[SSHP] End of life

The author has something to say: a purely transitional chapter.Today's double update, you can close the webpage first, and wait for the afternoon.

SS still does not come out, laugh.

I checked it out yesterday, and it may take a few days for SS to become active and appear every day... I also struggle to update. If I can write it out and review it well, then I will post as many times as I review, but the number of self-reviews is too much. I have to ensure the quality, even if I speed it up, it is impossible to guarantee double updates and three updates every day.So... the Buddhist author said that you can watch it whatever you want, I can't help him if he doesn't come out, laugh.Just be happy.

Harry struggled to separate himself from the tangled sack of his robes.For an hour since Apparating here, they have been imbuing protection charms, banishing spells, and discussing the locket issue, and no one has had time to change their clothes.Runcorn was so tall that they didn't realize that none of the clothes on them were theirs until Harry tripped over his robes and fell into a pile of rotting leaves.

Harry hid behind a tree and took off Runcorn's clothes and threw them aside.He hadn't really observed where he was before.There are dark trees all around, and the blue sky looms among the yellow and green branches.

At first, Harry thought it was the Forbidden Forest.After observing the surrounding environment, he concluded that this was the location of the Quidditch World Cup in the fourth grade.There are no people around here, and it is neither close nor far from London.

Of the three of them, only Hermione had a certificate in Apparating.After changing their clothes again, they decided to go to the streets of London to fill their bellies first.

Hermione was the most cautious - she was always the most cautious in any action.Although it was a bit of a bummer at times, Harry admitted that he relied on Hermione's prudence, a quality in her that saved them a lot of danger.Not knowing if the Death Eaters were spying on the streets of London by some means unknown to them, she protested vigorously.

Ron, on the other hand, disagreed.Given that they hadn't been caught by Death Eaters for a week, he thought it was safer to mingle among the Muggles.After all, the proportion of wizards in the entire UK population is far less than that of Muggles.

So Harry's vote is particularly important.He thought about it, and finally Gryffindor's innate courage prevailed.Their appearance had been altered the Muggle way, and while Hermione and Harry had lost their glasses, both had also changed the length and color of their hair.Whether the Death Eaters had any other means of finding them would have to be tried.

Hermione led them, and boldly Apparated to the street where the Ministry of Magic was.They still sat back on the window seats on the second floor of the bookstore, holding a cup of coffee each, observing the movement downstairs.There were several obviously suspicious figures hovering at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, obviously guarding the entrance, all nervous and angry.Snape and that crazy Death Eater had left there.

Harry's gaze rested briefly on a telephone booth.He guessed that the two of them would probably attack each other in front of Voldemort, but he couldn't take the risk of actively connecting with Voldemort's mind, it wasn't worth it.They still didn't know who had sounded the alarm, but it didn't matter anymore—they'd left safely and couldn't get back into the Ministry any time soon.

Watching the Ministry from afar, Harry had a miserable meal.Ron is very unvigilant at times, and Hermione's actual combat is obviously not as good as himself and Ron.Harry ate with all his vigilance, and by the end his stomach hurt.

In the afternoon, the three people hiding in a hidden corner of a small coffee shop were attacked again by Death Eaters who broke into the door.Those guys appeared at the door almost out of nowhere, and Harry didn't know how exactly they Apparated at the narrow glass door.Explosions continued to occur around them one after another, and light bounced around.Hermione grabbed Harry, who was fighting back, and Ron, who kept yelling to smash his bones to create a cover, and there was a familiar squeeze.They apparated again.

When Harry woke up, he smiled wryly and saw the blue sky among the branches and leaves, but in just one day, a similar scene had become very familiar.The orange-red sunset slanted in the narrow gap between the forests, and the dusty smell of dry leaves permeated the surroundings.He got up, and Ron was lying on the ground next to him, the clothes on his back were stained with blood, but the wound looked like it had been there for several days.Harry sat up straight with a jerk.

"Two or ten minutes less, Harry." As if knowing what Harry was thinking, Hermione said wearily, "This is Bai Xian's effect, but I don't dare to do more, I'm afraid—"

With a long groan, Ron seemed to wake up.He moved a bit, and cursed vaguely in pain.

"We can't move," said Harry decisively, despite a strong sense of unease in him. "We're going to be here for at least three or four hours. Ron needs a break."

He said and stood up.Hermione also stood up at the same time. She walked around the three of them in a circle, holding her wand high, and kept chanting various protective spells.

Harry felt in his pocket.He took out the locket and hung it on his chest.The gold box and the green diamonds gleamed blindingly in the setting sun, and Harry grabbed the box again, tucking it into his coat, against his skin.

In a short time, Hermione had spelled out the tent.She came over, grabbed Ron's feet, and motioned for Harry to move Ron's shoulders.

"Float him," Harry said to Hermione, who was about to drag Ron into the tent.Growing up in Muggle society had always made him subconsciously think in Muggle ways, and six years later he still couldn't shake the habit.Presumably Hermione did too.

They put Ron in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.The soft mattress seemed to make Ron feel better. He opened his eyes and smiled weakly.

