94 Diagon Alley

His breath was very weak, as if his upper body was shrouded in the dark shadow of death.

"Everyone thought he was already..." Madam Pomfrey looked worriedly at the handsome dark-haired wizard, "We should have sent him to St. Mungo's, but the situation is too He's in critical condition... I've given him seven or eight potions, all the powerful potions in the medical wing - Severus will be mad at me - but he can't move any more." Madam Pomfrey wiped Wiping the corners of his eyes, he grumbled, "Poor guy, he's in even more critical condition than when he was sent two years ago. There's no trauma at all, and there's no spell to tell. They just told me it was an execution room. the veil—"

"Execution chamber?" Gwen supported the bed beside him to stabilize himself. "But he's still breathing, and he's still poured into the potion..."

"I don't know, child." Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "but he just can't wake up, it's not something I can manage."

Fred and George remembered Cedric, who was also in a coma before, and comforted, "Since Diggory can wake up, so can Sirius."

At this time, Neville, who was almost covered in gauze, was also sent to the inpatient department. He and Gwen simply described to the twins last night's experience from start to finish.

The always grinning Weasley brothers were silent this time, their faces as solemn as all the wizards who participated in this battle.

Indeed, this incident is like Merlin's bad joke.

"Let me justify, Voldemort hacked into Harry's brain and made him think Sirius was captured. Then they seduced Harry to the Ministry of Magic just to get a prophecy ball - and that Broken Prophecy? Sirius fell into the drapery in the arch when he was dueling with his cousin, and now..." George didn't continue, looking at the half-dead wizard on the bed.

"Can we beat that Malfoy kid while we get back to school." Fred asked, clenching his fists.

Gwen didn't say a word for a long time. In her opinion, old Malfoy was the second strangest person in today's battle - the strangest of course was Harry's mysterious relationship with Voldemort.

Both Fred and George noticed that their loyal friend wasn't on their side for the first time this time.

"What are you thinking, Gwen?" Fred was a little upset. "I said Lucius Malfoy was the Death Eater who led the robbery of the Ministry of Magic."

Gwen bit her nails anxiously, "Don't make me say it, Fred. This is something for the adults of the Order of the Phoenix to struggle with. It doesn't matter what I say, but if you really ask What do I think, old Malfoy seems to be stalling for time, and he saved Harry's life..."

George raised his eyebrows.

"...But he said he could kill the rest of us." Gwen waved his hand away immediately, "so I think a punch would do."

It seems that considering that both Neville and Gwen have just returned from the ruthless battlefield, Fred and George have not brought up any more violence-related topics, so that the medical wing is quiet for a while.

until Madam Pomfrey, who appeared with Professor Snape with the second round of potions, broke the silence. They didn't care about the four little wizards who got together, and the other students lying on the hospital bed. Instead, he stood directly in front of Black's hospital bed.

Gwen felt that Snape was frantically suppressing his upturned lips when he saw Sirius, as if he wished he would never wake up. But he - again like every subordinate who's been tasked by a superior - is reluctantly conferring with Madam Pomfrey on some more potent potion to keep Sirius before St. Mungo's healers go to work. 's life.

"We have to delay his mental trauma first."

"Then give him Dr. Uble's Forgetfulness Cream, Poppy," said Snape impatiently.

"Dumbledore wouldn't have called you if the ointment of forgetfulness worked." Madam Pomfrey looked like a stern elder, "Resurrection potion, vitality tonic, sobriety, and you collection of…”

"I don't have any favorites," Snape said firmly.

"Severus." Madam Pomfrey disapproved. "I'm very busy, and the inpatient unit is almost full. I don't have time to go to your office to get my medicine in person."

Surprisingly, Snape only hesitated for a while, and then took out an unknown silver potion from his robe. Gwen assured that it was the mysterious potion she hadn't seen or heard of in six years. But Snape, as if he was afraid of being seen, quickly filled the sleeping Sirius, put away the medicine bottle, and cleaned himself up with a new one—probably meeting Blake was something that made him very uncomfortable. Disgusting things.

