"It looks like we're going to have to stay here for the time being. Van Lin said, remembering Alex.

Alex must have led people to surround Sirius's house by this time, at least, the hidden spell had failed, and it was a sure thing that the ancestral house of the Black family would change hands because of this.

Thankfully, Fawkes finally heard his call, because of the Phoenix's miracles, and if you were to change pets, such as the stupid owl that Van Lin bought in a year, Van Lin couldn't imagine what would happen.

Die with Alex?

It's not a good deal.

However, Hermione looked much more relieved by Van Lin's words, so Hermione carefully leaned Van Lin against a tree, and then raised her legs and walked out.

"Where are you going?" asked Ron.

"If we're going to stay here, we're going to have to take some protective measures and unleash some magic around us. Hermione responded, picking up her wand and starting to walk around the three of them, making a large circle and muttering.

Harry could see some turbulent air currents drifting through the air: it seemed as if Hermione had created a heat wave in the clearing around them.

"Savel Eshia...... Armor Protector ...... Rebemugol Durum ...... Listen to the ...... with the earbuds closed Harry, go get the tent out......"

"Is this a spell too?" Almost everyone was stunned, but Harry reacted anyway.

"Tents?"

"In my bag!"

"In ...... Of course. Harry replied.

He didn't want to wander around now, but could use a flying charm. The tent was protruding from a mass of canvas, including ropes and tent posts, which Harry recognized, and the smell of cats was partly the one he slept in that night at the Quidditch World Cup.

"I suppose this tent belongs to Perkins from the Ministry of Magic, right?" he asked, starting to untie the tent's pins.

"Apparently he didn't want it anymore, his back hurt so bad," Hermione said, waving her wand in a complicated figure-eight motion, "and the Sirius one was too much space, and Ron's dad said he could lend it to me, so ...... Hurry up and open it!"

She added, pointing her wand at the oddly shaped canvas and letting it rise into the air in a stream of air and land in the clearing in front of Harry as if it were fully built, before flying out of the tent nail in the surprised Harry's hand and slamming into the rope before slamming it to the ground. "House fixed!" Hermione finally waved her wand into the sky, "There's only so much I can do, at the very least, we have to know that they're coming, and I can't guarantee that this magic will stop ......"

"Don't say that name!" Ron interrupted, his voice hoarse.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," Ron said, groaning a few times as he propped himself up to look at them, "but the name always reminds me of something ominous, can't we call him 'Mysterious'?"

"But...... Dumbledore had said, fearful of a name......" Harry had just begun.

"Unless you don't realize, buddy, just calling the mystery man by his name doesn't do Dumbledore any good in the end," Ron replied, "Just, just give the mystery man some respect, okay?"

"Respect?" Harry repeated, but Hermione glanced at him as if warning, obviously he didn't want to argue with Ron, especially when he was so weak.

"Oh well, maybe we can forget about him for a while......" Van Lin stood up with his hands on the tree and drank a little potion to regain his strength.

It must be admitted that the tears of the phoenix are definitely the holy product of external injuries, but there is really nothing Fox can do about this kind of injury caused by the magic disorder.

"What are you doing?" Hermione exclaimed, hurrying over, "You should ......"

"I feel fine, just like half a month ago. Van Lin said, "Let's carry Ron in first, Fawkes's tears can only help him connect to the flesh, and the injuries of the split body can't be dealt with in a while, it's up to him." ”

"Okay......" Hermione nodded, and Harry half-dragged Ron to the entrance of the tent, which was as everyone remembered, a small apartment, complete with a shower and a miniature kitchen.

Harry knocked an old armchair aside and carefully placed Ron on on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. Even though it was a very short trip, Ron's face turned even paler, and he closed his eyes again as they placed him on the mat, and for a moment he didn't say anything.

Inexplicably, Van Lin felt a little depressed, Ron had a problem now, after all, no one wanted such a thing to happen like splitting.

