Soul shaping

, Amycus waved his wand, and all the shadows were dispersed.Hannah suddenly collapsed on the ground, her eyes were white, and she was unconscious.

"Hannah!" Hermione hurried up to help the girl up, she found that her whole body was cold, her lips were black, her brows were wrinkled in pain, and her whole body was trembling.Hermione raised her head and looked at Amycus steadily, her voice trembling slightly: "Professor, I need to take her to the infirmary."

Without waiting for his consent, Hermione put one of Hannah's arms around her neck on her shoulders, and led her slowly out step by step.

"If you dare to go out, don't come back to my class!" Amycus suddenly shouted sharply.

Hermione didn't look back, however.Those two figures stepped out of the classroom with support, and resolutely walked away in the sunlight.

Suddenly, Draco stood up.He pursed his lower lip tightly, and chased after a group of Slytherin students staring in amazement.

However, this is just the beginning.The students who resisted were tortured to the point of pain. Some of them were taken home directly by their parents, while others lay unconscious in the infirmary.And the students who think these are the limits are obviously wrong, the Ministry of Magic's control over them is far more than just curriculum changes.

No. [-], No. [-], and countless education orders after that were quickly posted all over the bulletin board, rattling when the wind blows.

All the branches were cancelled, all the courses were rescheduled, and the students from the four colleges huddled together in class noisily, and the students who couldn't sit down could only stand in the corridor or simply skip class and leave.For a while students were seen wandering around the college, but this situation was quickly contained, because Filch happily accepted the order of the school to arrest students who skipped classes everywhere, and punished them with solitary confinement and rough work.

Harry didn't understand what the purpose of this arrangement was, except that it would be more effective in scaring others.

All outdoor activities and student organizations were banned, Quidditch teams were disbanded, tours to Hogsmeade were terminated, and some protesters even had their broomsticks confiscated.In order to warn everyone, Amycus called all the teachers and students of the school to the stadium stands, and he piled the collected brooms on the field and lit Fiendfire.

The billowing black smoke over the stadium caught everyone's eyes, and the wind blew the black smoke to every corner.The rich sunset slowly sinking in the west seems to imply the fall of a certain era, people's hearts are shrouded in haze, and they are silent.They were wrapped in fear, and the last struggle in their hearts was silently shattered, like a balloon that had loosened its knot at some point, and could only shrivel up inch by inch.

The ubiquitous black smoke seems to represent a powerful evil force, which is menacing and irresistible, and weak people can only submit to its lustful power.After all, they are still afraid of pain and death, and only want to live in a corner and save their lives.

There are fewer and fewer rebels in the castle, and those who dare to speak gradually give up speaking.Dead silence and obedience have replaced everything that people need to hang over Hogwarts. Harry can only see a silent and cold cafeteria and classrooms, boys and girls hurrying past with their heads bowed in the corridors, the empty Quidditch pitch and everywhere. Flying education orders.

This scene was no different from everything he had seen in the Ministry of Magic. People struggling to survive in the cracks endured oppression, but no one had the courage to break through the darkness.

But now he was no longer the man pretending to be the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

☆, no need to explain

In the evening, Ron walked into the lounge, clutching his arms, and sat heavily on an armchair, grinning again in pain.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Hermione looked up from her book, where she was writing a paper on ancient runes.

"It's nothing, hiss..."

"Hold out your hand." Hermione frowned, and quickly rolled up his sleeves. Ron couldn't dodge, and the bloody arm was displayed in front of her eyes.

"What's going on?" The girl raised her voice, and she took out a bottle of Mortra rat juice from her schoolbag and helped him apply it on the wound.

"Amycus did it. He said I was running around in the middle of the night... It's only eight o'clock!"

"Did you go to the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione hit the nail on the head, and she pinched a dry leaf from his collar.

"I... I just want to go to Hagrid. I want to know what happened to Professor Dumbledore. The other teachers won't tell me." Ron sighed, "Hogwarts will really go on like this. It's going to be occupied... In fact, I don't think it's much worse."

