Chapter 1311

Fanlin, Hermione and Ron are now lying on the dragon's back. To be honest, this makes Fanlin a little embarrassed.

Because it has been imprisoned in the underground cave for a long time, the dragon in front of him seems to have forgotten how to fly.

It simply flapped its wings, but it couldn't fly.

The huge wings drove the airflow to blow down the surrounding goblins, and no one came to attack them in a short time.

"Hurry up, big guy!" Fanlin didn't care about the consequences. He pointed his wand at the wall in front of him and blew it up. It was visible to the naked eye that the dragon's figure sank down suddenly. A sense of weightlessness almost made Fanlin's heart jump out.

"Hold on!" Fanlin shouted, while trying to make the dragon float with his wand.

It must be admitted that even if Dumbledore came here, it would be impossible to rely on the floating spell to hold up an adult dragon. All Fanlin could do was to help the dragon's wings regain the ability it should have.

The weightlessness of falling seemed to break the dragon's heart. The two flesh wings flapped vigorously, and the huge updraft lifted his huge body.

Rarely, this white dragon barely flew up.

Perhaps the abyss stimulated the dragon's senses. It uttered a long roar and blew out a mouthful of flames. The two fairies next to it almost turned into charcoal immediately.

It seemed to be completely adapted to its wings. After all, this came from the instinct of creatures. Moreover, the wisdom of the dragon itself was not low.

With a flap of wings, the dragon flew towards the open exit. It was better at first, but when it flew, their backs almost rubbed the ceiling. The fairies could only wave their daggers and watch it pass by.

"We may never be able to go up. It's too big." Hermione screamed. The dragon blew out flames again, burning the entire tunnel. In order to avoid it, the dragon used its claws to tear the road all the way.

The heat and dust made it almost impossible for Fanlin to open his eyes. He endured the falling rocks and the dragon's roar, clinging to the dragon's back, afraid that he would be shaken off at any time.

"We have to find a way to rush out, Hermione, blow it up, together!" Fanlin said quickly, pointing his wand to the sky, and then Hermione followed and shouted: "Shatter into pieces!"

The huge roar was accompanied by a large amount of rubble falling, and Fanlin had to curl up his body as much as possible to protect Hermione under his body.

Fanlin and the other two helped the dragon to open a passage on its way to fresher air, away from the shouts and clanging of the goblins, while Ron kept resisting the spells flying from behind. When Ron pulled out his hand and began to blast the ceiling, the dragon seemed to finally feel the hope of escape, freedom and a vast world were right in front of him.

The passage behind them was filled with huge rocks and stalactites crushed by the conical dragon's tail. The clanging of the goblins seemed to be muffled. In front, the dragon cleared the way with its own fire. Finally, under the combined power of the dragon's savage strength and their spells, they rushed out of the tunnel and into the marble hall.

The back broke through the floor of Gringotts, and then the claws on the wings rested on the ground of Gringotts.

It seemed that nothing like this had ever happened since Gringotts was founded.

Gringotts was destroyed by its own domesticated adult dragons, something that goblins had never thought of for thousands of years.

Wizards and goblins trembled, and a mood called panic spread through the hall.

They ran in all directions to seek cover, but the dragon seemed to have no time to pay attention to these small reptiles, and he finally had room to stretch his wings: he stretched his horned head towards the cool air of the exit. Then he flew up with Vanlin, Hermione and Ron still clinging to his back.

It forced open the metal door, and the door drooped limply on its hinges. Then it staggered into Diagon Alley and soared into the sky.

In fact, they had no way to control the direction. Even the dragon itself didn't know where it was going. Vanlin also knew that once the dragon made a sharp turn or rolled in the air, it would be difficult for them to stick to its broad back.

It didn't matter to him, but he couldn't take Hermione and Ron with him.

They flew higher and higher in the air, and London spread out below them, looking like a gray and green two-color map. Vanlin couldn't help but be grateful for escaping from the desperate situation this time. He curled up low under the neck of the monster, clinging to its metallic skin. The cool breeze soothed his skin that was burned and blistered. The dragon's wings flapped the air like a pair of windmill blades.

