Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1045 "Burial"

  Harry chased the swamp for a while, and his surroundings became more and more weird. Gradually, the muddy swamp had solid ground again, and a gloomy grove appeared in the mist of the swamp.

  This small forest is very quiet, and it makes people feel creepy. Thick dead leaves cover a winding path in the forest like an unfortunate life lost.

  A cold wind suddenly blew from the top of the tree, causing the branches to wave wildly, but the wind did not blow downwards, and the dead leaves on the ground were not moving, so it looked strange.

   "Harry Potter..."

  A hoarse voice came from deep in the forest, sounding like a hopeless sigh.

   "Potter!"

   Just when Harry was unsure whether he should climb up and see, footsteps sounded behind him.

   "You called me just now?"

   Harry asked the man in black who he didn't know.

   "Of course it's me, who else is here besides us?" The man in black asked inexplicably.

   "What's your name?" Harry asked.

   "What are you asking about this?" The policeman asked, thinking.

   "There should always be a name."

   "You can call me absinthe." said the man in black.

   "You joined the Death Eaters?"

  Absinthe ignored Harry. He pointed his fluorescent wand at the weird forest. The forest path looked very long.

  "Are you going to check this place?" Absinthe asked.

   "I have this idea."

   "Then why don't you act?"

"Because, I don't think it's a good idea to act without authorization." Harry raised his wand and launched a red spark to the sky, just like he did in the maze during the Triwizard Tournament, and then walked onto the dry soil. , I found a rock and sat down.

  The wormwood also found a stone and sat there. They waited for a while, but no one came.

   "No one seems to see our signal." Absinthe said.

   "Wait." Harry said cautiously.

   "The fog in the swamp is too thick." Absinthe said, "Maybe there is nothing suspicious about this forest."

  "Do you think we can investigate first?"

  Absinthe stood up and walked into the forest first, followed by Harry.

   After about a dozen yards, they found a fence, just like the one used on the farm, and there were some farm tools scattered in the forest. It seemed that this place was once a farm.

They walked forward for a while, and a solitary concierge appeared. The trees began to become sparse, and the vines of rose were everywhere. Maybe it used to be a garden, but now it has become overgrown due to lack of human care. .

After passing through a ruined wall that looked like an entrance, Harry saw a weird-shaped tree with various entangled twists and multiple knots. The roots of the tree twisted like grapevines on the surface of a fountain, from the roots of the tree. In the gap, you can see an incomplete stone stele carved on the sandstone, which looks magnificent and unpredictable.

  A dark green bird flew over their heads suddenly.

  Harry and Wormwood followed it and watched it until it landed in a teardrop-shaped nest made of thorns hanging from the head of the weird big branch.

  It was a bird with a sad look and short body, and it looked a bit like a malnourished vulture.

  "I remember you had a white owl." Absinthe looked at the bird and said, "That bird is much cuter than it."

  Harry pressed his mouth tightly and did not answer. Hedwig was not a phoenix after all. He died after an unforgivable curse and could not be reborn.

  This Irish phoenix seemed to the wizard to be a sign of death, so he and absinthe were careful to avoid the big tree.

  When they reached a clearing, Harry's scar suddenly started to hurt without warning.

  He was so painful that he could not help reaching out to cover the scar on his forehead, his eyes could barely see, his head was about to split, as if someone was going to pry open his skull with a chisel.

   "Merlin..." Wormwood moaned loudly.

   "What's the matter?" Harry narrowed his eyes and came to the side of Absinthe.

  The location that should be the garden behind the fountain has now been cut open, because it was buried very perfunctorily. After the sun and rain, you can see the dead bones of human beings exposed on the ground, endless, like a sea of ​​bones.

  Muggles are needed to make dementors, and Muggles can’t fly. When Voldemort returned in 1997, a large number of Muggles disappeared. Not all of them were eaten by werewolves.

  "Do you think this is one of his'farms' or we found the headquarters?" Harry asked.

  Absinthe eyes widened, as if it had lost the ability to speak.

  The Dementor once helped Malfoy escape from Azkaban. If Voldemort and Pete Perdiro plan to go to Scotland, they will also fly over the sea.

   Harry understood why Voldemort came to this place.

  This is a "farm" similar to a death camp, and the "crops" grown are monsters like dementors.

  But, what do they do with mandela grass?

   Harry remembered what happened in the second grade. Mandela grass can be used as a resuscitation soup. Perhaps, there may be a basilisk on this island or even in the swamp.

   "Let's go!" Harry took the absinthe and quickly turned back.

  On the way back, he saw a lot of climbing nets, and some traces of magic making. It seems that someone had trained here.

  It seems that he is not only looking for the Dementor, but also for his former subordinates.

  Harry was a little desperate to think, and his pace became faster than before.

  As they passed by the big tree, Bo Bird suddenly yelled, and the sound seemed to be crying. Then, the forest seemed to come alive, and the branches were trembling even if there was no wind.

   "Ah~"

  A baby cry sounded.

   Harry recognized the voice, it was the cry of a mandela grass seedling.

  Then the cries became louder and louder, and Harry and the absinthe ran on and on, and left the weird forest before the cries became deadly.

  But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, as the forest woke up, a group of black-robed monsters slowly rose to the sky.

  The water froze wherever they passed, and all the happiness disappeared. Harry tried to Apparate, but found that it couldn’t be used.

  "Will you use Hushen to protect?" Harry asked Absinthe.

   "No, use that spell!" Absinthe cried.

   "I..." Harry looked at the overwhelming dementors, he was not sure that his patron saint could drive them away.

  This is different from the last time in the Forbidden Forest, because at that time the dementor had to listen to the orders of the Ministry of Magic and could not harm wizards other than Azkaban.

   also didn't know it was his hallucination, a little man was standing in the mist not far away.

  He looks about the same height as a six or seven-year-old child, wearing a hooded cloak, his face is blocked by the hood, only his silver and blue hair can be seen.

  A more illusory figure stood beside him, and as a gust of wind passed by, both of them disappeared into the fog together.

  It didn't take long for the noisy forest to quiet down, and the dementors who came out of the nest seemed to have been pressed the reverse key, and returned to the forest again, as if nothing had happened.

   "Am I dreaming?" Absinthe said to himself.

  "Don't be in a daze, go!" Harry continued to run with the arm of the absinthe, and met Blaise Zabini on the way.

  The group of people said nothing, and ran back, until they stopped near the castle to catch their breath, because they could apparate in this place.

   "You...what did you do? Why are so many dementors gone?" Blaise asked.

  Harry did not answer him.

  Although he used to be a Quidditch athlete, he was no longer able to compare with his youth because of negligence after work.

   "I understand what happened here." Ha said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go back."

  There are a few people who almost can’t wait to apparate.

  "Can you tell me what happened?" Blaise asked.

  "You can ask him." Harry pointed to absinthe and said, "I'm going to see my friends. See you in Saint Mungo."

  After speaking, he Apparated in front of Zabini.

  (End of this chapter)