HP Magic Biography

There was nothing after that... Harry said, Actually, nothing happened at the Weasleys, oh, of course, there were some other things, like me having a fight with Scrimgeour One, and it looks like I won.

What? said Hermione aloud. I mean, why?

Harry briefly explained Scrimgeour's intentions to the two, including Percy's return to the Weasleys.

Oh, it doesn't matter. Percy will come back sooner or later. After he realizes his mistake, strictly speaking, Percy is not bad, but he trusted the wrong person. There is also Mr. Weasley's reason here. After all, in the Before Voldemort came back, we were more like bullshit, a bunch of persecutors.

But it's all true, said Harry.

Hey man, just be quiet, we're talking about Scrimgeour, so the new Minister has decided to take you in?

He just wanted to use me as a mascot, Harry said. I don't like that.

It shows that you are very charismatic, Harry. Fan Lin shook his head, Anyway, this is not a bad thing, at least I can be sure that Minister Scrimgeour will not find anything for us when fighting Voldemort What we need is just such a piece of information.”

Okay, so, where is my dream? Is Voldemort doing something?

He never stopped, didn't he, buddy. Fan Lin shook his head, So, it's not surprising, but it's very possible that he just used some more insane things recently.

According to Rutherford's description, the gate of the forbidden area, also known as the gate of hell, is obviously something like an altar leading to hell.

Although Fan Lin didn't know whether it was hell or not,

But this does not affect Voldemort's thirst for power.

An Old God still alive, or rather, a part of an Old God?

There was only so much Voldemort needed.

Oh, well, I'm not interested in knowing that much. Harry shook his head, he thought of some bad things, just like all the dark wizards in history, what Voldemort was doing, probably Contempt for life and such.

Well, let's talk about you, what did you do for Christmas, I was still waiting for the two of you to come to the Burrow to find me, and it has been up to now.

Oh, don't be nervous... Fan Lin shook his head, not sure if he was nervous or Harry was nervous.

In short, their short vacation was not pleasant, or rather, a little unbelievable.

For example, a group of offline skeletons, only the skeletons are breathing blue fire. To be precise, it should be a giant dragon with a frosty breath?

Or, they dug up the seal of an undead creature?

Fortunately, Dumbledore and Nicole May went together, and they managed to pin down the blue-skinned zombie who was leading the Frost Wolf and had a big black crow on his shoulder before Fan Lin and the others arrived. go back.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a pleasant experience. Moreover, it can be seen that those things, that is, the undead cannot be completely eliminated. Fortunately, they are in the sea water of the polar region, and the undead do not have the ability to cross the ocean, and according to Dumbledore According to his judgment, those undead could not leave their tomb space at all, which was a place cursed by wizards.

But in fact, even Dumbledore couldn't understand more. It's not known what happened in that lifetime. Without documents, Fan Lin didn't even know that there were such a group of undead creatures that formed their own country.

At least, after Dumbledore stepped onto the top of the Black Tower, he saw the guy wearing the ice crown, chained by several chains of thunder.

Of course, it is clear that these guys used to be soldiers under the hands of Death, because after entering the black tower, Fan Lin clearly felt the breath of that guy, and the chains in his body were about to move.

However, when a few people found it, it was just a petrified eye above the main tomb, a piece of dead flesh and blood, maybe a clone?

This time it became clearer. It was nothing more than that after the God of Death failed, it was difficult for his subordinates to perish. After all, the kingdom of the dead has disappeared, so where are these guys sealed by the wizards or other things at that time? In short, this does not bring any value. .

A clone that has lost its power is not a threat at all. Fan Lin is more concerned about the one that the vampire has been supporting, perhaps the only one, and the key key to the evil is not found here.

The clues that Dumbledore can find are nothing more than a story of a puppet that has gained consciousness to pursue rebirth.

However, the mausoleum in the polar region represents death, and there is nothing found here except for the traces of some golems who once lived here.

The clue seems to be broken just like that. No one knows where the golem will take the evil key. As for the pursuit of rebirth...

This is a good way to determine the target, such as the famous city of the dead... Anyway, in things like resurrection, undead magic is indeed easier to use.

It can be seen that for a long time in the future, the Order of the Phoenix will have to deal with this kind of guy who is not afraid of life and death. Although the individual is not very powerful, but in terms of numbers...

Who knows how many bones there are in the ground under your feet?

We just searched for some ruins, helping Rutherford find his ancestors?

ancestor?

Ah, yes, it's the ancestors. Hermione was a little unnatural and lied to Harry, which still made Hermione feel a little sorry.

However, there is no progress. Rutherford just found some clues. It will take some time.

Oh, well... Harry nodded, he didn't like vampires, so he didn't intend to ask.

Presumably this habit was developed during Cedric's time?

By the next morning, the sixth graders were surprised by the start of a new term.

A large notice had been pinned to the notice board in the common room last night. Apparition Training If you are a seventh year student, or turn seventeen before 31st August, you are eligible to attend a twelve week Apparition training course taught by Ministry of Magic staff. Please sign below if you would like to participate. Costs 2 galleons.

Four people joined the crowd, who were registering their names below one by one.

Although it is said that Fan Lin has mastered this magic, in fact, he still needs to go through the normal procedure to report it.

As soon as Ron, who was at the back in line, took out his quill, Lavender quietly appeared behind him, covered his eyes secretly, and said in a gentle voice, Guess who I am, wow-wow?

This mouthful of dog food made Harry a little upset, why didn't Fanlin and Hermione make him... uncomfortable?

Maybe he was still young at that time and didn't understand the true meaning of crit?

It seemed that he really needed to be quiet.

In fact, Lavender and Ron got bored for a while, and Lavender didn't leave until everyone signed up.

