Chapter 1253 (1/2)

But in fact, Harry's words seem not to be taken seriously. The news about the Deathly Hallows, even the silver stag they were talking about, was no longer so important to Harry, as if it were an uninteresting appendage.

The only thing that mattered to him was that his scar began to ache again, although he had tried to hide it from both of them. Whenever it hurt, he felt very lonely and disappointed at what he saw. The images that connect him to Voldemort are not as good as they used to be: they are blurry and quirky.

Harry could only recognize that it was like the outline of a skull, and something like the shadow of a mountain. It was more of a shadow than a substance. Harry was upset about the images, and he was worried that the connection between him and Voldemort, which both sides were afraid of, was broken, even though she told Hermione that he wanted it. Somehow, Harry linked the unsatisfying images to the damage of his wand, as if it were the fault of his winterwood wand, so that he could no longer see what Voldemort was thinking as before.

It made Harry a little confused. Just think about it. It was like the key to the back garden door of his home suddenly lost, and as the owner, he could only stand outside the garden and watch carefully. It was not pleasant news.

Weeks passed, and Harry could do nothing but observe, including new concerns.

Harry joined the search for Horcruxes. After all, there were only two Horcruxes left Or three, of course, if Nagini was a new Horcrux, now they don't know the name of one.

Of course, it's just to stop Hermione from persuading him. He would rather sit alone and read Voldemort's mind to find out more about the elder's wand, but reading Voldemort's thinking is not something that can be easily done.

Compared with Harry's anxiety, van Lin's mood has been eased down. Anyway, he can't solve anything now, and the order of the Phoenix can't be contacted. There are still many other things that can be studied after leaving Voldemort aside.

Of course, consciously or unconsciously, van Lin began to take Hermione and them to the location of Malfoy Manor.

Heffpav's gold cup always needs to be solved, and Luna, if there is no accident, Luna should be locked up in Malfoy's Dungeon.

Voldemort can't be using Azkaban, which is a sign of his strength. Moreover, Azkaban is useless without Dementors.

Then, van Lin began to play with the radio.

To be sure, the signal that Fanlin found before was the legendary radio station that still supported them, but spent many afternoons using his magic wand to make all kinds of sounds on the radio, and the turntable on the top kept turning. Occasionally, they would receive a channel about how to take care of the dragon. Once upon a time, a hot and firm pot came out Finally, when van Lin regains the original band, unfortunately, searching is one thing, but the password is another.

”Maybe it has something to do with the order of the Phoenix. After all, it was founded by the order of the Phoenix.” Fanlin helplessly said, a leisure to try some passwords.

However, it was not until March that luck finally favored Harry, to be exact, was sitting guard at the entrance of the tent that day. He was lazily looking at the cold ground covered by clumps of vines and hyacinths, when there was a shout of excitement from the tent.

”I found it, I found it! The code is albus. Come here

For the first time in so many days, Harry was awakened from the contemplation about the Deathly Hallows. Harry rushed into the tent and saw that Fanlin and Hermione were kneeling beside a small radio. Hermione seemed to be grinding the Gryffindor sword just now. Now she was staring at the radio on the ground, because there was a very familiar sound coming from the radio 。

”I'm sorry we suspended the broadcast because a couple of fascinating death eaters have come to our territory.”

”But that's Lee Jordan!” Hermione said in surprise.

”It's so familiar!” Said Fanlin.

”Cool, huh?”

”Now we've moved to a safe place,” Li said. ”I'm glad to tell you that two of my friends who provided information also came to me tonight. Good evening! Brothers

”Hello.”

”Good afternoon, river.”

”The river is Li,” Fanlin explained. ”It seems that they all have their own code names...”

”That's great!” Harry came around and the three squatted together!

”But before we listen to Roy and Romulus,” Lee continued, ”let's take a moment to cover the deaths that wizardry and the prophet daily don't think are important. We're very sorry to learn from the audience that Ted Tonks and Dirk Creswell have been murdered.”

In a flash, the atmosphere fell to freezing point.They are not familiar with the latter name, but the former one

That's Tonks' father

”A genie named gnack has also been killed. Dean Thomas, a Muggle born elf, and another elf are also in danger. Cresway, who lives with Tonks and gnack, seems to have escaped. If Dean is listening or anyone knows his whereabouts, please contact us. His parents and sisters are anxiously waiting for news.”

”During this period, in gadri, all members of a five member Muggle family were found dead at home. Muggle authorities believed that they died of gas leakage, but people from the order of Phoenix told me that they were killed by the death curse Obviously, under the new regime, killing Muggles seems to have changed from entertainment to necessity. ”

”Finally, we are sorry to tell the audience that bashida bassaud's body was found in the Godric Valley, and there are signs that the tower was dead a few months ago, and members of the order of the Phoenix told us that, judging from the traces of his body, he undoubtedly died of the dark arts.”

One after another tragic news came one after another, some of which they knew and some they didn't know. But now they are crowded together and are so bloody that they can't accept it.

”Audience, I would like to invite you to join me in a minute of silence in memory of Ted Tonks, Dirk klisway, bashida bassaud, gnak and the Muggles who died at the hands of death eaters who did not know their names.”

It was quiet around. Van Lin, Hermione and Harry didn't speak. They wanted to hear more, but they were afraid to hear the following. It was the first time in a long time that he really heard the contact with the outside world.

”Thank you,” Li's voice said. ”Now we can go back to our guest, Roy, to explore the impact of the new order of magic on the Muggle world.”

”Thank you, river.” a deep, reliable, unquestionable voice came.

”Kingsley!”