HP Magic Biography

Harry didn't choose to wait, he crawled out into the hall as quietly as possible. Climb the stairs that are about to collapse.

Everything was covered with a thick layer of dust, but not the floor, where something had been dragged up the stairs and left a bright, broad mark on the floor.

Harry reached the dark landing.

nox!

Harry muttered something, and the light at the end of Harry's wand disappeared.

Only one door was open. Sneaking past, Harry heard movement behind the door: a low groan.

It was Ron's voice, and he seemed hurt.

Harry felt that he couldn't wait any longer, and he took a sharp breath, which stopped his body from shaking with tension. Harry clenched his wand, and quickly turned the spells that could be used in his mind. He was not sure whether his own spells would work, but the current situation could only be like this.

Harry kicked open the door to a luxurious four-poster bed with dusty curtains all around. And Ron's body was curled up on the dilapidated sand beside him, his feet stretched a little unnaturally, and it seemed that the injury was caused by the impact.

There was panic in Ron's eyes, as if nothing had happened more than a month ago, that familiar feeling immediately filled Harry's heart, at least, he knew that Ron in front of him was His familiar friend.

However, Harry still felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that Ron was too scared. Even when facing the terrifying troll and the attacking python, Ron had never been so scared.

Ron - are you all right? Harry yelled, and rushed to Ron's side quickly, holding his wand in his hand, and he was always on guard.

Where did that dog go?

Not a dog.

groaned Ron. His teeth were clenched in pain. Harry, this is a trap...

What--?

He's the dog...he's an Animagus...

Ron looked over Harry's shoulder. Harry turned quickly. With a snap, the figure in the shadows closed the door behind them.

A filthy, tangled mass of head hung down to the elbows; he might have been a corpse if the eyes, hidden in deep, black sockets, had not been lighted; waxy skin clings to the skeleton of the face, looking Like a skull. Grinning with his yellow teeth bared, it was Sirius Black.

expe11iaarmus (expulse your weapon)! A relatively faint light burst out from Sirius' finger, and he heard Harry's footsteps chasing him before he could snatch Ron's wand away. As for Fan Lin and Hermione, the girl's speed is a bit slow. Of course, Fan Lin will take care of his little girlfriend, so getting in touch with Harry's weapon seems to be a good choice.

It's not unfamiliar yet! Sirius smiled sinisterly. He cast spells without a wand very cleverly. Although the power of the spell was small, it was enough for a kid like Harry who lacked actual combat experience.

Sure enough, even though Harry kept holding his wand tightly, it didn't change anything. Before his defensive spell had time to cast, Sirius' spell hit Harry first.

Harry saw his wand being knocked out of his hand, and he wanted to reach out to catch his wand. But Sirius played much faster than him, Sirius took a step forward, and snatched Harry's wand away as soon as he stretched out his hand.

I thought you'd come to help a friend, Sirius said hoarsely. His voice sounds like he hasn't spoken for a long time. In fact, in order to avoid being exposed, Sirius can only hide here by himself, and the only ones who can accompany him are Van Lin's owl and Hermione's Crook Shan, the food they brought every time was wired, which made Sirius feel very bad, and the culprit of all this was now hiding in the pocket of the Weasley boy.

This made Sirius feel extremely excited, and finally wanted to avenge Lily and James Potter, which was Sirius' greatest wish.

However, when facing his godson, Sirius still plans to talk to Harry first, Harry and his parents really look alike, Lily's eyes, James' face.

Your father will treat me like this. You are so brave that you didn't go to the teacher. I am grateful...it makes things so much easier... Sirius said patiently. Although Harry lacked practical experience, Sirius still I am very satisfied with Harry's character. Harry is very similar to him in person, and he is equally brave.

And Harry obviously didn't think so.

What Sirius seemed to be taunting his father echoed in Harry's ears, as if Black had just shouted it out loud. Hatred boiled in Harry's chest, so there was no place for fear to stay. For the first time in his life he wanted his wand back so badly, not to defend himself, but to attack... kill. He rushed forward, not knowing what he was going to do, but suddenly a hand grabbed Harry.

That was Ron. He didn't seem to remember what he had done. He just wanted to protect Harry now, which seemed to be his own wish. However, the coldness and fear in his eyes did not subside at all.

If you're going to kill Harry, you're going to kill me too! he said as if furious, though the effort to stand had made him paler and he shook a little as he spoke. Something flickered in Black's dark eyes.

Lie down, he said quietly to Ron, you're going to hurt that leg even more.

Did you hear me? Ron said weakly, even though he was holding Harry painfully now to get upright. You have to kill me first, or I won't let you touch Harry.

There's only going to be one murder here tonight, said Blake, his smile widening.

Why is that? Harry spat, trying to break away from Ron, but Ron didn't hold on tightly, his body shrank back slightly, and the whole person hid behind Harry, Ron Ron's eyes kept scanning Harry and Black, and every time his eyes touched Sirius, Ron's body would tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Harry obviously didn't notice Ron's move, he continued, the anger in his tone couldn't be concealed at all, I didn't care last time, did I? In order to get Peter Pettigrew, you can spend so many Muggles are all killed... crazy in Azkaban, what does that matter?

That's right, your allegiance is to Voldemort, he killed my parents, this matter has nothing to do with you, I know it all, in Hogsmeade, I heard the conversation between Fudge and Professor McGonagall , so I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to appear again, and then personally...killing you!

As soon as the words fell, Harry jumped towards Sirius Black, he completely forgot about magic, he forgot that he was just a thirteen-year-old child, his body was thin and small, even Black could Not that strong, but in close combat Harry was no match for Black.

However, Harry had the determination to kill him. He had this idea from the first time he learned the truth of the matter. He had never been so eager to kill someone. He was angry and impulsive, but He is also fierce enough.

Hatred burst out from under Harry's thin and small body, which was completely inconsistent with his body and age. This kind of will instantly infected Harry's whole mind, even if he was hit by a spell, even if it was Avada Kedavra It will not shake Harry's belief, even if he dies on the spot, Harry must drag Sirius Black down as a backstop.

Sirius seemed to be frightened, and the hatred he felt from the boy was the same as he felt towards Peter and Voldemort, even more intense.

He raised Harry's wand in a panic, afraid that his instinct would use some powerful spell to kill Harry.

Harry didn't care about these abnormal behaviors, he was like a nimble monkey pounced on him, one of Harry's hands grabbed Black's hand holding the wand, forcing the end of the wand to change direction; haha The knuckles of Leigh's other hand hit the side of Blake's head, and the two fell backwards, hitting the wall...

The wand in Black's hand sent a spark into the air, inches from Harry's face; Harry felt the shriveled arm wriggling wildly under his fingers, but he held onto it, and with another One hand slapped every part of Blake's body within his reach. But Black's free hand found Harry's throat—Don't, he whispered, I've waited too long... Fingers clenched, Harry was breathless, his glasses crooked side.

Ron didn't move a single one, he just hid behind and watched the two wrestling together in fear, he raised his wand several times, but he wasn't sure who would be killed by his spell, it was Harry Or Sirius Black, or simply kill the two of them together.

Suddenly, Ron shuddered, he was incredulous at the thought, his eyes flashed with strong meaning of struggle, he seemed to be forcing his palm to throw the wand out.

He wanted to go up to help Harry knock Black down, but his body didn't listen at all. Instead, he took two steps back slightly while holding the wand, and his whole body collapsed on the sand, with his face twisted Returned to normal look, normal look within a month.

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