Hermione also sighed, and said while helping him with the medicine: "Many people have given up, no... I even think that only we are still persisting, but no one agrees with us...Last week, Parvati was late for class. Being regarded as a target of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I persuaded her to resist, she actually said that I don't have back pain when I stand and talk, she said she is different from me, I have given up this class, and she has to go on , because they threatened her with her parents..."

"Hermione, do you think we should organize everyone to resist?" Ron said this with some hesitation.

"I don't know, it would have been better if we had done this earlier, no one wants to listen to us now." Hermione shook her head.

"But—but, have you noticed that no one tells us what to do, we can only make our own decisions. Those who guided us have disappeared, and what we are now facing is that although it is only a small battlefield, it It belongs to our battlefield, and no one else can interfere." Ron scratched his red hair all over his head, and he didn't know how long he held back these words.

"I know what you mean, we really should do something." Hermione nodded, holding his arm, but accidentally touched his unhealed wound, which made the boy gasp, she Apologizing quickly, he continued to apply medicine to his wound.

The night gradually shrouded the castle complex under the cloud.Perhaps no one knows that in many unnoticed corners, accidents are happening quietly, flowers will bloom in pools of blood, rusty swords stand on frozen ice fields, and sleeping people hide lions in their hearts.

Only one person ignites the fire, and everyone goes with it.

When Harry passed the infirmary the next afternoon, he was somewhat surprised to see a crowd of people there.In fact, he was not surprised that many people gathered in the infirmary, because this situation is very common nowadays. The Carrow brothers and sisters patrol everywhere, trying to catch students who violate discipline and punish them severely, which makes the infirmary always Overcrowded.

But he saw the Weasley twins in the crowd.They were standing anxiously outside the door of a ward, arguing with Mrs. Fever, trying to persuade her to let them in:

"We're just taking a look, really, just a look!"

"No, the patient needs to rest—"

"She's a good friend of ours! She'll be glad we went to visit her!"

"Weasley, really not!"

"What's the matter, Fred?" Harry asked concerned, pushing his way beside the two of them.Fred gave him a puzzled look, but still explained: "Angelina was punished by Alecto for defending a girl. She beat her hard, and Angelina is still unconscious..."

"So let's go in!"

"Don't mess with me!"

Harry glanced through the glass window, blocked by Mrs Fever's swaying shoulders, at the girl on the hospital bed with her hands folded on her stomach, her eyes closed.She seemed to be experiencing a struggle in her dream, her brows were deeply frowned.

With a tense expression, he turned and walked away through the crowd, closing his eyes forcefully.

"Hey, have you heard..." A group of people walked past him, and their conversations drifted into Harry's ears.

"Education Order No. [-]..."

"I think they are going to get serious this time."

"No, I don't believe..."

"Happy, those Mudbloods can finally get out of the classroom. I said the Ministry of Magic would do this..."

"It's too much! This kind of thing... how can they...?"

"Get all Mudbloods out of the classroom! Out of Hogwarts! Out of the wizarding world! Oh, I love this rule!"

"What? That's impossible!" He shouted inwardly, as if trying to squeeze out all the gossip that flooded his brain, but to no avail.He knew it was all true, that it was going to happen sooner or later.It was driving him crazy.

Draco swore he had never run so fast before, but he still felt that he was not fast enough, not fast enough, and he even started to hate the powerful restraint magic of this school, why couldn't he be allowed to Apparate?This made it impossible for him to appear by her side at any time. When she was pushed into the fire pit, he was still on his way.

Educational Decree No. [-]: All Muggle-born wizards do not have the right to receive magical education, and are not allowed to enter any public or private magic schools. Muggle-born wizards who have already enrolled must be ordered to withdraw from school and have their wands confiscated.

All classrooms are cordoned off.Enemies from the Ministry of Magic swaggered into the classroom, and they read out the names on the list one by one, and then someone rushed in and took away the students who had lost their minds.

