Chapter 1,300

"Lucius..."

Narcissa covered Draco with one hand, just like she had done when Draco was a child, blocking Draco's view.

"Lucius..." Narcissa called softly again, and Lucius finally came to his senses, holding the gold Galleons given to him by Fan Lin in his hand.

"I'm here, dear, I'm here." Lucius responded, looking at Narcissa with a complicated look.

Lucius forced a smile, "Draco, could you please call everyone outside, I mean, bring them to the hall."

Lucius was not sure whether Harry Potter would hold back, but what was certain was that Fanlin Al would not hold back at all, right?

"Okay..." Draco pursed his lips, and finally uttered only one word, then turned and left.

"Lucius, what is...what's going on, and Bella..." Narcissa hesitated to speak. The death of her sister made Narcissa a little overwhelmed.

"Do you still remember, the Dark Lord's diary?" Lucius said bitterly, "That is the Horcrux, which carries part of the Dark Lord's soul, and then..."

Narcissa was a little surprised and speechless, even though she had been prepared for what her husband had done.

Voldemort would not let them go, especially since Bellatrix was no longer here. Narcissa probably understood why Fanlin had to deal with Bellatrix in front of them.

"He has completely cut off our retreat, Narcissa, we have no choice." Lucius said sadly. This is the first time for Malfoy. Even the last time the Dark Lord failed, Lucius When Si went to accept the trial of Azkaban, he had never been so desperate.

The Dark Lord wants to kill someone...

"So, what are we going to do?" Narcissa said hesitantly.

Lucius didn't reply, just looked at the entrance of the hall quietly.

Draco had returned, using a levitating charm to hold the... corpses of five Death Eaters.

"I've never seen them today." Lucius said suddenly, and a flame was thrown out from his palm. The flames instantly swallowed up several people's bodies. This shocked Draco and everyone. It was burning, and there were two people who were not dead who were still wailing in the flames, and this did not include Bellatrix. Bella just lay quietly on the ground, letting the flames devour everything.

"That's all we can do..."

…

"I'm so glad to see you here!" Luna suddenly rushed out and gave Fan Lin a big hug, "But I'm curious, what did they do to you up there? What you screamed was like... "

"Oh, please don't describe it, Luna..." Fan Lin quickly stopped Luna's...praise?

God knows what words Luna would use to describe his exploits.

"How is Griphook?" Fan Lin asked, looking at Fleur who came out of the bedroom.

"Fortunately, he has stabilized, but he needs to rest." Fleur said, "I'm glad to see you here."

"So are we." Fan Lin said, hugging Furong gently.

Dobby took them to Apparate to Bill's house and then left. Due to Fanlin's exile life, it was not a good thing to keep Dobby with him. At least, for this time, if Dobby was captured with them, If you catch him, it will be very difficult to leave safely, and there are so many friends...

"How did you escape?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Did you use any taboo..."

"Oh, no, no!" Fan Lin waved his hands repeatedly, "Didn't I say that I relied on the chain, and Griphook attracted a lot of attention, and then I took the opportunity to sneak attack Bella, and then snatched the wand back. ”

"It's unbelievable, that's Bellatrix!" Bill said, "Even a real Auror can give a witch a headache."

"Oh, she is indeed troublesome." Fan Lin nodded, "However, I am curious how you got out."

"It's Wormtail..." Ron said suddenly, and then he looked at Harry. Harry had been sitting on the sofa without speaking since he came back.

"Harry...Harry hit him...and then took his wand..."

"Wormtail is dead..." Hermione whispered, and Fan Lin nodded slightly.

"Harry?" Fan Lin called softly. Harry's current condition is not very good, maybe because he killed Wormtail?

"Oh, it's okay, I'm fine..." Harry came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly. "Has anyone been caught besides us?"

"No more," Bill shook his head, "Since the news of the Death Eaters' actions leaked, everyone has been hiding."

Then Bill felt a little lucky.

"...Fortunately Ginny is on holiday. If she had been at Hogwarts, they might have captured her before we got there. We know she is safe now."

He looked at Harry again. Naturally, Bill knew exactly what Harry was worried about.

"I have asked them to leave the Burrow and move them to Aunt Muriel's place. The Death Eaters know that Ron is with you, and they have targeted our entire family... Don't feel sorry." When he saw Harry's expression, he added, "It's only a matter of time. Dad has been saying this for months. We are the most popular pure-blood rebels."

"Then what protective measures have they taken?" Fan Lin asked.

"The Loyalty Charm, Dad is the Secret Keeper. We have the same spell on this house, I am the Secret Keeper here, everyone can't go to work, but that doesn't matter. Once Ollivander and Griphook recover , we will also send them to Aunt Muriel. The room here is not very big, but I think she must have enough. Griphook's leg injury is getting better, and Fleur has applied bone-growing potion to him. We can send him away in another hour."

"No! They must stay here!" Harry suddenly interrupted, his tone extremely firm, "I want to talk to Ollivander and Griphook."

"No," Fleur refused, "You have to wait, they need to rest."

"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly, "but it can't wait any longer. I have to talk to them, privately, independently. This is extremely urgent."

"So, what happened, Harry?" Bill asked, "You and Fan Lin, Hermione and Ron, I only know that you escaped from Malfoy's castle, but why did you go there? You are not …”

"We can't tell you what we are doing." Harry said calmly, "I think it is best for you not to interfere. Bill, you are from the Order of the Phoenix. You know that Dumbledore has given us a task. We cannot It's revealed to anyone."

Fleur snorted impatiently, but Bill didn't look at her, just stared at Harry. It was difficult to read his deeply scarred face.

Finally, Bill said, "Okay, who do you want to talk to first?"

