"Harry!"

Harry snapped his eyes open, gasping for breath, his forehead aching as if it were on fire.

He had just passed out and leaned against the side of the tent, crooked the canvas, and he found himself slipping to the ground.

Harry looked up at Hermione, her thick hair obscuring the small patch of sky that could be seen through the dense branches above them.

But Hermione's gaze made him feel a little weak,

"I had a dream. Harry said, quickly sitting up, innocently trying to look into Hermione's angry eyes, "Must have dozed off, sorry." ”

"Don't change the subject, Harry! I know it's your scar! I can tell from your expression! you've trespassed on ......"

"Don't say that name!" Ron's angry voice came from inside the tent.

"Alright," Hermione replied impatiently, "the brains of the mystery man, alright?"

"I didn't want it to happen!" Harry said, "It's a dream! Can you control your dream?" Hermione?"

"If you learn Occlumency......"

But Harry wasn't interested in her reproach, he wanted to talk about what he had just seen.

"He found Grigovich, Hermione, I think he killed him, but before that, he hacked into Grigovich's brain, I saw ......"

"I think we'd better change shifts, if you're tired and need to sleep. Hermione said coldly.

"I can stay on duty!" Harry said with some displeasure, but it was no different from quibbling in Hermione's eyes.

"No, it's clear you're too tired, go lie down with Van Lin for a while. She stubbornly sat down at the mouth of the tent, and Harry, though angry, did not want to quarrel with her, so he leaned into the tent.

Ron's still pale face peeked out from the bottom bunk, and Vanlin was asleep in the next room, and even breathing could be heard.

Harry was tempted to tell Van Lin about his dreams, or whatever, but now it seemed that it had to be put on the next day.

Harry climbed into the top bunk and lay down, staring at the black canvas top, and after a while, Ron said in a voice so low that Hermione, who was curled up in the doorway, couldn't hear hermione, "What did the mystery man do?"

Harry narrowed his eyes and tried to remember every detail, then whispered into the darkness, "He found Grigovich, he tied him up, he tortured him." ”

"Tie up Grigovich, and how is he going to make him a new wand?"

"I don't know...... Strange, isn't it?" Harry closed his eyes and recalled everything he had seen and heard, and the more he recalled, the more meaningless it became...... Voldemort didn't say anything about Harry's wand, about the tail feathers of the same phoenix, about having Grigovich build a new, more powerful wand to defeat Harry.

Maybe he wanted something else, but Grigovich was a master wand-maker, so find one...... I mean, master wandmaker, Harry couldn't think of a second possibility other than the problem with his wand.

"What the hell did he want from Grigovich," Harry said, eyes still closed, "and he asked him to hand it over, but Grigovich said it had been stolen...... And then...... Then ......"

He recalled him as Voldemort, as if it had entered Grigovich's eyes, intruding into his memory......

Regents?

It was Harry's first thought, but apparently, Voldemort was more destructive.

"He saw Grigovich's memory, I saw a young man sitting on the windowsill, and then he shot a spell at Grigovich and jumped out of the window and fled, he stole it, something that the mysterious man wanted. I...... I think I've seen him somewhere before......"

Harry wished he had taken a second look at the laughing boy's face, which, according to Grigovich, had been years since then. But why did the young thief look familiar?

The sounds of the surrounding woods were inaudible in the tent, and all Harry could hear was the sound of Van Lin's intimate breathing.

After a while, Ron whispered, "Don't you see what the thief is holding?"

"No, but ...... That thing must be small. ”

"Harry?" Ron lay back on the bed, and the bed wrench creaked. "Harry, don't you think the mystery man wants that thing, to turn it into a Horcrux?"

"I don't know," Harry said slowly, "maybe, but wouldn't it be dangerous for him to make another Horcrux?"

"Right...... But maybe he didn't know it himself. Ron said.

"yes...... Possible. Harry said.

He had already determined that Voldemort had found a solution to the wand core problem on the same phoenix, and it was certain that Voldemort had found a solution from the Old Wandmer...... But he still killed him, apparently not asking him that question about his wand.

