94 hp Diagon Alley

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

Harry thought of the Forbidden Forest first, and for a moment, knowing how foolish and dangerous it would be for the three of them to be at Hogwarts, his heart still pounded with excitement at the thought of sneaking into Hagrid's cabin through the woods. Pound up.Then Ron let out a low groan, and Harry crawled towards him, and soon saw that this was not the Forbidden Forest: the trees looked younger, with wider spacing, and the ground was more open.

He bumped into Hermione next to Ron's head, which was also crawling.Seeing Ron, Harry forgot all about it, because Ron's left side was soaked in blood, and his face was dead white as he lay his pillow on the dirt and fallen leaves.While the only bit of blood on Ron's face faded, his hair became more and more red.

"What's up with him?"

"Separated," said Hermione, her hands already busy on Ron's sleeve, where the blood was the wettest and darkest.

Harry watched in horror as she ripped Ron's shirt open. He'd always thought body separation was a funny thing, but this time...his internal organs stirred uncomfortably, and Hermione lifted Ron's shirt, revealing his On the upper arm, a large piece of flesh was missing, as if it had been gouged out by a knife...

"Harry, come on, in my bag, there's a little bottle that says Perfume Essence -"

"In the bag—ok—"

Harry rushed to where Hermione had landed, grabbed the beaded pouch, and stuck his hand inside.Immediately, his hand touched each object: the spine of a leather book, the sleeve of a cardigan, the heel of a shoe—

"Quick!"

He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed to the inside of the magic packet.

"Bai Xianfei is here!"

A brown vial jumped out of his bag, and he grabbed it and hurried back to Hermione and Ron.Ron's eyes were half-closed, with only the whites of the upper and lower lids showing.

"He's passed out." Hermione was also pale. "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."

Harry uncorked the vial, and Hermione took the vial and poured three drops onto the bleeding wound.Green smoke billowed up, and when it cleared, Harry saw that the bleeding had stopped, and the wound looked as if it had been growing for days, with a layer of new skin covering the freshly exposed flesh.

"Wow," said Harry.

"I can only do so much," Hermione said tremblingly, "There are some spells that can make him fully recover, but I dare not use them, for fear that I will do more damage if I do it wrong... He has already lost so much blood ..."

"How did he get hurt? I mean," Harry shook his head, trying to get his head around what had happened, "what's this place?"

Hermione took a deep breath, looking like she was about to cry.

"While we Apparated, the Death Eater—Yaxley got hold of me and I couldn't shake him off, he was too strong. Halfway through, I had to—I had to use the Pulling Charm to force him to let go , but I was so distracted that I could only think of a random place...I guess he might have fallen in Diagon Alley...Sorry, Harry."

"Don't be silly, it's not your fault! If you want to blame it, it's me..." Harry said, "I left the protection of the Fidelity Charm."

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

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked softly.

"Terrible," said Ron hoarsely, stroking his injured arm and flinching in pain. "Where are we?"

"The forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held," said Hermione, "I was looking for some secluded, secluded place, and it was—"

"—the first place you thought of," Harry finished for him, looking at the seemingly deserted glade, and couldn't help but think of the last time they Apparated to the first place Hermione thought of, the eclipse. The Dead Apostles spotted them within minutes.Is it Legilimency?Did Voldemort or his henchmen know by now where Hermione had taken them?

"Do you think we should move?" Ron asked.Harry could see from Ron's expression that he was thinking the same thing.

"I do not know."

Ron was still pale and wet.He didn't try to sit up, and didn't seem to have the strength to do so.It was too difficult to transfer him.

"Stay here for now," said Harry.

Hermione jumped to her feet in relief.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked.

"If you're going to stay here, you'll have to put some protective magic around," she replied, wand raised, and began to walk in a wide circle around Harry and Ron, muttering.Harry saw a slight quiver in the air around him, as if Hermione had conjured a puff of heat over the clearing.

"Safe guarding...all protected...Muggle shielding...close your ears and listen...you can take out the tent, Harry..."

"tent?"

"In the bag!"

"In...of course," said Harry.

