Homecoming from Hogwarts

Mr. Weasley was wrapped in layer upon layer of bandages, like a mummy. Just from this, it was clear that his injuries must have been serious.

However, Harry felt more relieved.

At least Mr. Weasley had all his limbs.

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

The cruelty of war was vividly displayed to these little wizards who were still in school.

It's lucky to be able to come back alive from the battlefield.

However, the Weasley children must not be feeling so relaxed.

Ginny leaned into Fred's arms and sobbed softly. George looked at his father on the sickbed, his lips trembling.
"Are there any parts missing, Dad?"

"Oh, I'm not sure--"

Mr. Weasley smiled with difficulty.
"It seems like a spell flew past my ear. Maybe the spell made a hole in my ear."

George seemed about to respond with a witticism, but the corners of his forced smile looked as if he was crying.

Ron also wanted to say something, but his mouth suddenly became clumsy and he couldn't say anything.

"Cheer up, children—"

Everyone was in a sad mood, 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 rumors."

"Stop it, Arthur."

Mrs. Weasley sniffed violently, making a sound like a whine.
"You need to rest. I--everything will be fine."

"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 suppress the fear that was boiling in his heart.

"Mr. Weasley—"

Harry took two steps forward. Ron's accusing look made him feel very ashamed, but he asked anyway.
"Have you--have you seen--"

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

Mr. Weasley, who was considerate, said it directly for Harry.
"I don't know. I did see him when I was fighting with Antonius Dolokhov. He seemed to be chasing someone."

Who are you chasing?!
Harry's heart rose to his throat. This answer led to too many possibilities.

Is Sirius alive or dead?

Harry was almost 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 from around his eyes.

The Weasley children had no intention of leaving the ward. They planned to stay here with their father until he woke up again.

"Let's go, Harry--"

Hermione whispered,
"Let them stay for a while."

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

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

Harry watched with his own eyes as a striker from the Ministry carried his comrade into the ward and lay on the glass bed behind the wooden door to look inside.

But only two minutes later, the emergency therapist retreated with an apologetic look on his face, and a stretcher covered with cloth appeared in the corridor.

The batsman sobbed quietly for a few seconds, then wiped away his tears and the resolute look on his face disappeared!
Harry stared blankly at the stretchers covered with cloth, imagining that when the white cloth was lifted, the person lying there would be his godfather.

He had never been so afraid of something happening before.

Hermione knew very well how much Harry was suffering, but she just couldn't muster the energy to comfort him.

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...
There was nothing she could do, she couldn't help anyone.

The cruelty of war had broken down her psychological defenses. "I want to go and take a look."

Harry said suddenly.

Go and have a look?
Hermione's eyes fell on Harry's pale profile. Even with her sharp mind, she couldn't figure out what Harry was trying to do.

But then she figured it out and stood up from the ground with a bang, staring at Harry in disbelief.

"Are you crazy, Harry?"

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

Harry was surprised at how calm his voice was. He looked at Hermione steadily.

"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 you doing this. He won't be grateful to you!"

Hermione clutched Harry's arm tightly.

"You don't understand, Hermione—"

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

Hermione knew that Harry was acting up again, and she glanced anxiously at Mr. Weasley's ward, wondering whether to call Mrs. Weasley out, or to shout to lure out Professor McGonagall from a few wards away.

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

Hermione's screams were still ringing in her ears, and her vision was spinning.

The strong smell of blood made Harry's stomach churn. In this world of blood and flesh flying everywhere, before he had time to observe his surroundings, a red sun rose not far away!
The moment he heard Sirius' voice, Lucius Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

The Dark Lord was watching the battlefield secretly, and he had to carry out his orders perfectly.

What on earth was hidden in Bellatrix's vault that could make the Dark Lord so nervous?

For Lucius, this problem can be figured out with just a little thought.

It had to be the same notebook the Dark Lord had given him for safekeeping!

Lucius couldn't imagine that the Dark Lord could have made two or more such evil things.

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

Lucius's original plan was to pretend that he had not found the cup, and then secretly pass the message on after returning to let Amos Tower Braine destroy the Dark Lord's Horcrux.

Amos Tower Braine knew that the Dark Lord had created Horcruxes. He had reminded himself of this in the Leaky Cauldron two years ago.

But he didn't expect that the Dark Lord would speak directly into his mind and tell him the location of the golden cup, which made his plan come to nothing.

Fortunately, the roar he had made at Bella earlier worked and successfully attracted Sirius.

But while he was feeling relieved, a gloomy feeling emerged in his heart again.

Sirius didn't know that he was in private contact with Brian, which meant that Sirius would do his best to kill him!

However, his magical power was not enough to deal with Sirius with ease.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Malfoy, still wrapped in a black robe, turned around slowly, his voice deliberately hoarse.
"Ah, I know him. The head of the Malfoy family, a respectable wizard."

hum!

Sirius smiled coldly.
"Come on, Malfoy, I recognize your voice -"

He glanced at the exposed gold coins and gold objects at Malfoy's feet with contempt.
"Why, the task Voldemort gave you and Bellatrix was to dig up more gold and pack it back?"

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

Lucius Malfoy shouted furiously under the black hood.

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

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