Behind him, it was not known whether it was because of happiness or fear. Ron kept cursing loudly, and Hermione seemed to be crying all the time.

After about five minutes, Vanlin was no longer worried about being thrown away by the dragon. It kept flying forward, and it seemed that it only wanted to get as far away from the underground prison as possible; but when and how they would go down was still worrying. He didn't know how far a dragon could fly without landing, nor did he know where this very rare dragon would choose to land.

The only lucky thing was that Voldemort's information was far less sensitive, otherwise it would definitely be Tom himself waiting for him outside.

As for, when would Voldemort know that they had invaded the Lestrange family's vault? How long would it take for the goblins in Gringotts to inform the Malfoy family? How long would it take for them to know what was stolen? When would they discover that the golden cup was missing?

Finally, Voldemort would know that they were looking for the Horcrux.

However, now it seems that the ones who should have a bigger headache should be Lucius Malfoy. How should he explain the fact that the Death Eaters under him have disappeared forever? And Bellatrix, who is in the Death Eater team The only special existence.

But Tom shouldn't care. Except for his own life, Tom Dou can do it without caring about anyone else.

But how Fan Lin should arrange the next days is indeed a problem.

In fact, Fanlin is not sure whether Dumbledore can really find the strength to fight against Tom, and Harry, how to solve the soul fragments in Harry's body?

The giant dragon seemed to be longing for cooler and fresher air. It rose slowly and passed through wisps of cold clouds. Fanlin Aier could no longer clearly see the colorful vehicles traveling inside and outside the city. In this way, they flew over the green-brown villages, and over the roads and rivers that meandered on the ground, which looked like rough or smooth ribbons.

"What do you think it's looking for?" Ron shouted loudly as they flew farther and farther north.

"I don't know." Fan Lin shouted behind him.

His clenched hands were so cold that he lost consciousness, and he did not dare to move. After a few warming spells, the condition of the three of them got better. He thought for a while, what would they do if the dragon flew to the sea? He suddenly wondered, when was the last time this giant beast ate? It must be eating soon, right? Also, what would happen if it knew at that time that there were three edible humans behind it?

However, after leaving Gringotts and being able to use Apparition, everything was no longer a problem. However, Fan Lin did not want to do this. It was rare that a few people completely relaxed for a while, and the journey on the dragon seemed to be no longer a problem. So hard to accept.

The sun moved lower in the increasingly indigo sky; the dragon was still flying, and the town below appeared in sight. The shadow of the giant beast slid on the ground, like a huge dark cloud.

The weather is very good today, at least Fanlin thinks so.

Pulling Hermione over, the others were firmly fixed on the dragon's back.

In fact, this is not comfortable. The dragon's scales are as hard as metal. Fan Lin is considering whether to use a softening spell, but Fan Lin wants to communicate with this big guy.

After all, unlike other fire dragons, an adult giant dragon is almost extinct in the mind.

However, Fan Lin didn't want to use magic power to alarm this big guy who had just escaped to heaven. In fact, because Fan Lin used mental power to stimulate the dragon's brain before, Fan Lin was still slightly dizzy.

It felt like the constant buzzing of a siren.

"Is this an illusion?" Ron shouted after a long silence. "Are we descending?"

"That's how it should be!" Hermione responded, looking down.

Fan Lin also looked down, and the dark green mountains and lakes showed a bronze-like color under the dusk. He looked sideways from the side of the dragon, and the land gradually became larger and clearer. He thought it was the lake reflecting the sun, giving off this dazzling light. The dragon hovered over one of the smaller lakes, flying lower and lower.

"We'll jump when it flies low enough!" Fan Lin shouted to the people behind him. "Just jump in the water before it spots us!"

They agreed, and Hermione looked a little weak. At this moment, Harry saw the fire dragon's broad underbelly begin to slide on the water.

"Now!" He slid down from the side of the dragon, touched the water feet first and fell straight in. The impact of entering the water was stronger than he expected, and he fell like a stone into this cold, reedy green. world. He stepped on the water upstream, rushed out of the lake to take a breath, and then saw the ripples caused by the place where Ron and Hermione fell into the water, rippling away in circles.

The dragon seemed oblivious; now fifty feet away, it swooped low over the lake, scooping up water in its scarred mouth.