What was Voldemort trying to find?

The Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world are under his control, why is he still trying for so long to find something that Grigovich once had, but was stolen by some unknown thief?

Harry still remembered the face of the blond young man, full of excitement and uninhibitedness, and he had the Fred and George air of a successful prank. He jumped out of the high ledge like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where......

With Grigovich's death and the jolly thief in danger, Harry pondered his questions, lost his thoughts, and as Ron's rumbling snoring came from the lower bunk, he himself slowly fell asleep again.

The dream was still the same.

Inexplicably, the scene Harry had seen before kept repeating itself in his mind, like a movie or a comic strip.

Suddenly, Harry remembered Dumbledore again, his cracked skin, a faint blue glow shining through his skin, as if he couldn't suppress his magic.

What exactly did Dumbledore do?

Horcruxes? or something else......

Early the next morning, after a long night's rest, Van Lin had almost recovered, and the magic of the Philosopher's Stone slowly restored Van Lin's magic through the connection.

This always gave Van Lin the illusion that he was an alchemical product.

Runes, spells, and then the supply of Philosopher's Stones, and even the body has been transformed.

Maybe that's how the original wizards came over?

I have to admit that the powerful resilience of the phoenix's tears has made Van Lin alive again.

But as soon as he touched his pocket, a cold ball greatly stimulated Van Lin's senses, the magic eye of the mad-eye Moody.

When Fang Fan Lin took out the Demon Eye, the four of them all fell silent.

Mad-Eye Moody has no way to come back, and his MONOCULUS appears in Umbridge's doorway, shattering everyone's illusions about Moody.

Out of the door, Fan Lin found an ancient tree in the forest with the most branches and looked quite resilient.

He buried Mad Eye Moody's magic eye in the shade of its tree. He marked the bark with a wand with a wand.

It wasn't huge, but Van Lin thought Mad-Eye would prefer it to be tied to Umbridge's door.

Then, the four of them began to mourn for Moody, but it didn't last long, and they had more serious questions to solve, such as Shun, where should they go next.

After asking everyone for advice, Harry, Verlin, and Hermione agreed that it was best not to stay in one place for too long, and Ron thought so, but his only request was that the place he went to should have a corned beef sandwich.

It must be admitted that what Ron said is important, they cannot live like primitive people.

So Van Lin and Hermione set about clearing the neighborhood of everything the girl had magically conjured, and Harry and Ron sorted out all the magical marks and traces that showed that they had camped here.

Then, together with Hermione, they apparition to the outskirts of a small town.

As soon as they got there, they set up tents in the hideaway of small bushes and cast defensive spells around them. Harry ventured out to find food under the Cloak of Invisibility, but things often didn't turn out as planned.

As soon as he entered the town, an unnatural cold wind struck, the mist condensed, and the sky above him suddenly darkened, making him even colder.

"You can summon a Patronus!" Ron retorted, at which point Harry stepped back to the tent and freed his hand, breathless, and mouthed one word: Dementors.

"I can't help it...... Summoning ......," he gasped, grabbing the edge of the tent, "can't...... Summoned ......"

Their expressions of astonishment and disappointment made Harry feel guilty, it was an unpleasant experience to see the Dementors glide accurately towards him from a distance, the suffocating cold paralyzing his entire body, the distant screams hitting his eardrums, making him powerless to defend himself anymore.

Harry used all of his willpower to get himself to run, leaving the Dementors gliding blindly through the Muggles. Muggles could not see the Dementors, but could feel the desperation wherever they went.

"So we still haven't found any food. ”

"Shut up, Ron. Van Lin interrupted him with a frown, "Harry, what's going on? Why do you think you can't summon a Patronus anymore? You could summon a Patronus perfectly yesterday!"

"I don't know. He sat quietly in one of Old Perkin's old armchairs, feeling even more humiliated than he had then. He felt that there was something wrong with him. Yesterday seemed like a long time ago: today I'm back to that thirteen-year-old me, the only person on the Hogwarts Express to face a Dementor collapse. Ron kicked and broke a chair leg. "What!" he yelled at Hermione, "I'm going to starve! All I've eaten since the last time I'd bled half to death has been just a few mushrooms!"

