94 hp Diagon Alley

Breaking apart, disappearing into darkness...they're gone.

Harry stood there, hands still outstretched.Then, with a sudden heartbeat, he heard hoofbeats behind him.Turning around, he saw Hermione rushing towards him, leading Buckbeak by the hand.

"What did you do?" she said angrily.

"I just saved our lives..." said Harry. "Come back, behind this bush, and I'll explain."

Hermione couldn't close her mouth again after hearing what happened just now. "Did someone see you?"

"Yeah, haven't you been listening? I saw me, but I thought it was my dad! It's okay!"

"Harry, I can't believe it - you summoned a Patronus that would drive away all those dementors! It's very, very advanced magic."

Together they peered across the bush.The dementors were gone, and Snape was summoning the stretchers on which to place the lifeless bodies of Harry, Hermione, and Black.Ron must have been on the fourth stretcher, which was already floating beside Snape.Then, holding his wand before his face, he moved the party into the castle.Of course, behind him was Lupine, who was bouncing around and flicking his big tail, and Gwen, who was staggering and about to fall at any time—fortunately—she was holding a cage with something in it in disgust.

"Yes, it's almost time." Hermione said nervously, looking at her watch. "We have 45 minutes before Dumbledore locks the door of the hospital wing. Now that Gwen has caught the mouse, Professor Snape must Testify for Sirius. We've got to hurry to Professor Flitwick's office, and if Sirius isn't locked inside, we've made it! Harry! We've got to get back to the ward on time."

They waited, watching the clouds reflected in the lake, while the bushes beside them whispered in the breeze.Buckbeak got bored and was looking for bugs again. "You reckon he's already there," said Harry, looking at his watch.Then he looked up at the castle and began counting the windows to the right of the west tower.

Then they climbed onto Buckbeak's back and slid quietly towards the upper castle, and Harry tugged on the left-hand rope, and Buckbeak turned.Harry tried to count the windows that flew past him and landed on the platform of Ravenclaw Tower.

Harry and Hermione look nervously through the window...]

opposite.

Gwen felt like she couldn't hold on anymore—she was on the verge of losing consciousness—under the suck of the dementor.

Harry was about to pass out, and Snape seemed to realize that if he didn't make a move, everyone would have to confess here. He retracted the silver mist, ready to release the physical Patronus again.And those dementors also saw the timing and rushed towards Sirius and them.

At the critical moment, a huge silver Patronus came running from the distant forest. Gwen had never seen such a graceful and powerful animal—it was a stag!It drove away hundreds of dementors with its tall antlers.

This was the last image Harry saw before he passed out.

Dumbledore must have come to our rescue, Gwen cried with joy, feeling warmth all around her.

Only Snape showed that subtle and complex expression again: surprise, disgust, sadness, pain.

He was probably feeling sorry for not being strong enough, Gwen was talking nonsense to himself, and it was understandable that Professor Snape didn't seem to want to have any happy memories.

When the dementors scattered away, Snape, who was frozen in place, almost fought with the proud and tail-wagging Lupine again.The latter had been standing in front of Gwen and Hermione just now, although his terrifying wolf claws had no effect on the dementors.

"Aww." Lupine yelped again, and the amazing thing was that even though the wolf was howling, he still looked calm and gentle now.

What Gwen couldn't understand was that Snape could understand Lupine's meaning from this single animal sound, as if their bad relationship didn't hinder communication at all. Maybe this is what the so-called: enemies are more important than friends know about you.

So Snape looked at the werewolf with contempt, then summoned several stretchers with his wand, and threw the unconscious Sirius and other students onto the stretchers.Yes, Gwen saw Sirius being thrown up like trash.

"Follow." Snape didn't even want to be called by his last name now, and Gwen quickly followed the professor, looking worriedly at the rickety stretchers, not forgetting to hold them tightly A mouse cage containing the culprit.

A group of people marched mightily towards the castle.

medical wing.

Lupine groaned for a long time and seemed to want to show that he could not appear in front of the Minister of Magic, so he handed the students over to Snape, and returned to his office to prepare to survive the full moon night alone.

