[HP] This deer is not a deer

"It's gone!" Bella was screaming. "The prophecy ball is gone!"

They stared angrily at Harry who fell on the ground, and everyone stopped fighting. Kingsley and others quickly crowded around Harry, staring closely at the group of Death Eaters.

"Go!" Malfoy issued an order hoarsely, glaring at Kingsley and the others with red eyes.

"But!--"

"The prophecy ball is gone!"

Bella screamed unwillingly and waved the throwing spell at them, the hall fell into chaos again, Harry still fell on the ground and did not get up, the blood was slowly sliding across the floor, spreading slowly, someone picked him up , trying to heal his wound with a spell, but unfortunately it didn't work very well, and blood flowed from Harry's hideously torn back.

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All the bones in his body were screaming and aching, like a drill was moving on the edge of the bone. Harry closed his eyes tightly, and opened them with suffocating gasps.He stared blankly at the snow-white pillow in front of him, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer. The warm firelight carried heat, which was very familiar.

It is the school hospital.

Harry made a hoarse voice, the familiar environment made him relax a little, and the pain that made him stiff came from his back and spread to every corner, making him completely immobile.

But the situation at this time left Harry at a loss, and he hadn't recovered from that battle.

After barely moving, Harry tried to move his arm, trying to lift the quilt a little bit, but he still felt the terrible pain in his back making him twitch, and he could feel the muscles growing slowly and hard , but something seemed to be wreaking havoc inside his body, which made his wounds even more painful.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey walked in from outside the ward without waiting for Harry to figure it out. She said in a bad tone, "Lie down, your wound will take a while to heal."

"How long?" Harry thought he was not well.He thought back to what had happened before... the Department of Mysteries, him being ambushed by Death Eaters, and Harry only remembered the last, his grip on the fallen Sirius, and a tear in his back... Harry shuddered for a moment, and it was the terrible pain of that moment that made him completely unconscious.

"Sirius—" Harry opened his mouth.

"A week," Madam Pomfrey said sternly. "Lie down and don't move! If you don't want the wound to open."

Harry stared at her closely, and she said, "Sirius Black is all right, he's been sent to St. Mungo's."

"He will not……"

"I won't die," Madam Pomfrey said sternly. "Lie down! Rest!"

"Okay." Harry replied subconsciously, but he couldn't move even if he wanted to, "Well... I remember I was hit, and then what happened?"

Bobby walked up to him with the potion, handed it to him, and said, "What happened? Then you were sent back unconscious."

"And what about my back...?" Harry asked.

"A wound that runs diagonally from left to right." Bobby said, "You were hit by black magic. The wound is difficult to heal, and even if it heals, it will leave a scar."

"Oh," Harry didn't want to know, "I mean the people who sent me back—"

"Okay! You should go to bed!" Bobby ignored him, "Dumbledore said he would come to you later."

Harry still had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but Madam Pomfrey no longer paid attention to him, so he could only calm down. After drinking the potion, Harry soon fell asleep again, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day It's noon.

At some point, Dumbledore was standing at the head of his bed. Harry struggled to remember, but felt that the terrible pain in his back hadn't disappeared, so Harry had to give up struggling and lie down.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Harry was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "No, it wasn't your fault, Harry."

Dumbledore's words made Harry even more guilty, and he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It was my mistake. Harry, if I had explained it clearly earlier, this would not have happened. I know you have a lot of doubts," Dumbledore stared at him, "I did avoid you on purpose... I Just didn't want you to be exposed to this so soon, you're all too young. But I was wrong."

Harry shook his head. He couldn't stand Voldemort's temptation, so he went to the Department of Mysteries alone.

"Harry," said Dumbledore softly, "I hope you don't do such risky things again, and don't take it all on your own. I thought if you would take risks, anyway, your friends would give you Suggestion, didn't you tell Hermione and Ron? They looked dazed and worried and angry, you should give them an explanation."

"Sorry." Harry whispered.

Dumbledore said hesitantly, "I think it's really a very wrong decision for me to ask Severus to teach you Occlumency. Obviously it didn't have a good effect, or rather, it had the opposite effect."

"No," Harry said automatically, only to be interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Harry, you've been irritated by Severus," said Dumbledore. "You've never had a good time with him. I know that."

Harry gritted his teeth tightly, he held his breath uneasily with a little fear in his heart.Why should he be afraid, he has nothing to do with him!

"I thought you could improve your relationship. I didn't expect..."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and Dumbledore asked him again, "Do you know why you were hurt?"

"I've been hit by the Dark Arts," said Harry.

"It was Severus who hurt you." Dumbledore looked at Harry without blinking.

Harry was lying on the bed, and he controlled his reaction, even though Dumbledore couldn't see his expression, Harry moved his lips and said, "Professor, you said he hit me—"

"Yes," Dumbledore took him up, "he hit you, but he saved both of you, and if it hadn't been for you and Sirius, you and Sirius would have fallen through that arch and disappeared from the world entirely ...the Department of Mysteries itself houses a lot of dangerous stuff. Trust me, Harry, don't blame him."

Harry tried to calm himself, staring down at the white pillow in front of him, but only he knew that he didn't blame anyone.He has no one to blame, it's all his own fault.It was his gullible lies, he had nothing to do with Snape...he had nothing to do with Snape.Harry was a little dazed that he was thinking about such an unimportant thing at this moment.

Harry didn't want to continue talking about it, he asked, "Is Sirius all right?"

"He's unconscious, but he'll be fine," said Dumbledore seriously.

"Is that so..." Harry muttered under his breath, he was doing it at will, and he was silent, thinking how wrong he was.

Snape was right, he shouldn't have believed those dreams, he paid the price for it, and almost cost Sirius his life, and now he just wanted Sirius to be well, as long as Sirius was well, he didn't care what happened.

Nothing else matters.

Harry clenched his fists; he had bigger enemies.He should be sober, he is still full of entanglement with that little personal emotion, he should raise his head and take a good look at the road in front of him.Harry, you have to stand up and take a good look at the road ahead, he said to himself in his heart.

"What's there to trust in Snape?" said Harry slowly. "I don't see why you trust him."

"I trust Severus," said Dumbledore sincerely. "Trust me, Harry. As I said, don't doubt him."

Harry asked, "What the hell is he doing? What did you ask Snape to do for you?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you."

Harry didn't insist on asking again, the pain made him feel drowsy again.Harry buried his head in the pillow silently, not looking at Dumbledore any more.

Dumbledore fell silent. He looked down at Harry and said softly, "Get some rest, Harry, you'll be all right."