HP Magic Biography

"What is this?"

Harry stepped back with some horror, looking at the sharply twisted figure that emerged from Bathilda's limp body.

Those dark, unidentified objects fell drop by drop on Bathilda's body like a liquid and disappeared.

Not so much as if something had been drilled out, Harry felt more like a spring in front of him.

Will the Gryffindor sword emerge from Bathilda's body?

Involuntarily, Harry hit a sharp spirit, and the cold touch opened every pore of Harry. Upon closer inspection, a black mist entangled Harry's body for unknown time.

Harry took a sharp step back, but it was like a signal.

The black spring continued to bulge out, and then under the gazes of Fanlin and Harry, it turned blood red almost instantly. A strong blood mixed with the smell of corruption in the room immediately rushed. Into the nostrils of the two.

Then, without warning, a blood-red python rushed out of the spring, as if it had absorbed all of Bathilda’s power in an instant, visible to the naked eye, Bathilda’s corpse was like The punctured ball shrivelled.

Before he could think about it, Fanlin rushed out almost as soon as the python moved, a white shadow flashed in between, and Fanlin's claws slapped heavily on the blood-red python's head.

However, it turns out that although the cat form of Animagus strengthens Fanlin's speed and power, but due to his own species, the Animagus state brings more to Fanlin. It is the increase in speed, response, agility, etc. For strength...

Cats never get trouble with giant pythons, don't they, especially at the moment they are not serious pythons.

At the moment of contact, the detection from the spirit suddenly became alarm bells, and I did not see how much damage I caused. The blood-red python was only slightly blocked. Then, its tail was drawn like a whip. On Fanlin's body.

To describe it, it felt like being hit by a high-speed car. There was no resistance at all. With the pain, Fanlin hit the wall on the left side of the house faster.

"Farlin!" Harry yelled, trying to rush out, but the python in the form of Bathilda did not give Harry this opportunity. It shook its head, and then continued rushing towards Harry with its mouth open.

Harry held the wand in his hand, but just as he raised it, he was bitten by the snake. The powerful bite on his forearm caused his wand to fly to the ceiling.

The spinning wand radiated light to make the room dizzy, and then with a pop, the light went out.

Darkness once again shrouded this small space, and it was purer than before, completely dark, without a trace of light.

Next, the giant python did not attack Fanlin, its tail swiftly swept Harry’s abdomen, which almost made Harry unable to breathe. Immediately, Harry knew how much Fanlin had suffered. Harry felt His ribs were all swept off.

A huge force caused Harry to completely lose his balance, and his body was thrown out uncontrollably, and the cordial contact with the wall made a loud noise. Then, he fell on the table full of clothes again, and fell into the dirt. Inside of clothes...

However, the python did not stop attacking.

Enduring the pain, Harry tried his best not to faint, and rolled aside on the table, barely avoiding the snake's tail brushing over again. When Harry hit the ground, the glass shards fell like rain.

"Get away!" In the vagueness, Harry heard Fanlin's roar, and then a handful of something that didn't know whether it was blood or liquid splashed on his face and mixed with the warm liquid in his nostrils. , The smell of blood is everywhere.

The violent magical shock made the house light up for a short time. The giant python finally escaped from Bathilda's body and flung out. Now, besides Bathilda's clothes, there is nothing about Bathilda on the ground. Objects.

Fanlin was holding his abdomen with one hand. The **** python almost broke his spine just now. If it wasn't for Fanlin's body bones mixed with chains of unknown materials, Fanlin would not doubt that he was in anima In Gus form, he will be killed on the spot.

But now it's not much better. Fanlin felt that his bones were cracked, his internal organs seemed to be mixed together, and a long wooden thorn penetrated his lower abdomen from the side...

As if hearing the movement upstairs, Hermione rushed upstairs yelling two people's names.

Fanlin barely had time to breathe in enough air to answer Hermione's shout. The blood-red python saw that he had come into contact with the Animagus form and immediately gave up on hunting Harry.

Before he could see clearly, Fanlin was almost unable to make a judgment when his brain was hypoxic.

Suddenly, a heavy and slippery object hit Fanlin to the floor and slid vigorously across his body. Then, the cold body of the giant python wrapped around Fanlin's body, blood-red skin and Fanlin's body. The magic cloak made a corrosive sound.