"No, let me go, I don't want to leave..."

"Please, I really don't have theft magic!"

"don't want--"

There were cries, begging, and screaming everywhere, and the Ministry of Magic staff impatiently kicked and beat the students who were kneeling on the ground begging them to let him go, and some even directly trampled on their faces with the heels of their shoes, which was shocking.

Draco quickly shuttled through the crowd, he frantically ran towards the door, stumbled and pushed a grown man standing outside the door, and rushed into the classroom.

Everyone in the classroom looked at him suddenly, whether it was the students sitting silently under the stage, Professor Victor standing in the corner, the students lined up on the podium, or the Ministry of Magic staff standing by the door to announce their names, Everyone felt incredible about his appearance, and the audience was dumbfounded for a while.

Gasping for breath, Draco looked up to see Hermione standing among the group on the podium, her wand still in her hand, not taken from her.He took a deep breath, rushed up to pull her, and ran out of the classroom under the eyes of everyone.

"Catch them!" The staff of the Ministry of Magic froze for a few seconds before they realized it. They left one person to guard the group of students, while others surrounded them.

The two ran wildly in the pursuit of the enemy, the magic beam whizzed behind their heads, and the wind sounded. Draco pulled Hermione to hide behind a pillar, listening to the bombardment of the magic behind him hitting the tile surface in horror.

Hermione glanced back, pointed to the right to indicate where to escape, Draco nodded, but when the girl turned around, he grabbed her and kissed her forehead lightly.Hermione was taken aback, her silver-gray pupils gathered like a kaleidoscope, and the fragments of stars circulated in the center of the galaxy, while she was in the center of the center of the galaxy, and her every move affected the movement of the entire universe.

"Go." He pulled her past and ran to the right, without explaining—and without explaining.

There were fewer and fewer enemies chasing after them, and most of the Ministry of Magic staff got lost in the complex terrain of Hogwarts.Many of them have graduated for many years and have long forgotten the architectural structure of this castle, but it is in this way that they come back again.

When Hermione and Draco thought they had finally got rid of the crowd, they breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and were about to clap their hands together, when a shrill female voice cut through the air, shattering all the happiness.

"Draco!"

☆, sound the horn

Pansy stood not far from them, arms crossed, biting his lower lip, and glared at Hermione with almost hatred.Behind her, Lucius looked at the two holding hands expressionlessly, with anger burning silently in his eyes.

"Draco, why are you still holding her hand?" Pansy screamed, her chest overflowing with jealousy that almost drove her out of her mind, "Don't forget who she is! She's a Mudblood, and she wants to Kicked out of school!"

"That's why you called my dad over?" Draco's expression became very indifferent, he squeezed Hermione's hand that was trying to break free, and Lucius obviously noticed this small detail, and his eyes became even colder.

He opened his thin lips and said word by word: "Draco, you really disappoint me."

But he didn't see his son showing the gloomy expression of the past, he was just a little unwilling and sad, but soon all turned into the resoluteness and determination of breaking the boat.

"I'm sorry, Dad." He said softly, and Lucius was a little surprised that he would bow his head so easily, but the next sentence immediately shattered his fantasy, "But this is the last time I say sorry to you. I apologize Just because I disobeyed you, I didn't feel that I did something wrong!"

Lucius smiled angrily, but his expression was very dark: "Do you know what you are doing, Draco? This is what you call the way to make the Malfoy family rise? You are not a child anymore, stop being self-willed Already!"

"I'm not self-willed, it's because of your obsession!" Shouting this sentence seemed to consume all of Draco's willpower, his face became paler, his eyes were red, and Hermione's hand was a little unsteady.He took a step back, took one last look at Lucius, turned around and pulled her away.

Hermione turned her face sideways, she couldn't see his expression clearly, it seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, when a lamp was turned off, all the brilliance faded away.

"Father's approval meant everything to you, didn't it?" And now you've lost it all.

