Chapter 1238 (2/2)
”Hermione, this picture is the thief who stole grigorwich's things! Please, ”he said to bashida,” who the hell is he? ”
But bashida just glared at him.
”Why are we here with you, Madame bassaud Miss Hermione raised her voice and asked, ”what do you want to tell us?”
But bashida didn't seem to hear Hermione at all. She shuffled up to Harry and turned her head sharply back to the hall.
”You want us to leave?” Harry asked uncertainly.
Bashida repeated it again, but this time he pointed to Harry, then to himself, and finally to the ceiling.
”Well Hermione, Van I mean, I think she wants us to come upstairs with her. ”
”OK,” Hermione replied, ”let's go.”
But as soon as Hermione stepped forward, bashida shook her head, pointed at Harry again, and pointed to herself.
”You want me to go with you alone.” Harry's face changed slightly.
”Why?” Hermione immediately asked aloud, her voice sharp and clear in the candlelight room, and bashida shook her head.
”Maybe Dumbledore asked her to give me the sword, and only for me?” Harry said uncertainly, looking at Van Lin involuntarily.
At the same time, Fanlin was fully awake, jumped from Hermione's arms to Harry's shoulder, and rubbed Harry's face.
”Go with him!” Van Lin's voice came to mind in Harry's mind.
”Do you think she really knows who you are?”
”Yes,” said Harry, without hesitation, looking into bashida's turbid eyes.
”Well, but hurry up, Harry.”
”Lead the way,” Harry said to bashida.
Bashida seemed to understand, for she was shaking Harry toward the door, and she didn't care if there was anything else on Harry's shoulders.
It made Harry feel strange, but he looked back and laughed at Hermione to reassure her, but he didn't know if she had seen it.
Hermione stood arm in arm in the dirty room under the candlelight, looking at the bookcase.
Harry walked out of the room and put the silver framed photo of the thief in his pocket while Hermione and bashida were not paying attention.
”She couldn't see me or didn't notice at all...” Van Lin communicated with Harry in silence.
”But...”
”I don't know what's going on, but you have to be careful.” Van Linden sat on Harry's shoulder, his little head staring at the hunchback figure and moving with it.The narrow staircase had a steep slope, and Harry reached forward half way to prevent bashida from falling over him, which looked very likely indeed.
Panting, she slowly walked upstairs, turned left, and led Harry into a room with a low ceiling.
The room was dark and smelly.
As soon as Harry saw that there was a nightpot sticking out from under the bed, bashida closed the door and they were in the dark.
”Fluorescent flicker.” Harry said that the moment his wand glowed, Harry was startled by bashida in front of him. In those dark seconds, bashida came to him, and Harry didn't hear her coming.
”Are you porter?” She asked in a low voice.
”Yes, I am.” Harry hesitated for a moment, and then said,
bashida's voice is so hoarse that it doesn't look like a human voice at all. It's like something has learned to speak. Maybe bashida hasn't spoken for a long time. Harry smelled a stink, mixed with the smell of corruption
But bashida didn't care. He nodded slowly and looked solemn.
Harry felt his nerves beating constantly, as if to keep up with the rapid heartbeat at the moment, which was absolutely not a pleasant thing.
”Do you have anything for me?” Harry tried to ask, but she seemed distracted by Harry's glowing wand.
”Do you have anything for me?” Harry asked again. Bashida closed his eyes, and at that moment, several things happened at the same time: Harry's scar pricked like a needle; at the same time, an uneasy mood invaded his brain, like every connection with Voldemort, the dark smelly room suddenly disappeared from his eyes.
Harry was so excited that he said in a high, cold voice, ”get him!
Harry wobbled and stood where he was, and the dark smelly room appeared again. He didn't know what had just happened.
”Do you have anything for me?” Harry asked the third time, his voice raised a lot.
What Harry didn't notice, though, was that Vaseline had jumped onto the side of the cupboard and watched coldly what was happening.
In fact, van Lin's vision was a little blurred just now, and a strong mental disturbance was spreading from Harry and bashida's bodies.
The master of the will was familiar to Fanlin, but it was certain that he was not here.
”It's over there,” bashida said softly to Harry, pointing to the corner, ignoring Vaseline as if she could not see him.
Harry held up his wand and saw a messy table under the window with the curtains drawn.
She didn't take him back this time.
Harry, holding his wand, sidled between bashida and the bed. He didn't want bashida out of sight.
”Where is it?” Harry seemed to believe bashida completely at the moment. He tried to touch the table. It was full of things like dirty clothes.
”There,” she said, pointing to the mess.
Just as Harry wanted to turn his head and find a ruby embedded sword in the pile of rags, Harry saw bashida's strange changes. He turned around in panic, and his fear almost paralyzed him: he saw the old body lying on the ground, and an unknown dark figure was gradually breaking away from bashida's body.
”Don't move, Harry!” Van Lin's voice suddenly rang, ”wait a minute, something is wrong!”
Just now Voldemort absolutely controlled Harry, otherwise Harry could not have opened the empty door under his repeated reminders.
But the change in bashida
From the beginning of entering the door, Fanlin can be sure that the person in front of him is already a corpse.
But the question is, what will Voldemort replace bashida after Nagini's death?
As a writer of the history of magic, and as we all know, he has a close relationship with Dumbledore, and even contacts and is familiar with the Deathly Hallows. No matter from that point of view, bashida can not be ignored by Voldemort.
But, with a bit of luck, they try to be a step faster than Voldemort.
This is Harry's choice. Van Lin must be respected. However, the change of Shida's eyes and chin makes Fanlin uncertain. This black thing looks like bashida's soul, but it's very strange