Chapter 1231 (1/2)
”Harry!”
Harry opened his eyes and gasped. His forehead was burning.
He had just fainted and leaned against the side of the tent and had skewed the canvas. He found himself slipping to the ground.
Harry looked up at Hermione, her thick hair obscuring a patch of sky visible through the thick branches above them.
However, Hermione's eyes made him feel guilty,
”had a dream.” Harry said, quickly sitting up, innocently trying to look Hermione's angry eyes. ”Must have dozed off. I'm sorry.”
”Don't change the subject, Harry! I know it's your scar! I can tell from your expression! You invaded fu... ”
”Don't say that name!” Ron's angry voice came from the tent.
”Well,” returned Hermione impatiently, ”the mysterious man's brain, all right?”
”I didn't want it to happen!” Harry said, ”it's a dream! Can you control your dreams? Hermione
”If you learn how to block the brain...”
But Harry wasn't interested in her blame. He wanted to talk about what he had just seen.
”He found gregovich, Hermione, and I think he'd killed him, but before that, he'd infiltrated grigorwich's brain, and I saw...”
”I think we'd better change shifts if you're tired and want to go to bed.” Said Hermione coldly.
”I can stay on duty!” Harry said a little discontented, but it was no different from sophistry in Hermione's eyes.
”No, obviously you are too tired. Go and lie down with van Lin for a while.” She stubbornly sat down at the edge of the tent. Although Harry was angry, he didn't want to quarrel with her, so he bent down into the tent.
Ron's still pale face peeped out from the lower bunk, and van Lin fell asleep in the next room and could hear even breathing.
Harry would like to talk to Vaseline about his dream or something, but now it seems that it will have to be the next day.
Harry climbed into the upper bunk, lay down, and looked at the black canvas top. After a while, Ron said in a voice that Hermione, crouching in the door, couldn't hear. ”What did the mystery man do?”
Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to recall every detail, and then whispered into the dark, ”he found gregovich. He tied him up. He's torturing him.”
”Tied up gregovich? How can he make him a new wand? ”
”I don't know It's strange, isn't it Harry closed his eyes and recalled what he had seen and heard. The more he recalled, the less meaningful Voldemort didn't say anything about Harry's wand, about the tail plume of the same Phoenix, about letting gregovich make a new and more powerful wand to defeat Harry.
Maybe he wants something else, but gregovich is a wand maker. Find a wand maker I mean, wand maker, Harry couldn't think of a second possibility other than the wand problem.
”What exactly does he want from grigorwich,” Harry said, his eyes still closed, ”and he asked him to hand it in, but gregovich said it had been stolen And then Then... ”
He recalled his role as Voldemort, as if he had entered grigorwich's eyes and intruded into his memory
Mind catching?
It was Harry's first thought, but apparently Voldemort was more destructive.
”He saw grigorwich's memory, I saw a young man sitting on the windowsill, and then he fired a spell at grigorwich and jumped out of the window and ran away. He stole it, what the mysterious man wanted. I I think I've seen him somewhere before... ”
Harry wanted him to have a better look at the laughing boy's face, which, according to gregovich, had been going on for years. But why does this young thief look familiar?
All Harry could hear was the careful breathing of the forest.
After a while, Ron whispered, ”don't you see what the thief is holding?”
”No, but It must be very small. ”
”Harry?” Ron went back to bed again, and the trigger squeaked. ”Harry, don't you think the mystery man wants that thing to turn it into a Horcrux?”
”I don't know,” Harry said slowly, ”maybe, but isn't it dangerous for him to make another Horcrux? But didn't Vaseline say that he had split his soul to the limit? ”
”Yes But maybe he doesn't know. ” Ron said.
”Yes Maybe. ” Said Harry.
He has confirmed that Voldemort has found a solution to the problem of wand cores on the same Phoenix. It is certain that Voldemort has found a solution from the old wand merchant But he still killed him, apparently not asking him that question about the wand.What is Voldemort trying to find?
The Ministry of magic and the world of magic are under his control. Why does he still have a long time to find what gregovich once owned but stolen by some unknown thief?
Harry would still think of the face of the blonde young man, full of excitement and unruly, with a Fred and George temperament after a successful prank. He jumped out of the high windowsill like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where it was
The happy thief is in danger because of gregovich's death. Harry is thinking about his problem. He is lost in thought. When Ron's snoring comes from the lower bunk, he himself slowly sleeps again.
The dream is still as usual.
Inexplicably, the scenes Harry had seen before kept repeating in his mind, like movies, or comics.
All of a sudden, Harry thought of Dumbledore again, his cracked skin, the pale blue light exposed through the skin, as if unable to restrain the magic.
What did Dumbledore do?
Horcrux? Or something else
Early the next morning, after a long night's rest, Fanlin almost recovered. The magic of the Sorcerer's stone slowly restored the magic power of Vaseline through the junction.
This always gives Fanlin the illusion that he is an alchemy product.
Runes, incantations, and then the supply of the Sorcerer's stone, even the body has been transformed.
Maybe that's how all the original wizards come from?
We have to admit that the powerful resilience of Phoenix's tears makes Fanlin lively again.
But a touch of the pocket, a cold ball greatly stimulated the senses of van Lin, mad eye Moody's magic eye.
When fangfanlin took out the magic eye, the four people all fell into silence.
The mad eyed man moody couldn't come back. His magic eye appeared at the door of Umbridge, which broke everyone's fantasy about moody.