Chapter 1288

"Fanlin, come here!" Harry suddenly said, calling Fanlin softly.

"What's wrong?" Fanlin looked at Harry with some surprise. Harry had never called him over before.

"This... is a little strange..." Harry said, Fanlin walked up, and the soles of his shoes and the wooden stair magic made a creaking sound.

"Is this... Luna's room?" Fanlin was slightly stunned. In fact, Fanlin still liked Luna very much. She was an elf-like girl, although she was too weird.

"I didn't expect Luna to hang our photos on the ceiling. If it were me, I might not be able to adapt to waking up to a big photo."

"Oh, my God, I'm not talking about this..." Harry said with a headache, not understanding what happened to Fanlin.

"I really miss it..."

"I mean, gray...Fanlin, it's like being at Bathilda's house, don't you think it's strange?" Harry said, "Here..."

"It doesn't look like anyone has lived there." Fanlin's face suddenly became gloomy. He was too focused on Luna's decoration before. After all, it was very comforting, but after settling down a little, seeing the dust...

A room with people living in it is naturally different from an empty room.

"Do you think so too?"

"It's not just a matter of whether you like to clean up, right?" Fanlin said, looking at Harry, and then turned and went downstairs.

Fanlin suddenly remembered what Lovegood might have done, or something that should have happened.

"Is there anything wrong?" Hermione asked, looking up, she was immersed in the story of the Deathly Hallows.

But before Fanlin could answer, Xenophilius appeared at the top of the stairs leading to the kitchen, holding a tray full of bowls.

"Mr. Lovegood," Harry said, "where is Luna?"

"What did you say?"

"Where is Luna?"

Xenophilius paused on the top step of the stairs. "I... I've told you. She's under the Bolton Bridge."

"Interesting explanation," Vanlin smiled, and blocked the way for Shenonophilius to go up.

"What if, I want you to take us there?"

"No... no need... she'll be back soon..."

"Back soon?" Vanlin narrowed his eyes, "Then... is it here, or Hogwarts?"

"What a joke... of course... of course it's here..." Shenonophilius said as he was about to squeeze up, but Vanlin had no intention of giving way. Unconsciously, his hand bumped into Vanlin's body, and the plate in his hand made a clinking sound because of the shaking.

"Then why did you only put out four plates... Mr. Lovegood?"

Xenophilius tried to answer, but couldn't say a word. The only sounds were the creaking of the printing press and the clattering of the plates as Xenophilius's hands trembled.

"Can I conclude that Luna hasn't been here for a while?" Vanlin narrowed his eyes and stared at Lovegood. "Luna's clothes are gone, and no one has slept in her bed... So where is she? And why are you looking out the window?"

Xenophilius lost his grip on the tray. The plate bounced and broke.

Harry and Hermione immediately drew their wands.

Xenophilius reached into his pocket reflexively, but a hand held him down.

It was a slender white palm, so white that it was a little too white, even a little dazzling, because there was no blood on it.

The hand grabbed his wrist, and the biting cold made Lovegood stop his hand from reaching into his pocket involuntarily.

"So, what do you want to do, Mr. Lovegood, or do you not know what to choose?"

Fan Lin asked calmly, beads of sweat dripped from Lovegood's head, and then froze into an ice crystal at a distance of half his body and shattered on the ground.

"I... I just..."

Suddenly, at this time, the printing press made a loud noise, and countless Quibblers emerged from under the tablecloth and flew along the floor.

Now, the printing press finally quieted down, completely quiet.

Hermione bent down and picked up a magazine, her wand still pointing directly at Mr. Lovegood.

"Harry, look at this." Harry quickly stepped over all the mess and came to her side. The cover of the Quibbler published his photo, marked "The Most Unpopular Person", and the title also wrote his reward amount.

"The Quibbler is going to change their position, and then what?" Harry asked coldly, a wave of anger rushed straight into his brain.

"So, you informed them, didn't you? The Ministry of Magic? Or, to be more direct?" Fanlin asked, looking at the haggard face of Xenophilius, with unshaven beard and unkempt appearance.

Thinking back carefully, he was completely different from the last time he saw him at the wedding.

Xenophilius licked his lips.

"They took my Luna away," he said softly, "because of the articles I wrote. They took my Luna away, I don't know where she is, what they will do to her. But they may return her to me if I...if I..."

"Hand over Harry?" Hermione finished for him.

"Yes..." Fanlin let go of his hand, and Shenonferius took a step back dejectedly.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily lowered his wand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lovegood, you have a better way, but unfortunately, you are not a smart man." Fanlin said, "We have to leave now."

Hearing this, Shenonferius's face turned pale, as if a century had passed. The corners of his mouth turned up to form an evil smile.

It was like the expression of those street perverts seeing a lone little loli. It must be admitted that Shenonferius is still a guy with great acting talent, but he has some problems in choosing expressions.

At this time, shouldn't it be a complex emotional face with determination and reluctance in the struggle?

"No, you can't leave here, they will be here soon. I must save Luna. I can't lose Luna. You are not allowed to leave." He stood in front of the stairs with his arms open.

Harry suddenly thought that he saw his mother making the same move in front of his swaddling clothes.

"Don't force us to hurt you," Harry said first. He knew what Fanlin would do. In fact, although Fanlin was usually gentle, he was not used to giving in to such things.

Everyone who blocked the way had to be cleared out, right? No one liked to cause trouble for themselves.

