HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 883

Time goes back.

When Hermione pulled Harry and their apparitions, Yaxley grabbed her, and Jon, who came out after him, was still a step late after all, unable to catch up with them directly.

But this situation was also in Jon’s calculations, because he was not particularly familiar with the Ministry of Magic, and it was very possible that some problems would arise when looking for someone, so he was vaccinated with Hermione in advance. , If they are caught by someone, they will immediately find an opportunity to escape there and go to a place no one knows.

Hermione did exactly that.

When she appeared in Grimmauld Square, she keenly discovered that she was following a person, so taking advantage of Yaxley's relaxation, she seized the opportunity to apparate the person to another place.

The opportunity was naturally created for her by Jon who came later.

Jon used spiritual magic to disturb Yaxley's thoughts a little, and then controlled the latter in his own hands.

Otherwise, the location of Grimmauld Place would really be exposed.

Even if Hermione becomes a leaker, she can still guarantee that the location of this square is not known to too many people. It was seen by Yaxley and at the same time as Yaxley and the Death Eaters squatting outside. See, there are two concepts.

Stephen appeared in front of Jon a moment later. As soon as he appeared, he saw Jon standing on the stone steps of Grimmauld Place, carrying Yaxley's body in his hand, as if he was carrying one. Chickens.

Of course he knew this place. After all, Jon was also one of the secretaries. Snape didn't tell anyone the location of this place, but Jon said it.

Moreover, under the interference of the magic net, the secrecy effect of the Courageous Faithfulness Curse is as bright and bright as a torch burning in the dark.

"Take this person back, let Professor Lockhart deal with his memory, don't modify too much, don't leave anything today, but at the same time don't let him have too much memory of the location of Greenmore Square."

Jon's request looked strange to Stephen.

"You yourself are a very superb master of memory magic, why not do it yourself?

I take it back to find Professor Lockhart, and then send the people back. Isn't it cumbersome? "

"The real meaning of letting Professor Lockhart do it is that you can check the memory of this person,

Although his status among Death Eaters is not too high, he should always know something we don’t know.

It is impossible for Snape to know everything. On the contrary, this kind of little person may know more. How to squeeze his value out is the problem you need to face. Now I'm going to see Hermione and the others. "

"Okay, okay, you are like a babysitter now, and I am even worse, to be your babysitter's nanny."

Jon didn't stay to listen to Stephen's complaint, he had broken the space and left here.

Hermione did not agree with Jon beforehand where they were, but the notebook he left on Hermione could help him find these people.

So the next moment, he disappeared from Grimmauld Place and came to a forest.

"Where is this place?"

Seeing Hermione sobbing on the ground and Harry and Ron collapsed on the ground, Jon frowned.

There was no impression of this place in his mind. He probably had never been here before, so it was a bit strange for Hermione and the others to appear here.

"Teacher," Hermione took a deep breath, making her cry less obvious: "This is the forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held last time... Teacher, you don't know."

"Obviously I don't like this sport, and I was not there when you were holding the Quidditch match. I was busy with some things abroad at the time."

Naturally, it was impossible to tell Hermione about these things, because there was no time for a half-and-a-half to say these things clearly.

"But you are indeed a little flustered."

Jon waved his hand, and a green leaf fell from his hand and landed on Weasley's head, preventing the little guy from losing too much blood and dying.

"Fortunately, it's just a split body, and the injury is not particularly serious. You will remember to use white fresh flavor later. Apparition should also be added to the transportation system in the future. If you have time, you can study this aspect. It is very useful for you to work in the Ministry of Magic. help."

"Teacher, is it possible for us to go to the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Don't worry, I will take care of the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. This... will not exist for too long. We will do all these things. You can take care of both of them now. The main thing is to take care of Harry.

As for the little guy in the Weasley family, if he has something, don't worry about him, let him calm down, rest assured, I will arrange for someone to protect him, and nothing will happen. "

Jon's speech was very fast, and there was no opportunity for Hermione to interrupt. It was more of an order than instructions.

"Well, I will come to you in two days. You can move around freely these days. Don't lose the notebook I gave you. It's best to keep it in your bag and don't take it out."

Jon glanced at Harry, who seemed to be about to wake up.

"Don't make them doubt, it shouldn't be a problem for you."

Jon paused, because there seemed to be a memory in his mind that he remembered again.

But Hermione didn't know, the girl only saw the scene where Jon finished saying this and then disappeared.

Harry woke up immediately next to her, and she started sobbing in an instant.

Harry opened his eyes and first saw a dazzling patch of gold and green.

He didn't know what happened, only that he seemed to be lying between branches and twigs.

