HP Magic Biography

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After a few seconds, Fanlin felt that he could breathe again.

The feeling of being apparated by someone was not very good, especially when four people were huddled together, Fanlin felt that someone had stepped his foot on his chest before, but the trance disappeared again.

I opened my eyes and saw that they were standing in the middle of a familiar and simple square, surrounded by shaky old houses.

As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, although it is said to be a bit desolate, it is indeed a good choice, especially after Sirius came back, the natural protection of the Black family seems to be prepared for this.

However, since Snape's betrayal, this place has been unanimously voted and discarded.

The Order of the Phoenix cannot pin the comfort of the entire organization on a spell that has failed.

Relying on their memory, they found Number 12 in no time, because the confidentiality Dumbledore had told them the location of the house. They rushed there, carefully checking whether anyone was following them along the way. They ran up the stone steps, and Ha knocked on the front door with his wand.

After a series of metal clicks and chain clicks, the door creaked open and four people walked in. As Harry closed the door, those old-fashioned gas lamps suddenly lit up, and the flickering light lit the corridor.

The house was exactly the same as they remembered. It was grotesque and covered with cobwebs. The heads of elves hung on the walls cast strange shadows on the stairs. The long black curtain covered the portrait of Sirius' mother.

The only thing that wasn't in place was the umbrella stand on which the monster was sitting on its legs. It fell silently to one side, as if Tonks knocked it down again.

Facts have proved that the cleaning activities organized by Mrs. Weasley are useless.

After abandoning this place, even Sirius was reluctant to return to this house.

"I think someone has been here," Hermione whispered, pointing to it.

"Oh, I seem to have heard Moody's." Fanlin said, "Apart from Kreacher, only Moody's and the others have been here."

"What did they use to deal with Snape's curse?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps waiting for him to show those evil spells?" Ron said. They were always close together, standing on the doormat at the door, with their backs against the door, not daring to enter the house.

"Oh, please, we can't stop here," Harry said, and took a step forward.

"Severus Snape?" Mad-Eye Moody's voice came out from the darkness in a low voice, and Harry jumped a step backward in fright.

"We're not Snape!" Harry replied before a rush of air-conditioning, almost before his tongue was twisted. In an instant, his tongue returned to normal. Ron and Hermione seemed to have experienced such unpleasant feelings.

"Hey, you should rest assured!" Fanlin said, and took the cloak back. Obviously, it is more practical to use the magic on the cloak in this case.

To be honest, Fanlin felt that he was a little weak, which made him uncomfortable...

"That Ken... must be... mad... the knot set by the mad eye for Snape... the tongue curse!" Hermione said grievously, as if to vomit it out.

"This is very useful and can effectively organize wizards to use magic."

"But, it's a bit too uncomfortable." Fanlin tapped her wand on Hermione's throat. For the first time, it was necessary to trace back to the source to release a magic.

Harry took another step forward carefully.

Suddenly, something began to move in the shadows at the end of the corridor. They hadn't realized what was going on. A terrifying tall gray-brown figure suddenly rose from the carpet; Hermione screamed, and Mrs. Black screamed. She also lifted her curtains; the gray figure slid towards them, faster and faster, her waist-length hair and beard fluttered behind her, her face deeply sunken inward, no flesh, hollow eye sockets... so familiar , But so unfamiliar, he raised an arm, blue and black cracks on his blue palm.

"No!" Harry cried, and he raised his wand, but didn't know what spell to use. "No! It's not us! We didn't kill you..."

As soon as it said killing characters, the figure exploded on its own, leaving only a large dust.

Harry coughed and looked around with tears, while Hermione curled up all over, seemingly unable to stop crying for a while.

This surprised Fanlin, he didn't know whether to laugh or what to do.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore was indeed dead, but for Fanlin, the result did not seem to be so unacceptable, and now, Moody had arranged Dumbledore's illusion to deal with the possibility of Snape.

I have to admit that if Snape really betrayed them, it would definitely shock him, and the illusion was more than just an explosion.

In a flash, Fanlin clearly caught the other curses, the curse of aging and even death, and they were far from reaching the trigger conditions.

But what about Snape?

If the Dark Lord is forced to his head, for the sake of planning, it is not safe here.

In fact, many times Fanlin was a little uncertain whether Snape had betrayed them.

Dumbledore's plan to die...

"Okay...okay...he has disappeared...disappeared..." Fanlin embraced Hermione and buried her nose in Hermione's hair.

Mrs. Black was still screaming, and the dust with the blue light of the gas lamp coiled around Harry like a mist.

"Mudbloods, dirty things, shameful stains, shameful stains in the houses of my ancestors..."

"Shut up!" Harry roared and pointed his wand straight at her. With a loud bang and a red spark, the curtain closed immediately and the sound disappeared.

"That...that's..." Ron asked quietly when he recovered from the ground and got up from the ground.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry said, "but that's not really him, it's just something to scare Snape."

"But does that really work?"

Harry didn't know, could Snape really blow up this terrible figure easily? Like killing the real Dumbledore?

"It's useful, there are other magic behind this, but what trigger conditions should be met..." Fanlin said, holding Hermione's hand tightly.

"The condition is Snape?" Ron asked carefully.

Fanlin nodded.