"Get out of the way, Mr. Lovegood," Harry said, raising his wand and pointing it at Lovegood, which made Fanlin speechless, as if he would kill Lovegood in the next second.

Maybe it was because of the bad impression Harry had in the chase at Hogwarts?

"Harry!" Hermione screamed at this time, and some figures riding on brooms flew past the window.

When the three of them turned their eyes away from Shenonferius, to Fanlin's surprise, Shenonferius took out his wand from his pocket regardless of the discomfort in his arm.

He still underestimated the determination of a father. Fanlin didn't think Shenonferius didn't understand their strength.

In a rush, Valin kicked Xenophilius in the arm, and then the Stunning Curse Xenophilius cast flew across the room and hit the Erumpent's horn. There was a huge explosion, and the shockwave seemed to blow the house apart.

Splinters of wood, paper, and stone flew everywhere, accompanied by a thick, impenetrable cloud of white dust. Valin flew through the air and fell to the floor, shielding his head with his hands. He couldn't see anything as the debris rained down on him. He heard Hermione scream, and Harry shouted, and a series of dazed metal thumps told Valin that Luna's father had been thrown down the spiral staircase by the explosion.

Half buried in the rubble, Valin tried to stand up, and he could hardly breathe or see anything in the dust. Most of the ceiling had fallen down, and the tail of Luna's string of beads dangled from the hole. The bust of Rowena Ravenclaw, half of her face missing, fell beside him. Pieces of parchment floated in the air, and most of the printing press fell to one side, blocking the way to the kitchen.

Another white object moved closer.

After calming down, Fanlin realized that it was Hermione. The girl looked a little miserable now, as if she was covered with dust like a second statue, and her whole body was white. Fortunately, it was only white. If there was anything wrong with Hermione, Fanlin swore that he would definitely tear this place down more thoroughly.

When Harry squeezed out from under the collapsed wooden cabinet, the door downstairs slammed open.

"Wait a minute..." Fanlin didn't say it, but just pressed it with his hand, signaling the two people not to make a sound.

...

"Didn't I tell you not to worry, Treville?" A rude voice said, "Didn't I tell you that this lunatic is just talking nonsense as usual?"

There was a loud bang, and the painful scream of Xenophilius came. "No...no...upstairs...Potter!"

"I told you last week, Lovegood, we won't come back here for anything unless it's reliable news! Remember last week? And the week before last..." Another loud noise, a scream...

"Do you think you can get your psychotic daughter back like this? What...cow...what nose?"

Another heart-wrenching wail.

"Look at what he used to welcome us, the horn of the poisonous horn?"

"No...no...I beg you!" Xenophilius cried, "It's really Potter, really!"

"Now you just brought us here to blow us up!" The Death Eater roared, and there was another dense loud noise and Xenophilius screamed in pain.

"It looks like this place is about to collapse, Selwyn." Another cold voice said, his voice echoing in the broken upstairs. "The stairs are completely blocked. Try to clear them? Maybe you'll bring the house down."

"You foul-mouthed fellow," the wizard called Selwyn shouted, "you've never seen Potter in your life, have you? Thinking you could lure us here and kill us, right? You thought you could get your daughter back?"

"I swear... I swear... Potter is upstairs!"

"Apparate!" a voice suddenly said from the bottom of the stairs.

Then Harry heard Hermione gasp slightly. He felt something suddenly pass over him low, shrouding his body in its shadow.

"There is something up there, Selwyn," the other man said hastily.

"It's Potter, I told you, it's Potter!" Xenoferius cried, "Please...please...give Luna back to me, just give Luna back to me..."

"The girl can give it to you, Lovegood," said Selwyn, "if you go upstairs and bring Harry Potter down to me. But if this is a conspiracy, if this is your little trick, if you let The helpers are waiting there to ambush us, and we will consider leaving a small piece of your daughter’s remains for you to bury properly.”

Xenoferius let out a wail of fear and despair. Then there was the sound of running and breaking pieces. He was trying to get through the debris on the stairs.

"Well, it seems we have to leave here on our own..."

"Wait a minute!" Hermione said suddenly, "My book..."

"It should be under there." Fan Lin said, carefully using the floating spell to lift up the pile of debris.

Now was not a good time to fight. They had just escaped from Voldemort not long ago. He and Harry hadn't even recovered yet. If they rushed out now and killed those Death Eaters and exposed their whereabouts, that would be Real trouble.

"Okay," Hermione gasped, as the broken printing press blocking the top of the stairs began to shake. Xenoferius was only one step away from them. She was still disgraced.

"But what about Lovegood?" Harry asked, somewhat at a loss. "If we leave...Luna will still be there..."

"Do you believe me, Harry?" Fan Lin said suddenly, and Harry nodded reflexively.

"Then, invisibility covers us all, and then hold on to me..."

"Okay." Harry took out the invisibility cloak, holding a corner of the invisibility cloak with one hand, and holding Fan Lin's clothes tightly with the other hand.

Lovegood was almost up, there wasn't a lot of clutter on the stairs, and the last planks were about to be lifted.

"Then, get ready!" Fan Lin said, half of the wand stretched out from the invisibility cloak.

"Hermione, help me clear Lovegood's memory. Harry will explode the floor under his feet, and then we will fall. I will directly use magic to clear the memories of the two people below."

"good!"

"So,,,1..."

"Everything is forgotten!"

"blasting!"

"Everything is forgotten!" (To be continued)