"I'll go make some tea right away," Hermione gasped as she got Van Lin into her seat, pulling the kettle and large cup out of her bag, and walking to the kitchen.

Harry found the hot drink to taste just as good as the fire whiskey from the night the Mad-Eye died, and it seemed to wipe out some of the fear that was twitching in his chest, and after a minute or two, Ron broke the silence.

"What happened to the Katemores?"

"Luckily, they should have escaped," Hermione said, clutching her hot cup comfortably and snuggling up inside the couch.

"If Mr. Katemore had been clever enough, he would have used his retinue to take Mrs. Katemore out, and they and their children would have escaped from that town by now, if he had ever listened to what I was saying. Van Lin said slowly, huddled in the couch as if it would make his body feel better.

"Gee, hopefully they'll get away," Ron said, leaning back on his pillow, the tea looking to do something to him, his face a little bloodied, "but I don't think Ray and Katemore are the kind of people who react quickly, I feel it by the way people talk to me when I become him." Oh my God, I hope they escape...... If the two of them are imprisoned in Azkaban because of us......"

Harry looked at Hermione, the question he was about to ask was up his throat about whether Mrs. Katemore would not be able to follow her husband's retinue because she didn't have a wand.

However, Hermione didn't seem to be in a state at this time, and after drinking two sips of hot tea to warm up, Hermione had been staring intently at Verlin, her expression as if she was about to drip water.

"Ahem...... I mean......" Harry coughed heavily, signaling that the two over-the-top men were still here.

"I mean, if a wizard loses his wand, wouldn't it ......?"

"Could it be anything?" Van Lin moved slightly, and let out a gasp of cold air, and Hermione suddenly became extremely nervous.

"You ......"

"I'm okay, don't worry......"

"I mean, is it possible that Lady Katemore can't apparilate because she doesn't have a wand?" Harry interrupted, "after all, the three of us rushed out without helping her get her wand back. ”

"Don't worry, otherwise how would wizards make Muggles move in space? Besides, we can do magic without a wand, can we, and apparition is not magic that can only be done with a wand. Van Lin shook his head, feeling that Harry was worried a little too much.

"But why...... I mean, mystery man...... He can do without ......"

"Because that's not certain. "Not all magic can be released through the body, especially those spells, imagine what it would be like to walk through your body before an Avada Death Spell is released?"

"Oh, do you have to use this spell...... Ron called out a little awkwardly, "we almost stayed there." ”

"But we escaped, didn't we? Van Lin said happily, "At least, it won't bother us ......."

"Before you say anything big next time, I want you to remember what you are now, Van Lin!" Hermione patted Van Lin's head helplessly, and involuntarily Harry shivered.

Never cared, or did he grow up and his perceptions changed?

Either way, the damage is naked.

"Well, I think we should figure out what's going on around first," Harry said, "after all, it's not clear if we're really out of danger yet. ”

"I think I'll need some time, of course, I've made some interesting discoveries, but I'd like to confirm the exact information in the saying. Van Lin said.

"Good!" Harry nodded.

"You really should take a break. Hermione said softly, kissing Vanlin on the forehead, "Have a good dream." ”

"Oh...... All right...... I think we should take turns to keep watch outside the tent," Harriel pulled a long voice and stretched out, then to Hermione, "We need to think about the food too, you stay here." ”

Harry's face turned green when Ron tried to stand up, and he hurriedly added.

The speculum that Hermione had given Harry as a birthday present was carefully placed on the table in the tent, and for the rest of the day, Harry and Hermione were on duty in turn, yet the speculum remained quietly on the fulcrum all day.

Maybe it was because Hermione had cast protective spells and Muggle banishments around them, or because people rarely set foot on the road? their little woods were still silent, except for the occasional passing bird and squirrel.

The fall of night didn't make any difference, and at ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand after swapping shifts with Hermione, and then patrolled the abandoned grounds.

Looking up at the silent sky, he noticed the bats flying over him a starry sky that they had protected. He is now feeling hungry and slightly dizzy.