Before Madam Pomfrey could say more, he tossed his black robe and disappeared into the medical wing. Gwen thinks that the Potions Professor is using his whole body to express a truth: I have fulfilled Dumbledore's request. As for whether the potion is effective or not, it all depends on the fate of Sirius. What does it have to do with Snape?

Whatever potion it was, Gwen made up his mind to find a way to get a bottle from the potions professor in the future.

Because Madam Pomfrey broke the tray in her hand five minutes after he left the inpatient unit. Because Sirius sat up from the hospital bed.

Maybe Sirius is indeed like his Animagus, a big dog with strong vitality - allowing him to cross the strait alone under the captivity of Azkaban for more than ten years Hogwarts. Let him wake up under the call of death.

He's just a little weird.

Sirius Black first stared at a position in the air for a long time, the half-sleeping expression Gwen had only seen on Luna's face. Then he mechanically turned his head to meet everyone who looked at him. The only thing she felt was emptiness when those once gleaming dark gray eyes—eyes that seemed to Gwen almost as dynamic as twins—looked at Gwen. There is nothing in there.

"It's not you, it's not you, it's not you." Sirius said in a strange, innocent tone.

Mrs. Pomfrey tried to check his body and give him some new potions. Sirius began to play hysterically on the hospital bed, repeating "It's not you, it's not you."

Gwen opened her mouth wide, she was just happy for Sirius' "resurrection", and now she feels uncomfortable like eating a thousand needles.

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment, and worked together to control the mad Sirius and avoid his actions hurting himself.

Neville's expression was also very complicated, he looked at Sirius as if he saw a familiar person. Then began tossing and digging, and Gwen had to remind him that he was wearing a hospital gown. But Neville blushed, intent on getting something out.

"I think—he's looking for someone—Ow—" Fredra tugged at one of Sirius's arms, but his left hand was bitten.

"Hey—you're a dog—brother... Whoever he's looking for, it's not us." George saved Fred's hand from Sirius' fangs.

The medical wing was in a mess, Gwen anxiously scratched his face with his fingers. Finally asked her to come up with a solution: "I'll go to the principal's office!"

"Good way-hmm-" Fred was kicked in the stomach by Sirius.

"Whether it's Harry or Dumbledore, I hope it'll be of some use—Ow!" George was also bitten, "Can you give him some softener!"

"That could make him lose consciousness again." Madam Pomfrey swung her wand and tied Sirius's hands and feet to the bed with a few soft white sheets, but he was still choking his neck to go Bites anyone who comes close to him.

Gwen immediately rushed to the principal's office.

The Principal's Office.

Dumbledore explained to Harry the lost prophecy with difficulty, and the meaning of "only one survives".

"So," said Harry, like a deep well of despair in his heart from which his words were drawn, "so that means...in the end...we One must kill the other?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore.

None of them spoke for a long time. Harry could hear voices somewhere far off the office walls, where the students might be heading towards the Great Hall for breakfast. It's unbelievable that there are still people in this world who are still thinking about eating and still laughing, and none of them know or care that Sirius Black is gone forever. Even now, Harry had some belief that if he pulled the drape back, he would find Sirius looking back at him, greeting him, barking like a dog...

"I think I owe you another explanation, Harry," said Dumbledore hesitantly, "you may have wondered why I didn't elect you as prefect? ​​I must admit... I I think...you already have too many responsibilities to take on."

Harry glanced up at him and saw a tear slide down Dumbledore's cheek and into his long gray beard.

Phineas suddenly appeared in his portrait. He no longer speaks lazily, but strokes his beard: "Can anyone explain to me why a new name appears on the noble and oldest Black family tree. Why does my great-great-grandson who was removed from the name appear again On the tapestry—names so pale as to die?"

Dumbledore stood up suddenly. Harry kicked the chair over.

At this moment, the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the spiral staircase of the headmaster's room, and Dumbledore waved the door open. Gwen nearly fell to his knees.

She didn't have time to complain, she used the simplest