Chapter 1245 (1/2)
”So you two ran out of the camp with me on your back in the middle of the night?” Asked Hermione in a loud voice.
”Didn't we get the sword back...” Said Fanlin.
”But neither of you has a sharp wound, especially you, Fanlin. You had a fever before.”
”Don't worry, it's all in the past. Now I feel good.” Said Fanlin.
”It's just an accident, Hermione. I've been guided...”
”So, the man's patron saint is a doe? Whose patron saint is a doe Hermione sighed and said, anyway, it's lucky to have the Gryffindor sword back.
That man must be their friend.
”Do you think Kingsley summoned the female deer?” Harry asked weakly.
”Kingsley's patron saint is a lynx. I saw it with my own eyes on the day I picked you up.”
”Oh, yes...”
”But Harry, do you think it's Dumbledore? ”
”What's wrong with Dumbledore?”
Harry was a little confused. He couldn't think of anything to do with Dumbledore, except Dumbledore's will.
Hermione seemed hesitant, then whispered, ”Dumbledore The female deer? I mean That sword has always been in Dumbledore's hands, hasn't it
Harry was stunned. He knew the expectation behind the question. The thought of Dumbledore coming back to them, and still watching them somewhere, is an indescribable relief.
Harry shook his head.
”Dumbledore is dead,” he said. ”I saw it with my own eyes. I saw his body. He really left. What's more, his patron saint is the Phoenix, not the female deer. ”
”But the patron saint can change, can't it?” Hermione said, ”don't Tonks change?”
”Yes, but if he is still alive, why doesn't he come to us? Why didn't he just give us the sword? ”
”I don't know,” said Hermione.
”Maybe someone else, like I said, a professor at Hogwarts.” Said Fanlin, staring at the flames that Hermione was rising in the tent.
”In fact I hope so, but he did leave... ” Harry said, feeling a little bored, thinking back to what Vaseline had said about the wand.
”Speed up and get bigger!”
Harry pointed at the fire with his wand, but the effect was not as good as expected. In the brazier, the flame just shook slightly. Harry tried again. This time the fire was a little bigger.
”Oh, damn it...” Harry poked forward impatiently, as if pouring oil on it. With the explosion of the burning material, the fire ran with one touch.
For a moment, Harry felt that his eyebrows were going to burn.
”Stop...” Hermione screamed, and quickly dodged. Her long hair had some meaning of being ignited.