HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

Another green light shot out from behind the silver shield, and this time it was the one-armed centaur who galloped in front of Dumbledore, shattered by the spell.

Before the shards hit the ground, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and was waving it like a whip.

A long, thin flame shot out from the tip of the staff and wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all.

Asked for a split second, it looked like Dumbledore had won, but then the matchlock turned into a viper and swam quickly down Voldemort, hissing viciously, and facing Dumbledore.

Voldemort was gone, the snake rose to its feet on the floor, ready to fight - and a flame exploded in mid-air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort reappeared.

He stood on the pedestal in the middle of the pool, where the five statues stood just now.

"Be careful!" Harry yelled.

At the moment he shouted, another green light flew out from Voldemort's wand and shot at Dumbledore, and the poisonous snake also launched an attack at the same time - Fox, the phoenix, landed in front of Dumbledore suddenly, Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed the green light whole in one gulp: it burned into a ball of flame and fell to the floor, small and wrinkled, unable to fly again.

At the same moment, Dumbledore gave his wand a hearty, wide swing—the snake—was some distance from sinking its fangs into his flesh, and was thrown high into the air, turning into a thick wisp. The smoke disappeared.

The water in the pool rose up, enveloping Voldemort like a cocoon made of glass water.

In the blink of an eye, a black, rippling, faceless figure of Voldemort gleamed dimly on the pedestal. Inside, he was clearly struggling to break free of this suffocating cocoon of water.

Then he broke free, and the splashed water fell back into the sink with a splash, and a flood of water gushed out of the sink, wetting the smooth floor.

"Master!" Bellatrix shrieked.

No doubt it was over, no doubt Voldemort decided to run away, and Harry tried to run from behind his statue guard, but Dumbledore yelled at him, "Stay there, Harry!"

For the first time, Dumbledore sounded panicked.

Harry didn't understand why: the hall was empty except for them, Bellatrix was sobbing, still crushed by the wizard statue, and Fawkes the phoenix was neighing feebly on the ground.

Suddenly Harry's scar exploded and he knew he was dead: a pain that could never be imagined, a pain that would never die.

He disappeared from the hall, and Harry was locked in a circle of red-eyed monsters. The monster was so tightly entangled that Harry didn't know which was his body and which was the monster's body, they were fused together, bound by pain, there was no way to escape - the monster spoke, but It used its own mouth, so Harry had to feel it open and close in excruciating pain.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore."

Harry couldn't see, was dying, and his whole body was crying out to be free, and he felt the monster was using him again.

"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the boy."

Don't suffer any more, thought Harry: let him kill us both and make it all over, Dumbledore.

Compared with what it is now, death is really nothing.

I could still see Sirius again.

Just as Harry was feeling mixed feelings, the monster's circle loosened and the pain disappeared;

He was lying face down on the floor, his glasses were gone, and he was shaking all over, as if he was lying on ice instead of a wooden floor. Many voices echoed in the hall, which shouldn't be there.

Harry opened his eyes and saw his glasses lying at the feet of the headless statue,

And this headless statue, which had been protecting itself all this time, was now lying on its back, broken and motionless.

He put on his glasses and looked up a little, only to see Dumbledore's crooked nose in front of his own.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"fine,"

Harry replied, shaking so badly that he couldn't lift his head normally, "It's all right, I - where is Voldemort, where is - who are they - what -"

The hall was crowded; a fire burst up in the fireplace along one wall, and the floor reflected emerald flames. A succession of wizards, men and women, emerged from the fire.

As Dumbledore dragged him to his feet, Harry saw Cornelius Fudge approaching in a panic, led by statues of house-elves and goblins.

"There he is!"

cried a man in a scarlet robe and a ponytail.

He was pointing at the pile of golden shards across the hall, where Bellatrix had just been crushed by the statue.

"I saw it, Mr. Fudge, I swear he is You-Know-Who, and he Apparated by grabbing a woman!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!"

Fudge croaked, panting as though he'd just run a marathon, his pinstriped cloak still in his pajamas, "Jesus—here—here—at the Ministry!—for God's sake— —it’s unbelievable—I mean—how could it be—?”

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly," said Dumbledore:

—Harry is all right now, Dumbledore, looking visibly satisfied, greeted him, making the newcomers aware that he was there first (several of them held wands; others People just look surprised; elf-figures and goblin-figures are clapping their hands; Fudge is jumping up and down so that his slippered feet leave the ground)—

"You'll see a few escaped Death Eaters in the death chamber, bound with the Anti-Apparition Charm, waiting for you to dispose of them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge was still out of breath, with a look of surprise on his face, "you—here—I—I—"

He glanced frantically around at the Auror he had brought with him, so obvious that he called out almost without thinking, "Grab him!"

"Connelly, I'm ready to fight your men again -- and win again!"

Dumbledore said, "But, a few minutes ago, you also saw it with your own eyes, the truth I have been telling you all this year. Voldemort is back, and for twelve months you have been catching the wrong People. Now is the time, and it is time for you to learn to use your brain."

Dumbledore's words are always so sharp, and the facts are here and cannot be refuted.