HP Magic Biography

Then we've made a happy decision. Fan Lin said, he was really relieved when he got here. Since they came out of the castle today, one of Fan Lin's strings has been tense. It made him feel very tired. When he really relaxed, Fan Lin's body felt weak for a while.

It's fine if I come. Hermione said, she quickly supported Fan Lin's body with her hands.

How do you feel? Lupine said gently, as long as he doesn't turn into a werewolf, Professor Lupine is still very gentle.

It's nothing, I'm a little nervous, and the consumption of magic power is a bit high. But... Fan Lin raised his magic pattern bracelet, with it, it will almost recover after leaving the secret path.

It was still given to him by Snape, but Snape was knocked unconscious on the ground now.

That's good... Lupine said, his mind was also very relaxed, and they would be able to return to Hogwarts in about an hour, and this meant that this matter had come to a perfect conclusion.

Ron, he... Harry said, he was supporting Ron with his hand, Ron had been knocked out by Lupine's hand, and he could only lean limply on Harry's body, the worst What's more, Ron also had a problem with one of his legs, which seemed to be broken.

You know, my bone setting skills are not as good as Madam Pomfrey's, so I thought, the best way is for us to tape up Weasley's legs first, then send Weasley to the school hospital, and then ask Dumbledore has come to help him recover.

As Lupine said, he hurried to Ron, bent down, touched Ron's leg with his wand, and murmured, Feru1a!

The bandages jumped on Ron and pulled the legs tightly together, securing them to the thin wooden strips. Harry carefully helped Ron up, trying to keep Ron leaning against him as much as possible.

That's good. Lupine said, although Ron was controlled by the Imperius Curse, Dumbledore would definitely find a way. Back then, some people were controlled by Voldemort with the Imperius Curse. good excuse

Many Death Eaters use this as an excuse to lessen their guilt.

However, those who were really controlled were all rescued by Dumbledore, so Lupine was very relieved that the gap between Peter and Voldemort was not even a star and a half, and the strength of the two was not comparable at all.

What about Professor Snape? Hermione asked in a low voice, looking down at Snape's prostrate body.

There's nothing serious about him, said Lupine, bending down and feeling for Snape's pulse. He's just a little... agitated. He's still unconscious. Oh... maybe it's best to wait until we get there safely. The castle will wake him up later. We can take him like this...

With that said, Lupine tapped his wand as though invisible cords were bound around Snape's wrists, neck and knees, and he was drawn into a standing position, still hanging his head uncomfortably. Like a grotesque puppet. His feet were a few inches off the ground, and they dangled limply.

Two of us should be tethered to this thing, Blake said, touching Peter Pettigrew with his big toe, just in case.

I'll do it, said Lupine. In this way, to be on the safe side, if he dares to make any moves...

Peter was trembling with fear, and Lupine transformed a plank of wood into a pair of heavy handcuffs. He cuffed his left hand to Peter Pettigrew's right hand.

That way nothing will go wrong.

Let's go now, Fan Lin muttered, I think we need to take a good rest and hand him over to Dumbledore to save him.

Okay. Everyone nodded together. They all felt a little tired. Constant injuries, magic fights, and spiritual relief were all tiring tasks.

Fan Lin was the first to go out. He walked downstairs slowly with Hermione's support. They needed to return to Hogwarts through the secret passage they had come here.

Behind them are Lupine, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, Professor Severus Snape, who is unconscious and floating in mid-air. Fan Lin thinks that Professor Snape will definitely beat him to death when he wakes up. He is considering whether to go out and hide for a while...

Getting back into the tunnel was difficult. Lupine and Pettigrew had to walk sideways, and Lupine still pointed his wand at Pettigrew. Harry could see them marching awkwardly in single file along the tunnel. Fan Lin and Hermione were still in the lead. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, but most of the time it was Hermione who asked, and Fan Lin answered, they always did this.

Harry followed Black, with Ron between them, the unfortunate Ron passed out and they had to carry him.

Black still let Snape levitate ahead of them; Snape's stumbling head bumped against the low roof of the tunnel now and then. Harry felt that Black was deliberately not trying to stop it.

Do you know what that means? Black asked Harry suddenly, as they made their way slowly down the tunnel, hand in Peter Pettigrew?

You're free, said Harry.

Yeah... said Sirius, but I'm also—I don't know if you've been told—I'm your godfather.

Yes, I know, said Harry.

Harry your parents appointed me to be your guardian, said Blake dryly. If any misfortune happened to them...

Harry waited for him to finish. Did Blake mean what he thought he meant? Of course. If you'd like to live with your aunt and uncle, I'd understand, said Blake, but... well... think about it. Once I'm rehabilitated... if you want a ...a different home...”

Suddenly Harry's eyes lit up, he felt that his head was not enough, he always did, Hermione kept asking him to read more books.

What—living with you? he said, banging his head on a rock protruding from the ceiling of the tunnel. Leave the Dursleys?

Of course, I don't think you would, said Blacksoon. I understand, I just thought I would...

Are you crazy? said Harry, his voice suddenly hoarse, just like Black's. Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Do you have a house? When can I move in?

Black turned to look at him; Snape's head was scraping the top of the camp tunnel, but Black didn't seem to care.

Will you? He agreed. are you serious?

Yes, I'm serious! said Harry.

Black's thin face broke into a real smile for the first time, Harry had never seen him smile like this before. It was striking what a difference a smile made, as if someone ten years his junior was beaming at him through the mask of hunger; The one who laughed.

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