When Ron and Hermione emerged from the water, coughing and gasping for breath, the dragon flew up, flapped its wings vigorously, and landed on a nearby shallow beach.

Fan Lin first swam hard towards Hermione, and then pulled the girl to the other side to get ashore. The lake wasn't deep, but fighting your way through the reeds and mud was a more serious problem than swimming in the water. Finally, they dragged their soaked bodies, exhausted and panting, and fell on the smooth grass.

Hermione was almost exhausted, coughing and shaking.

Fanlin could happily lie down and take a good sleep, but he still stood up shakily, took out his wand, and cast a protective spell around him as usual. When he was done, he came over to the other two.

After escaping from the vault, this was the first time he took a good look at his friends. Ron and Hermione's faces and hands were all red, and several holes were burned in their clothes.

I have to admit that even in a bad situation, they have never been so embarrassed.

They shivered in pain when Fanlin applied peppermint essence to their wounds.

Hermione took out the bottle, poured out three glasses of pumpkin juice from Shell Cottage, and took out everyone's dry clothes. They changed their clothes and drank the juice in one gulp.

Ron sat and looked at his new skin and said, "The good thing is that we got the Horcrux, but the bad thing is..."

"But there is no sword," Hermione said through gritted teeth, Fanlin was dripping mint flower essence from the hole burned in the back of Hermione's shirt onto the burning wound.

"No sword," Ron repeated, "that lying bastard..."

Fan Lin took out the Horcrux from his soaked jacket pocket and placed it on the grass in front of him. Under the sunlight, the Horcrux shone brightly. After they finished their drinks, they stared at the Horcrux closely.

"Put this Horcrux with me first. Destroying it now will definitely alarm Voldemort. We are not Harry and cannot accurately grasp Voldemort's movements." Fan Lin said, looking at Hermione and Ron.

Ginny, who was controlled by a Horcrux last time, was still in Hogwarts. Fan Lin didn't want to cause something similar to the Slytherin heir. What happened to the three of them was really terrifying.

"Did Griphook fall in the end?" Ron said. When he flew up, Ron looked at the abyss of Gringotts. There was still a long distance under Bellatrix's vault.

"Yes, I think he won't survive." Fan Lin said, even though he was prepared, he was still very annoyed by the goblin's behavior of wanting to keep them all.

Hermione looked across the distant lake, where the dragon was still drinking.

"Let's not discuss that annoying goblin. What do you think will happen to it?" she asked, "Is it still okay?"

"You sound so much like Hagrid," said Ron. "That's a dragon, Hermione. It can look after itself. It's us we're worried about now."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know what to tell you about this," said Ron, "but I thought they might have noticed us breaking into Gringotts."

Immediately all three of them laughed, and their laughter was out of control. Fanlin's ribs ached sharply. He was so hungry that he felt dizzy. Under the gradually reddening sky, he lay on the grass and kept laughing until his throat hurt as if it was torn. Just stopped.

"What should we do next?" Hermione said, she coughed seriously, "He will always know, won't he? You-Know-Who will find out that we know about his Horcrux!"

"Maybe they will be too scared to tell him!" Ron said with the last glimmer of hope. "Maybe they will cover it all up..."

"This is not very realistic. After all, we almost demolished the entire Gringotts, and Che still rode this guy out of Diagon Alley with great fanfare." Fan Lin smiled faintly. Regarding what they did, the current Apart from Tom and Dumbledore, there should be no crazier guys in the wizarding world than them.

Fanlin gasped, clutching Hufflepuff's golden cup with one hand.

Everyone said that the relics of the four founders were magical, and then Tom found them one by one and made them into Horcruxes. It is true that Tom was the most genius wizard more than 20 years ago.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione asked, supporting her upper body with both hands.

"Contact..." Fan Lin said, since Harry can contact Voldemort's brain through Voldemort's soul fragments, then Fan Lin should... through the Horcrux...

"What did you say? Fan Lin... Fan Lin..."

The sky, the smell of the lake, and Hermione's voice all disappeared.

Hufflepuff's golden cup was like a huge whirlpool. As Fan Lin watched, the spirit was constantly being stripped away from Fan Lin's body.

