Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Jason?!" Robert looked at the guy in front of him in astonishment. Isn't this the former prefect of Ravenclaw?

I had seen him once before at the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, his face was already half burnt and half intact. Now it looks even more terrifying. After all, the visual impact of a skull is better than that of a black one. The group is much stronger.

After all, if you didn’t know better, you would have thought that the dark mass was a sea mud mask!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Before he could finish his words, he was hit by two white spells and passed out straight away.

It was a sleeping spell. Because the incident happened suddenly, Robert and Hermione did not stop at all. They used 100% of their magic power. Even Jason, who seemed to have greatly increased his strength, could only be knocked down.

"Huh -" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and quickly looked at the man who was lying on the ground with no idea of ​​his life or death, "Harry!"

She ran in with a low cry, stretched out her hand to test under his nose, then breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Robert and said, "He's fine, he's probably just in a coma."

With that said, she took out some potions from her backpack and tried to pour them into Harry, but found that his teeth were clenched tightly and she couldn't pour them in. In the end, Hermione had no choice but to use the Power Relaxation Curse to put it in his mouth. He pried it open and poured a whole bottle of magic potion into it.

Hermione's potion skills were rare in Hogwarts. After taking a bottle of potion, Harry coughed twice and woke up slowly.

"Cough cough cough——"

Taking advantage of this period of time, Hermione had used magic to untie him and removed the black cloth on his face. Harry finally regained his composure, and then realized that it was Hermione in front of him.

"Hermione?" Harry shouted in surprise, "You, were you arrested too?"

Looking at Harry speechlessly, Hermione explained, "No, we are here to save you."

Harry got up from the ground and felt the heartbreaking pain in his legs. He couldn't help but scream and fell to the ground again.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione was startled and subconsciously stretched out her hand to pull, but she felt a slippery hand and no one held her back.

After being stunned, Hermione put her hands in front of her eyes, and then noticed that the greasy thing was a black liquid. She sniffed it under her nose, and an unignorable smell of blood filled the tip of her nose.

Hermione was stunned. She looked at Harry in shock, only to realize that he seemed to be in a very bad state, "Oh my god! What exactly have you experienced? Do they want to drain your blood?"

Harry took a breath, "No, I don't know. He has been torturing me since I was captured." As he spoke, he pointed at Jason who was lying on the ground, his eyes full of panic, "He Keep burning me with a green fire!"

Hermione looked at Jason, as if remembering something bad, "Why is it this guy again?"

Harry looked at Hermione in confusion, "Do you know him?"

Hermione glared at him angrily, "That guy who attacked us at the Quidditch World Cup before! He can summon a very strange kind of flame that can't be extinguished at all!"

As she said that, Hermione seemed to have remembered something, "Wait a minute! Harry, you don't still have that green fire on your body, do you?"

She exclaimed, looked around Harry, and found nothing wrong, then she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're okay, otherwise Robert and I will definitely be sad."

As she said that, she cast another spell on Harry. Harry felt that the pain in his body was relieved a little, so he said gratefully, "Thank you, Hermione."

Hermione shook her head and reprimanded with a straight face, "Harry! How many times have I told you! Don't directly call the mysterious person by his name. Why don't you believe it!"

When Harry mentioned this, he became a little annoyed, and the gratitude in his heart faded a little, "You are afraid of him, but I am not! Dumbledore said, if you don't even have the courage to call his name, how can you do it? To defeat him?"

"That's because Dumbledore is here!" Hermione pointed out this point without mercy. "The Dumbledore who dares to call him by his first name is still lying in the hospital bed! No one is determined to defeat him. No, but the first thing you should consider is your own safety!"

"I'm not afraid of sacrifice!" Harry shouted loudly, "As long as I can defeat him, I won't hesitate to lose my life!"

Hermione said in a calm voice, "Yes, Mrs. Weasley's two brothers said the same thing. The consequence is that all of us still dare not mention her family!"

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"Harry, be realistic!" Hermione said bitterly, "We alone can't solve the mysterious man. We need everyone's help. You are always so reckless. Have you ever thought about it? Sirius is still in the ghost world? If he comes out and knows that we took you on adventures and heard about your death..."

As she said that, she couldn't help but scratch her face, which was a subconscious manifestation of her panic. Harry pursed his lips, feeling Hermione's panic.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his head, not because he felt that he had done something wrong, but because he felt that he seemed to have made his friends worried. Moreover, Voldemort was in this shrine. If he suddenly jumped out of any corner, Cast the Killing Curse on them, and no one here will be spared.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry, Robert. I'm sorry, everyone." Harry said again, this time because he followed them out. If they all went back alive, but he died here, they and the Weasley family , the relationship with the Sirius family is likely to be shattered.

Whenever they see them, Mrs. Weasley and Sirius will think of themselves. They have spent more than ten years forgetting the sadness of their parents' death. Will they have to spend another few decades to forget the sadness of their own death?

"Never again next time!" he promised.

But I was thinking in my heart that I would never call Voldemort directly next time when they were all around. Otherwise, not only might I be exposed, but I might also get my friends into trouble.

They are all his best friends, and he must not let them get into trouble just because of his reckless courage!

However, you can't call Voldemort's name directly, so when the final battle comes, you can call it out openly, right?

Hope reignited in Harry's eyes.

He believed that he was definitely not the only one who dared to shout this name that terrified countless people!