HP Magic Biography

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Not long after, they walked out of the alley and back to the main road.

The humid air in London makes people feel depressed, but people who have lived here for a long time have no discomfort. From a distance, Fanlin saw a group of drunks singing across the street and swaying across the sidewalk.

The wand has been held in his hand, although Fanlin is not sure...

"Just ask casually, why did you choose Tottenham Court Road?" Ron asked suddenly.

"I don't know this place that suddenly came to mind, but I'm sure we will be safer in the Muggle world. They never thought we would be here."

"That's true," Ron said, and he looked around and asked, "but don't you think there is a little...too revealing here?"

"What else is there?" Hermione winced when she saw the men across the street whistling to her. "It's hard to get a room at the Broken Cauldron Bar, isn't it? Not even Grimmauld Place. Snape knows there...I think we can try to go to my parents, although I think they might find it there too...Oh, I really hope they shut up!"

"What's the matter, dear?" the most drunk of the group of drunks yelled across the street. "Want to drink something? Don't be slouched, come over and have a drink."

"Drink your sister..." Fanlin was a little angry, no matter who it was, there was no reason to say about a bunch of alcoholics.

"Oh, forget it!" Hermione said, covering Fanlin's mouth with her hand. "We have to..."

"damn it!"

"We have to find a place to sit down," Hermione said while pulling Van Lin, and Harry shouted into the street behind, "Look, it's nice here!"

Looking along Ron's finger, this is a small and run-down cafe open all night. The Formica table in the coffee shop was covered with a thin layer of grease, but at least there was no one inside.

"Wait a minute..." Fanlin frowned, waved his wand lightly, and then all the drunks on the street fell down.

"Oh, all right..." Hermione felt helpless.

"I'm just soothing and removing traces by the way..." Fanlin rubbed his nose and looked at a bunch of alcoholics who fell to the ground without knowing why, "We can go in."

Harry sneaked into a small cabinet first, Ron sat next to him, Hermione was facing Harry, and Fanlin finally entered.

Hermione was sitting with her back to the entrance, in fact she didn't like this seat, she kept looking around, as if ready to leave at any time. Harry didn't want to just sit there, the continuous walking just now made him think they seemed to have a goal. Under the invisibility cloak, he could feel that the last effect of the compound decoction was disappearing, and his hands began to slowly return to their original state.

He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on again.

After a minute or two, Ron said, "You know, we're not far from the Broken Cauldron Bar, it's at Charlie Cross..."

"Ron, we can't do that!" Hermione interrupted him immediately. "We can't stay here either, we have to know what happened!"

"Of course we know what happened! Voldemort has controlled the Ministry of Magic, what else do we need to know?"

"Okay, okay, I just made a suggestion!" They fell silent again. A waitress chewing gum came slowly, and Hermione ordered three cappuccinos.

Harry is invisible, it would be weird to order him too.

"Don't be so silent, maybe things are not as bad as you think. The Death Eaters just discovered one of our strongholds. This in itself is something to be prepared for, but it came a bit suddenly." Fanlin knocked on the table , "Did any of you see Sirius when you left?"

"He was with Remus," Harry said immediately, "but I didn't see him afterwards..."

"I think Sirius should still be in the Burrow. At this time, the magic circle has been destroyed. It is impossible for everyone to stay... We must find a way to restore communication..."

"Yes!" Hermione said. At this moment, two burly workers walked into the cafe and walked into the cubicle next to her. Hermione immediately lowered her voice: "I suggest we find a remote place. Apparition at the spot, and then walk to the suburbs. We can report to the Order of the Phoenix as soon as we get there."

"Can you let the patron saint speak?" Ron asked.

"No problem, as long as they don't go abroad in one breath, I hope they will bring my gold coins!" Fanlin said.

"Well, as long as that doesn't cause them trouble, God knows if they are caught now. Oh my God, this coffee is disgusting." Ron took a sip of the foamy gray coffee. The waitress heard Ron's words, gave him a ferocious look, and hurried to greet the new customer.

