Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

The episode ended very briefly.

Jon also didn't know why this old fogey came here suddenly to look for him, but now that this matter has appeared, it is resolved.

Recently things of this level can't trouble him anymore.

Returning to his manor, Jon first went to the Study and said hello to Helga, and then went back to the bedroom to take a shower and prepare to sleep.

People go to bed so early, of course they can’t fall asleep.

Jon tugged at the air and pulled out a light screen from the air, intending to watch the live broadcast of Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows for a while.

This bad habit was transmitted to him by cinnabar.

The scene that appeared in the screen happened to be midnight.

Hermione shrank at the entrance of the tent, watching "A History of Magic" by the light of wand.

Heavy snow was still falling, and Harry got out of the tent and suggested to Hermione to change the place.

"It is necessary to change to a more concealed place."

Hermione naturally agrees with Harry's proposal. As she speaks, she trembles and adds a sweatshirt to her pajamas: "I always feel that when I hear someone walking outside, I seem to see the silhouette once or twice."

Harry, who was wearing a jumper, stopped and looked at the very quiet and completely motionless peek of the table. mirror.

"I believe it is an illusion,"

Hermione looked a little nervous: "Snow in the dark can easily make people’s eyes illusion...

But maybe We should Disapparation under the Invisibility Cloak, just in case, right?"

Half an hour later, the tent was packed, Harry took Horcrux, and Hermione grabbed the beaded bag, and Disapparation together.

The familiar suffocation engulfed them, and Harry's feet left the snow, and then fell heavily on the ground, like a frozen ground covered with fallen leaves.

"Where are we?"

He looked at this strange forest.

Hermione has opened the beaded pouch and started to pull the tent pole out.

"Dean Forest," she said, "I came here to camp once, with my father mother."

It's cold enough here, and the woods are also wrapped in silver and white, but At least it can keep out the wind.

They spend most of their time hiding in tents, curling up next to the bright blue flames Hermione is good at creating.

These flames are very useful and can be scooped up and carried in a bottle.

Harry felt like he was recuperating and recovering after a brief but serious illness. Hermione's care strengthened this feeling.

In the sky in the afternoon, snow flew again, and even the sheltered open space where they were was sprinkled with a layer of crystal powder.

Harry hasn't slept much for two nights, and his senses seem to be more alert.

Godric's Hollow's escape from the dead is so thrilling, Voldemort seems to be closer than before, and the threat is greater.

As night fell again, Harry refused to let Hermione go to the watch and told her to go to bed.

Harry took an old mat and sat at the entrance of the tent, wearing all his sweaters, still shivering with the cold.

The darkness is getting thicker and thicker, almost impenetrable.

He was about to take out Marauder's Map and look at Ginny's black spots for a while, and then he remembered that today is Christmas and she should be at The Burrow.

In the big forest, every subtle movement seems to be magnified.

Harry knew there must be many animals in the forest, but he wanted them all to be quiet, lest he mix their harmless running and leaning sounds with other sounds that signal danger.

He remembered the sound of cloak sliding on the dead leaves many years ago, and immediately felt as if he had heard it again, and shook his spirits quickly.

The protection magic has been effective for so many weeks, how can it not work now?

However, he can't get rid of a feeling: Tonight seems a little abnormal.

Harry sat up abruptly several times, his neck stiffened and sore because he fell asleep unconsciously leaning against the tent wall.

The night is deeper, it is a velvety black, he seems to hang in the realm between Disapparation and Apparition.

He was about to raise a hand in front of him to try to see if he could see the five fingers, when a strange thing happened.

A little bright silver light appeared up ahead of him, walking through the woods.

I don't know what the light source is, but it moves Silencio, and the silver light seems to float towards him.

He jumped up and raised Hermione's wand, his voice freezing in his throat.

He squinted his eyes, because the silver light was already very dazzling, the trees in front became dark silhouettes, and the thing was still approaching...

Then the light came from Floating out from behind an oak tree was a silver white ree, bright and bright as the moonlight, gently stepping on the ground, still Silencio, leaving no hoof marks on the soft white snow.

It came towards him, with a beautiful head held high, big eyes, and long eyelashes.

Harry stared at this spiritual object with surprise, not because of its strangeness, but because of its unexplainable familiarity and kindness.

He feels like he has been waiting for it, he just forgot for a while, and now he thinks of their date.

His impulse to call Hermione was so strong just now, but now it disappeared suddenly.

He knows, and can use his life to bet that it is here to find him, it is specifically to find him.

They looked at each other for a long time, then it turned and left.

"No."

He said, his voice became hoarse because he was not used for a long time: "Come back!"

The deer continued to walk through the woods calmly , Soon, the bright body was printed with streaks of thick black tree trunks.

For a second of nervousness and trembling, Harry hesitated, and the alarm bell rang gently: it might be a trick, a decoy.

But instinct, an irresistible instinct, told him that this is not dark magic.

He chased after him.

The snow creaked under Harry's feet, but Silencio the deer walked through the forest because it was just light.

It led him deeper and deeper into the forest. Harry walked very fast, believing that when the deer stopped, he would let him approach it well, and then it would still talk, and that voice would say what he needed to know.

Finally, the deer stopped and turned her beautiful head to Harry again.

Harry hurried over, a question burned in his heart, but when he opened his mouth to ask, it disappeared.

Although the darkness has swallowed it completely, its bright image is still imprinted on his retina, blurring his vision.

When he lowered his eyes, the image became brighter, making him confused.

Now, fear has struck his heart: its existence originally meant safety.

"Lumos!"

The image of the deer gradually disappeared with every blink of Harry's eyes.

He stood there, listening to various sounds in the forest, the sound of breaking branches in the distance, and the soft rustling of Yexue.

Will he be attacked?

Will it lead him into an ambush?

It seems that someone is looking at him from a place that Wand can’t see. Is it his imagination?

Harry raised wand a little higher, no one rushed towards him, no green light came out from behind the tree.

Why did the deer bring him here?

Something flashed in the fluorescence of wand, and Harry suddenly turned around. It turned out to be just a small frozen pond.

He held up wand and looked closely, the cracked black surface gleamed.

He carefully stepped forward and looked down, his deformed shadow and wand's light reflected on the ice.

But there is something shining under the thick, hazy gray ice cap, a big silver cross...

His heart beats to his throat: he is Ran down from the edge of the pond and tilted the wand to let the light reach the bottom of the pond as much as possible.

The deep red rays of light flashed...

It was a sword with a sparkling ruby ​​on the handle...

Gryffindor’s sword lay in the forest In the bottom of the pool.