Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Suddenly, someone came out from somewhere and pounced on them:

The two of them fell on their backs. Neville looked like a beetle with four feet up to the sky. With two legs dancing wildly, Harry's left hand was held high in the air to prevent the small glass ball from being smashed.

"Prophecy Ball, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter!"

Lucius Malfoy shouted in Harry’s ear, and Harry felt his wand pressed against his ribs. between.

"No, let go—open—I, Neville—catch it!"

Harry rolled the prophecy ball along the floor, Neville’s back against the ground. Turn, hold the ball in his arms.

Malfoy adjusted the wand and pointed at Neville. At this time, Harry pointed his wand back from his shoulder and shouted: "Impedimenta!"

Malfoy was knocked off .

Harry looked around when he got up again and found that Malfoy had slammed into the table. On the table, Sirius and Bellatrix are fighting fiercely.

Malfoy used wand at Harry and Neville again. Before he could take a breath and say spells, Lupin jumped between them.

"Harry, gather the other people, go!"

Harry grabbed Neville's robes on his shoulders and dragged him up the Level 1 stone steps; Neville's legs were still Twitching, dancing, simply standing does not raise.

Harry tried his best to drag Neville again, and they climbed another step-a spell hit the stone bench, which happened to hit Harry’s heel. .

The stone broke, and Harry fell on his back on the next step.

Neville fell on the ground, his legs were still dancing and swaying, he put the prophecy ball into his pocket.

"Come on!" Harry said desperately while tugging on Neville's robe, "Use your legs to look at—"

He pulled up again. , All the seams on the left side of Neville's robe were torn apart.

——The small glass ball fell out of the pocket. Before they could catch it, Neville kicked it with a trembling foot.

It flew to their right Out, about ten feet, smashed to pieces on the steps below.

They all stared at the place where it was crushed and were shocked by what happened just now. Only the two of them noticed that a pearly silhouette with huge eyes rose into the air.

Harry could see its mouths close together, but there were collisions, screams, and shouts all around them, and he couldn't hear a single prediction.

The silhouette disappeared without a trace after speaking.

"Harry, I'm sorry!"

Neville yelled, his pained expression on his face, his legs still swaying, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay!"

Harry shouted, "Try to stand up, let's get out of here—"

"Dumbledore!"

Neville yelled and looked over Harry's shoulder, with an expression of excitement on his sweaty face.

"What?"

"Dumbledore!"

Harry turned his head and followed Neville's gaze.

Above them is the door to the brain hall. Albus Dumbledore is standing in the doorway, his wand is held high above his head, his pale face is full of anger.

Harry felt an electric current surge through his body—they were saved.

Dumbledore walked down the steps quickly, passing by Neville and Harry, and they never wanted to leave anymore.

Dumbledore walked to the bottom of the steps, and the nearest Death Eater found him and yelled to inform the other Death Eaters.

A Death Eater ran away, climbing up the opposite stone steps like a monkey, and Dumbledore's spells with no difficulty dragged him back, like hooking him with an invisible thread It's the same—now only two people are still fighting, and it's obvious that none of them noticed Dumbledore's arrival.

Harry saw Sirius flash past Bellatrix's red light: he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better!"

He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous room.

The second beam hit his chest just right.

The smile on his face hadn't completely disappeared, but his eyes rounded in horror, and Harry let go of Neville subconsciously.

He pulled out the wand as he jumped down the steps again, and Dumbledore turned towards the stage.

Sirius seemed to fall down a long time later: his body bent backwards into a graceful bow, and when he fell, he passed through the shabby curtain hanging from the arch.

Harry saw that when his godfather fell, his thin, once handsome face was both horrified and surprised. He fell into the ancient arch and disappeared behind the curtain.

The drapery fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had blown just now, and then returned to its previous appearance.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange screaming triumphantly, but he knew it didn’t explain anything—Sirius just fell into the arch, and he could come out from the other side at any time... but Sirius didn’t. Appear.

"Sirius!"

Harry shouted, "Sirius!"

He came to the floor, his breathing turned into a hot gasp.

Sirius must be behind the curtain, he will drag him out... But when he came to the stone pit and rushed to the platform, Lupin hugged him and dragged him back.

"There is no way, Harry--"

"Grab him, save him, he just walked in!"

" It's too late, Harry—"

"We can still catch him—"

Harry struggled desperately, but Lupin didn't let go, "There is no way, Harry, no Way, he's gone."

"No, he didn't!"

Harry yelled.

He didn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe it; he was still desperately breaking free from Lupin’s obstruction: Lupin didn’t know, there were people behind the curtain;

He entered this room for the first time When I was inside, I heard them talking in low voices—Sirius was hidden, but in a place where people couldn't see it.

He yelled vigorously: "Sirius!"

"He can't come back, Harry."

Lupin tried his best to hold Harry in his arms, and his voice became Intermittently, "He is impossible to come back, he is dead—"

"He—no—has—dead!"

Harry roared frantically.

Around them, Death Eaters are still fighting, bustling with spells.

For Harry, those were just meaningless noises. The spells passing by them had no effect on him. He was indifferent to all of this unless Lupin stopped lying to him. Sirius will not appear again; Sirius is standing behind the shabby drapery, throwing his black hair behind his head, eager to join the battle again.

It's a pity that his wish will definitely not come true in a short time.

Dumbledore glanced here, confirmed that Sirius was okay, then turned his head back into the battle.

As for Harry...people always need to grow, and I hope he can learn a lot.