So - Apparation, Ron wiped his mouth, would be fun, huh?

I don't know, Harry said. Maybe it's better when you do it by yourself. I don't feel too comfortable when Dumbledore takes me to do it together.

That's very uncomfortable. Fan Lin rolled his eyes, I advise you to focus on it, otherwise, get an in-body understanding?

Oh, don't say it's so scary, it's not that difficult, isn't it... I'd better pass it in one go, Ron looked eager. Fred and George are.

Charlie didn't succeed once, though, did he? said Harry.

Yeah, but Charlie's bigger than me, said Ron, holding out his arms like a gorilla, so Fred and George didn't go on and on about this...not in his face, anyway...

When can we take the actual test?

After seventeen. For me it's just March!

Yeah, but you can't Apparate here, not in the castle...

It's okay, isn't it? Everyone's going to know I can Apparate if I want to.

Ron isn't the only one excited about the prospect of Apparating. There was talk of the upcoming course all over the day; people seemed to be too optimistic about the ability to disappear and reappear at will than to ignore the risks posed by the magic.

Cool, if we could— Seamus snapped his fingers to signify disappearing. My cousin Fergus used to harass me with this trick, and after I know how to do it... he will never have peace...

Seamus fell into longing immediately, and the action of waving his wand was a bit too fanatical. The goal of the charm class was to conjure a stream of pure water, but his wand spewed out something like a rubber hose. It bounced off the ceiling and hit Professor Flitwick directly in the face.

Fortunately, there was no explosion, right?

Harry's already Apparated, Ron told an embarrassed Seamus after Professor Flitwick dried himself off with a wave of his wand and punished Seamus for writing sentences.

Deng—uh—someone took him to do it. Appearance, you know.

Wow! Seamus whispered, and he, Dean, and Neville moved their heads a little closer to hear Harry describe what it was like to Apparate. For the rest of the day, Harry was mobbed by other sixth years who asked what it was like to Apparate. Even though he told them how uncomfortable Apparating was, they seemed more in awe than resignation, and until ten to eight, people kept asking him about details, and he had to lie about needing Going to the library to return a book saved me from going to Dumbledore's class on time.

While walking on the road, Harry just remembered that he could have pushed Fan Lin out just now, even though the result might be a beating, no matter what, it was much better than being bothered all day.

The lights in Dumbledore's office were already on, the portraits of the former headmasters were snoring softly in their frames, and the Pensieve was placed on Dumbledore's desk early again.

Dumbledore put his hands on the sides of the Pensieve, looking very relaxed. Harry suddenly wanted to ask why he wasn't brought along, but he swallowed the words. Dumbledore would surely find a reason, and anyway he had another topic he wanted to discuss with Dumbledore.

But before he could talk about Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke first. I heard you saw the Minister for Magic over the Christmas break?

Yes, said Harry. He doesn't like me very much.

Yes, Dumbledore sighed. He doesn't like me either. But we can't sink in the pain, Harry. We have to keep fighting.

Harry grinned.

He wanted me to tell the wizarding public that the Ministry of Magic is doing a great job.

Dumbledore smiled. It was Fudge's idea in the first place. During his last days in office, in a desperate attempt to keep his job, he sought a meeting with you in hopes that you would give him some—

After all that stuff Fudge did last year? Harry said angrily. After the Umbridge thing?

I told Connelly it was impossible, but the idea didn't die with him. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour took office, and he asked me to arrange a meeting between you and him—

That's why you fight! Harry blurted out. Go up.

Truth is certainly reported occasionally, said Dumbledore. Maybe it was just an accident. Yeah, that's why we fought, and of course, that's not all. Still, it seems Rufus finally found a way to stop you.

He accused me of being 'Dumbledore's man from head to toe'.

Then he was very rude. I told him I was. Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Fox behind Harry let out a low, soft, melodious chirp. He suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked moist, and felt a moment of extreme embarrassment, staring quickly at his knees. But Dumbledore's voice was quite peaceful when he spoke again.

I'm very touched, Harry.

Scremgeour wants to know where you've been when you're not at Hogwarts, said Harry, still staring at his knees.

Yes, he did like asking about that, said Dumbledore's voice now cheerful, and Harry felt it was safe to look up now. He even tried to send someone after me. It was funny. He sent Dawlish. It wasn't very friendly. I've already been forced to cast a spell on Dawlish once; I've done it again with great apologies.

So they still don't know where you've been? asked Harry, hoping for more information on this interesting subject, but Dumbledore just smiled over the top of his half-moon glasses. Yeah, they don't know, and it's not time to tell you. Now, I'd suggest we move on, unless you have something else—?

In fact there is, Professor, said Harry. About Malfoy and Snape.

It's Professor Snape, Harry.

Yes, Professor. I overheard their conversation at Professor Slughorn's party... well, I actually followed them...

Dumbledore listened to Harry's story with a blank expression. After Harry finished he was silent for a moment, then said, Thanks for telling me that, Harry, but I suggest you forget about it. I don't think it's too important.

Not too important? Harry repeated in disbelief. Professor, do you understand—?

Yes, Harry, I have been blessed with extraordinary intellect, so I understand everything you tell me, said Dumbledore, somewhat sharply. I think you should even consider that I might know more than you. I'm glad you trusted me, but I assure you that what you've told me doesn't disturb me.

Harry sat there quietly, but there was a turmoil in his heart, and he stared at Dumbledore. What happened? Since he'd told Dumbledore all this about Snape, did that mean Dumbledore had indeed sent Snape to find out about Draco? Or was he really worried about what he heard, but pretended to be nonchalant?

So, Professor, Harry hoped his voice would sound polite and calm, do you still trust—?

I've been patient enough to answer that question, but he sounded less patient. My answer hasn't changed.

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