"No!" Fanlin said, panting hard, now Fanlin only felt that his chest was about to be compressed.

"Ha... Harry..." Fanlin cried in a low voice, but Harry didn't seem to hear it. In the darkness, Harry fumbled with his wand to help Fanlin, but Harry had almost no energy. stand up.

"The wand... the wand flies..."

Mixed with gasping sounds, like a broken bellows, the ribs seemed to pierce Harry's lungs.

Sadly, nothing happened, Harry couldn't concentrate and the spell failed.

"Come... help..." Fan Lin said laboriously. Now he can only use his hands to prevent the snake from getting tighter and tighter on his body. The air in his lungs is about to be squeezed out. The squirming thing was only a few inches away from his neck, and now Fanlin's mind was full of cold white light, all consciousness was annihilated, his breathing gradually weakened, only the sound of footsteps in the distance, everything was moving away from him Go away...

The heart in the chest didn't seem to be beating, as if he had fallen into an illusion. Fanlin saw that Harry had also fallen, and then Hermione, Hermione...

I don't know when, like a few seconds, or a lifetime, the python that sprang out of Bathilda's body has released him.

Perhaps Fanlin's death was confirmed, or did Voldemort need to live?

Fanlin struggled to get up, seeing the snake about to attack Hermione by the glimmer of light downstairs.

Hermione screamed and jumped to the side. Her shattering curse hit the window with the curtains. The window was immediately smashed into pieces, and the cold air outside immediately filled the room.

Snow flew in in a whirl, and it was Christmas, and it was snowing outside.

Consciousness is gradually returning to Fanlin's body, and with it, more intense pain continues to transmit dangerous signals from every inch of Fanlin's body to his brain.

Fanlin hurriedly dodged another burst of glass slag. As soon as he took a step, Fanlin kicked something.

Harry was struggling to stand up, Fanlin noticed the wand at his feet, and kicked Harry over.

At this moment, the blood-red python was beating around the room with its tail.

Now Fanlin couldn't see where Hermione was, which made Fanlin couldn't help but think of the worst result.

Suddenly, with a loud noise, a red light flashed and flew in from the corridor. The aftermath of the blasting spell threw the snake up, and then flew to the ceiling in circles.

Harry seemed to be fully awake as well. He raised his wand. At that moment, Harry's scar began to ache sharply, more painful than any time before so many years.

"He's coming! He's coming!" When Harry yelled, the snake fell down, sizzling wildly, and knocked down the shelf against the wall, fragments of porcelain flying everywhere. , Everything is in a mess.

Hermione rushed in again.

Like an explosion of potential, Fanlin stepped forward regardless of the blood lost from the wound, and then firmly grasped the black shadow. He knew it was Hermione.

"We have to get out of here!" Harry screamed.

Fanlin realized what Harry meant, but the snake straightened up again.

There was a strong blood qi spreading in the blood-red body, and Fanlin only noticed the difference of the snake, which can be said to be more ferocious. The snake's head was covered with thick cuticles, like iron armor, wrapping the snake's head.

This is not a Horcrux.

Fanlin can conclude, but what can be confirmed, it is Nagini's body.

But Fanlin knew that something more terrifying than a snake was coming, and maybe it had already reached the door.

At this moment, Harry's headache was about to explode from the scar.

Involuntarily, Fanlin dragged Hermione and Harry to avoid by running and jumping. The snake made a loud noise and was about to attack them again.

Hermione screamed, "There are so many obstacles!"

Her spell flew across the room, exploding the dressing mirror of the big wardrobe, and shards flying behind them.

Harry felt the heat wave scorched the back of his hand, and the shard cut his cheek. They jumped from the bed to the broken table and then jumped out of the glassless window.

When they were in the air, they could even hear Hermione’s scream echoing in the night...

Then Harry’s scars were about to explode. He was Voldemort. He ran across the smelly room. He clutched the window sill with his slender and white hands. He saw the bald man and the thin woman with a clothed body. The cloak's brain twisted and disappeared before his eyes. He screamed furiously, his voice mixed with the girl's screams, across the dark garden, overshadowing the bells of the Christmas church...

His scream is Harry's scream, his pain is Harry's pain...

