Ron walked crisply.

The rain outside the tent hadn't stopped, and the rain mixed with dirt wiped out all traces of Ron, and no one would have thought it had been for the messy beds that showed that it had ever been inhabited......

"Don't go, he's leaving......" Van Lin shook his head, stopping Hermione's urge to rush out.

Harry stood still, not saying a word.

"How...... ...... like this," Hermione whimpered, her hands covering her face, tears wetting the back of her hand through her fingers.

"I'll clean up and add to the spell......," Harry said silently, turning and rushing into the rainy night.

The light in the darkness struck the tent like lightning.

There may be fantasies, but it's true that not everyone is suitable.

I think what Ron values more than them is the safety of these people.

Gift?

Inexplicably, Fan Lin felt a little ridiculous, and all the happiness and unhappiness became calm at this moment.

Ron's accident made the team that had just left the harvest silent again, although this seemed to be an inevitable thing in Van Lin's eyes, and the three of them did not seem to reflect the value of Ron's presence at all.

But no matter what, friends, after all, there is no way to give up.

This incident hit Harry the hardest.

When Harry woke up the next day, it took several seconds to remember what had happened.

In fact, Harry naively wished it was just a dream, he wished Ron was still there and he didn't leave.

However, when he turned his head on the pillow, he could see Ron's abandoned bed, which was drawing his eyes like a dead body on the road.

Harry jumped out of his bed, trying not to look at Ron's bed.

Hermione was busy in the kitchen, and as Harry walked over, she whispered a good morning and quickly turned away.

Hermione had cried last night, and her eyes were still a little red and swollen.

Van Lin was still scrutinizing his magic repeatedly, and everyone was still the same, never slacking off in practice, only becoming more silent.

Surprisingly, Harry sat down beside Van Lin, feeling the cold magic of Van Lin, which seemed to make him more sober.

Van Lin opened his eyes and looked at Harry in a daze.

"If you don't mind, I think you should give this a try. As he spoke, Fan Lin handed over a crystal ball, and the chaotic points of light in the crystal ball were densely packed, which couldn't help but make people feel irritable.

"How?"

"Control them, the way you want. Van Lin said, then got up and walked to the kitchen to help.

"He's gone," Harry said to himself, and tried to practice as Van Lin had told, but instead of guiding the points of light into orbit, Harry's spirit was like a current that had washed them away, and then quickly returned to its original form.

Harry tried again and again, and in the end, he had to recognize one thing, his current spirit was simply a mess.

"He's gone!" he thought again and again as Harry washed and dressed, as if repeating it would take less of the blow to him.

Ron has left, this is the truth, and Van Lin also feels that Ron's departure, if he wants to come back, maybe he can only meet in the Burrow or Hogwarts.

The three of them ended the breakfast in silence, and because Ron was gone, the Ministry of Magic surveillance could easily come to the door, and even though Harry had added magic, they were still in no mood to make trouble for themselves.

Who knows what will happen?

They were sorting out their things, and Harry seemed distracted.

Van Lin knew why Harry was stalling on the riverbank, and on several occasions he had spotted Harry desperately searching, perhaps to give himself some hope?

However, the red-haired figure did not appear among the trees, as it had been last night, and could see nothing but the rain-washed trees.

This couldn't help but make Harry a little annoyed again.

Another small wave of anger exploded in his heart, and Harry could even hear Ron saying, "We thought you knew what you did!"

With this heavy knot in his heart, Harry began to pack his things again.

The muddy river next to them was rising rapidly and was about to cross the embankment where they were. They stayed for several hours longer than usual when they went to camp.

Even, Fan Lin himself couldn't help but use magic to perceive, maybe the familiar feeling would come back in the next second.

Eventually, though, after Hermione rechecked her handbag for the third time, everyone gave up on the idea.

They didn't have time to procrastinate, the Death Eaters were much more agile than they thought.