Hermione didn't have anything to eat in her magic bag, as she thought they would be back in Grimmauld Place in the evening, so they didn't have anything to eat, except for the wild mushrooms Hermione had picked from the surrounding woods, which they had stewed in a teapot.

Ron took two large bites and pushed his portion away, looking like he wanted to throw up.

Harry insisted on eating it so as not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

Perhaps Van Lin was the luckiest, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he fell asleep, and in Hermione's explanation, this is the best way to recover in the case of a large overdraft of mental energy.

No one bothered him.

"I wish he could get better soon. Harry thought silently.

Suddenly, the silence around him was broken by a strange rustling sound that sounded like the friction between the branches, which Harry thought was more likely to be caused by animals than people, but he clenched his wand and prepared, his stomach was already uncomfortable from digesting the unstewed mushrooms, and now twisted together even more uncomfortably.

Harry stared at the dark night sky, and for a moment, Harry felt as if he was back at Hogwarts.

At Hogwarts, Harry was truly exposed to the outside world.

There are no starry skies in the cupboards under the stairs.

But......

Harry hesitated slightly, inexplicably, he thought of Dumbledore again, and the starry sky that night was also very bright, so brilliant that it made people feel cold......

Inexplicably, the scar began to sting again, and he was afraid that it was because he had these thoughts, so Harry tried to direct his thoughts elsewhere, and he thought of poor Kreacher, who was looking forward to them coming home but expecting Alex.

So, will the elf be silent, or will he tell the Death Eaters everything he knows?

Harry would rather believe that Kreacher had been on his side in the past and that it should be faithful to him now, but who knows what else would happen? What if the Death Eaters tortured that elf? Some unpleasant images came to Harry's mind, and he tried to put those thoughts aside, because now he couldn't help Kreacher: he and Hermione had decided not to try to summon it anymore, otherwise what if someone from the Ministry of Magic came with him?

With Hermione leading Alex to Grimmauld Place, they couldn't expect the elf's apparition to be free from the same flaws.

Harry's scars burned like a fire at the moment, and he thought of so many things they didn't know: Vanlin's ideas about magic were things he hadn't thought about, and what many people in the Order of the Phoenix had experienced, Harry barely experienced.

Like Dumbledore, Harry didn't think Dumbledore knew anything, but ...... Why didn't Dumbledore explain a little bit in the past? Did he think he still had time? Thought he could live for years, or centuries, like his friend Nicolame? If so, then he was wrong...... Snape guaranteed that...... Snape, the sleeping serpent, launched a raid on the top of the tower...... Dumbledore ...... Fall Fall......

"Give it to me, Grigovich. ”

Harry's voice was shrill, clear and cold, his wand was held in front of him by a slender pale hand, the man it was pointing at hung upside down in the air, but it didn't tie him, he swayed, he was strangely bound in the air, his limbs clinging to his body, his horrible face was on the same level as Harry's face flushed with blood, he had pure white hair and a bush-like beard: like a strapped Santa Claus hanging in the air.

"I didn't, I'm not here anymore! It's, many years ago...... Stolen from me!"

"Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, Grigovich, he knows...... He knows everything!" The hanging man's pupils dilated in fear, and they seemed to expand larger and larger until the black pupils overwhelmed Harry......

Then Harry walked down a dark corridor and followed in the footsteps of Fat Grigor with the lantern.

Grigovich burst into the last room of the hallway, his lantern illuminating what looked like a workshop, sawdust and gold shimmering in the rippling light, and on one side of the windowsill sat a young man with blond hair like a giant bird, and for a moment, the light illuminated him, and Harry saw his handsome face full of excitement, and the intruder cast a stun spell at him, and jumped out of the back window with laughter.

Harry stepped back from the dilated, tunnel-like pupils, and fear was written across Grigovich's face.

"Who stole it? Grigovich. The harsh and cold voice sounded again. "I don't know, I never know, a young man...... No...... Please...... I ask you!"

A scream echoed, then a flash of green light......