Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Soul's eyes widened, trying to see clearly under the moonlight the face of the strange man dressed as a Death Eater under the mask.

Unfortunately, after he arrived, he bent down and picked up Soul's wand. From beginning to end, he never took off his mask or said any words.

"My wand, it's my wand..." Soul muttered, feeling a little reluctant as he watched the man caressing his sycamore wand inch by inch.

"It is indeed a good wand." The man said softly, holding the handle of the wand and shaking his wrist, and the shining orange-red light flashed away.

"Good fellow, it's a pity that you have your own master." As he said that, the man looked up.

Sur and the man looked at each other and were stunned.

Did he see himself?

No, neither Voldemort nor his men saw him. How could this sudden stranger see him?

Su Er quietly moved a step, but the man's head moved along with Su Er's movement.

"Can you see me?" Suer frowned and spoke out, but the man did not respond. The eyes under the mask were blue and clear, as if he could see everything in the world.

After a long silence, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a half-broken fallen leaf on the ground rose with the wind, swirled a few times, and then fell to the ground.

"After watching a good show, it's time to send you back to your master." The man said, holding Sur's wand in his hand. Without seeing what he did, Sur felt a suction force from the tip of the wand. The suction force is not strong, but it is irresistible.

Sur felt as if he had been thrown into a high-speed rotating washing machine, rolling wildly under the action of centrifugal force. His eyes darkened and he lost all perception.

"By the way, the soul can also feel dizzy?"

No one could answer Soul. The man held the wand and stood still for a while.

He chuckled, "Haha, Albus, in this future, you will never think about it again..."

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing the dark clouds in the sky to cover up the moonlight, and the place where the man was was plunged into darkness, but the moonlight soon broke through the dark clouds and once again poured down on the cemetery below.

In a flash of darkness and light, the man had disappeared.

When Su Er regained consciousness again, he was woken up by a low cry. A girl with long fluffy hair was sitting in front of the bed. Su Er recognized it at first sight as Hermione.

Looking at Hermione's red, rabbit-like eyes, Soul couldn't help but feel heartbroken and regretted why he had accepted Dumbledore's mission to confirm whether Voldemort had been resurrected.

In fact, even without himself, driven by fate, Harry would naturally successfully get out of trouble and return to the castle.

"Don't cry, Hermione, don't cry." Soul subconsciously stretched out his hand, only to find that his hand went straight through Hermione's face, but Hermione didn't notice it and still stared at the bed stupidly, tears continuing. It's flowing.

???

Why am I still a soul?

And, wait, where is this?

Why is Hermione here too.

Soul was shocked to realize that something was wrong, and quickly turned around to look around. He saw a familiar place, white sheets, and a curtain that was fully drawn on one side of the bedside table. This was the school hospital of Hogwarts...

Are you back?

when?

Soul was startled, and he clearly remembered that a tall man with very blue eyes had sucked him in with his wand...

Where's the wand?

The wand lay right next to his body on the bed, as if it had always been there.

Who is this man?He means no harm?Why did you send yourself back again?Was it Dumbledore's order?Also, is he dead or alive?

Sur looked at himself on the bed. His chest was still rising and falling. Although it was very weak, it was definitely rising and falling.

That's probably alive?

Questions popped up in my head one after another, but no one could answer them.

"Mr. Bones is here. You can go in and see him, but don't make a sound, okay? I know you are very sad. Not everyone wants to see this kind of thing..."

Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded, along with chaotic steps. It seemed that many people were approaching here.

"Dumbledore said that Mr. Bones is fine. From my professional point of view, Mr. Bones's situation is really strange. I have never seen him before... I will find a way. You can only stay here. ..well..."

Madam Pomfrey paused, it was rare that there were no rules for visiting the world.

"That's it."

"Shua..." The curtains covering the bed were opened, and a large group of people poured in.

They were all people familiar to Sur, and they had the same sad expression.

Mrs. Ellison blocked Angel's shoulder and saw Soul lying on the bed. She couldn't help raising her hand to cover her mouth and swallowing softly. Mrs. Granger was beside her and patted her shoulder gently.

Mr. Ellison looked calm, but the sadness in his eyes was undisguised.

When Hermione saw the person coming, she couldn't help but get up and throw herself into the arms of her parents.

"Ugh..."

Mrs. Granger sighed softly and stroked her daughter's fluffy hair.

There was silence.

Su Er looked at them silently. At a young age, Angel didn't understand what 'death' was, and she didn't understand why her favorite brother just went to participate in a competition and lay on the bed when he came back.

But she could feel the heavy sadness lingering on everyone during the scene.

"Mom, when will brother wake up? Oh..."

Children are the easiest to empathize with, and the little golden beans are turning in Angel's eyes.

"Don't cry, brother is fine." Suer subconsciously walked over and stretched out his hand to rub her little head like he used to do to coax his sister from crying, but he passed by her.

"Doctor Pomfrey..." Mr. Ellison said, his voice hoarse as if he had been shouting all day.

"That boy, he said that Sur was hit by... the Death Curse, right? Can a person who has been hit by this magic be cured by this magic?"

Madam Pomfrey hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"The Death Curse is a very evil and terrible magic. In the magic world, well... almost no one can save their lives under this magic..."

Speaking of this, Madam Pomfrey suddenly remembered something and shook her head.

"No, there are still some. The boy you saw just now is Harry Potter. He is the survivor I know of under this curse."

"Sul's situation is very strange. According to my observation, he does not behave like the wizards who were hit by the death curse in the past. I believe Dumbledore, he said that Mr. Bones is not dead..." Pang Mrs. Frey hesitated.

"Then there shouldn't be any problems."

Angel couldn't understand Madam Pomfrey's explanation, but she understood the words in the sentence, death, survival, save life. These words were very heavy and cold.

She cried loudly.

"I don't want...I want my brother to wake up..."

Mrs. Ellison hurriedly knelt down and patted Angel's shoulder gently, with a sad face.

Hermione buried her head in Mrs. Granger's arms for a long time. She knew all too well the meaning of death represented by the Death Curse. The information about the three unforgivable curses taught by the fake Professor Moody during this school year passed in the final exam not long ago. I have reviewed it over and over again.

But there is still hope in her heart.

I believe in Principal Dumbledore, and I hope it is true as he said, is Soul okay...