This time he didn't bother to touch it, but used another flying spell.A mass of canvas, rope and poles flew out, probably because of the cat smell, and Harry recognized it as the tent where they had slept the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Isn't this old man Perkins's from the Ministry?" he asked, starting to undo the tent's nails.

"He obviously doesn't want it back, he's got such bad back pain," said Hermione, who was now drawing intricate figure-eight patterns with her wand. "Ron's dad said he could lend it to me. Stand it up!" she said. Pointing to the messy canvas.Immediately the pile rose into the air, and all at once it fell to the ground in front of Harry, the last nail flying from the startled Harry's hand and thumping into the end of the stay.

"Trap the enemy," said Hermione, waving her wand upwards one last time. "That's all I can do. At least, if they come, we should be able to detect them, but I can't guarantee that this will stop V—"

"Don't mention the name!" Ron cut her off sharply.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," said Ron, pulling himself up to look at them, and gave a little heck, "it made me feel like a - a jinx or something. Can't we call him You-Know-Who, please?"

"Dumbledore said the fear of a name—" said Harry.

"Remind, buddy, calling the You-Know-Who's name doesn't bring Dumbledore any good results." Ron snapped, "Just—just show a little respect to the You-Know-Who, okay?"

"Respect?" Harry repeated, and Hermione gave Harry a warning glance, obviously not to argue with Ron in his frail condition.

Harry and Hermione dragged and hugged Ron into the tent.Inside it was just as Harry remembered it: a small suite with bathroom and tiny kitchen.He pushed aside an old armchair and carefully lowered Ron into the lower bunk of a bunk bed.This short journey had already made Ron paler. As soon as he was placed on the mattress, he closed his eyes again and didn't speak for a while.

"I'm going to make some tea," said Hermione breathlessly, taking a kettle and cups from her pouch and heading into the kitchen.

Harry felt that the hot tea was very timely, and it seemed to burn a little of the throbbing fear in his heart.After a minute or two, Ron broke the silence.

"What do you say about Lupine and Cedric?"

"With any luck, they've escaped," said Hermione, clutching a cup of hot tea for comfort. "As long as they're sane, they should get out of their duel with the Death Eaters as soon as we're gone. Lupine Probably with Tonks now, Harry told him to."

"My God, I hope they get away," said Ron, leaning back on the pillow.The hot tea seemed to make him feel better, and he also regained a little color. "Merlin, I really hope they escape...if both of them are because of us..."

Harry looked at Hermione, and the question on his lips - how on earth did the Death Eaters find out about their whereabouts - swallowed again.Hermione watched Ron worry about the fate of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and her expression was so tender that Harry thought it was as if she was kissing Ron.

In the afternoon of the second day, there were more customers in the Pig's Head Bar.Disguised George and Fred swaggered through the door.He sat at a small round table a little away from the bar.

"Three butterbeers," George said to the waitress behind the bar, snapping his fingers.

Gwen suppressed her anger and dropped three dirty beer bottles on the table with a bang. "Why are you here again?"

"Meet a friend." Fred said mysteriously.

"It's not going well," said George in a barely audible voice.

Gwen narrowed her eyes, lowered her head and pretended to wipe the table, and quickly said in George's ear, "Five minutes."

She walked back behind the bar slowly, yawned, and then quietly climbed up to the second floor while the guests were not paying attention.Back in her room, she wrapped her head tightly with a brown scarf, and changed into an extra-large cloak, walked out from the back door of the bar, pushed open the front door, and approached the twins' round table as naturally as possible.

"Close your ears and listen." Fred moved his lips, erecting a soundproof barrier around the three of them.

"What happened?" Gwen asked quickly.

"Mad-Eye moved out yesterday," said George, "just after Cedric sent his Patronus over with word. No one knows where he went."

Gwen felt her eyelids twitch, they all understood that Cedric's task now was to cover Harry's whereabouts.

"There are four big crows who don't know how to find them." Fred pointed. "Fortunately, Cedric and Moonface were nearby at the time."

Gwen felt like her heart was going to jump out of her throat. "Four