"No, it's not like that."

"So... what do you think is more important?"

Yeah, what the heck is that important...?If he had abandoned even his father's gaze, what could matter?Draco was suddenly a little confused.

But no matter what, he just wanted to hold her hand tightly at this moment.

He walked with his back to the crowd, away from the noisy, restless and fierce confrontation, and walked into the depths of silence alone.The long straight road in the infirmary was cold and damp, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. He felt that there was a tranquilizer flowing in his blood, and his perception became extremely sharp.

Harry pushed open the door of the innermost ward, closed it carefully behind his back, and walked slowly towards the lonely hospital bed step by step.The man on the hospital bed seemed to be still in deep sleep, his breathing was gentle and undulating, and the cool sunlight was spreading on his straight nose, making him beautiful.

Harry felt like he was waiting for a sleeping elf prince in the woods to wake up, rather than a paraplegic.

"Your imagination is very irrational, Harry." A voice rang in his ear, and Riddle sat beside him.Harry stretched out his index finger and pressed it to his lips, signaling him to keep quiet, but the latter put his fingertips in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue ambiguously swept across his fingertips.Harry hastily withdrew his hand and gave him a vicious look, while Riddle still had an expression of unfinished expression.

"Only his appearance is barely worthy of this title, and his knowledge..."

"Everyone is like this, can you show some morals?" Harry couldn't bear to stop him.

"Oh, you know, I'm more sensitive when it comes to things related to you." Riddle didn't feel guilty.Now that he said it out of his mouth, Harry felt shy at first, but then he took it lightly, and sometimes he could reply.

"You're overly sensitive, Tom. It's going to take my breath away," Harry snapped.

"Really, then I will pay more attention to it in the future." Although he said so, there was no trace of reflection in his tone, "But, Harry, do you know that there is something more that makes you breathless?" What came..." After speaking, he leaned over, grabbed the back of his head and kissed her.

"You——this is in the ward...uh..." Harry was fascinated by his kiss, but subconsciously pressed his hand that had reached into his collar.In a gap, he opened his eyes slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Professor Lockhart who was slowly waking up with a yawn, and was so startled that he hurriedly pushed him away, but Riddle entangled him even tighter, even wrapping one hand into his pants.

"You're reacting, Harry," he whispered with his lips against his ear, smiling wickedly.

"Never mind!" Harry pushed him away through gritted teeth, and turned stiffly to Professor Lockhart, who still looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand why they were here.

"You are……"

"Professor, I'm a student you took care of before. I'm sorry I only came to visit you now..." Harry coughed in disguise.

"Oh, oh, it's okay... I've slept for many days, and I can't tell the difference. What day is it now?" Professor Lockhart scratched his hair, a little embarrassed.He looked as healthy as ever, but Harry knew that under the covers were his tightly bandaged legs and torso, and that his lower body was completely numb.

"It's November [-]nd, Professor." He suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and forced a smile.

"November [-]? So it's been so long...I haven't been to class for so long, I have to get better soon." Professor Lockhart shook his head, as if he felt extremely guilty.This made Harry's nose sore, and he was on the verge of tears.

"Are the students okay? They should have found a new teacher... What if the new teacher can teach better than me, they definitely don't want to listen to my class..." Professor Lockhart murmured , very distressed.

"No, Professor. Everyone misses you very much and hopes you recover soon. It's just that they are too busy to come and see you..." Harry comforted in a low voice, "We all think you teach better , much better than the new teacher..."

"Oh, then you have to learn from the new teacher... When I get better, I will go back and continue teaching you. I still have a lot to teach you!" Professor Lockhart said enthusiastically, his There was a big smile on his face, and he kept gesticulating with his hands, showing no signs of being hurt by pain at all.This emotion seemed to infect Harry too, making him laugh along with him involuntarily.

"Okay, we'll wait for your return, professor." He said to him with a smile, "everything will be fine."

