Chapter 1244 (1/2)

”Harry, are you ok...”

A whirling sensation, when the air re entered Harry's lungs, made Harry feel a sense of liberation.

Just now, he thought he was going to die, but now, he is reborn, isn't he

”Warm...”

A reddish light into Harry's body, soon, a heat stream from Harry's body was induced, warmth is a little bit of the cold away.

”Where Fanlin Harry finally gasped for breath, his eyes re focused, which let Harry's heart have been hanging down, take van Lin's clothes, Harry quickly wrapped them in his body.

He is not in the habit of being naked in the ice and snow.

”Why do you coming? And Hermione? ”

”She was still asleep, and I felt the magic, so I came over.” Fanlin said, in fact, the remaining breath of patron saint made Fanlin a little alarmed.

Snape?

Van Lin is so familiar.

Snape had taught him magic for a long time, and van Lin was familiar with the way Snape used magic.

”Oh, fortunately, you wake up, or I might die in this pool.” Harry said helplessly, his chest lined with fear.

”So, what are you doing here?” Vaseline looked at Harry dressed. ”You should...”

”I have been guided here.” Harry said, ”a doe, I think it's the patron saint...”

”Patron saint...” Van Lin nodded, and he was now sure that Snape had been here, the patron saint of the DOE, which had changed since Lily Potter's death.

”Let's not talk about this, Fanlin...” ”The sword of Gryffindor, the patron saint, guided me to find the sword of Gryffindor. It's in this pond. I'll go down...”

Van Lin came over, and his abdomen was still in pain.

”There it is!” Harry pointed to the ruby still shining in the pond and said, ”I have to go down, so I want to ask you to give me two warm-up charms. This damned pool water is so cold.”

”Don't bother, Harry!” Van lington, Snape gives Harry the sword of Gryffindor?

He's really bold. There's a lot of people watching at Hogwarts

Van Linton stopped and pointed his wand at the Gryffindor sword at the bottom of the pond. The naked eye could see that the sword was not very real, as if it was wrapped in something, and then it rose slowly.

Gryffindor's sword is extremely heavy, perhaps because of the characteristics of magic weapons. After all, flying incantations are useless for this sword.

Looking at the rising Gryffindor sword wrapped in a layer of ice crystals, Harry felt only a little stomachache.

Now, there are only three questions left in my mind.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?