After a moment's hesitation, Van Lin put away the lights out that Dumbledore had left for Ron and put them in the storage space, perhaps Ginny should have returned them to Ron, or ......

Ron gave up......

Without hesitation, the recovered Van Lin pulled Hermione and Harry to immediately apparat, aimlessly, very abruptly, they appeared on a windswept hillside overgrown with heather.

As soon as they got there, Hermione's knees went limp, and she remembered that she had lost her strength, and sat on a large rock, her face against her knees, and she was shaking.

Van Lin crouched down, one of his hands gripped by Hermione, while the other gently combed the girl's long hair.

The four of them spent six years together, whether they were fooling around or messing around.

Leaving aside the ignorant years of childhood, it seems that the most meaningful time is together.

Face Voldemort, or......

Harry looked at Hermione in silence.

Harry thought he should comfort her, but something seemed to force him to stand still.

Harry felt cold and nervous throughout: he saw the contemptuous look on Ron's face again.

Harry strode through the heather, circling around a heartbroken Hermione, chanting the spell she often used to keep them safe.

They didn't discuss Ron for the next few days.

It was like a tacit understanding between the three of them, normal communication and eating, but no one mentioned anything about Weasley, about the red hair, about Ron.

Van Lin hesitated, he wanted to see Dumbledore, but as if he had been abandoned, they were forgotten in the corner.

Losing contact with the Order of the Phoenix feels like being derailed from the world, and the thought of what you are about to face is like a mountain, and Fan Lin is out of breath.

They seem to have lost their smiles, and everyone is trying to get out of this situation in their own way.

Van Lin was constantly experimenting with magic, but it was like a bottleneck that kept Van Lin firmly there.

Van Lin began to help Hermione and Harry practice, just like he had at Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't hit the spirit at all.

Ron's departure was a nightmare that entangled Harry, and he began to dream of Hogwarts so much that Harry didn't dare to sleep at night.

During those days, Harry began to pull out a map of the living spots and look them up by the light of his wand. He waited for the moment when the dot representing Ron appeared in the hallways of Hogwarts to prove that he had returned to the comfort of the castle, protected by his pure-blood identity.

However, Ron didn't show up on the map, and it wasn't long before Harry suddenly woke up to find himself staring at Ginny's name in the girls' dormitory, and he was worried that his obsessive gaze would disturb her sleep, so that she might sense that he was thinking about her and wishing her well.

During the day, they went to great lengths to try to determine where the Sword of Gryffindor might exist, but the more they discussed where Dumbledore might have hidden it, the more desperate and far-fetched they felt.

For the first time, Van Lin felt like he was losing control, like he was doing now, and he seemed to ask for understanding, but he tried all the methods, and the Sword of Gryffindor didn't give him a response at all.

Harry couldn't remember the place Dumbledore had mentioned that he might be hiding.

There were times when he didn't know if he was mad at Ron or Dumbled.

We thought you knew what you did...... We think Dumbledore told you what to do...... We think you have a real plan!

Harry couldn't deny it: Ron was right.

Dumbledore actually left him nothing.

It had long been certain that they knew about a Horcrux, but until now, the whereabouts of that Horcrux had not been seen at all.

Van Lin couldn't tell the location of the Gold Cup, it was his biggest secret, he had done enough, and it was more up to Harry to face Voldemort.

But what will he face?

There are times when Van Lin wants to get out of here, to go to the North Pole, to Hogwarts, to Greece, to Egypt......

However, imagination out of thin air could not solve any problems, all he could do was to take it step by step, according to the plan, solve the remaining known Horcruxes, and then ......

Van Lin needed the key to Bellatrix, or, he should consider going to Malfoy's manor.

What is certain, though, was that the long time had now begun to shake Harry, and he was thinking of taking the advice of his friends and letting them accompany him on this winding and pointless journey.

What the hell are you doing?

I don't know how long, Harry kept repeating the question.