He waved vigorously at him and walked out of the ward.

"Tom, I'm going to reveal my identity." Harry lowered his voice.

"Use your identity as the savior to shine again? You have to think clearly, once you reveal your identity, it means the beginning of the war, and there is no room for maneuver."

"Originally, there was no room for manoeuvre." He said every word, clenched his fingers tightly.

"So are you ready?" he asked flatly.

"There's never a moment when you're fully ready, so it's better to start now."

"Okay, then... let's begin."

At the same time, on the other side, the students of Hogwarts were finally overwhelmed and began to take action.

It wasn't the members of the Order of the Phoenix that broke out first, but a good, brave, and famous ex-Hufflepuff student.Since winning the Triwizard Tournament, his popularity has reached a peak, and almost all Hufflepuff students adore him.

Cedric had been patient for a long time.Since the first Muggle Studies class, he has been enduring it. The reason why he didn't jump out directly is because he knows that it will be costly and useless, and it will implicate many other students.So he had to wait for the opportunity.

And the recently released Education Order No. [-] finally made him intolerable.He watched innocent students being forcibly taken away by the Ministry of Magic one by one because of their birth, their wands were broken, their books were torn, and their uniforms were forcibly taken off and thrown away.Some students were still taking a nap in the dormitory when they were grabbed from the bed by the staff of the Ministry of Magic who broke into the dormitory. They were at a loss and helpless.The students who resisted were treated inhumanely and cruelly, and they restrained themselves after being strongly protested by the teachers, but they only slightly restricted the use of force, and this kind of robbery was still not suppressed.

There is no point in enduring it any longer. If he doesn't stand up now, he will never forgive himself in the future.So, when Alecto walked into the classroom as usual, opened the book and began to instill in them the idea that "all Muggles are idiots", he stood up suddenly.

The author has something to say: Children's Day is over, and these two days are three shifts and the third release is at 17:[-]

☆, open to the public

Alecto noticed his unusual behavior and frowned: "This classmate, what's the matter with you?"

"Professor, I would like to ask, rather than knowing whether Muggles are idiots, I would rather find out how much their blood is on your hands?!" Cedric asked respectfully, but his eyes were cold biting.All the students stared wide-eyed, then became excited.

"You—" Alecto reacted, and raised his wand angrily, and a boy sitting in the first row pointed his wand at him and yelled "Disarm", and her wand flew out.

"I will never let you hurt people casually again!" He shouted, and the people around him applauded excitedly.Alecto didn't have time to get angry. She hurried to pick up her wand, but was kicked to the other side by one foot, and another picked it up.Alecto looked up, right into Fred's grinning face.

"I'm sorry, Professor, my feet are really slippery." His voice was extremely flat, but it also made everyone feel extremely relieved.But Alecto was obviously so angry that he lost his mind. She stretched out her hand to pinch his neck, but was instantly hit by a red light, froze on the spot for a moment, and fell down powerlessly.

"Damn!" Everything happened so quickly that the voice almost sounded after the red light appeared.Fred turned his head to look at the girl standing on the seat. She seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, still panting slightly with her wand in hand, trembling with anger.He suddenly laughed and shouted at her: "Well done, Angelina!"

The girl also smiled, ran down amidst everyone's cheers and applause, and threw herself into Fred's arms.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" The students all booed, some slapped the table and some stomped their feet, but the two parties were not shy at all, they held hands generously, waved to everyone, and ran out of the classroom together .

"Why are you all standing still, are you staying here for class?" George shouted, waving Alecto's wand, which drew a burst of laughter.Everyone ran down the stairs one after another. When passing by Alecto, several people wanted to go up and kick them, but Cedric stopped them.

"Well done, Digory." George gave him a thumbs up and winked, "I'm a little impressed with you."

"Nothing, resisting the Death Eaters is our common goal."