Fan Lin slowly leaned on the back of the chair. Inadvertently, Fan Lin saw the blond, stronger-looking guy among the two workers waving away the waitress.

She looked at them as if being insulted.

Worker, come to the coffee shop?

This is really a bit inconsistent, at this time the pub is obviously more popular!

"Then, let's go. I don't want to drink this stuff anymore," Ron said. "Hermione, do you have Muggle money with you to pay the bill?"

"Of course, before I went to the Burrow, I withdrew all my savings from the Housing and Construction Association. I bet I lost a lot when I withdrew." Hermione sighed and put her hand in her beaded handbag .

"Wait a minute!" Fanlin held Hermione's hand, "Opposite...I mean, they didn't order Hermione coffee!"

"Nothing?" Hermione was taken aback for a moment.

With such a stunned effort, the two workers suddenly rushed over together.

"Harry!" Fanlin yelled, without much communication. Almost at the same time, Harry, Hermione, and Fanlin drew their wands.

"Faint!" Harry shouted while hiding under the invisibility cloak. Obviously, the two Death Eaters hadn't expected that there was one beside him.

The red light from the wand hit the tall blond Death Eater in the face, and he slowly fell unconscious.

"Oh, **** it!" Fanlin shook his wand a little frustratedly. As soon as he used any attack magic, Fanlin felt that his body was about to expand.

The injuries left over from the previous few days forced Fan Lin to stop fighting honestly.

As a last resort, Fanlin waved vigorously, and the table board that was still placed in front of them flew out towards another Death Eater.

The Death Eater didn't know where the coma spell came from, but this didn't prevent him from attacking.

Sideways dodge the table board, and then shook it smoothly, a black rope tied Ron to the ground firmly.

The waitress screamed and fled to the door. Harry aimed at the face of the Death Eater who had bound Ron and cast a coma spell. It didn't hit. The magic reflected on the glass and put the waitress down. In front of the door.

Fanlin kept pulling Hermione back, and tried to interfere with him with tables and chairs, but this didn't have a very good effect, and the more powerful magic Fanlin couldn't use it now.

"Boom! Boom!" The Death Eater shouted, and as soon as he raised his hand, he shattered the oncoming tables and chairs. The metal table was mixed with blasting curses, and the huge impact knocked Harry out.

"Damn... Shen Feng..."

"All petrified!" Hermione suddenly stood up, and from behind Fanlin, a spell accurately hit him.

The Death Eater was like a statue, and suddenly fell to the ground with a smash of broken porcelain, tables, and sprayed coffee.

"Are you okay..." Fanlin asked quickly, seeing the girl's body trembling.

"It's okay! I'm fine!" Hermione said, and Harry quickly got up from the ground.

"Your situation is worse than I thought."

"The body is a little frustrated, there is a problem with the flow of magical power, and some places are held back." Fanlin smiled bitterly, "Come on, Hermione..."

Fanlin pointed to Ron on the ground.

"Split." Hermione pointed at Ron with her wand, but accidentally cut a deep cut in the knee of Ron's jeans, and Ron moaned in pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron, my hands are shaking! Torn apart!" The tightly tied rope suddenly fell apart, and Ron stood up and shook his numb arm. Harry picked up his wand and climbed over the ruins to the stunned Death Eater.

"I should have recognized him long ago. He was there the night Professor Dumbledore was murdered," Harry said fiercely. He walked over to the longer, darker Death Eater, whose eyes quickly scanned among the three of them.

"That's Duluha," Fanlin said, "I saw this face on an old reward order. The big man is Sophie Lyle and Azkaban's wanted man."

"I don't care what they are called!" Hermione said hysterically. "How did they find us? Where else can we go?"

"Trust me, believe me!" Fanlin quickly took Hermione with one hand, "Wait a minute, Harry, quickly lock the door, and you, Ron, you put out the light."

Fanlin suddenly said that when he came, he had to endure the discomfort and had erased a lot of traces. Is it because of the damage to his strength?

Fanlin looked down at Duluha, who was lying on the ground, his brain running like a ticking clock.

Ron used the light extinguisher to plunge the cafe into darkness, and the drunk man across the street got up again, drank too much, and fell somersault is normal.