This made Harry very uncomfortable. His nerves were still tingling. Harry walked in front of the hall and walked towards the hall. Since Fanlin was briefly abolished, Harry has become the strongest combat power. Lee had to be alert for the emergence of new terrorist events, but in fact nothing happened except for a mouse passing over the skirting board.

"Before we continue going inside, I think we'd better check it," Hermione whispered, and she raised her wand and said, "All things are revealed!"

Nothing happened.

"Oh, you must be terrified," Ron shrugged indifferently. "Don't be too nervous, what's the use?"

"It can do what I want it to do!" Hermione said quite angrily. "That's a spell to show the hidden person, and there is no one but us here!"

"In addition to us, there is old dust," Ron glanced at the patch on the carpet, from where the corpse-like figure just rose.

"Oh, let's go upstairs." Hermione looked at the place with some fear, which made the girl feel a little scalp numb. "Shall we go back to our room?"

She took the lead up the creaking stairs to the living room on the second floor. Hermione was trembling slightly in this breezy room. Waving her magic wand to light up those old-fashioned gas lamps, she sank into the sofa and hugged her arms tightly on her chest.

Fanlin walked across the living room to the window and opened the heavy velvet curtain.

"There is no one outside," Fanlin observed carefully, "It seems that there should be no marks on Harry, otherwise they would have followed by now, but...what's wrong with you, Harry?"

Fan Lin called out suddenly.

Harry screamed in pain, his scar was burning again, and something flashed through his mind like a light on the water. He saw a huge shadow and felt a burst of fury that did not belong to him, as violent and short as an electric shock.

"What did you see?" Fanlin frowned and walked towards Harry. "Did you see him at my house?"

"No, I just feel angry... he is really angry..."

"He may be in the Burrow," Ron said loudly in a panic. "What else? What else do you see? Is he casting a spell on someone?"

"No, I just feel angry... I can't tell..."

Harry felt like he was being forced to confess. He was very confused, but Hermione couldn't help him either. She just worriedly said, "Your scar is hurting again? How could this happen? I thought that connection had already been closed! "

"It's just been closed for a while," Harry murmured, his scar still hurting, which made it difficult for him to concentrate. "I...I think this connection will open whenever he loses control. This is him. before……"

"But you have to close your brain!" Hermione shrieked. "Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to use that connection, he wants you to close it, so you should use Occlumency! Otherwise, Voldemort can put some fake images in your mind, do you remember... "

"Yes, I remember, thank you," Harry gritted his teeth; he didn't need Hermione to remind him that Voldemort used this connection to lure him into a trap, let alone remind him that it once put everyone in danger. .

He wished he hadn't told them what he saw and felt... which made Voldemort even more dangerous.

Harry pressed the scar tightly against the window of the room, but it was still painful. He endured the pain, as if forcing himself to resist the nausea.

Harry turned around, turned his back to Fanlin and the others, pretending to check an old tapestry hanging on the wall... there was a family tree diagram of the Black family on it.

At this moment Hermione screamed, and Harry raised his wand and looked around, only to see a silver patron saint floating in from the living room window and falling on the floor in front of them, turning into a weasel, using Ron's father's voice said: "Family is safe, don't reply, we are being monitored, Sirius will come to you."

The patron saint dissipated, and Ron made a sound between whimpering and groaning, and fell heavily on the sofa.

Relieved, at least, this is good news.

"Fortunately, they are safe!" Ron said tremblingly.

Harry sighed and thought of Ginny.

If something happened to Ginny, Harry didn't even know what to do.

"I...I go to the toilet," Harry muttered with a long breath, and walked out of the room as quickly as possible.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the intense dizziness became more intense. Harry felt his mind was spinning, as if he was constantly wandering back and forth between the virtual and the reality, which made Harry a little untouchable. Clear the way out.

But the road to the toilet has never been longer.

Harry finally fastened the door of the toilet with a trembling hand, hugged and then hugged his about to split head and fell to the ground. Then a burst of violent pain struck, something he had never experienced before that did not belong to His fury took over his soul, he saw a long narrow room illuminated by fire, a tall blond Death Eater fell to the ground, screaming and rolling, and a smaller figure stood with a magic wand. Before him, at this moment, an arrogant, cold, cruel voice came from Harry's mouth.

"Do you have anything else to say, Lyle, should we stop here and send you to the altar? Then give you to the monsters? Lord Voldemort may not forgive you again this time... Now, did you call me back to tell me that Harry Potter escaped again? Draco, let Lyle have a taste of what it's like to upset us... Let him have a taste~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Or you can come and **** anger!"

Suddenly, it was as if a piece of wood had fallen into the fire. The flames soared, and the fire fell on a frightened, pale face... That face seemed to have been immersed in deep water, and Draco's face was pale. It was oozing, and for a moment, Harry felt as if his eyes were stinged, and Draco awoke him.

Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Harry lay spread out on the cold black marble floor, his nose just inches from the tail of the silver viper supporting the large bathtub. He sat up, Malfoy's haggard and sluggish face seemed to emerge before his eyes. Harry felt sick, because of what he had seen and how Draco was now being driven by Voldemort.

There was a quick knock on the door, and Harry heard Fanlin's voice and jumped up.

"Harry, how are you, how are you, all your things are with me..."

"Okay, okay, thank you," he opened the door, trying to get his voice back to normal.

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