Chapter 1,304

Bill and Fleur's house stood alone on a cliff by the sea. The walls were painted with white plaster and covered with shells.

This is a secluded and beautiful place. No matter where he was in the house or the back garden, Fanlin could hear the sound of the turbulent water accompanied by the tide, like a huge sleeping animal breathing.

However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with them. In fact, Fan Lin had no way of appreciating it at all.

In the next few days, Fanlin spent most of his time finding various excuses not to stay in the crowded hut with them, but to immerse himself in the fascinating cliff sea view and feel the vast sky and ocean. , savoring the salty cold wind blowing on his face.

Harry has not woken up until now. In fact, it is very difficult to get Harry back to the Shell Cottage.

Fan Lin's magic power is constantly flowing away. Although Harry is not absorbing it, fighting against the energy escaping from Harry's body is like fighting against a powerful wizard all the time.

That was the power delivered by Voldemort, and there was nothing they could do about it.

It seemed that Harry had to stop his journey. Even the most basic means of maintaining life were the isolation methods that Fan Lin found after two days of research.

Bill found a large piece of Ye Qi's skin, and Fan Lin used some isolated magic runes to give them a chance to help Harry replenish his basic life.

But Harry still hasn't woken up. Fan Lin has felt that Harry's spiritual world is simply a mess. The fear of death hangs over Harry, and there are also some crazy thoughts. Fan Lin can't even penetrate Harry's deeper layers. spiritual world.

Unless the Voldemort part of Harry's body is removed, Harry will have to rely on himself when he wakes up.

Others were obviously more worried. Although Fan Lin said that Harry would not die like this, in fact, Harry's current condition was not much better than death.

"Dumbledore should not have left the Elder Wand." Hermione said. The girl was very worried about Harry's situation. Voldemort's power was like a dark cloud hanging over them.

It turned out that this feeling was not very obvious, even though they fought against Voldemort and his men several times, but in the end they all survived, but this time Harry fell.

"Harry was just blinded. He will wake up, I promise." Fan Lin said, thinking about how to wake up Harry.

"But is he really dead?" Ron asked unwillingly. When Ron found Hermione and Fanlin, Fanlin was staring intently at the wall that separated the garden from the cliff.

In fact, Fanlin really didn't want Ron to find him, and he didn't want to repeat the explanation.

But this time, Ron seemed to realize something.

"If he was dead, why did he leave the Elder Wand there, Hogwarts? Snape was the Headmaster there and no one was going to stop Voldemort."

"Maybe Dumbledore didn't think of it." Fan Lin said.

"No, I don't think so..." Ron shook his head, "He is Dumbledore."

"But he can't help us at all now." Fan Lin said quickly, "All we can do now is just believe in Harry."

"But, I think Harry might..."

"Don't say stupid things, Ron!" Hermione pursed her lips, "We've always been here like this."

"Okay, stop talking!" Fan Lin stood up a little irritably. One trouble came after another. Instead of waiting for Harry to solve it, Fan Lin might as well do it himself. He had been thinking about it for a long time these days. In fact, , he has always relied too much on Harry's role in Voldemort and felt the changes in Voldemort, but now Harry can no longer complete this. Maybe it is a good thing to take a rest here, he can definitely...

"Fan Lin!"

Fanlin's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden call. It was Furong's voice.

Fan Lin turned around and saw that Furong had walked out of the house, her long silver hair flying in the wind.

"Fan Lin, Ah Huan wants to talk to you. He is in the smallest bedroom. He said he didn't want to come here to eavesdrop." Furong obviously didn't like the goblin asking her to send a message. She turned around and looked at the house. Get up very angry.

It should be said that Fleur's mentality is the best one, she is not a Hogwarts person, and the threat of Voldemort and Harry's role are not instilled like a biography.

In Fleur's eyes, Harry was just a boy who was lucky enough to survive. He was very courageous, but in terms of ability...

Compared to Harry, Fleur believed in Fan Lin more, after all, they were relatively familiar friends.

Fan Lin nodded and walked directly in with Furong without any hesitation.

When they entered the smallest bedroom where Hermione and Luna lived, Griphook was waiting for them just as Fleur had said. He closed the curtains, blocking the clear sky with white clouds, and the originally airy and bright cabin was enveloped in a flaming red.

"I have decided, Fanlin El," the goblin said. He was sitting cross-legged on a low stool, patting his arm with his narrow fingers. "Although the goblins of Gringotts will rebel, I decided to help you..."

"It surprises me, Goblin." Fan Lin raised his eyebrows, "That's what Harry asked you to do, but now he has..."

"You saved me. I don't believe in prophecies. Goblins are very pragmatic."

"Very good, tell me your conditions." Fan Lin nodded.

"In return," the goblin said firmly, "you have to pay it back."

"What do you want? Magic, power, or gold?"

"Nothing, I don't want gold," said Griphook, "I have plenty." His black eyes sparkled, and there was no white in them at all.

"I want the sword, Godric Gryffindor's sword."

Farlin's face darkened, "I can't give it to you," he said, "I'm sorry. But the fact is, it doesn't belong to me!"

"In that case," the goblin said softly, "there will be a problem between us."

"We can give you something else," Ron said enthusiastically, "I bet Lestrange must have got a lot of things, and you can take your share once we get into the vault."

But Ron said the wrong thing. Griphook's face flushed with anger.

"I'm not a thief! Child! I won't try to get wealth that I don't deserve!"

"The sword is ours..."

"No, it's not." Griphook roared angrily.

"But we are Gryffindor, it's Godric Gryffindor..."

"Whose was it before Gryffindor got it?" the goblin asked, sitting up straight.

"No one's," said Ron, "it was made for him, wasn't it?"

"No!" the goblin shouted, pointing angrily at Ron with his narrow finger. "It's wizard arrogance again! The sword was originally Regnook's, and Godric Gryffindor took it from him! It's a lost treasure, and this sword is a goblin's masterpiece! It belongs to the goblin! It's my reward, give it or not, it's up to you!"

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