And the same scenario happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As usual, Amycus singled out a few students who performed poorly and asked other students to practice the Unforgivable Curse on them.And this day, when he turned his back, Ron suddenly jumped up, pinned his head and pressed him to the ground, Seamus, Neville and other Gryffindor students suddenly jumped up and rushed over Pressing his body down, he neatly tied his hands and took away his wand.

"You—what are you doing! Let me go!" Amycus was startled and angry, but the group of students just laughed at him wantonly, they shouted "Amycus has fallen! Amycus has fallen," jumping and screaming, ecstatic.

This emotion instantly infected the entire classroom. The boys and girls who were the targets embraced each other and cried, and the other students who were oppressed also rejoiced. Occasionally, a few students who were originally Slytherins wanted to rush up to relieve Amycus. They were all overturned to the ground by Ron, who had been prepared for a long time.

"The Death Eaters have fallen! The Death Eaters have fallen!" They carried Amycus, who was yelling and threatening, out of the classroom. Someone suggested throwing him into the Forbidden Forest to feed the spiders. Everyone's unanimous approval.

At first Amycus thought they were just talking casually, but when he found that they were actually walking in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

"Hey, you guys...you don't really want to go to the Forbidden Forest, do you?...I tell you, if you dare to do this, the Dark Lord will not let you go!" He yelled sternly, but the group of five The graders didn't take his threat seriously.A boy snorted and mocked disdainfully: "Hmph, what is the mysterious man! He doesn't care about you!"

"Oh, really?" A cold voice sounded from behind, like a cold wind blowing through the woods.Everyone froze in place for an instant.

Ron turned his head slowly, meeting Snape's dark and indifferent eyes.

Since the Quidditch game was banned, the Quidditch stadium has been useless. The huge empty field looks sad and lonely, and all the ancient legends about it can make people wail.Mrs. Hooch's flying lessons were also cancelled. She had nothing to do all day long, but sighed and stared at the gray sky in a daze.

But at this moment, following the words of the current headmaster, the stadium gate locked by more than a dozen big locks was reopened, and the students lined up and walked into the stands one after another. They didn't seem to know what happened. At a loss.The teachers who followed behind looked serious and looked at each other.

It took half an hour for the teachers and students of the school to enter the venue, but the principal arrived with a few students after an hour.The few students followed him into the field silently, with their heads down, as if their wands had been confiscated.

Someone recognized some of them, pointed at them and shouted:

"That... isn't that Cedric!"

"Merlin, why is Cedric there!"

"Those three are Weasley boys!"

"Ah, and Angelina..."

Angelina raised her head, and the stands were full of people, making a lot of noise. They were watched by everyone, stared at by their gazes, and scorched by their words, like fish thrown on the beach and exposed to the sun all over the world Spray malice on them.

She glanced at the boy walking beside him, he still had a nonchalant smile on his face, as if all this hadn't affected him in any way.The fear in her heart was pacified bit by bit, she held his hand tightly, and raised her head proudly.

They will not back down, because they will hold high the banner of rebellion.If they fall, then let them fall. The blood they shed will always make future generations wake up from their sleep and continue their unfinished business.

Such is the mission of the pioneers.

Snape stood in the center of the field and looked around. He cast a megaphone spell on himself, and coughed pretending to be mysterious: "Please be quiet, everyone, yes, that's it. The reason why I gathered everyone here is because There were two vicious incidents in the Muggle Studies class and Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning, very bad, yes, if we don't punish them severely, it may cause very bad consequences..."

The discussion in the stands became louder and almost covered his voice, Snape cleared his throat again, and said in a cold voice: "Quiet! Anyone else wants to stand here and show everyone your Stupid face?"