The pain was like a knife splitting Fan Lin's head open, and then, a cold numbness came like a tide and swallowed Fan Lin up.

This is much more uncomfortable than entering a pensieve.

Voldemort's inner world was revealed to Fan Lin for the first time. Just as Fan Lin had thought before, Voldemort's world was filled with coldness, evil, death and killing.

Compared with the Horcruxes, diaries or resurrection stone rings that Fan Lin had come into contact with before, the soul fragments inside still retained the human part.

Voldemort has completely abandoned his human identity?

Perhaps subconsciously, Tom has separated himself from others.

But what is certain is that the room in Voldemort's inner world has been immersed in darkness, and the door is like a strange morning star, becoming the only source of light in this world.

As Voldemort raged, the door was opened a crack.

Fan Lin controlled his consciousness to drift over, and in a blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed. This was probably the scene that Harry could experience.

Now, he was standing in a dark room. A group of wizards were arranged in a semicircle in front of him. At his feet, kneeling was a trembling shadow.

"What did you just say to me?" Tom's voice was so high and cold, but his heart was burning with rage and fear. The thing he was most afraid of was... that must not be true. He didn't know how they could...

The goblin trembled, not daring to look up at the scarlet eyes.

"Say it to me again!" Voldemort said in a low voice, "Say it to me again!"

"My lord," the goblin screamed, his dark eyes wide with fear, "my lord, we tried, tried to stop him, they... pretended to be, impostors, I, My master... they broke, broke... into Mrs. Lestrange's vault..."

"Impostors? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had a lot of ways to expose impostors. Who are they?"

"Yes, it's Al, Vanlin. Al and two, two accomplices..." the goblin stuttered, he couldn't control his emotions at all.

In front of Voldemort, this bad mood was constantly magnified.

"Al?" Voldemort was a little surprised, "Who are those two people? Potter? And the mudblood?"

"No... I don't know... One of them is a mudblood..." the goblin said quickly, "But... Potter... Potter didn't come, my master... the mudblood pretended to be Mrs. Lestrange... and then controlled our people with the Imperius Curse..."

"So, they got it?" Tom's voice rose, and a fear rose in his heart in vain, "Tell me! What did they take away?"

"A... a small, small golden cup, cup, my, my master." The goblin said tremblingly, stunned, a twilight air surrounded Vanlin, it felt like he was hiding in an ancient mausoleum, this came from Tom's body

However, Fanlin could not see what changes had happened to Tom. If he left the room, he would definitely be discovered by Tom. This was not like Harry, who had merged with Tom's soul. Strictly speaking, Harry was like a part of Tom.

However, Fanlin could still hear Tom's angry scream, which sounded like a stranger.

He was mad, he was enraged; this couldn't be true, it couldn't be, no one knew.

It must have been said by the boy, but... how could the boy have discovered his secret?

The old wand was waving violently in the air, and the green light was like a whip whipping around the room; the kneeling goblin curled up and died; the wizards who were watching dispersed in front of him in fear; and Lucius Malfoy, who was standing aside, left the others and rushed to the door with a pale face; his wand fell again and again, and the remaining people were killed, everyone, those who brought him the news, those who heard the golden cup.

Now, there was no one alive in the whole hall. Tom paced back and forth among the corpses alone, and pictures flashed before his eyes: his treasure, his safety measures, his reliance on immortality... The diary was destroyed, the golden cup was stolen.

What if, what if the boy and his companions knew about the other Horcruxes? If he knew, would he have taken action? Has he found more Horcruxes? Is Dumbledore the initiator of all this? Dumbledore always suspected him; but Dumbledore had died under his orders; Dumbledore's wand was his now; but Dumbledore saved the boy from the shame of death, and the boy...

But if the boy and his companions had indeed destroyed one of his Horcruxes, he, Voldemort, would know, shouldn't he be able to feel it? He, the greatest wizard; he, the most powerful wizard; he, the killer who got rid of Dumbledore and many other useless and nameless people.

How could Voldemort not know when his most important and precious things were attacked and destroyed?

In fact, he hadn't noticed when the diary was destroyed, but he thought it was because he was almost a ghost at the time... without a body to feel.