"I'm going to make some cocoa," said Hermione, hurrying into the kitchen.Thankfully, they stopped by the supermarket to buy some food before lunch, in order to avoid starvation during the escape that might have been necessary.

"Lucky we have Hermione," said Ron, his voice hoarse.

Harry gave Ron a reassuring smile.In Ron's eyes, Hermione is all-powerful and the best.Harry wasn't sure if his irritability was due to another vague sense of being excluded, or an instinctive alertness before the crisis.

"I've got to take a look," said Harry. "Only around the tent. You can't see what's going on outside here, in case there's any danger..."

Without waiting for Ron's answer, he opened the curtain and walked out quickly.Leaving the dimly lit tent, the sunlight gave Harry a momentary sense of broadening his vision.He took a few steps diagonally forward and leaned against a tree.There was no one around, and no sign of Death Eaters on their trail, which made Harry a little relieved.But he knew in his heart that if they were found and located, it would only take a few seconds for the Death Eaters to come here.

He sighed silently.

He got the Horcrux, but he didn't feel the excitement that he should have at all.Dumbledore told him that the Horcruxes needed to be destroyed, but he didn't say how to destroy them.The book he left clearly recorded the method, but Harry, the savior who was left behind, had neither fangs nor any kind of spell that could completely destroy the Horcrux carrier.Perhaps Dumbledore had anticipated his plight, but he went to a place where he couldn't talk to him.He could no longer discuss with him exactly where the Horcruxes were and how to destroy them—maybe there was venom in the Snitch and he couldn't open it, maybe he needed to learn a powerful spell.But the current situation is just that he is holding a locket; all thoughts are going nowhere.

Harry didn't understand why Dumbledore wouldn't work with them after his death.Dumbledore's portrait refused to see him, at least not until he left school.Harry was sure that he had the ability to sneak into Hogwarts, and that he was brave and resourceful enough to get into the Headmaster's office, but he couldn't go there when he wasn't sure if Dumbledore would show up.He will cause trouble for others.

There is always a way.Harry took a deep breath, trying to think optimistically. "I'll open it when it's over," says the Snitch.If he had collected all the Horcruxes it would have meant the end, and it was likely that when he laid them side by side in front of it, it would open, containing the means to destroy the Horcruxes.He felt like a protagonist in a Muggle novel again - collecting everything, getting the killer weapon.Then he went to duel with the Demon King alone and won in the end.He looks forward to those heroes, but once a similar plot is set on him, he only feels frustration after frustration.

"Harry," Hermione called out to him.Her complexion has already turned a little rosy when brewing cocoa, and at the same time, there are faint traces of fragrance brought out of the tent.

Harry smiled at Hermione, looked around cautiously again, and then entered the tent.He took his cup, and the friends began to discuss the reasons for the attack.

"You don't have traces on you, Harry, none of us. They didn't attack us because they recognized us, there must be some other way. I mean, if you don't feel the pain of the scars , isn't it -"

"Enough!" Ron yelled, sprawled on the edge of the bed.Some of the hot cocoa in his hand spilled out, making him gasp.Hermione was taken aback.

"Please don't mention that name again! He is smart enough! At least we can respect this opponent!"

Hermione looked at him, and after a moment, nodded.It was clear at first glance that she hadn't meant to call it that name, but she was clearly determined to accept it.

Harry was a little unhappy.If the little fear attached to a name can scare all wizards out of their wits, it might as well throw in the towel.Death Eaters are people too, and they've escaped from Death Eaters twice in just one day today.Got the locket once.They didn't have to - but seeing Ron's pained face, he swallowed the words back.

"Sorry, I got a little too excited." Ron groaned, "But can't we call him another way? Anyway, the name is just a code name, and our due respect to him does not mean surrender. This Both times we were attacked after calling his name, I really wondered if the name was cursed..."

As he spoke, it seemed that he flinched from this inference again, so he forced a smile.

"It's not impossible. This is the second time, after all," said Hermione, who seemed to genuinely agree this time. "We know so little that we didn't even have a good year of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Who knows what he can do? Harry, if that man's intrusion into your mind must have caused pain in your scar, then perhaps it's no coincidence that we were attacked when you weren't having a headache!"

Harry still disapproved a little, but he also wondered why the Death Eaters had pinpointed their location twice in a row after they had called Voldemort by his first name.This is obviously not because of the induction of the Horcrux.He nodded and drained his cup of hot cocoa.

Not being called Voldemort's name just needs a little attention, and it's not really a big deal.It's the Horcruxes that really matter.Harry decided to believe that there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and if there was nothing they could do after collecting all the Horcruxes, then he could force Dumbledore's portrait to show up, or go on a long trek to find another snake Strange.

If there was really nothing they could do in the end, at least Snape was there.Harry thought, tapping his glass with his wand.Just this morning, he had seen Snape.He was sure that he was still no match for him, but one day he would definitely defeat this man.If he wasn't his opponent when Snape was needed, he would seek the help of his companions or choose a sneak attack, and he had to catch Snape anyway.Since Snape had boasted that he could concoct so many poisons that people would not even have time to utter a word before they died, he must have found a way to create a poison that could rival the basilisk's poison.