The audience gradually died down, and everyone gestured to each other with their eyes, and stopped talking.Snape nodded in satisfaction, and continued to say in his deep and greasy voice: "Let's see who these kids who think they are great... Oh, let's start with the seventh graders from the oldest to the youngest." The children of the school had a great time... In the Muggle Studies class in the morning, Cedric Diggory spoke out against our respected Professor Alecto Carrow, Mikkel Rogo shot the Disarming Curse at Professor Carrow, f Red Weasley kicks Professor Carroll's wand away, George Weasley takes Professor Carroll's wand away, Angelina Johnson throws a Stunning Spell at Professor Carroll... and our fifth year students , their behavior was even more barbaric, and it was outrageous to tie up Professor Amycus Carrow and send him to the Forbidden Forest... Almost everyone participated in this riot, oh, except for a few outstanding Slytherin students , they are honest... Then I will report the name of the main planner, Ron Weasley, look, it’s Weasley again, we’ve all heard this name by now, right? And Seamus Faye Negan, Neville Longbottom... oh, I have to say that the behavior of these adolescent children is very childish, very ridiculous, and has no effect. They think they are the savior. Maybe they didn't read the newspaper carefully. The savior is dead , was killed by the great Dark Lord! The Dark Lord will be victorious, any resistance is meaningless, it is extremely stupid—"

"Who do you say is dead?" A clear voice pierced the darkness, piercing through the thick fog and reflected in everyone's chaotic hearts.It is also like the rumbling of a bell, waking up the world.

☆, visit late at night

A boy in a Gryffindor uniform stood at the gate of the stadium, and a huge wind blew from the other end, blowing his black hair into chaos, and a lightning-shaped scar loomed on his forehead.He came in slowly, his coat fluttering, his eyes fixed on Snape through all obstacles.They looked at each other from a distance, and countless undercurrents surged in the air.

Only then did the people in the stands react. Screams, cheers, shouts, and applause came one after another, almost toppling the entire stadium.

"Merlin's socks, I can't believe it!"

"It's Harry Potter! He's alive!"

"We're saved! We're saved! I knew it!"

Although Harry was mentally prepared, such a crazy scene still took him by surprise.Before he could say the next sentence, a group of people rushed down from the stands, and Harry saw that they were all Hogwarts teachers.They approached quickly, shouting something, and soon surrounded Snape.Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout quickly pulled the students behind them, while the others raised their wands at Snape.

Snape looked at them coldly, and after a long moment of confrontation, he slowly raised his hands in surrender.Mag stepped forward and subdued him with a binding spell, and the entire stadium immediately burst into thunderous applause, and everyone clapped their hands to celebrate, like a prisoner who broke free from a cage, and a slave crawling in the darkness saw the light again.

Harry followed them off the field, and Ron, who was walking in front, suddenly looked back at him and slowed down.When Harry walked up to him, he whispered to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Huh? It's really timed, and it's time to come out to catch people's attention? And the savior, who knew it was the savior still……"

Before he could finish his sentence, Harry hugged him hard, which made the last part of his words stuck in his throat.

"you--"

"I'm sorry, Ron. It's my fault, it's all my fault." Harry hugged his shoulders tightly, his voice hot and regretful, "I won't beg your forgiveness, but, again I'll take a chance. I never thought of leaving you guys - I always wanted to come back."

Ron was silent, Harry couldn't see his expression, and felt uneasy.After a while, he pushed him away, snorted, muttered "it depends on your performance" and walked away slowly.

Harry froze for a moment, then with a big smile on his face, he quickly caught up with him.

The night is quiet, the wind blows the streets.13 Gemori Square was dark at this moment.Regulus was sitting in the dark living room drinking tea silently, a red candle was burning on the coffee table, the candlelight danced to force the darkness.

When he returned to Black's ancestral house that day, he realized that it had become the stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it must be a good thing done by his brother.If Mom and Dad were still alive, they would be furious, he thought.However, when Mrs. Black's portrait saw Regulus, she was so excited that she couldn't help it. She kept wiping tears, complaining to him, and embellishing every "harmful" thing that the Order of the Phoenix did to him.

Sirius was not as excited as he had imagined when he saw him. Regulus thought carefully about the reason why Voldemort used his body to cast a shadow on them before.But soon he returned to his usual briskness and insensibility