"But you can walk over and walk through the Dementors. ”

Like a stab, Harry said fiercely. "I will, but I still have a bandage on my arm, unless you haven't noticed. ”

"That's easy to notice."

"So that's ......"

"Of course!"

"Alright, stop!" said Van Lin, "there is no point in arguing like this, that is, the Dementors are surrounding this place?"

"Yes, that town, there are too many of them. Harry tapped his head, he didn't understand why he was suddenly ......

"Maybe Voldemort has influenced you," Van Lin said, "and every time a connection is made, one of them is always suppressed." ”

"Empty your brain, Harry, and try to give yourself some strength. In fact, he was going to do it, but it seems that a wizard who has not fully recovered can easily have some unexpected problems, such as not being able to control his magic at a critical moment.

"Okay, but let's go find food somewhere else. Hermione said, glancing at Harry sly, "We can't always stay where the Dementors are around. ”

Finally they spent the night in a field on a remote farm, from where they got eggs and bread. "It's not stealing, is it?" Hermione asked timidly as they devoured scrambled eggs and toast.

"Shouldn't I put some money under the cooing chicks?" Ron said, rolling his eyes, his cheeks bulging.

"Oh, my Hermione, don't worry about so much. Relax!" said Van Lin, "it's just some kind assistance, and if you don't mind, I think we can wait until everything is settled before coming back to compensate them." ”

Moreover...... That's true...... After their comforting meal, relaxation becomes very simple. On this night, the controversy about the Dementors was also forgotten in the laughter.

And there seems to be some hope for the future.

At the very least, to be clear, they need to find the two remaining Horcruxes, as well as the props to destroy them.

The Gryffindor Sword was gone, and Van Lin had tried to pull it out of his hat, but it wasn't as easy as he thought.

Fawkes has also lost contact, and the little phoenix seems to have found a distant abode, which Van Lin can't sense now.

However, Harry was optimistic and hopeful, and he was the first man on duty in the three night shifts. This is the first time they have realized the fact that they are in good spirits when they are full, while an empty stomach represents argument and sorrow.

Harry wasn't surprised by this, as he had a time when he was nearly starved to death at Dursley's house.

Hermione survived those nights fairly well, and they didn't get any food in their search other than berries and expired cookies. Her temper may be a little better than usual, and she is often silent.

Van Lin was the same as before, staring at the parchment curls that had been rubbed from Alex, but it was certain that Van Lin would not be the first to collapse until Hermione didn't say anything.

However, Ron was accustomed to three delicious meals a day provided by his kind mother or the house-elves at Hogwarts, and hunger made him irrational and irritable.

"Where are we going next?" Ron kept repeating, seemingly he didn't have any idea of what he wanted or Harry to come up with, and he sat there thinking about the food shortage.

In the days that followed, their conversation became more and more repetitive, as they didn't get any new information.

And the content of the conversation naturally does not bypass the important prop of the Horcrux.

In addition to what Van Lin knew, there was also an unknown Horcrux that made Van Lin a little difficult.

Maybe it's made before, maybe it's after.

The latter is more likely, though, but it can also become very troublesome.

Nagini was the first choice, but Van Lin had already disposed of the serpent.

It was as if things were at an impasse, and Van Lin had no way of explaining it to Harry.

Naturally, Van Lin didn't interrupt Hermione and Harry, and the two of them seemed very enthusiastic.

As Dumbledore told them, they were convinced that Voldemort would hide his Horcruxes in a place that was very important to him.

They kept enumerating, dreary and boring, over and over again, the places they knew Voldemort had lived or visited.

The orphanage, where he was born and raised, Hogwarts, where he studied, Bogin Burke, where he worked after graduation, and then Albania, where he spent the years of his exile: these formed the basis of their speculation.

"Come, let's go to Albania. Even searching the entire country would not take an afternoon. Ron said sarcastically.

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