Chapter 1241 (1/2)

The sun came out: there was a vast, pure, colorless sky above Harry's head. But it doesn't matter where he's in at the moment. Harry sat at the door of the tent and took a deep breath of fresh air. It should be the best thing in the world to live like this and watch the sunrise on the shining snowy hillside, but he didn't want to enjoy it.

Voldemort Far more powerful than them, and what's worse is that I seem to have just lost my biggest dependence on Voldemort.

He looked down at the snow covered Valley, and the distant church bells broke the silence. His fingers seized his arm involuntarily, as if trying to relieve the pain.

Harry had not known how many times he had bled before; once he had lost his right bone; his arm and forehead were already injured, and this journey has added new scars to his chest, and not only that, but also van Lin

To be sure, every accident seems to have Vaseline able to stand up for the bottom, but now it seems that

Fanlin almost cut off his palm when he was in grade one. He almost died in the pool in grade two. Later

This seems to be too many to count, but it is only certain that every time, it has something to do with him Harry Potter?

Harry looked down at the wand in his hand. It didn't fit in very well, but it was the protection that Vaseline gave him.

In addition to Dumbledore, van leen has been protecting him, and it makes Harry feel much more than Dumbledore has done.

But now it seems that it can't, van Lin's injuries become more and more serious, and he lost his biggest dependence.

Harry looked at his hands carefully. He had never felt so weak and helpless before. It seemed that his strongest magic had disappeared.

He knew exactly what Hermione would say if she heard him describe the situation: the wand was as good as its owner.

But she was wrong, and his situation was different.

She didn't understand the feeling that the wand was spinning like a compass pointer, firing golden sparks on the enemy. He lost the protection of the twin wand, and he didn't know how important it was to him until now when the wand was gone. Even though van Lin said he would help him make one, it was not an anthology.

Silently, Harry took the pieces of his wand out of his pocket, and without looking at it, he put them into the small bag that he had given him around his neck.

Now the bag is so full that it can't hold any more junk. Harry's hand was groping for the old snitch in his bag. He struggled for a long time before he made up his mind to take it out and throw it away.

Just like all the incomprehensible, unhelpful and useless things Dumbledore left him.

At this time, Harry's anger at Dumbledore erupted like a volcano, burning in his heart and replacing all other emotions.

Despair forces them to believe that the answer is in Godric Valley, that they should go back I believe that's the only secret clue Dumbledore left them; but there's no map, no plan.

Dumbledore left them groping alone in the dark, fighting against unimaginable opponents, alone, for no reason, and at a heavy price, they were unarmed and Harry had lost his wand.

Worst of all, he lost the stolen photos, and now it's easy for Voldemort to find out who he is. Voldemort has all the information.

”Harry?” Hermione appears timidly behind Harry. She explodes Harry's wand, just like depriving him of his identity as a wizard.

”Are you awake?”

”Yes...” Hermione hesitated and leaned over.

”How about Fanlin?”

”He said it was ok, but...” Said Hermione, putting down the things in her arms and handing Harry the hot tea.

”Thank you,” said Harry, taking a cup of hot tea. ”So How's it going? ”

”He had a fever. I treated him with BAIXIAN, but his internal organs were in a mess...” Hermione whispered.

”He's going to be OK. He's a great alchemist himself, and his Potions are better than all of us.” Harry was silent and said that he didn't want to hurt Hermione, and that he had faith in Vaseline, and they all survived the bad situation.

”I know, he's asleep, I don't trust you...” Hermione hesitated. Harry held a wand that didn't recognize him, obviously, if something went wrong.

”Oh, no, I'm fine. You should have it with him now.”

Hermione did not speak, but sat down next to Harry, with her back against the tree.

”Can I talk to you for a moment?”

”No All right... ” Harry nodded, not refusing.

”Harry, you want to know who the person in the picture is, ok I have this book. ” Hermione timidly put the book on his lap.This is a paperback book - Albus Dumbledore's life and lies.

”Where How could you have this book ”

” I found it in bashida's living room, and there it is This paper is on the top of the book Hermione read out loud the sharp, ironic opening lines.

”Dear bashida, thank you for your help. This is a copy of the book. I hope you will like it. Maybe you don't remember, but you did say a lot of things. Rita. ” I think it was here when the real bashida was alive, but maybe she didn't read it carefully? ”

”Well, I think so.” Harry looked down at Dumbledore's face and felt a wild joy: now that Dumbledore is out of his control, he will know what he will never mention to him.

”You're still mad at me, aren't you?” Said Hermione.

He looked up and saw that her eyes were wet again, and he knew that his anger must have been on his face.