the lost castle

A red light hit George directly from behind along the hem of Hagrid's trousers. With a scream, he fell to the ground and twitched violently.

Everyone almost hid behind the pillars or other things quickly, and hurriedly wanted to take a look outside. The Death Eaters wrapped in black robes had already approached the castle. The Cruciatus Curse just now came from Voldemort's hand, but Because the magic power has not been fully restored, the aim is obviously a bit poor, not only did not hit Harry, but even Professor McGonagall missed the edge.

"George?"

Molly yelled in panic, but she was too far away from her son.Arthur wanted to rush over, but was held back by Hagrid next to him, and then the big man directly swung a broken chair over and threw it out, with the momentum of his brother throwing stones, at least he didn't recover much magic power The faces of the Death Eaters changed color and they all backed away, and Voldemort didn't want to waste his little magic power in such a place, so he backed away from the door abruptly.

This time was long enough for them to get George back.

"Curse stops—damn it, I don't have enough magic power!" Hermione said angrily, swinging her wand.

At this time, the difference in age became obvious. Most of the Death Eaters had recovered a bit, but here in the Order of the Phoenix, except for adults, they didn't have the ability to cast attack spells or recovery spells, so Hagrid had to be eliminated.

But now the half giant is the absolute main force. Seeing Voldemort retreating, he picked up any visible object around him and smashed it, shouting at the top of his voice while smashing: "Harry, run!"

"Damn it!" Bella cursed crazily. Fenrir uttered a trombone to the sky, and directly tore the black robe on his body, turning into a half werewolf, and flexibly dodged the broken pieces.

"Ow—"

"Harry!"

Without daring to turn his head, he frantically ran through the side door and entered the corridor.Before Harry had time to stop and take a look at Hagrid's situation, he found that all the framed portraits in the corridor were looking at him with terrified eyes. Before Harry had time to be happy, he saw the side door vacated There was a puff of smoke and dust, and the spell smashed on it, making a horrible cracking sound.

"Harry, run, don't go to the Chamber of Secrets or the Room of Requirement!"

"Listen to Professor McGonagall—"

Severus.Snape was dead, Hogwarts had lost its headmaster, and now the headmaster's office was accessible to anyone.Be sure to go in before the Death Eaters, and take Dumbledore's portrait away no matter how bad it is.

Harry admitted that he had very complicated feelings for the old man. He used to respect and trust the White Wizard very much, but in the last year he had seen too much darkness and sacrifices hidden under perfect interests. He couldn't say that he didn't have feelings of despair and anger. No one wants to die, everyone wants to live.The cruel and terrifying reality of war dragged him back, yes, to die like this, according to Dumbledore's plan, as prophesied, let Voldemort disappear from this world.

How many people in the world are willing to die?

Harry didn't know if he was willing to do so before the final battle, when he didn't think about anything, there was nothing, there was even a sense of relief.Growing up with his aunt's parents, entering the magic world, and fleeing in the seventh grade, many things weighed him down, but he was finally freed from everything.

He even wanted to rush out before Hagrid just now.

Death is the best way to solve everything.

But Merlin knew how all of this happened, the inexplicable age, and what everyone speculated—they could die in this chaotic age, but Hogwarts cannot stay here, Britain cannot live without Hogwarts.

What he needs most now is the wisdom of that old man who is so wise and calm that he can sacrifice his own life as a bargaining chip.

The statues and armors all over the corridor were motionless, and even the portraits turned their heads and looked at the savior running past in a daze, shouting one after another, but they obviously couldn't leave their picture frames, and several of them were stuck on the canvas. He waved furiously, but Harry didn't have time to stop and ask.

There are no ghosts in the castle, no house-elves, or are they immobilized in places like the paintings?

While thinking wildly, Hermione from behind has already pulled off his sleeve suddenly.

"Very bad, Professor McGonagall and the others probably won't be able to resist for long—Merlin!"

