HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 But as soon as Hermione moved, Bathilda shook her head unexpectedly, pointed at Harry, then at herself.

　　 "She wants me to go with her alone."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Hermione asked, her voice sharp and clear, echoing in the candlelight swaying room, she was already worried, that kind of suspicion seemed to have become reality-without Jon by his side, it had become dangerous.

　　 "Maybe Dumbledore told her to give me the sword, so I can only give it to me?"

　　 "Do you really think she knows who you are?"

　　 "Yes," Harry said, staring down at the cloudy eyes that were staring at him: "I think she knows."

　　 "Okay, but hurry up, Harry."

　　 "Lead the way."

　　 The old lady seemed to understand, and staggered around him towards the door.

　　 Harry turned around and smiled comfortingly at Hermione, but didn't know if she saw it, she stood in the candlelight dirty room with her arms in her arms, looking at the bookshelf.

　　Neither Hermione nor Bathilda saw it. When Harry walked out of the room, he stuffed the silver frame of the unknown thief into his coat.

　　 The stairs were steep and narrow: Harry almost wanted to put his hands against Bathilda's bloated back, in case she fell backwards and crushed him, which seemed too possible.

　　 She whispered a little, slowly climbed to the top of the stairs, immediately turned to the right, and led him into a low bedroom.

　　 The inside is pitch black and the smell is unpleasant. As soon as Harry vaguely saw a urinal protruding from the bed, Bathilda closed the door, and even the little vision was swallowed by darkness.

　　 "Fluorescence flickers."

　　 Harry said, the wand was lit, and he was taken aback: Bathilda had walked up to him in the darkness for a few seconds, and he didn't even hear it.

　　 "Are you Potter?"

"Yes, I am."

　　 She nodded slowly and solemnly, and Harry felt the Horcrux beating rapidly, faster than his own heartbeat. It was an uncomfortable, anxious feeling.

　　 "Do you have anything to give me?"

　　 Harry asked, but she seemed distracted by the light from the tip of his staff.

　　 "Do you have anything to give me?"

　　 She closed her eyes, and several things happened with sympathy: Harry's scar was prickly like a needle; the Horcrux trembled, and even the sweater on his chest moved with it;

　　 The dark and rotten room disappeared temporarily, he felt a burst of joy, and said in a high-pitched, cold voice: watch him!

　　 Harry shook in place: the dark, rancid room seemed to surround him again, and he didn't understand what had happened just now.

　　 "Do you have anything to give me?"

　　 "Here."

　　 She pointed to the corner and whispered, Harry raised his wand and vaguely saw a messy dressing table under the curtained window.

　　 She didn't take him this time.

　　 Harry raised his wand and moved sideways between her and the unmade bed. He didn't want his eyes to leave her.

"what is this?"

　　 he asked, moving to the dressing table, which was piled high on it, looking and smelling like dirty clothes.

　　 "There."

　　 She pointed to the mess and said.

The moment he looked away and searched the pile of things for a sword hilt and a ruby, she moved weirdly: he saw it from the corner of his eye, turned around in horror, and slumped with fright. .

　　 He saw that aging body fell, and a big snake ejected from the place where it was her neck.

　　 When he raised his wand, the serpent attacked: a bite on his forearm, the wand flew to the ceiling with somersault, the fluorescent light swirled around the walls dizzyingly and went out.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the snake tail hit him hard in the abdomen, sweeping him breathlessly. He fell backwards on the dressing table and fell into the smelly pile of dirty clothes—

　　 He rolled aside, barely avoiding the tail of the snake that was swept away, and it slapped on the table where he was a second ago.

　　 He rolled to the ground, splashed with broken glass, and heard Hermione calling downstairs: "Harry?"

　　 He couldn't breathe enough air in his lungs to answer, and unexpectedly a heavy and smooth object knocked him to the ground again, he felt it slip past his body, strong and powerful——

"Do not!"

　　 "Yes," the voice whispered, "Yes...Look at you...Look at you..."

　　 "The magic wand...the wand flies..."

　　 But it doesn't work.

He needs to use both hands to push away the big snake wrapped around him. It is squeezing out the air in his lungs, pressing the Horcrux tightly into his chest. A pulsating ice circle is only a few minutes away from his own beating heart. Inches away.

　　 A white cold light suddenly appeared in his brain, all thoughts became blank, his breath was drowned, and the sound of footsteps in the distance disappeared...

　　 A metal heart hits outside his chest, and now he is flying, with the joy of victory in his heart, without the need for flying broomsticks and night skies...

　　 He woke up suddenly in the darkness of sour smell, Nagini had let him go.

He got up hurriedly and saw the silhouette of the big snake reflected in the dim light of the stairs: it was attacking, Hermione screamed and ducked aside, her spell was missed, smashing the window with curtains to pieces , The cold air poured into the room.

　　 Harry dodged again to avoid a shower of broken glass, and stepped on something like a pencil—his magic wand—

　　 He bent over to pick it up, but now the big snake fills the room with its tail flapping.

Hermione was gone. Harry thought of the worst for a moment, but suddenly there was a bang and a flash of red light. The big snake flew into the air and hit Harry's face hard, round and round the heavy snake body. Ascend to the ceiling.

　　 Harry raised his wand, but this time the scar burned more severely. I haven't had this pain for many years~www.wuxiahere.com~He is here! Hermione, here he is! "

　　 There was chaos, the big snake knocked over the shelf on the wall, and the broken porcelain flew around. Harry jumped out of the bed and caught the dark figure he knew was Hermione—

She screamed in pain and was pulled back to the bed by Harry, and the snake stood up again, but Harry knew something more terrifying than the snake was coming, maybe already at the gate, his scars were so painful as his head split--

　　 The snake swooped forward, and Harry took Hermione with a sprint and rushed out.

　　 When it hit, Hermione finally received the signal, flicked her wand, and screamed, "Thunderbolt explodes!"

　　 Her spell flew around the house, blew up the full-length mirror, and bounced back towards them between the ground and the ceiling. The heat of the spell burned Harry's arm.

　　 Two people jumped directly into the void from the broken window, Hermione’s scream echoed in the night, and the two were spinning in mid-air...

　　 Harry’s scars burst at this time. He is Voldemort, rushing past the smelly bedroom, his long, pale fingers clutching the window sill.

　　 He saw the bald man and the little woman whirl and disappear, shouting furiously, his shout mixed with the girl's, echoing in the dark garden, overshadowing the Christmas bell from the church...

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