94 Diagon Alley

Junior Crabbe cast a full-body restraint spell, but missed a little.

Crabbe turned around quickly and called out again: "Avada Suo!" But his aim was not very good, and Ron turned his head slightly to dodge. Harry noticed that Malfoy had just seemed to bump into Crabbe's arm awkwardly, trying to deflect his spell.

Hermione rushed forward and hit Goyle with a Stunning Charm as she ran, Malfoy huddled behind a three-legged wardrobe.

"It's here!" Harry called to Hermione, pointing to the pile of trash where the old crown had fallen. "I'm almost there—"

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

There was a rolling, rushing sound behind Harry, and he had an ominous premonition in an instant. He turned to see Ron and Crabbe running down the aisle lifelessly.

"Do you like it hot, crap?" Crabbe growled as he ran.

But Crabbe can't seem to control what he's doing. Raging flames chased them, engulfing the edges of the trash wall, turning to ashes wherever the flames went.

"Clear water!" Harry shouted, but the jet of water from the tip of the wand immediately evaporated in the air.

"Run!"

Malfoy grabbed Goyle, who was knocked unconscious, and dragged him to escape. Crabbe, who looked panicked, ran at the front. Harry didn't have time to find the tattered tiara from the **** heap, and it was time to run for his life. Ron and Hermione ran after him, the fire chasing them. This was no ordinary fire, Crabbe had cast a spell Harry didn't know about. They turned a corner, and the fire immediately caught up, as if the flames had sentient beings, determined to burn them to death. At this point, the flames began to transform into a horde of beasts of fire: fiery snakes, chimeras, and dragons, which rose, fell, and rose again, and the **** accumulated over the centuries was thrown into the air, into their tusk mouths, upon their clawed feet, and engulfed in hellish fire.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were gone, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped abruptly: the fire beasts surrounded them, getting closer, claws, tentacles and The tails were flapping, and the heat wave surrounded them like a wall.

"What?" Hermione screamed in the deafening roar of the flames. "What?"

"Give!"

Harry grabbed two heavy-looking brooms from the nearest garbage dump and threw one to Ron. Ron pulled Hermione to sit behind him, Harry got on the second broom, kicked the ground a few times with his feet, and flew into the air, just short of the sharp beak of a fire-breathing bird that opened its mouth to bite them. a few feet. The smoke and heat were suffocating, and beneath them, the wicked fires devoured the illicit goods of generations of students tracked down, the sinful fruits of thousands of prohibited experiments, and the untold number of people hiding in this room the secret. Harry couldn't see Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle anywhere. He flew as low as he could over the greedy and ferocious fire beasts, looking for them, but saw nothing but fire: such a way of dying would be tragic... He never wanted...

"Harry, let's go out, let's go out!" Ron roared, but in the dark smoke it was impossible to see where the door was.

At this moment, in the terrifying chaos, in the roar of the consuming fire, Harry heard a faint scream of a person.

"Too-too-dangerous-!" Ron shouted, but Harry was still hovering in the air. In the thick smoke, his glasses somewhat protected his eyes. He swept across the raging fire below, looking for signs of life, an arm that wasn't charred, a face...

He saw: Malfoy with Goyle, unconscious, on the crumbling tower of charred tables. Harry dived. Malfoy saw him approaching and hurriedly raised an arm, but Harry knew it was useless as soon as he grabbed it: Goyle was so heavy that Malfoy's hands were sweaty and slipped out of Harry's hands instantly—

"If we're dragged to death by them, I'll kill you, Harry!" Ron's voice roared. He and Hermione dragged Goyle to their broom just as a giant fire-breathing chimera swooped in and swirled and undulated into the air again, while Malfoy crawled to the ground. behind Harry.

