Chapter 1189 (1/2)
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Lupin looked at Harry with a strange expression. It was almost sympathetic.
”Do you think I'm stupid?” Harry felt a little numb in his tongue,
”no, I think you are very much like James,” lupin replied. ”He always raises mistrust of friends to the height of shame.”
Harry knew what lupin meant. His father was betrayed by his friend Peter Pettigrew. He felt angry for no reason, and he wanted to explain, but lupin had turned around, put the glass on the side of the coffee table, and asked Bill, ”there's work to do. I want to ask Kingsley if I can...”
”I'll do it. I'll go.” Bill said it immediately.
”Where are you going?” Asked Tonks and hibiscus at the same time.
”The body of the mad eye man,” lupin said, ”we have to deal with it. Moreover, I think we have to take care of Sirius. They haven't come back yet, which makes me worried...”
”But Now it's so dangerous out there, why don't we... ” Mrs. Weasley looked at lupin pleadingly.
”Wait?” Bill said, ”unless you want the death eaters to find him first?”
No one spoke. Lupin and Bill said goodbye and left. Everyone but Harry fell into the sofa, and he was still standing there, and death came so suddenly that it seemed to be right next to them.
”I have to go.” Harry said suddenly, in a tone of affirmation. Immediately, nine pairs of shocked eyes turned to Harry.
”Don't be silly, Harry,” said Mrs. Weasley. ”What are you talking about?”
”I can't stay here.” Harry covered his forehead in pain, and the scar began to ache again. In fact, Harry had not felt this pain for more than a year. Since the last time Harry expelled Voldemort from his heart in the Ministry of magic, Harry had not felt him.
It was once a blessing to Harry, but how lucky Harry had been, how bad things are now.
”Because I'm here, you're all in danger!” Harry cried out, ”you're risking this. George lost an ear, and moody Moody's dead, Sirius and Hermione are missing. We don't even know... ”
”Don't be silly!” Mrs. Weasley cried out angrily. ”All the effort tonight is to bring you here safely. Thank God we did it. Hibiscus also agreed to marry here instead of in France. We have arranged everything in order to get together to protect you We've made all our efforts, and you, you're here, you're going to give up? ”
She didn't understand; she didn't know she was making Harry more upset.
Perhaps, Mrs. Weasley never felt that there was anything wrong with this. Protecting Harry and everyone around her was a concept that the order of the Phoenix had always followed.
”If Voldemort finds out I'm here...” Harry said in horror that he could hardly imagine Mrs. Weasley falling down in front of him with Ginny in her arms.
The Weasleys have done too much for him.
And Tonks and lupin, who had just been married and were about to get involved in an endless war.
”How could he find out?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
”You may be in a dozen places now, Harry,” Mr. Weasley said. ”He can't know which house you're in.”
”I'm not worried about myself!” Cried Harry.
”We know,” Mr. Weasley said quietly, ”but if you leave, all our efforts tonight will be meaningless.”
”You can't go anywhere,” Hagrid growled.
”Oh, Harry, after we've worked so hard to get you here?”
”Yes, what about my bloody ears?” Said George, straightening up on the cushions.
”I know...”
”Crazy eye man doesn't want you to...”
”I know!” Harry yelled. He felt that he was under siege, and they really thought he didn't know what they had done for him so far. Didn't they know that it was because of this that he wanted to leave, so as not to hurt more people?
There was a long, embarrassing silence, and the scar on Harry's forehead continued to sting. With leaps and bounds, Mrs. Weasley broke the deadlock: ”where is Hedwig, Harry?” She coaxed him. ”We can put her with the pig and give her something to eat.”
His heart shrank and he could not tell her the truth. Harry finished the last whisky in his glass to avoid answering questions.
”So you have to believe in yourself, Harry...” Mrs. Weasley was helpless.
”What are we doing for? It's not just you, Harry. It's our hope Mrs. Weasley said quietly, ”it's just like we once believed Dumbledore could find a confrontation It's the same way to fight him. We've already won once... ”
”But Dumbledore is dead!” Harry cried out in agony, ”so is moody, and there will be others.””But what does it matter? We are just witches, and no one can escape such an end. ” Mr. Weasley said, ”and you beat him again and again, don't you?”
”Yes, when he comes out again, you're like you did last time, Harry,” Hagrid said. ”Get out of his way and knock him down when he's right on top of you!”
”That's not me,” Harry said in a cold voice. ”That's my wand. Its own magic. ”
For a moment, it became quiet again. A few seconds later, Mrs. Weasley said softly, ”that's impossible, Harry. You mean you use magic unconsciously; you react instinctively
”No,” said Harry, ”the car was falling. In fact, I didn't know where Voldemort was at all, but my wand was spinning around in my hand, and I found him and fired a spell at him. I didn't even know the spell. I've never fired a golden flame before.”
”That's common,” Mrs. Weasley explained. ”When you're under tremendous pressure, you can create magic that you've never seen before. Many children without formal training often find it like It's like silence... ”
”It's not like that,” said Harry, clenching his teeth. ”I can assure you that my body didn't react at that time, even the magic didn't pass By the way, Voldemort, after touching the spell, was like Do you know what I mean
Harry looked expectantly at the others, but no one responded to him.
Why hasn't van Lin come back?
Harry was a little anxious. If van Lin were here, maybe his speech might get some response, but obviously
His scars were burning, and he felt angry and depressed. Harry was suddenly a little annoyed. Everyone thought he had the power to fight Voldemort, but in fact, he didn't have the ability.
Always living in Dumbledore's plan, with the help of van Lin, and some little Lucky?
It's almost all about confrontation.
It may be the only normal fight in the Ministry, but the result is that his spell can't even hurt Voldemort.
If the confrontation between the soul is also counted, there is no doubt that his friends have given him strength. In fact, it once made Harry think he can fight against it. But since seeing Azkaban, the last bit of swelling mind has been wiped out of Harry's heart.
Nobody said anything. Harry knew they wouldn't believe him. Now he began to think about it. He had never said before that a wand could use magic on its own. His scar was burning with pain, and all he could do was not to let himself groan out loud.