HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

Lupine dragged Harry away from the table.

Harry was still staring straight at the archway, a little annoyed that Sirius had kept him waiting outside - just as he was trying to wriggle out of Lupin's arms, he came back to himself a little: Sirius Before that, he had never been made to wait. Sirius would always risk many dangers and come to see him and help him without hesitation.

If he couldn't get out of the arch when he was calling for Sirius with his whole life, the only possible explanation was that he really couldn't come back...

Dumbledore trapped most of the remaining Death Eaters in the middle of the house, seemingly tying them there with invisible ropes.

Moody crossed the room and crawled up to Tonks, trying to wake her up; there was a flickering light behind the table, and there were grunts and shouts - Kingsley had already run forward to continue the fight against Bellatrix up.

"Harry?" Neville moved to Harry's side step by step.

Harry stopped struggling, but Lupine was still holding his arm cautiously in case he rushed again.

"Harry, I'm really sorry..."

Neville said, his legs still moving involuntarily, "That man - it's Sirius Black - your friend."

Harry nodded.

"Come on," Lupine said quietly, pointing his wand at Neville's leg and muttering, "It's over."

The spell was broken: Neville's legs were back to normal, no more fidgeting.

Lupine's face turned pale: "Let's find them quickly, where are they, Neville?"

Lupine said as he turned away from the archway.

It sounded like every word made his heart ache.

"They're over there," Neville replied, "with a brain around Ron, but I think he's all right now,

—Hermione doesn't know anything anymore, but still has a pulse—"

There was a loud bang, followed by a scream from behind the table.

Harry saw Kingsley fall heavily to the ground, screaming in pain: Dumbledore was swiping wildly around with his wand, and Bellatrix Lestrange was frightened and ran away with her tail between her legs.

Harry took the opportunity to cast a spell at her, but she dodged it; she was halfway up the steps—

"Harry - don't!"

Lupine yelled, but Harry was already free from Lupine's loosening grip.

"She killed Sirius!" Harry roared. "She killed him—I'm going to kill her!"

He rushed out and quickly climbed up the steps, regardless of the loud voices behind him.

The hem of Bellatrix's robe flickered out ahead, and they were back in the room of brains, still swimming.

She didn't look back, but cast a spell directly from her shoulders behind her.

The case of brains rose into the air and flipped, and Harry was doused in the foul-smelling liquid that poured from it: the brains slid slickly down him, wrapping their colorful tentacles around his body.

Harry yelled, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

They immediately left his body and flew into the air.

He ran slickly straight to the door, skipping over Luna moaning on the ground, past Ginny calling him, "Harry—what's wrong?"

Running past Ron, who was weakly smirking, and Hermione, who was unconscious, pulled open the door leading to the black rotunda, and saw Bellatrix disappear in the opposite doorway; It's the corridor leading to the elevator.

He ran as hard as he could, but she had already slammed the door shut behind her, and the wall had spun.

Once again Harry was surrounded by the blue beams of the swirling candles.

"Which one is the exit?"

The wall rumbled to a halt again, and he yelled, bewildered, "Where do I get out?"

The room seemed to be waiting for his questions,

The door to his right rear flew open, and the walkway leading to the lift was in sight, empty and torchlit.

He rushed over, and he could hear the rattle of an elevator ahead, and he sprinted down the corridor, around the corner, and hit the button with his fist, and the second elevator rumbled a little harshly. Little by little, the gate slid open, and Harry rushed in, slamming the button marked 'Atrium'.

The gate was closed, and he gradually ascended. Before the fence gate was fully opened, he squeezed out impatiently and looked around.

Bellatrix was about to run to the telephone hall elevator at the end of the hall, and he ran after it.

She glanced back and there was a spell aimed at Harry.

Harry dodged behind the Magic Brothers fountain as the spell whizzed past him and struck the golden door at the far end of the hall with a bang like a bell.

There were no more footsteps, and Bellatrix stopped.

Harry hid behind the statue, listening carefully.

"Come out, come out, little Harry!"

Bellatrix yelled in a baby's false voice, her voice echoing over the polished wooden floor,

"What are you following me for, eh? I guess you're here to avenge my dear cousin!"

A violent hatred that he had never experienced surged in Harry's heart, and he jumped out from behind the fountain, roaring: "Crucio!"

The spell knocked Bellatrix to the ground, and she screamed, but it wasn't as painful as Neville's writhing in pain - she was up quickly, out of breath, her smile gone.

Harry ducked behind the golden fountain again, and her return shot caught the handsome wizard in the head, which was thrown twenty feet away, gouging a long line in the wooden floor. scratches.

"Never used the Unforgivable Curse, have you, boy?"

She yelled, no longer in that baby falsetto, "You need to give them evil power, you need to actually cause pain - to be good at it - legitimate anger cannot last long What about me—let me show you, how about? I want to show you some color—”

Harry moved slowly along the fountain on the other side of the fountain.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed, and Harry had to squat down hastily again. The centaur's arm holding the bow was sent flying, and landed on the ground away from the golden Slightly further from the wizard's head.

"Potter, you can't beat me!"

Harry could hear her moving to the right so he could aim more clearly, and he crouched behind the centaur's legs, head level with the house-elf, backing away from the statue to pull away from her distance.

"I was, and am, the most faithful servant of the Dark Lord.

I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells with powers that a poor little boy like you can never hope to achieve—"