No, definitely, the other Horcruxes were safe.

The other Horcruxes had definitely not been touched yet... but he had to know, had to be sure... He paced the room, kicking the goblin's body away as he passed it. Images burned through his mind: the lake, the cottage, and Hogwarts... now his anger had subsided a little.

How had the boy known that he had hidden the ring in Gaunt's cottage? No one knew of his connection to Gaunt, he had hidden it, and the murders had never been traced back to him. The ring, surely, was safe.

How could the boy, or anyone else, have known about the cave or gotten past the protections? The idea that the locket had been stolen was absurd.

As for the one in the school, he was the only one who knew where the Horcrux was hidden in Hogwarts, not to mention that there was a secret mechanism there that only he knew about and that he was proud of...

And the body, it must still be imprisoned now, and it will always be under his protection. It is impossible for it to come out of the forbidden area. He now has the power of death, even if the Horcruxes are destroyed...

But it is certain and imperative that he must return to each of his hiding places, and at the same time, he must strengthen the protection measures around each Horcrux... In addition, some things, such as finding the Elder Wand, he must do it himself... So where should he go first? Which one is the most dangerous? A familiar feeling of uneasiness swayed in his heart. Dumbledore already knew his Christian name... Dumbledore might have associated it with the Gaunt family... The abandoned old house, perhaps, is the least safe hiding place, he should go there first... And the lake, it is definitely impossible... Although Dumbledore has a glimmer of hope that he will learn about some of his past crimes from the orphanage.

Hogwarts, he knows that the Horcrux is safe there.

There was no way that Potter and the others could get into Hogsmeade, let alone the school, without being noticed.

However, Snape should be warned that the boy and his companions would try to sneak back into the castle, so he should be careful...

But he would not be stupid enough to tell Snape why the boy sneaked back to school. He had made this mistake with Bellatrix and Malfoy. Wasn't their stupidity and carelessness enough to prove how wrong it was to trust them?

He would go to the old house of Gaunt first to make sure the Horcrux was safe, but before that, Gringotts really had no need to exist.

A gray light spread out from Tom's feet in circles.

As the light touched, it was as if it was crossed by endless time. The surrounding objects, including corpses and buildings, were corroded and corrupted little by little until they turned into dust.

The Ministry of Magic was really ineffective. He needed that item, that? The instrument that could control time, damn it... Alex didn't try hard at all...

If that thing was there, he could completely get rid of his current state and use such power unscrupulously.

He strode across the room, through the hall, and stepped into the dark garden with fountains. He called the newborn Nagini in Parseltongue, and it slid over and followed him like a long shadow.

The door was closed at this moment, and Fan Lin's spirit was immediately expelled. With the help of the Horcrux, Fan Lin retreated safely, and the flow of blood returned to Fan Lin's consciousness with strength and warmth.

He opened his eyes, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, he was lying on the shore of the lake, with Ron and Hermione on both sides waiting for him with concern.

It seemed that he suddenly entered Voldemort's world through the Horcrux, which scared the two people.

On the grass in front, he saw the golden cup lying there alone, and the deep blue lake in the distance reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.

"He found out," after hearing Voldemort's loud roar, Fan Lin felt that his voice sounded strange and low, "He found out our actions, and is now rushing to check other Horcruxes, and the last one," Fan Lin had already stood up, "the last one was closely protected by Voldemort, and we can't do it now."

Fan Lin said, recalling what flashed through Voldemort's mind before.

Body...

Fan Lin probably knew what it was, like a part of the power and flesh of the god of death hidden under Hogwarts. There was no doubt that Voldemort was crazy enough to make the body of the god of death in the vampire forbidden area into the last Horcrux. In this way, the vampire family must go.

But what about Harry?

And something that controls time...

"Hermione, do you know what can control time?" Fan Lin suddenly asked, which made him feel a little confused.

"Control time?" Hermione responded, "Why do you ask that? And what do you mean Voldemort knows?"

"I just entered Tom's consciousness through him." Fanlin said, grabbing Hufflepuff's golden cup in his hand, "So I know some secrets about him!"

"Are you crazy? That's... Voldemort..." Hermione roared, pointing at Fanlin's body, "Look at you, what are you doing?"