Right here, right where that thing happened before...Here, the house in front of him, it was here that he almost knew what death was like...

death……

It hurts too much...

This felt almost ripped apart Harry's body... but if he had no body, why would his head hurt so terribly? If he died, how could he still feel unbearable pain? Doesn't this pain go away with death, won't go away...

The night was wet and windy. Two children dressed as pumpkins staggered across the square. The windows of the shop were decorated with paper spiders and vulgar Muggle ornaments...

He walked forward slowly, feeling that a historic moment was about to come...a great moment closely related to the future, power, and power.

There is no anger, because anger is for the weak; he has only uncontrollable ecstasy...Yes... he has waited too long, and waited too long...

"Sir, your clothes are so beautiful!" A little boy ran to him. When he saw the face shrouded in fear and pain under his hood, the little boy's smile disappeared and he quickly turned and ran away.

...His fingers are stroking the wand under the robe...A simple action will make the child never see his mother again...It can be done, but it is unnecessary, very unnecessary...

He walked to another darker street and saw his destination. The Courageous Loyalty Curse had expired, and they didn’t know yet... His movements were lighter than the sound of fallen leaves sliding on the sidewalk, and he walked towards the dark. The black fence, then stepped over...

The curtains were not closed. He clearly saw them in the small living room. The tall, dark-haired man was wearing glasses, and a cloud of colored smoke emerged from the tip of the wand in his hand. The dark-haired boy in blue pajamas was amused. Now, the kid smiled and wanted to catch the smoke with his little fist...

The door of the room opened and the boy's mother came in. He couldn't hear what she said. Her long crimson hair was draped over his face. The father held the child to the mother, then threw the wand on the sofa while stretching out. Lazy waist yawned. He pushed the door open a crack, but James Potter didn't hear him, his pale hand took out the wand under the cloak, pointed it straight at the door, and the door slammed open...

He stepped over the threshold and James rushed to the hall.

It's so simple, so simple, he didn't even take the wand...

"Lily, take Harry and run away! He's here! Run away! Run away! I'll hold him!"

Hold him? I didn't even want to hold him with a wand in my hand! ... He laughed, and then said, "Avada So fate!"

The green light illuminates the narrow hall corridor, illuminates the stroller, and pushes it to the wall. The stair railing shines like a lit wooden stick under the green light, and James Porter is like a broken puppet. Fall down...

He heard the woman downstairs screaming and was trapped, but as long as she was awake, she was fearless... He walked up the steps and watched her trying to protect herself like a theater... She didn't have a magic wand in her hand. ...How stupid, how much trust others, I feel that my safety is very safe with my friends, so safe that you can throw your wand aside...

He forcibly opened the door and waved his wand lazily. The chairs and boxes piled up at the door were cleared away... She stood there holding the baby.

As soon as she saw him, she put her son in the crib behind her and stretched out her hands to stop her in front, as if it would work, as if she could replace Harry by blocking the front...

"Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!"

"Go on one side, you stupid woman...Go on the other side, now."

"Don't move Harry, please don't, kill me, kill me instead of him..."

"This is my last warning..."

"Don't move Harry! Please... show mercy... show mercy... don't move Harry! Don't move Harry! Please... I can do anything..."

"Stand aside! Stand aside, you woman!" He could have made her roll away from the front of the crib, but it seemed more convenient to punish them together... The room was shining green and she fell down like her husband Up.

The child never cried ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He stood up and clutched the fence of the crib, looking at the intruder's face with interest. Maybe he thought that under the cloak was his father, who was about to make him some more beautiful lights, and his mother might show up smiling at any time...

He pointed his wand very carefully at the little boy's face. He wanted to see what happened with his own eyes, and wanted to see the destruction of this inexplicably dangerous figure. The child started crying, and he saw that this man was not James. He didn't like the child crying, he never tolerated the crying of those little things when he was in the orphanage...

"Avadazo fate!" Then he collapsed completely. He became nothing but severe pain and fear. He had to hide himself. He couldn't stay in this broken house where there are children desperately crying. He should be far away...far, far away...

"No," he groaned. The snake crawled on the dirty floor. He killed the boy, but he was the boy himself...

"Do not……"

Now he is standing by the broken window of Bathilda's house, immersed in his extremely frustrated memory.

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