They spent many nights in near-silence.

Hermione took the portrait of Phoenix out and leaned back in a chair, as if it would fill the void left by Ron's departure.

Although Phoenix had earlier asserted that he would not visit them again, Phoenix seemed unable to resist the opportunity to learn more about what they were planning to do.

He allowed himself to appear invisible, and it is like that all these days.

Van Lin felt a little funny, this is magic, isn't it, those who have passed away appear vividly in front of him, and even play some small tricks.

Harry, on the other hand, was glad to see him, for someone had come to keep them company, though that companion was constantly sneering at them.

They needed to know what was going on at Hogwarts, even though Phoenix wasn't an ideal source in Harry's eyes.

Ever since Snape became the first Slytherin headmaster to take control of the school, Phoenix had admired him.

As a result, they had to be careful not to criticize or mention Snape's concerns, or Phoenix would leave his paintings immediately.

Stubborn little old man.

Suddenly, it reminded Varlin of Dumbledore, at least, just a few years ago.

Still, Phoenix left a credible detail: Snape appears to be being forced to launch a sustained low-level mutiny against his core students.

This seemed to be a boring thing for Snape, and perhaps the professor would complain about these unconscious children.

In a more immediate response, Ginny was forbidden to go to Hogsmeade, and at the same time, he reinstated those horrible old edicts of Umbridge, prohibiting three or more students from gathering together, and prohibiting informal student societies.

From all of this, Van Lin deduced that Ginny, along with Neville and Luna, was doing everything in their power to continue the activities of the Dumbledore Army.

Of course, Van Lin wasn't the only one who realized that Harry had become more sensitive than anyone else when it came to Ginny.

The lack of news made him desperate to see Ginny, and the sensation caused Harry to feel his nerves twitch constantly, and the intense sensation almost welled up in Harry's chest.

But it also made Harry think about Ron and Dumbledore and Hogwarts itself again, almost as if he missed his former girlfriend. In fact, when Phineas spoke of Snape's oppression, Harry's imagination of being back at school and joining in the disruptive effort against Snape's regime excited him: there was food and drink, soft beds, and everyone else was under watch.

At the moment, these seem to be the most amazing predictions in the world. However, Harry then remembered that he was the least popular person, and that Van Lin was the same.

Now, Harry's head is worth a million Galleons, Van Lin's is worth half a million, and it's just as dangerous to enter Hogwarts as it is to enter the Ministry of Magic.

Indeed, Phoenix often casually emphasizes.

In fact, he was too lazy to know about Harry and Hermione's whereabouts. Whenever he did, Hermione shoved him back into his beaded bag, and for days after the casual goodbye was implemented, Phoenix refused to show up again.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

They didn't dare to stay anywhere for long, and even the frost-covered south of England became the place that worried them the most. They continued to come and go across the country, bravely facing the mountains, where their tents were covered in snow and ice, brave the boundless swamps, where their tents were annihilated by cold floods, and on an island in a Scottish lake, where heavy snowstorms covered most of the tents at night.

On the night when the glittering Christmas trees could be seen through the windows of many houses, Harry was determined to make another suggestion: he felt that there was only one unexplored path left.

After a brief exchange with Van Lin, Harry gained Van Lin's support, which made Harry feel reassured.

In fact, only Hermione could object.

This has to be admitted as a headache.

"So, aren't you going to do something?" Harry muttered quietly beside Van Lin.

"Your crystal ball is messed up. Van Lin squinted at Harry, "I think you should ......"

"Oh, don't worry so much, that's your girlfriend. ”

"She's also your friend. Van Lin took his poise and watched as Hermione walked out of the room.

"I'll be back soon!"

Immediately, the two of them changed their smiles.

Hermione went out, cloaked in invisibility.

"So, you're going to go?"

"I had to go, I felt like where I could find something. Harry affirmed.

"I don't object, of course, Hermione is up to you to convince yourself. ”