Chapter 1197 (1/2)

“…… Are you sure you've considered it thoroughly? ” Harry insisted.

”Well, Harry, it's not just about you. Or Fanlin, or Others Hermione was angry and wanted to compare with her poor appearance in front of Fanlin. Harry was confused by the sudden heckling.

”See,” said Hermione, thumping ”traveling with the trolls” into the pile of abandoned books, with an angry look on her face. ”I've been packing up for a few days, so we're ready to leave quickly. The information for reference already includes very difficult magic, and I even moved the things prepared by the order of the Phoenix, those potions Even before I came, I modified my parents' memories, so they were convinced that their real names were Wendell and Monika Wilkins. Their life wish was to move to Australia, and they had gone now, which would allow the fall to hunt them down and interrogate them about my whereabouts Or yours, because unfortunately, I've told them something about you

”If I survive our search for Horcruxes, I will find mom and dad and undo the magic. If I don't Well, I think I've done a good enough magic to make them safe and happy, Wendell and Monica Wilkins didn't know they had a daughter, you know, ”and the tears in Hermione's eyes started flashing again.

”Oh, Hermione, you shouldn't be carrying my back...” Van Lin was silent, ”there's me here I mean... ”

”You've been tampering with Mr. al's memory, haven't you? You've deliberately reduced your contact with the Muggle world, but you've been back to London on my back...” Hermione weeps over the audit.

This made Harry's heart a little blocked

”I Hermione, and vaseline I'm sorry I don't... ”

”Don't you two realize that Ron and I know very well what might happen if we were with you? We know, really, Ron, show them both what you've done

”Oh No, the two of them just had dinner, ”said Ron.

”Come on, both of them need to know!” Hermione said angrily.

”Oh, all right, guys, come here.” Ron some helpless said, the body a little heavy toward the door. ”Come on.”

”What is it?” Fanlin looked at Hermione with some confusion, ”what did you two plot? Or the three of you? ”

”Then you'll find out!”

As Ron walked out of the room, the four came to a small landing. ”Show yourself quickly,” grunted Ron, his wand pointing to the low ceiling, just above them, opening a hole and a ladder sliding to their feet. A terrible, half sucking, half groaning voice came from the square hole, accompanied by a disgusting smell like an open foul ditch.

”That's your ghoul, isn't it?” Harry asked, and he had never met such a creature that interrupted the silence of the night from time to time.

”Yes, that's it,” said Ron, climbing up the stairs. ”Come and have a look.”

Several men followed Ron up the short stairs into the tiny attic. In fact, van reen's head and shoulders reached into the attic and caught sight of this thing curled up a few feet away from him, its mouth wide open, sleeping in the dark.

”But it It looks like Do ghouls usually wear pajamas Fanlin thinks it's subversive. Isn't this kind of Dark Creature hiding in the graveyard and breaking down?

”No,” said Ron, ”they usually don't have red hair and lots of pustules.”

”Er...” Fanlin some speechless, for the ghoul image is not very cold, originally Fanlin thought those Yin corpses were bad enough.

The more Harry thought about it, the more disgusting it was. It had the same body shape and height as human beings. Now Harry's eyes adapted to the darkness. He clearly saw that it was wearing Ron's old pajamas. He was sure that the ghouls were usually quite sticky and bald. They didn't have very clear hair and water cells all over their bodies, and the color was like a face purple with anger 。

”That's me, isn't it?” Said Ron.

”No,” said Harry, ”I don't think so.”

”Go back to my room and I'll explain it again. I can't stand the smell.” Said Ron.

As the four quickly climbed down the stairs, Ron restored the ceiling and went back to his bed.

”As soon as we leave, the ghoul will come down and live in my room, in this position, on my bed...” Ron Ron patted his bed, although it seemed reluctant, ”I think he really longed for that day Well, it's hard to say, because all he can do is groan and drool But When you mention it, he just nods. Anyway, he's going to be my double with dead spot Valley disease, isn't it? ”

Harry was in a state of confusion.

”It's great!” Ron said that Harry didn't understand the perfection of the plan and was obviously lost. ”You think when we're not going to show up at Hogwarts, everyone's going to think that I and van Lin and Hermione must be with you, right? That means death eaters will go straight to our families to see if they have any information about your whereabouts”At the moment, we are talking about the origin of Muggle, but it seems that we are going to hide a lot with mom and dad.” Said Hermione.

”We can't hide my whole family. It looks stupid, and they can't all leave their jobs behind.” Ron said, ”so we're going to make up a story that I've got a serious case of dead spot Valley disease, and that's why I can't go back to school. If someone comes to investigate me, mom or dad will show them the pustular Ghoul on my bed. The disease is really contagious, so they won't want to get close to him. He can't talk and he won't cause any trouble because Obviously, once the bacteria get to your tongue, you can't say it

”So Your mom and dad are also involved in the program? ” Fanlin asked in disbelief, if this is the case, Ron's sacrifice is too much.

”Dad is like this, he helped Fred and George transform the ghoul, and as for mom Well, you've seen her attitude. She won't agree Until we leave first. ”

Everyone was silent. Only Hermione whispered the books. Ron leaned down and continued to lie on the bed. Harry looked at this and looked at that. He couldn't say anything. The measures they took to protect his family made him realize that it was not only other things that could be done, they really wanted to be with him and van Lin, and they knew exactly how dangerous it would be He wanted to tell them what it meant to him, but he couldn't find enough words to express his feelings.

In the silence, Mrs. Weasley's cry came from the fourth floor.