"Don't be so nervous, Hermione..." Fanlin said in a low voice, with a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, "But Harry is not here now, we can't control Voldemort at all..."

Fanlin said, feeling something warm flowing out of his nasal cavity, and a pungent smell of blood spread...

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione immediately became nervous.

"It's okay, it's just that I may have been away from the body for too long." Fanlin took a breath, and then cleaned his body with the cleaning technique.

"Answer me first, Hermione, is there anything that can control time? I mean, in the Ministry of Magic..."

"Control... I don't quite understand what this means, but it can be used..."

"Time Converter?"

"Yes..." Hermione nodded, "I only know this one, the time converter made by the Ministry of Magic, do you remember, we used it..."

"Oh, yes, yes, I know." Fan Lin knocked his head with a headache.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just don't understand..." Fanlin said, "If the Ministry of Magic has the ability to make a time turner, what is Voldemort looking for? He needs an item that can control time. This may be related to his latest power, the ability to sentence everything to death. Hermione, I just saw that Gringotts has been destroyed by Voldemort. It was like dust, completely cleaned up. I think he may have deprived Gringotts of time, but..."

"But what?"

"Maybe the Ministry of Magic's time turner is not enough for Voldemort's power... This feels weird, I think..."

"However, Professor McGonagall told me that when I applied for a time turner." Hermione said, "The Ministry of Magic does not have the ability to make items like time turners now. In fact, it's not just the Ministry of Magic, the Alchemist Association can't make time turners because they all lack something..."

"What is it?"

"Sample..." Hermione said, "That is the oldest time-turner. In fact, all time-turners are made based on the oldest sample. Wizards did not originally give the equipment the ability to reverse time. The source of all this power comes from the original one."

"The original one?" Fan Lin's eyes lit up, "Do you know?"

"I don't know." Hermione said, "Professor McGonagall told me that Master Merlin left the original time-turner in Britain. Later, when the Ministry of Magic was established, it is very likely that the time-turner will be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic. However, according to records, the time-turner was lost very early. The International Alchemy Association once applied to the Ministry of Magic, and even they They also sent people to assist the wizards of the Ministry of Magic to search... but in the end they found nothing, and even many wizards who participated in the search disappeared. Some people said that they found the original time converter, and then they were completely lost in time. "

"Time Hall?" Fan Lin said, "Do you still remember the wizard who was infinitely rejuvenated?"

"Uh...what do you want to say?"

"Maybe that's the entrance." Fan Lin said, "Besides that, I can't think of anything else that can have such an effect."

"You don't want to go there to find a time converter, do you, Fan Lin, tell me the truth, is that what you plan to do?" Hermione looked at Fan Lin sternly, as if she would not give up until he answered.

"Yes, and it is necessary, Hermione. We can't resist that kind of power. I don't want any of us to leave, do you understand?"

"But..." Hermione looked at Fan Lin helplessly, "That place is not..."

"Not now." Fan Lin shook his head and gently stroked Hermione's cheek with one hand, "Before going anywhere, I can't help but be prepared. Since so many people can't find it, I don't think Voldemort will have a chance. But before that, we must solve Harry's problem first. The original plan doesn't work. We can't destroy all the Horcruxes, so we must first find a way to cut off the connection between Harry and Voldemort."

"But... how to do this?" Hermione looked at Fan Lin in confusion, "Dumbledore has thought of countless ways, but none of them worked... Fan Lin, I want to ask you a question, Harry..."

"What?" Fan Lin looked at Hermione, and then looked at Ron, who was squatting beside him without saying a word.

"Is Harry..."

"Yes, that's right, Hermione, you're right." Fan Lin said affirmatively. It was not surprising that Hermione could guess that Harry was a Horcrux. After all, Fan Lin had already done the same thing as Harry with the help of the Horcrux.

"Then... Harry is..."

"Oh, no, no, no, Hermione, you don't have to do this..." Fan Lin shook his head and held the tearful Hermione in his arms.

Ron looked confused.

What is this?

How did the two of them suddenly hug each other?

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, Ron..." Fan Lin took a breath and patted Hermione's back gently, "Come on, we must make a new plan."

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