There was a whole row of people lying on the snow-white bed, including Sirius, Harry, and Hermione who were unconscious after being attacked by dementors, Ron who had a broken leg, and Gwen who was awake but trembling uncontrollably.Beside their bed stood Headmaster Dumbledore, Fudge and a painted Snape.

"Shocking thing...shocking, it's a miracle none of them died. Luckily you were there, Snape..."

"Thank you, Minister."

"Medal of the Order of Merlin, second class, no problem. First class, if I can try to get it!" Cornelius Fudge showed off loudly. "You've got a bad wound... Blake did it, didn't you"

Snape sent Gwen a poisonous eye knife, "...No."

Gwen decided to blame the bad guy all over the place, "Peter Pettigrew, minister, Professor Snape was wounded by Peter who was trying to escape in order to... protect us."

After saying this, Gwen felt that Snape seemed to hate himself even more.

"Peter Pettigrew?" the Minister fussed. "He's supposed to be dead!"

At this moment Harry and Hermione gradually woke up, and then the two retold the story of Sirius and the traitor from beginning to end word by word.

"Impossible!" The Minister of Magic almost jumped up, "The Ministry of Magic will never make such a mistake!"

But Harry, Hermione, and Gwen were all spitting out that they were all telling the truth.Seeing that Fudge was about to lose his patience and ordered someone to take Black away, Dumbledore opened his mouth.

"I think we should go to my office and talk about it," he said, eyeing Harry and Hermione in wonderment through his half-moon spectacles. "Minister." He emphasized slightly.

"Because in addition to these young wizards, we also have an honest adult wizard who can testify—he happens to be the Potions professor at Hogwarts—and I have personally vouched for his reputation." Then the old headmaster raised his hand. The mouse cage rose into the air, and spun around to show everyone the mouse that was still pretending to be dead. "Here, if I guess correctly, is the illegal Animagus, Peter Petim."

Fudge's blushing face turned pale, and he seemed to understand that this debate would not lead to the result he wanted, so he could only follow Dumbledore's words and find a way to earn himself the last face: "Of course, if this is true Yes, we need to have a good talk."

Headmaster Dumbledore held out an arm, asking him and Snape to go ahead.After the two went out, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, and turned his head to Harry and Hermione, who were gnawing a sigh of relief, and said, "Ah, Harry, Miss Granger, I have something to say to you .Now, please come with me." He waved his hand and called her patients out of bed under Madam Pomfrey's annoyed gaze.At the end, he still didn't forget to add, "Miss Ollivander, you and Mr. Weasley's masterpiece has once again proved to the Ministry of Magic that it works." Then he winked mischievously and pushed Harry and Hermione Walked out of the medical wing, and slowly closed the door of the medical wing.

Ron had also woken up, just in time to watch the end of the play.

A minute later, the dirty Harry and Hermione pushed the door open and came in.

"Huh?" Gwen and Ron were dumbfounded.

"Are you back now?" Ron asked, touching his sick leg.

"You messed yourself up in just one minute?" Gwen looked at the two suspiciously, and there was even an extra dark feather on the head of Harry's chicken coop.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.Hermione asked uncertainly, "Is that Sirius lying on the bed?"

The skinny man groaned, "Miss, I think I am."

"You explain," Harry said to Hermione with a sigh of relief, and fell on the bed, eating some more chocolate.

The next day, Hagrid, George and Fred, who got the news, went to the medical wing to visit everyone.

"Hi! Sirius." The tall Hagrid laughed and cried to the only grown-up wizard in the ward. "It's great to see you. I still have your motorbike—it was the one Harry used to fly." Halfway across England - what a nice chap."

Sirius was still weak, and he could only grunt or agree.

Then Hagrid looked at the students who Madam Pomfrey forcefully told them to stay in bed.He wiped his sweaty face with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.Looking at them with a smile on his face.

"I'm so glad that so much happened last night. I hear Sirius is going to be acquitted soon - and they're going to give him the Order of Merlin, First Class! Snape will get one too - —Second 12, I guess—he didn't spend twelve years in jail, after all, did he?" said the tight-lipped Hagrid cheerfully. "There's so much more—but guess what"

"What?" Harry said, feigning curiosity.

"Bick! It got away! It's free! I've been celebrating all night!"

"that