HP Magic Biography

When Harry and the Death Eaters shot magic at each other, Hagrid turned the car around and made a z, which felt like a bolt of lightning, but the problem was that Hagrid's appearance was unpredictable It doesn't quite fit the current situation.

But Harry knew that because its seat was not safe, in fact, Hagrid no longer dared to spray flames, otherwise, if he was not careful, Harry would be the first to be punished.

In fact, Harry kept casting Stunning Spells on the Death Eaters behind him as well, and Harry almost knocked them off the broom a few times.

A Death Eater's hood fell off while avoiding Harry's magic, and through the red light of the stun magic, Harry saw Stan Thornpark's pale face

Disarm! Harry yelled loudly.

It's him, Harry Potter, he's the real one! The shout from the hooded Death Eater even overwhelmed the roar of the motorcycle engine, and after a while, both Death Eaters retreated without a trace. disappeared.

What's the matter, Harry? asked Hagrid. Where did they go?

I don't know! Harry's voice trembled, he was a little scared, because the hooded Death Eater said, That's him!

This affirmative tone made Harry very uneasy, how could he know, and... that face... Stan Thornpark?

He looked around at the endless darkness, which made Harry feel a little dangerous, where are they? He turned to face forward, clutching Hagrid's clothes tightly.

Hagrid, do that flamethrower again, we need to get out of here!

Hold on, then, Harry! Hagrid yelled back, and with another deafening roar, the vent spouted a drum of whitish blue flame. Harry felt as if he was sliding towards the back of the seat. As a last resort, Harry had to hold on to Hagrid's clothes, otherwise he would be baptized by the flames. Fortunately, Hagrid held him from behind with one hand. Grab it firmly, with one hand controlling the handlebar as much as possible.

For the first time, Harry was grateful for Hagrid's status as a giant. If he was driving now, he would be lucky not to throw himself out.

I think we got rid of them, Harry, we did! exclaimed Hagrid excitedly.

But Harry was not at ease, he kept looking around, still worried about the pursuer who didn't know where. Why are they retreating? One of them still has the wand...it's him...he's the real one...after he removed Stan's weapon, they were right.

We're almost there, Harry, we're almost there! cried Hagrid. Harry felt the bike drop a little, though the lights on the ground were still as far away as the stars in the sky.

Suddenly, his scar burned like fire, and at that moment a Death Eater appeared on either side of the motorcycle. Harry was almost hit by two Death Curses flying from behind.

Harry turned his head to see Voldemort coming towards him like smoke on the wind...not on a broom or a Thestral. There was a sinister gleam in his serpentine countenance.

His pale fingers picked up his wand again! Hagrid let out a terrified scream, and drove his motorcycle almost vertically down.

Harry clutched Hagrid's clothes tightly, and casually cast a Stunning Charm into the boundless darkness behind him.

Suddenly, Harry saw a figure passing by him, and he knew he had shot one, but after a loud noise, sparks erupted from the engine of the motorcycle, and the car completely lost control, spinning and carrying it from the air. down.

Green light whizzed past them, and Harry lost all sense of direction. The scar was still burning like fire, making him feel like he might die at any moment.

A hooded figure appeared a few feet from him on a broom, and he saw the figure raise his hand...

No! Hagrid snarled and jumped from the motorcycle to the Death Eater, startling him, and then Harry watched Hagrid and the Death Eater disappear from his field of vision... The broom was Can't carry Hagrid and Death Eaters.

It's all over!

Harry thought in despair,

He had no idea Voldemort was there, he just saw another Death Eater suddenly fall, followed by Avada...

Harry's eyes were blinded by the excruciating pain in his scar, and his wand began to move by itself. He felt the wand tug as if drawn by a magnet.

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He held his hand, and then his half-closed eyes saw a burst of golden light, accompanied by cracking and angry shouts.

The remaining Death Eaters huddled, and Voldemort yelled No! Somehow, Harry found himself so close to the button for the flamethrower. He pressed it with the hand that wasn't holding the wand, and the motorcycle shot out a lot of flames and fell to the ground like flying.

Hagrid! Harry yelled, grabbing the motorcycle desperately, Hagrid is coming! Hagrid!

Obviously, it is not very reliable for the Flying Curse to work on a wizard, not to mention that Hagrid is still a giant.

The speed of the motorcycle was getting faster and faster, and it ran straight towards the ground. Harry's view was blocked by the handlebars, and now he could see nothing but the approaching lights.

Harry was about to fall to pieces and there was nothing he could do. Then came another cry from behind him, Selwyn, give me your wand, quick!

Harry felt it before Voldemort found him. He looked toward the sound, staring straight into those red eyes, sure that was the last thing he'd see in his life.

Voldemort was about to cast a spell on him, and the dark red light gathered in the sky like his eyes... At this moment, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, accompanied by a slightly distorted light and shadow, which looked like It was an explosion, but Harry didn't hear the sound.

Harry looked down and saw that Hagrid was lying on the ground beneath him like a big character. Harry tried hard to turn the car to avoid hitting him, but just as he was groping for the brakes, the motorcycle crashed with a loud noise, and Harry and the motorcycle fell into a quagmire.

Hagrid? Harry struggled to get up amidst the mess of metal and leather wreckage, and with a forceful palm he sank into the mud again.

He couldn't figure out where Voldemort had gone, and he felt that maybe Voldemort would attack him from the darkness at any moment.

