Hogwarts Homecoming

Mr. Weasley's whole body was wrapped in layer after layer of bandages, like a mummy. Judging from this alone, he must have been seriously injured.

However, the more emotional emotion in Harry's heart was happiness.

At least Mr. Weasley was still intact.

Think about Kingsley with a broken leg, think about the witch holding the child on the first floor, and then think about the rows of cold bodies on stretchers in the corridor outside.

The cruelty of war was intuitively displayed in front of this group of young wizards who were still in school.

Being able to come back alive from the battlefield is already considered lucky.

However, the Weasley children certainly didn't feel so relaxed.

Ginny leaned into Fred's arms and sobbed softly. George looked at his father on the hospital bed, his lips trembling,

"Are there any parts missing, dad?"

"Oh, I'm not sure--"

Mr. Weasley smiled hard and said,

"It seemed like a magic spell flew past my ear. Maybe the magic spell made a hole in my ear."

George seemed to want to make a few witticisms, but the corner of his mouth seemed to be crying.

Ron also wanted to say something, but his mouth suddenly became clumsy and nothing could come out.

"Be happy, kids-"

Everyone was immersed in sadness, and Mr. Weasley had to try to comfort his children.

"I bet the ministry will reimburse the medical expenses and maybe even raise the salary. I heard the rumor."

"Stop it, Arthur."

Mrs. Weasley sniffed hard and made a sound like a wail.

"You need to rest. I--everything's going to be okay."

"certainly--"

Mr. Weasley said gently,

"You're right, Molly, I do feel a little tired."

Harry knew he shouldn't disturb Mr. Weasley's rest, but he couldn't help the fear boiling in his heart.

"Mr. Weasley—"

Harry took two steps forward. Ron's reproachful expression made him feel very ashamed, but he still asked,

"Did you-did you see-"

"You want to ask Sirius, right, Harry?"

The considerate Mr. Weasley said it directly for Harry,

"I don't know. I did see him. When I was fighting with Antony Dolohov, he seemed to be chasing someone."

Who are you chasing? !

Harry's heart was in his throat. There were so many possibilities with this answer.

Is Sirius alive or dead?

Harry was driven crazy by this question.

Hermione gently pulled Harry's clothes and signaled with her eyes.

Mr. Weasley fell asleep quickly after taking the potion, and Mrs. Weasley was carefully wiping the blood near his eyes.

None of the Weasley children had any intention of leaving the ward. They planned to stay with their father here until he woke up again.

"Let's leave first, Harry--"

Hermione said softly,

"Let them stay a while."

The two people walked out of the ward, and Hermione closed the door gently, leaving the Ron family alone.

The tragic sounds still filled their ears, and an endless stream of wounded were sent to the hospital. Almost everyone who escorted them back had hatred on their faces. After completing the escort mission, they immediately returned to the battlefield. .

Harry watched with his own eyes as a battalion striker sent his comrades into the ward and lay on the glass bed of the wooden door to look inside.

But only two minutes later, the first aid therapist withdrew with an apologetic look, and there was another stretcher covered with cloth in the corridor.

The striker sobbed softly for a few seconds, then wiped away his tears and the phantom with a determined expression disappeared!

Harry stared blankly at the stretchers covered with cloth, imagining that when the white cloth was lifted, the person lying there was his godfather.

He has never been so afraid of something happening.

Hermione was very aware of Harry's inner torment, but she really couldn't muster the energy to comfort Harry.

After coming out of the ward, she slowly squatted down against the door, covering her mouth with her hands, looking at the running therapists with extremely sad eyes.

This feeling is so powerless——

Nothing could be done, she couldn't help anyone.

The cruelty of war has broken her psychological defenses.

"I'm going to take a look."

Harry said bluntly.

Go and have a look?

Hermione's eyes fell on Harry's pale profile. With her sharp mind, she couldn't figure out what Harry wanted to do.

But then she thought clearly and stood up from the ground with a crash, staring at Harry in disbelief.

"Are you crazy, Harry?"

"I'm going to check it out, Hermione."

Harry was surprised that his voice was so calm. He looked at Hermione intently.

"I'm going to help Sirius. Help everyone. I can make a difference. I've been trained - Professor Blaine has been training us."

"But we are just underage wizards. Harry, Sirius will never agree to what you do, and he will not be grateful to you!"

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm tightly.

"You don't understand, Hermione -"

Harry didn't argue, just shook his head gently.

Hermione knew that Harry was starting to act stupid again. She glanced anxiously at Mr. Weasley's ward, wondering whether to call Mrs. Weasley out, or to shout out the microphones a few wards away. Professor Ge brought it out.

However, just as she was distracted, Harry suddenly jumped up, and he tore Hermione's hand away. Before Hermione could react, he rushed to the corridor where a Ministry of Magic striker was escorting the wounded back and was about to return to the battlefield!

Hermione's screams were still echoing in her ears, and the world in front of her was spinning.

The strong smell of blood stimulated Harry's stomach to roll. In the world of blood and flesh flying, he had no time to observe the surrounding environment. Not far away, a red sun rose!

The moment he heard Sirius's voice, Lucius Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The Dark Lord was watching the battlefield in secret, and he had to follow his orders and perform flawlessly.

What exactly was hidden in Bellatrix's vault that made the Dark Lord so nervous?

For Lucius, this question could be figured out as long as he used his brain a little.

It must be the same thing as the notebook that the Dark Lord gave him to keep!

Lucius couldn't imagine that the Dark Lord had made two or more of that evil thing.

But he knew very well what that thing did. If he wanted to destroy the Dark Lord, he had to destroy all the Horcruxes made by the Dark Lord first.

Lucius's original plan was to pretend that he hadn't found the cup, and then secretly pass the message on after returning, so that Amosta Blaine could destroy the Dark Lord's Horcruxes.

Amosta Blaine knew that the Dark Lord had made Horcruxes. He had reminded himself two years ago in the Leaky Cauldron.

But he didn't expect that the Dark Lord would speak directly in his mind and tell him the location of the golden cup, which made his plan fall through.

Fortunately, the roar he had previously shouted at Bella worked and successfully attracted Sirius.

But after being grateful, he felt gloomy again.

Sirius didn't know that he had contacted Blaine privately, which meant that Sirius would do his best to kill him!

And his magic power was not enough to deal with Sirius.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Malfoy, still wrapped in a black robe, turned around slowly, his voice deliberately hoarse,

"Ah, I know him. The patriarch of the Malfoy family, a respectable wizard"

Hum!

Sirius smiled coldly,

"Don't play dumb, Malfoy, I recognize your voice--"

He glanced at the exposed gold coins and gold utensils under Malfoy's feet, with a look of contempt,

"Why, Voldemort's task for you and Bellatrix is ​​to dig more gold and pack it back?"

"How dare you call the Dark Lord by his name, Sirius Black!"

Lucius Malfoy under the black hood shouted "furiously\

,""I want to let you know what the consequences of disrespecting the Dark Lord are!"

After that, Malfoy stepped over the pile of gold he dug out and rushed towards Sirius aggressively! (End of this chapter)