He inhales hard, his lungs seem to be deflated.

He blinked and realized that the dazzling color was the sunlight shining through the tall tree canopy.

Something twitched beside his face, and he knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, thinking that he would see some vicious little animal, but it turned out to be Ron's feet.

Harry looked around and found that they and Hermione were lying on the ground in the forest, as if there was no one else.

The first thing Harry thought of was the Forbidden Forest. For a moment, even though he knew how stupid and dangerous it was for the three of them to appear at Hogwarts, his heart was still throbbing at the thought of sneaking into Hagrid’s cabin from the woods. Pounding.

Ron groaned low at this time, and Harry crawled over to him, and soon discovered that this was not a forbidden forest: the trees looked younger, they were more spaced, and the ground was more open.

He met Hermione next to Ron's head, and she was crawling too.

When he saw Ron, Harry had forgotten everything, because Ron's left body was soaked in blood, and his face on the soil and fallen leaves was as pale as gray.

The medicinal properties of the compound decoction were disappearing, Ron's appearance was between Catmore and himself, his hair was getting redder while the little blood on his face faded.

"What's up with him?"

"Separated."

Hermione said, her hand was already busy touching Ron's sleeve, where the blood stains were the wettest and the darkest.

Harry watched in horror as she tore off Ron's shirt. His internal organs were agitated uncomfortably, and Hermione exposed Ron's upper arm, where a large piece of meat was missing, as if it had been cut away by a knife...

"Harry, hurry up, in my bag, there is a small bottle with White Fresh Essence written on it—"

"In the bag—good—"

Harry rushed to where Hermione had landed, grabbed the beaded pouch, and inserted his hand in.

Immediately, his hand touched a piece of things: the spine of the leather book, the sleeve of the sweater, the heel—

"Quick!"

He grabbed the wand from the ground and pointed it inside the magic packet.

"Bai Xian is flying!"

A brown vial jumped out of his bag. He grabbed it and hurried back to Hermione and Ron.

Ron's eyes were half-open and half-closed, only a little white of his upper and lower eyelids showed.

"He passed out."

Hermione was also pale, she was no longer like Mafalda, although her hair was still gray in a few places: "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."

Harry pulled off the stopper from the vial, and Hermione took the vial and poured three drops of liquid medicine on the bleeding wound.

The green smoke billowed up, and when it dissipated, Harry saw that the blood had stopped, the wound looked like it had grown for a few days, and the flesh that had just been exposed was covered with new skin.

"I only dare to do so much," Hermione said tremblingly, "Some spells can fully recover him, but I dare not use it, for fear of doing it wrong and causing more damage... He has shed so much blood. ..."

"How could he get hurt? I mean,"

Harry shook his head, trying to figure out what was happening: "Why are we here? Didn't we go back to Grimmauld Place?"

Hermione took a deep breath, looking almost crying.

"Harry, I don't think we can go back."

"what--"

"When we Apparated, Yaxley caught me, I can't get rid of him, he is too strong.

When he got to Grimmauld Place, he was still holding on to it, and then—I think he must have seen the door and guessed that we were going to stop there, so he let go of his hand a little, I threw him away and took you to Here comes it! "

"But, where is he? Wait a minute... You don't mean they are in Grimmauld Place? He can't get in, right?"

Hermione shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Harry, I think he can. I—I used the withdrawal curse to force him to let go, but I have brought him into the protection of the Scarlet Faithfulness curse.

After Dumbledore’s death, we became secrets, so I leaked the secret, didn’t I? "

Unable to hide it, Harry knew she was telling the truth, which was a heavy blow.

If Yaxley had been able to enter the house, they really couldn't go back.

Now Yaxley may be using Apparition to bring other Death Eaters there.

Although the house was dark and depressing, it used to be their only safe refuge. Now Kreacher is much happier and friendly, and it even feels a bit like home.

Harry felt sad when he thought of the house elves busy making steak and kidney pies that Harry, Ron and Hermione would never eat again, but not for food.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be silly, it's not your fault! If you want to blame, you should blame me..."

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out Mad-Eye's magic eyes, and Hermione stepped back in fear.

"Umbridge put it on the door of her office, watching others.

I can't leave it there... but that's how they found someone got in. "

Before Hermione could answer, Ron groaned and opened his eyes. His face was still gray and his face was sweaty.

"how do you feel?"

"It sucks."

Ron said hoarsely, touching his injured arm, shrinking in pain.

"Where are we?"

"The forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held," Hermione said. "I was looking for an isolated, hidden place. This is—"

"——The first place you think of."

Harry finished speaking for him, looking at this seemingly deserted glade, he couldn't help but remember the last time they Apparated to the first place Hermione thought of, the Death Eaters found them within a few minutes.