Something warm and damp dripped from his chin and forehead, and he crawled out of the mud and stumbled toward the big, dark shadow on the ground, which was Hagrid.

Hagrid? Hagrid, talk to me...

But the big black guy didn't move.

Who's there? Is it Potter? Are you Harry Potter? Harry didn't recognize the voice, and then a woman called out, They fell. Tad! Fell in the garden!

Harry suddenly felt dizzy.

Hagrid, he repeated mechanically, feeling as if his knees had been buckled and he couldn't move.

When Harry woke up, he felt like he was lying on a cushion, his ribs and right arm were burning, his knocked out tooth had grown back, and the scar on his forehead was still throbbing. .

Hagrid? Harry opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a sofa in an unfamiliar room with lights on, his wet rucksack covered in mud, thrown on the ground not far from him. on the ground. A blond, potbellied man was watching him anxiously.

Hagrid's all right, boy, said the man, my wife is taking care of him. How do you feel? Is there anything else hurt? I helped you with your ribs, your teeth and your arm. By the way , I'm Ted, Ted Tonks, Dora's father.

Harry sat up abruptly, feeling dizzy and nauseous as the light shone on his eyes.

Voldemort...

Relax, take it easy now, Ted Tonks said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulders and letting him lean back on the mat. You fell hard. What happened? What happened to the motorcycle? Question? Did Arthur Weasley do more than he could do again, with his Muggle contraption?

No, said Harry, his scar hurting like it was opening. Death Eaters, many Death Eaters... are after us...

Death Eater? Ted's voice sharpened suddenly. What do you mean, Death Eater? I didn't think they knew we were going to transfer you tonight. I thought...

They know, said Harry.

Tad Tonks looked up at the ceiling, as if his gaze could penetrate there and out into the sky.

Then, we know our protective spells are still in effect at that time, don't we? They don't

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It shouldn't be possible to enter the 100 meters around you from any direction.

Now Harry understood that Voldemort had vanished the instant the motorcycle had crashed into the Order of the Phoenix's protective spell. He just hoped that the spells would still work. He imagined Voldemort watching Harry from a hundred meters above the sky, protected by a huge transparent sphere, watching their conversation, looking for any openings to come in. .

However, that discordant feeling kept reminding Harry that it seemed that the spell could not be resisted. Being exposed to Voldemort's threat, Harry felt as if he was about to be torn apart.

The wand saved him again?

Harry moved his legs off the couch, and he had to see for himself to believe that Hagrid was all right.

However, before Harry could stand up, the door opened, and Hagrid managed to squeeze in through the door. His face was covered in blood and mud, and despite a slight limp, he was miraculously alive.

Harry! Hagrid knocked over two delicate tables and a pot of spider egg plants, strode across the room in two steps, and hugged Harry so tightly that he almost crushed his new ribs.

Oh, Harry, how did you escape? I thought it was over for both of us.

Well, me too. I didn't expect... Harry paused suddenly, before he saw a woman enter the room behind Hagrid.

You! he yelled, reaching quickly into his pocket for his wand, but it was empty.

Here's your wand, boy, Thad reminded, resting his wand lightly on Harry's arm. It fell beside you, and I picked it up. This... is my wife.

Oh, I... I'm sorry. Mrs. Tonks walked into the room, and now she didn't look so strikingly similar to her sister, Bellatrix. She had light brown soft hair, The eyes also look wider and friendlier. But she looked a little arrogant because of Harry's yelling.

How's our daughter? she asked. Hagrid says you've been ambushed. Where's Nymphadora?

I don't know, Harry replied truthfully. We don't know what happened to the others. Tonks is going in the opposite direction from us, but Kingsley is covering...

She and Tad exchanged glances, seeing their expressions, and a mixture of fear and guilt gripped Harry.

If anyone died, it was his fault, all his fault. He was the one who agreed to the plan and gave them his hair...

Portkey, he thought suddenly, we'll have to go back to the Burrow to see... and then we'll give you news, or... or Tonks will send you a letter himself, if she...

Dora will be all right, Dormida, Ted reassured. She knows what she's capable of, and she's been with Aurors many times. Here's the Portkey, he said to Harry. Leave in three minutes, if you want to use it.

Yes, we have to go, said Harry. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. I... He looked at Mrs. Tonks, wanting to apologize for putting her in such a panic situation, for which he felt he was extremely responsible, but he couldn't think of a sentence that made him sound uncomfortable. Such a hypocritical statement. I'll tell Tonks... Dora... sent the letter, wait for her to come back... Thank you for saving us, thank you for everything, I...

He was glad to be out of that room at last, and followed Tad Tonks down a short hallway into a bedroom. Hagrid followed close behind, hunched over to keep his head from hitting the door beam.

There, boy, that's the portkey, said Mr. Tonks, pointing to a small silver-backed comb on the dressing-table. Thanks, said Harry, putting a finger on the comb, ready to leave.

Wait a minute, said Hagrid, looking around. Harry, where's Hedwig?

She...she was hit, Harry said. The realization nearly broke him, tears stung his eyes, and he was ashamed of himself. The owl was his companion, an important link between him and the wizarding world whenever he was forced to return to the Dursleys.

Hagrid reached out a big hand and patted him on the shoulder painfully. Don't be sad, he said harshly, don't be sad. She lived a long and great life...