The Magic Circle From The Harry Potter World

In the Hogwarts Infirmary, Harry was lying on the hospital bed.

At this time, he was already aware of it, and he could feel the pain all over his body.

He wanted to struggle hard, wanted to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't do it anyway, as if his body didn't belong to him.

He looked around, and found that he was in an unknown place, surrounded by darkness, could not see anything, could not hear any sound.

He was terrified in his heart, and kept running into the depths of the darkness, constantly thinking about what happened, why is he here?

So amidst countless questions and guesses, he gradually remembered his experience in the underground secret room.

Pictures kept flashing in Harry's mind: In the basement, Quirrell laughed crazily and mockingly, playing with himself recklessly, he watched the two green light beams take the lives of his companions in an instant, and then He just roared in pain helplessly, using his incomparably weak magic and body against Quirrell.

At the last moment, I saw Quirrell step on my wand.

Does "July 17" mean that this is hell? Is it used to punish my crime of killing two companions?

Thinking of this, Harry knelt with his head in his hands and knelt in the darkness, with complex emotions such as fear, anger, regret, and annoyance, he didn't know how long he had passed.

Then he suddenly saw a light, and he looked up: "What is this?"

The light gradually increased, and Harry found that he could hear some voices.

"It's time, get out of here quickly, don't delay the patient's rest!"

"It sounds like Madam Pomfrey's voice!" Harry tried to open his eyes again, this time he could feel his own eyelids.

Gradually, the darkness disappeared completely, and Harry slowly opened his eyes, and through his blurred vision, he saw that there seemed to be a person standing next to him.

Harry felt his aching body, and he struggled to sit up.

Madam Pomfrey, who was next to her, heard movement on the bed, and quickly looked over, only to find that her patient had already woken up.

She quickly took out a bottle of potion and poured it into Harry's mouth.

Harry felt his teeth click against something hard and crisp, and a stream of cool liquid flowed down his throat, and his tongue felt a bit bitter, but it also warmed his body, and he could see clearly.

"Madame Pomfrey?" His vision gradually became clear, Harry frowned in pain and looked at the person beside the bed, his head still hurt a little.

"Good afternoon, dear!" Madam Pomfrey straightened Harry up on the pillow, "You've been sleeping all day" Your friend woke up when he was in the middle of the cow.

"Friend? What friend? That's right! Hermione and Ron!" Harry's eyes widened, and his head suddenly became clear and understanding.

He asked Madam Pomfrey anxiously, "Madam Pomfrey, how are Hermione and Ron doing?"

"Oh! They're all right, they just suffered some skin trauma. They woke up at noon, and it's just in time for lunch." Madam Pomfrey was a little startled by Harry's excitement, Dumbledore didn't mean that they were just careless Just a little hurt?

"Really? That's good! But the three of us are not..." Harry rubbed his dry eyes, he felt his mind was in a mess now, in his impression, Hermione and Ron should have died in Quirrell hand.

"Oh! Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore walked in just as Harry was scratching his head, puzzled, "I heard you're awake, "I'll come and have a look."

Dumbledore looked at the sympathy object beside Harry's bed: "It seems that your friends are very concerned about you.

"Professor Dumbledore, what the hell happened? I remember I was in the basement, and I met Professor Quirrell, Ron and Hermione..."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Perhaps I shouldn't be the one to answer you."

He straightened his magic robe and sat beside Harry's hospital bed, "Harry, after what happened last night, do you feel anything?"

Harry lowered his head dejectedly, and looked at the wound on his hand that had been wrapped up guiltily: "I don't know, we were all wrong, I feel very regretful, everything we did before was wrong."

Dumbledore nodded and said softly: "Yes, many things are wrong."

"But Harry, in a sense you're not wrong."

"You have protected the Philosopher's Stone from falling into the wrong hands."

"In that respect, you are brave."

"In addition, you never told other people about this matter, but silently assumed the responsibility of protecting the Philosopher's Stone, because you were afraid of bringing danger to others.

"In that respect, you are kind."

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Harry slowly raised his head, looking into Dumbledore's kind eyes, he could feel the encouragement and approval.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore..."

On the other side, outside Hogwarts Castle, on the shore of the Black Lake, Hermione pulled Bai Hao who was having afternoon tea here.

"Oh! Hermione, why did you bring me here?" Bai Hao said resentfully.

He was eating a sweet pumpkin cake, and Hermione dragged him to this place before he finished half of it.

Hermione turned her back to Bai Hao: "Why?"

"Huh? What why?" Bai Hao was stopped by Hermione's sudden question, he didn't quite understand what Hermione meant.

"Don't try to lie to me!" Hermione clenched her fists, turned around suddenly and looked at Bai Hao with red eyes, "You were in the basement last night, right?! You are responsible for everything! "

"I distinctly remember Ron and I both getting the Killing Curse, no one can survive the Unforgivable Curse, but we're all fine now!"

"Only you!" Hermione rushed up and grabbed Bai Hao's collar, "You are the only one in Hogwarts! Only you can cast illusion magic! No one else can do it except you!"

"So why on earth are you doing this!!!"

The more Hermione talked, the more hysterical she became, and in the end she just yelled...

Bai Hao looked at the girl in front of him blankly, holding back tears in fear. In a sense, she had already died once last night.

"Why?" Bai Hao sneered, "Hermione, did I tell you that these things are not something you should care about? Your ability is far from being able to handle these things."

"If you want to be a hero, you have to consider the consequences of being a hero beforehand!"

"What if it was Voldemort you met last night? What do you want to do?"

"Should you use your childish schoolboy spells, or pick up tiny stones on the ground and throw them at the enemy?"

"Last night I was merciful. If it was really Voldemort, what do you think he would do? Would he let you die so easily?"

"Ask Neville, what are the consequences of being tortured by the curse!"

"You think you're smart, don't you? In fact, your self-righteousness made you meet Death once.

Bai Wu said these words in a cold and calm tone, he wanted the little witch in front of him to understand that facing Voldemort is not just a game.

After listening to Bai Hao's words, Hermione tightened her hands on the collar and then slowly loosened it.

She sobbed: "But...but..."

"I'm really scared!!!" Hermione burst into tears suddenly, her hands kept digging her eyes.

Since she woke up at noon today, the green beam of death has been lingering in her mind. The feeling of being infinitely close to death and feeling cold and lonely all over her body made her very scared. Her hands and feet were cold all afternoon, and the whole People feel weak, palpitations, and cold sweats from time to time.

Bai Hao sighed helplessly, took out a 4.1 medicine bottle containing pink medicine, and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.

This was the euphoria potion, he had anticipated this situation, and asked Madam Pomfrey to get some this morning.

After drinking the potion, Hermione gradually calmed down. She looked up at the boy who was a head taller than her, eyes full of complex emotions.

Wiping away the remaining tears on her face, Hermione jumped forward and plunged into Bai Hao's arms and hugged his waist, she needed comfort now.

huh? what is this for?!

Bai Hao was confused by Hermione's sudden action, he looked around helplessly, no one...

With a low emotional intelligence, he didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him, so he could only pat Hermione on the back stiffly to express comfort.

In this way, under the reflection of the sunset glow, the lake water sparkled with the wind.

On the shore of the Black Lake, two little wizards, a man and a woman, are embracing each other, presenting a beautiful picture.

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