Is it a dementia?

Did Voldemort or his party members now know where Hermione took them?

"Do you think we should transfer?"

Ron asked, and Harry could tell from Ron's expression that he was thinking the same.

"I do not know."

Ron was still pale, he didn't try to sit up, he didn't seem to have the strength to do so.

It is too difficult to transfer him.

"Stay here for now."

Hermione was relieved and jumped up.

"where are you going?"

"If you want to stay here, you have to set up some protective magic around."

Holding her wand, she started walking around in a big circle beside Harry and Ron, muttering words.

Harry saw a slight tremor in the surrounding air, as if Hermione was turning into a warm air above the clearing.

"Guard safely...all care...Muggle shielding...Listen with earplugs...you can take out the tent, Harry..."

"tent?"

"In the bag!"

"In... Of course."

This time he didn't bother to touch it any more, but used another flying curse.

A pile of canvas, rope, and poles flew out, probably because it smelled like a cat, and Harry recognized that this was the tent where they slept in the Quidditch World Cup night.

"Isn't this from the old Perkins at the Ministry of Magic?"

He asked, as he began to untie the nails of the tent.

"He obviously doesn't want to take it back. His back pain is so severe."

Hermione said that she is now drawing a complicated figure eight with a magic wand: "Ron's dad said you can lend it to me. Stand it up!"

She pointed to the messy canvas and said.

The pile of things immediately rose into the air, and all of a sudden fell on the ground in front of Harry, and the last nail flew from the surprised Harry's hand and slammed into the end of the rope.

"Falling the enemy trap," Hermione waved her wand towards the sky at last: "I can only do this. At least, if they come, we should be able to detect it.

But I don’t guarantee that this will stop V-"

"Don't say the name!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," Ron stood up and looked at them, and groaned softly: "It makes me feel like a--a curse or something.

Please, can't we call him a mysterious person? "

"Dumbledore said, fear of a name—"

"Remind, buddy, calling the mysterious person's name didn't end Dumbledore."

Ron robbed the white and said, "Just—just show respect to the mysterious person, okay?"

"respect?"

Harry repeated, and Hermione glanced at Harry warningly. It was obvious that in such a weak situation as Ron, he shouldn't argue with him.

Harry and Hermione dragged Ron into the tent.

Inside it was the same as Harry remembered: a small suite with a bathroom and a small kitchen.

He pushed away an old armchair and carefully placed Ron on the lower bunk of a bunk bed.

This short distance has also made Ron paler, and once he was placed on the mattress, he closed his eyes again and said nothing for a while.

"I'll make some tea."

Hermione said breathlessly, took the kettle and cup from her purse, and went into the kitchen.

Harry felt that the hot tea was as timely as the Fire Whiskey that the mad eye sacrificed the night, and seemed to scald his throbbing fear a bit.

After a minute or two, Ron broke the silence.

"What do you think about the Catmores?"

"If you are lucky, they have already escaped."

Hermione said, holding the hot teacup tightly for comfort: "As long as Mr. Catmall is clear-headed, he will use his entourage to show his wife away.

They might be fleeing abroad with their children, Harry told her to do so. "

"My God, I wish they escaped."

Ron leaned back on the pillow and said, the hot tea seemed to make him feel better, and he recovered a little blood.

"However, I don't think Reggie Catmore's mind is so good, the attitude that everyone talks to me when I pretend to be him.

God, I wish they escaped... if both of us entered Azkaban because of us..."

Harry looked at Hermione, and the question to his lips—Will Mrs. Catmore’s wand not prevent her from appearing with her husband—was swallowed again.

In fact, Hermione is not worried about this matter, at least at this point, she has very deep confidence in Jon. The teacher should be able to handle this kind of matter. Since they can all be brought out, it at least shows that The Order of the Phoenix had enough power and manpower to protect those who escaped from the Ministry of Magic.

At this point, her guess is not wrong. Although Catmore has a bad job and is not good at socializing at the Ministry of Magic, he has been able to work to this day. He also has some friends. That’s why he was able to He was favored by Stephen and the others-definitely not because he was chosen by Harry and others.

Even if there is no such thing as today, Stephen and the others are going to save the Muggle-born wizards in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

The new world is coming, and a large number of people are needed to promote the theory of the new world. There is no better manpower than a Muggle-born wizard.

But having said that, at this moment, Hermione watched Ron anxiously about the fate of the Catmores, her expression was so gentle, so gentle that it was unbearable.

Especially in Harry's eyes, he felt as if he saw her kissing Ron.

"Hey, have you got it?"

Harry asked her, half to remind her of his existence.

