Vol 2 Chapter 520: tent

Tiredness, this is everyone's first feeling.
It is also true that the night was so exhausting, even Fanlin who had no feeling for Quidditch all yelled together with the atmosphere, and after the extreme excitement, something more exciting was the vampire’s. arrival.
Strictly speaking, the night spent was too much and difficult, and Fanlin's body.
They were the last to come out. The wizards outside the venue all returned to their tents, but these tents were still dark.
This is really terrifying, those Death Eaters, this has left an indelible impression on everyone in the magic world.
The Dark Marks that appeared tonight even made them afraid to stay here. Even if they knew that these people had already left, who could guarantee that these Death Eaters would not return?
Death Eaters who absorbed vampires.
This is where no one can figure it out.
It can be said that no one can understand why these vampires have joined the camp of Death Eaters. The leaders of this previously declining organization have already died. What else can attract these dark creatures.
This is difficult to understand.
The same was true for Fanlin. Tefrey didn't explain to him why, what kind of deal was between him and Voldemort.
Partner?
It is difficult to convince Fanlin.
Tefrey was playing with fire, and this dark green flame could swallow their blood at any time.
The atmosphere is a bit solemn, the whole camp is quiet, no one will get better.
For those Quidditch players, this is undoubtedly even more desperate.
These people spoiled their holiday, the Irish team's home victory, which was originally something that the entire United Kingdom should celebrate.
However, the sudden riot took away the honor that originally belonged to them, which is undoubtedly a very sad thing.
No one will pay attention to this Quidditch, which was originally extremely topical, which was originally a good thing for both teams.
Everyone passed through the dark camp in silence, and the few lights quickly extinguished, as if they were afraid of attracting someone's attention.
Several people entered the tent. Because of the Ministry of Magic's blockade, Charlie, Percy, and Bill did not enter the ruins. They tried to enter and moved out of Mr. Weasley, but those Aurors inherited the three big bosses. Meaning, insist on stopping them outside.
"How is it?" Charlie said.
"Let's go in and talk." Mr. Weasley said.
"I saw the mark, who the is, that person..."
"A crazy guy, his believer." Mr. Weasley said quickly. He drove everyone into the tent. He still has many tasks.
After putting everyone in place, Mr. Weasley and Sirius quickly left with Percy. There were a lot of aftermath work to be done. They were all members of the Ministry of Magic.
The small dining table that was originally cozy became a little deserted.
Ginny went to the kitchen to take out some food, and lit an oil lamp on the table, which gave the originally dark small dining table a little warmer.
Everyone got a sofa for Fanlin and Hermione, they really didn't have much strength.
Fanlin's face was bitter, he just used a small part of his magic power to take out some potions, which made his body hurt.
"I'll help you." Harry said.
Fanlin shook his head, "This thing is not used by others, it has protective magic on it." Fanlin said, he wiped his chest and two bottles of dark red potion appeared from his hands.
"what is this?"
"Considering the possibility, Dumbledore helped me prepare the blood potion." Fanlin said, "However, this thing is not so delicious."
"It's really like a vampire, you people make potions..." Ginny said.
"No way, this is the best effect," Fanlin said, and then he handed a bottle of potion to Hermione.
"Drink it, it should make you better, at least tomorrow you can walk by yourself."
"I can do it now, and in my case..."
"You can't drink more of this thing, or I'll take out more." Fanlin said with a wry smile. He would drink this for many days, and it seemed that he was going to write a letter to Dumbledore.
Fan Lin shook his head, he raised his head and poured the potion down.
"This thing is really ugly..." Fan Lin Qiang suppressed his desire to vomit, and forcibly swallowed the sticky liquid in his mouth.
"You should know that this thing is for your body... Where did you get such a terrible potion..." Hermione's conversation suddenly changed. Obviously, these potions far exceeded at least they were in the responsive object. Boiled.
"Dumbledore is very good at making potions, but this taste..." Fanlin complained weakly, and now he felt that he was not well.
"But... this effect..." Hermione almost spat out, "This... this effect is still good."
Fanlin nodded. This must be admitted. These potions are much stronger than Professor Snape's potions. At least the faint fever made his body feel much better.
"This thing..." Harry sniffed the bottle, "Really...you two have worked hard."
"No way..." Fanlin shrugged.
After the small episode, the atmosphere inside the tent rose, at least they found a space where they could talk.
Until now, everyone really realizes that they are far from the bad things, at least for now.
"Hey, brother, you are really handsome." Fred joked.
"Especially that beeping..."
"??"
"Bili Bili?" Fanlin was a little dazed.
"It's just two of light colliding together. You and that old vampire face to face. That's really exciting."
"..."
If possible ~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin should now be described with a full black line.
"That is magical. If you want, I can give it to you two. This is a necessary skill. I try not to smash your two minds."
"Hey, brother, don't be so fierce." Fred patted Fanlin on the shoulder.
"We just want to compliment you. After all, not everyone can do Bilibili, right? It's like..."
"Two very large light bulbs..."
Harry said suddenly, and then Fred and George were a little confused.
"Bulb?"
"Ah..." Harry was also a little confused, he didn't understand why everyone reacted this way.
"Lighting tools in the Muggle world," Hermione said helplessly, "Harry, Fred and George have never used it."