"The door, fly to the door, the door!" Malfoy called in Harry's ear. Harry picked up speed and followed Ron, Hermione and Goyle through the suffocating billows of black smoke. Around them the last few things that were not destroyed by the flames were thrown into the air with joy by the evil monsters of fire: cups, shields, a gleaming necklace, and an old and faded crown—

"What are you doing, what are you doing? The door is over there!" Malfoy screamed, but Harry took a sharp turn and dived. The gleaming crown seemed to descend in slow motion, flipping, and slowly falling into the mouth of a gigantic serpent that was opening its mouth. At this juncture, Harry succeeded, wrapping his wrist around it—

The serpent lunged at him, and Harry turned again and flew into the air, towards the place where he prayed that the door was open. Ron, Hermione, and Goyle were gone, and Malfoy screamed as he grabbed Harry so tightly that it hurt. Then, in the thick smoke, Harry saw a rectangle on the wall and adjusted his broom and rushed towards it. Moments later, they were surrounded by fire.

The door to the Room of Requirement was just a few steps away, but the raging fire had already burned to the ceiling, and they couldn't get through.

It's over, Harry thought. The eerie fire burned the door of the Room of Requirement to ashes.

"I don't want to die in this garbage dump with you!" Malfoy swept away the gloomy appearance since the sixth grade, and his frantic appearance seemed to be the same as the Slater who held the highest chin at Hogwarts. Forest. "If so, why should we promise Dumbledore—"

Harry didn't have time to be surprised - more suspicious, what did Malfoy help him just now? Didn't he save his life?

"I hate stupid kids." A voice came from outside the wall, obscuring Ron and Hermione's frantic door slamming and cries.

The door to the Room of Requirement reopened, and Harry saw a skeleton-like face in the firelight. Deep-set eyes stared at him, then smiled, teeth nearly falling out. "An ignorant, stupid and conceited child who wants to use fiery fire with his crude magic?"

Harry thought he saw Death. But the old man just waved his hand, and the flames that turned into various monster shapes immediately changed color, first turning into a more dangerous blue, and then extinguished in an instant under the action of a certain spell. The creepy evil magic just now seemed to be only one of his specialties.

"Let's go, you, Dumbledore's darling." The old man put these words down on Harry not friendly, just like his inexplicable appearance, and mysteriously disappeared.

Harry rode his broom and rushed out of the small wooden door that reappeared. They slammed into the tapestry of Barnabas being beaten by the troll stick. Malfoy fell off the broom and fell on his face, panting, coughing, and retching. Harry rolled over and sat up: the door to the Room of Requirement was gone, and Ron and Hermione sat on the floor beside Goyle, panting, Goyle still delirious.

"I almost thought—" Hermione's voice was hoarse, and she sobbed at the rest of Harry's life.

"K-Crabbe," Malfoy choked as soon as he could speak, "K-Crabbe..."

"He's dead," said Ron bluntly.

Silence except for gasping and coughing. Then a series of loud bangs shook the entire castle, and a mighty team of transparent figures galloped past on horseback, their heads tucked under their arms, still murderous. shouting. After the Headless Hunters passed, Harry staggered to his feet and looked around: the battle was still going on. In addition to the retreating ghosts just now, he heard more people shouting. His heart was terrified.

"Where is Ginny?" he said suddenly, "she was here just now, she should go back to the Room of Requirement."

"Gosh, after that fire, do you think that house still works?" Ron asked, but he also stood up, rubbing his chest and looking left and right, "We split up to find Find-?"

"The fire was put out, it was put out by a strange old man," said Harry, "but it's been burnt inside."

"It must be fiery!" Hermione said in a sobbing voice.

"What did you say?" Ron asked, spitting out the ash in his mouth.

"Fiery fire - evil fire - I've never had the guts to use it in my life, it's too dangerous. How did Crabbe know-?"

"It must have been learned from the Carlos." Harry said sternly.

"It's a pity he didn't pay attention to what they said about putting out the fire." Ron said, his hair scorched like Hermione's and his face black. It wasn't that he wanted to kill us all, and I feel sorry for his death on a regular basis."

"Flame fire is also one of the substances that can destroy Horcruxes." Hermione said, "Crabbe must not have thought that he was self-defeating."

"You said that fire can destroy Horcruxes?" Harry coughed a few times before finally making a sound, "If I had known this, I would not..."

Hermione also stood up. Malfoy and Goyle were still slumped on the corridor floor, both without their wands. "What did you say? I can't hear you—Harry, what's on your arm?"

"What? Oh, by the way—"

He put the crown