"Get it—what do you get?"

"Why did we take such a big risk?

The locket!

Where is the locket? "

"You got it?"

Ron yelled, lifting his body from the pillow a little: "No one told me!

My goodness, you should mention it! "

"Well, aren't we trying to escape from the Death Eater den?"

Hermione said, "Here, I keep it in my pocket all the time. It's well kept, please don't worry."

She took the locket from her robe pocket and handed it to Ron.

The locket was the size of an egg, and a gorgeous s, inlaid with a number of small emeralds, shone dimly in the twilight from the top of the canvas tent.

"Could someone destroy it after Kreacher?"

Ron asked with luck, "I mean, can you be sure it is still a Horcrux?"

"I think so," Hermione said, holding it in her hand and examining it carefully: "If you use magic to destroy it, there will be traces."

She handed it to Harry, and Harry held it in his hand and looked at it over and over. It looked intact.

He thought of the incomplete diary and the crack in the gem when the Ring Horcrux was destroyed by Dumbledore.

"I think Kreacher is right," Harry said. "We have to find a way to open this thing in order to destroy it."

As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized what he was holding and what was hidden behind the two little golden doors.

Although he had trouble finding it, he had a strong urge to throw away the locket immediately.

He restrained himself, tried to break the locket with his hands, and then tried the spell Hermione used to open Regulus' bedroom door, but it didn't work.

He gave the locket to Ron and Hermione again, and they each tried their best, but they were as unsuccessful as him.

"But do you feel it?"

Ron squeezed it tightly in his hands and asked in a low voice.

"what?"

Ron handed Harry the Horcrux.

After a while, Harry understood Ron's meaning.

Did he feel his own pulsation, or was there something beating in the locket, like a small metal heart?

"What shall we do with it?"

This was indeed a problem, because Jon went too anxiously and didn't tell her how to destroy the Horcrux.

"Keep it safe until you figure out a way to destroy it."

Harry replied.

Even though he didn't want to do this, he still hung the chain around his neck, let the locket fall into the robe, and hung it close to the chest next to the bag Hagrid gave him.

"I think we should take turns to watch outside the tent," he continued to Hermione, standing up and stretching his waist: "And we also need to think about the food issue—you stay here."

He said firmly, because Ron was struggling to sit up, his face turned green.

The sight glass Hermione gave him on Harry's birthday was carefully placed on the table in the tent. Harry and Hermione took turns taking on the task of guarding throughout the day.

However, the sight glass remained silent all day. I don’t know if it’s due to the protective magic and Muggle shielding spells Hermione cast around, or people rarely come here. The woods are always silent, only birds. And squirrels pass by occasionally. There was no change in the evening.

At ten o'clock, Harry lighted his wand and changed shifts with Hermione. Watching the silence, he saw bats hovering and dancing on the heights, passing the small starry sky above the camp.

He feels hungry now, and a little dizzy.

Hermione didn't put any food in her magic packet because she thought she was going back to Grimmauld Place at night.

They had nothing to eat, only some wild mushrooms that Hermione picked from the nearby bushes and cooked in a tinplate pot.

After taking two bites, Ron pushed his share away, feeling a little vomiting.

Harry just ate it so as not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

The surrounding silence was broken by the strange rustling and breaking twigs~www.wuxiahere.com~ Harry thought it was caused by animals and not people, but he held his wand on guard.

He ate the rubber-like mushrooms that were not enough to satisfy his hunger. His stomach was already uncomfortable, and now he was burning with nervousness.

He originally thought he would rejoice after stealing the Horcrux, but for some reason, he didn't feel that way.

Sitting there looking at a small piece of darkness illuminated by his wand, all he felt was worry about the future, as if he had been sprinting towards this goal for weeks, months, or even years. But now suddenly stopped, there was no way to go.

There are other Horcruxes that have not been found, and he has no idea where they may be hidden, or even what they are.

Moreover, he didn't know how to destroy the only one he found, the Horcrux now clinging to his chest.

Strangely, it didn't absorb his body temperature, but stuck to his skin coldly, just like it had just been fished out of ice water.

Sometimes Harry felt, perhaps imagined—he could feel a small heart beating irregularly next to his own.

Sitting in the dark, countless ominous premonitions crawled into my heart.

He tried to resist and drive them away, but they still struck mercilessly.

Both cannot be alive.

Ron and Hermione were talking softly in the tent behind him, they could leave at any time if they wanted, but he couldn't.

While sitting there trying to overcome his fear and fatigue, Harry felt the Horcrux pressing on his chest ticking and counting his remaining time... Stupid thoughts, he said, don't think like that...

The scar stings again.

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