Obviously, everything that broke out here did not spread to the outside.

"What are we going to do with them?" Ron whispered to Harry in the dark. He lowered his voice and said, "Kill them? Otherwise we will be killed. They almost Got it!"

Hermione shivered and took a step back.

"We just need to erase their memories," Fan Lin said, shaking his head. "If we kill them, I promise, I want to do it, but for sure, their Dark Mark will work immediately. Then, it's not just two people. They saw Harry."

"Well, you have the final say," Ron nodded, sounding greatly relieved. "But I have never used a memory spell"

"I will!" Fanlin said, trying to hold his wands against the two foreheads.

"Come on, you are not suitable for you now!" Hermione said, "Although I haven't used it, I know the principle..."

Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself down, and pointed her magic wand at Duluha's forehead, "Forget it all!"

Duluha's eyes immediately became loose and hollow.

"So smart!" Harry patted her on the back. "I and Ron clean up the mess. You and Fanlin should be optimistic about the Death Eater and the waiter."

"Clean up?" Ron looked at the cafe that had been mostly destroyed. "Why clean up?"

"If you wake up and find yourself in a place that seems to have been bombed just now, don't you want to know what happened?" Fanlin said helplessly, putting the wand back in his pocket again.

"Oh, that's right..." Ron took a lot of effort before pulling his wand out of his pocket. "No wonder I can't pull it out, these **** jeans are getting smaller."

"Maybe it's not necessarily because you get fat," Harry said jokingly.

"correct!"

After the cafe was restored, they carried the Death Eaters back to the cubicle and let them sit face to face.

"But how did they find us?" Hermione asked, looking at the two unconscious Death Eaters.

"Maybe it's my problem," Fanlin frowned, "Maybe it's spatial fluctuations..."

"Not everyone can do this, at least these two can't..." Hermione said in an interface, "So... how do they know we are here?"

"You... do you think you still have that mark on you, Harry?"

"It's impossible," Fanlin said. "According to the laws of witchcraft, the imprint will expire at the age of seventeen. It is impossible for an adult to have that imprint."

"So you think," Hermione said. "Is it possible for those Death Eaters to find a way to put it in an adult?"

"Harry hasn't approached a Death Eater in the last twenty-four hours. Who would put the mark on him again?" Ron asked, "We have been receiving guests."

Hermione didn't answer. Harry was a little shaken: did the Death Eaters really find them like this?

"Wait, Ministry of Magic..." Fanlin suddenly thought of something, "Scrimgeour is dead, and the Death Eaters took over the monitoring system of the Ministry of Magic naturally."

"So, we will be discovered when we use magic?"

"Yes, except in places with weak surveillance, but London's downtown area is obviously not like this." Fanlin said, "outskirts, or other places that the Ministry of Magic cannot monitor."

"Hey, brother, we need a hiding place," Ron said. "So that we can think clearly about the ins and outs of things."

"Grimaud Square," Harry said suddenly.

"But hasn't it been abandoned, unless you want to see Snape." Hermione refused unceremoniously.

"Ron's dad said that they have set up a curse against him... and even if they haven't set it," he strengthened his tone, because Hermione was about to refute, "what else? I swear, I can't wait to see Sze Nep side!"

"but……"

"Hermione~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Where else can we go? This is our only choice now. Snape is just a Death Eater. And if I have a mark on my body, there will be a lot of food wherever we go. The dead followed."

"Let's go wherever, I can also inform Sirius." Fanlin rubbed his temples, "The Curse of the Scarlet Fidelity is not that easy to break, let alone..."

"What's more?"

"Nothing, there shouldn't be a problem somewhere." Fanlin shook his head, "Let's go."

Although Hermione still seemed to want to refute, she didn't speak after all. Hermione opened the door of the cafe silently, and Ron turned the lights on again with the light extinguisher.

Then, Harry counted three times, and together they lifted the spells on the three poor creatures. While the waitress and Death Eaters were still turning over sleepily, the four apparated and disappeared once again in the depressive. In the darkness.

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