Harry hesitated. He knew what his decision depended on. There was not much time left. It was time to make a decision. While outside, Fanlin told him a piece of news about Bellatrix. Si, that little key, and Ollivander...

Fanlin probably understood Harry's worries, but he couldn't handle everything by himself. Just like he did before, Harry had to make his own choice.

No one else spoke, their minds silently waiting for Harry's decision.

"Griphook," Harry said firmly, "I need to talk to Griphook first."

His heart was beating fast, as if he had just run a 100-meter sprint and cleared a large obstacle.

"Then...come this way." Bill said, leading the way.

"Let's go there too." Fan Lin nodded. He had to rely on glasses to enter Gringotts. He was not Voldemort and could not kill everyone.

"Ron, let's go together..." Before leaving, Fan Lin added. Ron raised his head in surprise, and Hermione was looking at him, "Let's come together."

Follow Bill up the steps to a narrow landing with three doors.

"Come here," Bill said, opening the door to his and Fleur's room, which also had a view of the sea. The sun was rising slowly, and the sea was glowing with golden light.

Harry walked to the window first, turning his back to the spectacular scenery, clasping his hands and waiting, his scar aching.

Hermione sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, Fan Lin sat on the armrest, and Ron stood somewhat reservedly against the wall.

When Bill reappeared, he brought with him a goblin. He carefully laid the goblin on the bed, and Griphook mumbled "Thank you." Then Bill walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving them alone.

"I'm sorry to have to wake you up from bed," Harry said. "How are you doing?"

"It hurts," Griphook replied calmly, "but it's healing." He still held Gryffindor's sword tightly, with a very strange expression on his face, half fierce and half curious. Harry looked at it. Looking at its green skin, slender fingers and black eyes, Fleur had already taken off its shoes: his long feet were dirty. He was bigger than a house elf, but not much bigger, but he The bald head was much larger than a human head.

"Maybe you don't remember that when you first came to Gringotts, I was the little goblin who took you to your vault." Griphook said calmly, looking around.

"I remember, Harry Potter, you were very famous even in the world of goblins."

Harry and Griphook looked at each other, sizing up each other. Harry's scar was still hurting. He wanted to end the conversation with Griphook quickly, but at the same time he was worried about saying the wrong thing.

"Maybe we can make it simpler, Griphook." Fan Lin said, "Just like before, I saved you."

"Yes, you are a powerful wizard, and you are very special!" Griphook turned to Fan Lin, but his eyes were filled with indescribable mockery.

Griphook was injured by magic in the previous battle, and Bella was tortured, which Bella really enjoyed doing.

"You must remember your identity, goblin." Fan Lin said lightly, "I don't want to..."

"Let me do it, Fanlin!" Harry said suddenly. He looked at Fanlin, and then turned to Griphook, "I think there are still some things that need to be severed between us."

"All ears!" the elf said calmly. Perhaps it was the inherent arrogance of the Gringotts elf, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"I need to break into a vault in Gringotts." Harry didn't want to say it in such an inappropriate way, but the words had already blurted out. At this time, pain stimulated his lightning-shaped scar, and an image appeared in front of his eyes. Hogwarts silhouette. He firmly closed his mind. He needed to solve the problem with Griphook first.

For a moment, Ron and Hermione looked at Harry in shock, as if they thought he was crazy.

"Harry..." Hermione began, but Griphook interrupted her.

"Break into the Gringotts vault?" the goblin repeated, shifting his position on the bed and shrinking back. "That's impossible."

"No, it's possible," Ron retorted. "It's been done."

"Yes," said Harry. "It happened when I first met you... on my birthday seven years ago, Griphook."

"The vault was empty," the goblin said immediately, and Harry understood that even though Griphook had left Gringotts, the idea that the defenses had been breached made it angry. "There are almost no protections there."

"But the vault we are going to break into is not empty. I think it must be well protected," said Harry. "It belongs to Lestrange."

He looked at Vanlin. Of course, Harry was referring to the key.

"You have no chance," Griphook said weakly, "not at all. If you take any treasure from the ground that does not belong to you..."

"It's the thief. You warned me before. Yes, I know. I haven't forgotten it," said Harry, "but I don't want to take the treasure for myself. Can you believe it?"

The goblin squinted at Harry. The scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt again, but he ignored it, unwilling to accept the pain or invitation of the scar.

"If there is any wizard who can make me believe that he will not do this for personal gain," Griphook said finally, "I think that person is you. You have given us protection and respect tonight... That is what goblins and elves have never received from people with wands."

"People with wands?" Harry repeated. This statement sounded strange. As the scar stung, Voldemort led his thoughts to the north. Harry walked anxiously to the next room to ask Ollivander.

"The right to carry a wand," the goblin said quietly, "wizards and goblins have been fighting for a long time."

"Well... goblins don't need wands to use magic," said Ron.

"That's not important! Wizards are unwilling to share the secrets of wands with other magical creatures, and they prevent us from increasing our magic power."

"Uh... but goblins don't share their magic with others," said Ron, "and you won't tell us how to make swords and armor like goblins. The way goblins process metal is something wizards never know..."

"That's not important," Harry said quickly when he saw Griphook's face change. "This has nothing to do with the opposition between wizards and goblins or other magical creatures..."

Griphook showed a disgusting smile. "It has a lot to do with it, and that's exactly the problem here! As the Dark Lord's power grows, you are stepping on us more and more! Gringotts is ruled by wizard regulations, house elves are slaughtered, and those who hold wands, who will resist?"

"But we will!" said Hermione. She sat up straight, her eyes bright. "We will resist! I am also hunted, just like any goblin and elf! I am a mudblood!"

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