my headache," Fanlin said bitterly, "Voldemort has completed him, a successful experiment..."
"experiment?"
"Yes." Fanlin nodded, and Harry noticed the parchment scroll in Fanlin's hand.
"That's it... Although I haven't fully understood what Voldemort did at the Ministry of Magic, but roughly, I already understand..." Fanlin said, "Now, Voldemort has the ability to plunder life from the past. Ability, this may require some medium, because this magic is born out of the skeletal resurrection technique, but Voldemort is still alive, and Nagini as his carrier in Albania, this is not difficult to do."
"Resurrection?" Harry opened his mouth wide, "but...this...why?"
"Maybe it's an experiment." Fanlin said, "Nagini is not the end. He may want something else."
"Dead..." Hermione quickly covered her mouth. Hermione couldn't accept the power of this magic.
No wizard has ever done it. Even if it’s a simple creature, maybe a wizard can transform it into something like an undead, but it has never said that any creature can come to life completely, especially never. To some changes.
This is beyond the scope of magic, just like you can never change something with your bare hands, because this is unreasonable in itself, no matter in terms of space or time, and it also involves life.
"What do you want to say, Hermione?"
"I mean...it's only God...I mean..." Hermione was a little incoherent. "This is so crazy, I can't imagine it."
"So..." Harry hesitated, "I talked with Dumbledore, you know Fanlin, we first guessed that Nagini might be Voldemort's Horcrux, but it was killed by you..."
"What do you want to say?"
"Now he is alive..." Harry recalled the blood-red figure, the stout snaketail...
"You said, would Voldemort make Nagini a Horcrux?"
"I don't know, at least, not now." Fanlin said, "However, I think it is very possible. After all, Nagini is of great significance to Voldemort, and it is a sign that he completely asks for death..."
"So, have seven Horcruxes together now?" Harry asked.
Fanlin was taken aback for a moment, "What do you know, Harry?"
"I just think Nagini should be a Horcrux, plus Hefpaff's golden cup, there is something unknown..."
"Unknown?"
"Yes, I probably felt..." Harry said, "In a cave, different from where Regulus was buried, I mean, for a moment, I was there, but it was very I will soon be expelled, I promise, I was not in the capacity of Voldemort at the time."
"That's eight... I mean, seven Horcruxes?" Fanlin moved the corners of his mouth to laugh, but the pain from the wound made his face paler.
"How are you?"
"It's okay, I've drunk potions." Fanlin said.
"Oh, you should rest..." Harry felt the heat in his body, and Hermione took all his bones back.
Now that the effect of the medicine was evaporating, Harry felt he could get better, he struggled to sit up.
"Oh, Harry, don't move, you need to rest!"
"The one who needs to rest is you. I have no intention of offending, but you and Fanlin look terrible. I don't have any problems now. I'm on duty. Where is my wand?"
Hermione didn't answer, but looked at him, which surprised Harry a little.
"Where is my wand, Hermione?"
She bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears.
"Harry..."
"Where is my wand?"
She fumbled around the bed and handed him the wand. The wand of holly wood and phoenix hair almost became two pieces. A fragile phoenix tail feather connects the two segments, and the wood between the two segments has long been completely split.
Harry held it in his hand, thinking it seemed to be a badly injured creature. He couldn't think normally, everything was blurred by panic and fear.
He handed the wand to Hermione "Please fix it for me."
"Harry, I think, when it broke like this..."
"Please fix it, Hermione, try it!"
"Resume...recover as before!" The wand still dangling.
Harry raised up the "fluorescence flash!" A spark came out weakly from the wand, and then went out.
Ha used it to point to Hermione. "Except your weapon!" Hermione's wand moved, but did not let go. These slight spells had exceeded the power of Harry's wand, and it broke into two segments.
He stared, with a frightened appearance, couldn't believe what he saw...this magic wand that has been through so many catastrophes...
"Harry," Hermione said very quietly, Harry could barely hear her talking, "I'm very, very sorry. I think I did it. When we left, you know, the snake came after it, so I chanted an explosive spell, and the spell was bombarded everywhere, I think it must...it must have hit..."
"This is an accident," Harry said with his head down. He felt as if completely hollowed out, almost fainting.
"We will... we will find a way to fix it..."
"Harry, I don't think we can fix it," Hermione said, tears from her face. "Remember...Remember Ron? He broke his wand when he drove into it. He couldn't fix it anymore. He could only buy another one."
Harry thought of Ollivander, he was kidnapped by Voldemort as a hostage, and Grigovich, he is now dead, how could he find a new wand?
"You can use my magic wand for now..." Fanlin said with some embarrassment~EbookFREE.me~ Although this may not be very useful, you can use it to defend yourself temporarily. Dumbledore gave it to me. Yes, it's also holly wood, but it uses dragon nerves, which is 95 inches harder..."
"Oh, okay..." Harry's mechanical answerer took the wand over.
"Relax, Harry, my wand has never been broken." Fanlin said, "If conditions permit, we can make one, just like the wand made by alchemy that I use now. You know, I am Nicole May’s student."
Harry's eyes lit up, it seemed...
"Okay!" Harry said, trying to become more energetic. "Now Voldemort doesn't have to consider the effect of the twin wand."
"Anyway, he doesn't have his own wand, because he can't use his wand against you. This is good news, Harry, maybe you can be surprised..."
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