At the end of the long corridor are the stairs leading to various parts of the castle. This used to be the most amazing place in Hogwarts. The dome can reach the eighth floor. The upper and lower walls are covered with portraits. Constantly changing.But what is the situation now? It’s not a matter of moving all the stairs to other corridors in a row. It’s that all the steps are randomly combined, in a state of floating all over the sky. Those portraits cry in a pile and continue Shouting, occasionally seeing a staircase floating in front of him, shrieking and shrinking into a ball, unable to run to other picture frames to hide.The larger paintings are alright, but there is only one portrait in the head space screaming with its eyes closed.

"Harry, we forgot one thing."

"Huh?" Harry turned his head dully.

"Not only do we not exist in this era, Hogwarts doesn't seem to exist either, does it?" Luna brushed her loose hair.

"Let's not talk about the principal's office, it's just - even the second floor can't go up this time..." Ron was out of breath from running, and the sound of fighting behind was getting closer and closer, and it came from the corridor. .

"Floating Curse!"

"You're crazy, these stairs are all crashing in the air, how can you dodge them?"

"At this time, it would be nice to have a broom..."

There was a sound of stumbling footsteps, and Professor McGonagall, who was in a mess from his robe to his hair, retreated helplessly into the hall, and the grinning laughter of the Death Eaters could be heard in the distance, but at this time, both sides had exhausted themselves and finally recovered. Suddenly, one retreats and the other approaches, all waiting for the final blow that determines life and death.

George was supported by his mother. He had just recovered from the Cruciatus Curse. His face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. He stretched out his fingers with great effort, and said in a broken voice, "Secret passage...the second floor, stone carvings..."

Harry woke up suddenly. There was a stone statue of a knight charging near the corridor on the second floor, and one day it would lead to the secret passage at the door of the library on the eighth floor.

"Quickly disperse!"

Professor Flitwick shouted a spell hoarsely, and collapsed to the ground.The steps floating in mid-air were scattered several meters by the blue light bursting out from the wand, and a void appeared.

"It's now, Harry! The Levitation Charm!"

Together, a dozen people raised their wands and cast an otherwise easy spell on the Savior in feeble voices.

Harry dodged a flight of stairs, and rushed directly to the corridor with the secret passage. He grabbed it hard, and finally hugged the delicately carved railing, before the stairs that broke free from the spell came crashing into him. , hands and feet rolled over into the corridor.

"Good job, Harry!"

"Quick, send George up first! I'll hold him here!"

Harry poked his head up and shouted.

"It's too late, you go first!"

"No! Hermione, Ron!"

Harry had already seen the figures of Bella and Fenrir in the hall, he closed his eyes suddenly, and ran towards the stone statue. Before he could raise his wand, he saw the tall figure of the knight slowing down to the left. Move away.

[Where are you going, Harry Potter? ]

Before the figure walking out of the secret passage fully appeared, a red light hit Harry.

Voldemort—Oops, another corridor near the auditorium has a way to the cellar, and the cellar must be able to find more than a dozen secret passages leading to various parts of the castle. As a graduate of Slytherin College, he can speak Parseltongue Voldemort, how could he not know damn it!It's all because the Death Eaters came too fast, they couldn't choose that way, and even if they chose, how could a group of Gryffindors be familiar with the cellar?

Thousands of thoughts ran through Harry's mind, he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, got up and backed away quickly, and finally he was not hit by the Cruciatus Curse.

"Harry - no!"

The people below who were already surrounded by Death Eaters obviously also saw the situation in the corridor on the second floor.

[And so it ends, The Boy Who Lived...]

A terrifying smile appeared on Voldemort's straight and pale face. He held the wand between his fingers and lifted it up gracefully. A terrifying coldness appeared in his blood-red eyes: "Avada..."

A bright green light appeared in Harry's eyes, and he watched, even closing his eyes.

"boom!"

It seemed that countless floating steps were falling down one after another, and it seemed that the ground under their feet trembled suddenly. Before everyone had time to react, the sudden darkness, the complete darkness, the rigid fear that no one could see everything in front of them suddenly came again .The scream may have come from his own throat or from someone else, too far away to touch.Whether it's the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters, the last thought before losing consciousness: Merlin, where are we going this time?