[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix who rushed here for the first time were not the seasoned ones. It was daytime on weekdays, and most of them were still at their jobs.

Those staying at the headquarters responsible for the production of sobriety potions are the newly joined group of very young wizards, Eli, Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter... and Gideon and Fabian. Prewett, Kara Doc Dearborn, there were not many members at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at this time. After receiving the news of the attack on Diagon Alley, they all rushed over immediately.

They dodged the oncoming green light, and spells and sparks shot from their wands... Amidst the chaos, Caradoc Dearborn cast a Loud Voice on himself, loudly delivering a message to those nearby.

"Just hold on a little longer!" he hissed, his voice piercingly piercing. "We've got the word across - Ministry reinforcements will be arriving soon! Get your wands, boys! For yourselves !"

While dodging the attacks around him nimbly, he quickly pushed his companion away.Gideon Prewett, with scarlet eyes, staggered back to look at him, still looking dazed, with a gray face, showing a desperate trance.

"Cheer up!" Caradoc growled at him, glanced at him hastily, and immediately turned back into the battle, "I know, I saw——Fabian just took the death curse and dropped his broom. He's dead! Don't make yourself the next!"

"I'm going to at least find his body!" Gideon said uncontrollably, and he was about to turn in an instant and run back the way they came. "That's my brother—"

As soon as he turned around, he saw Sirius standing not far behind him, struggling - the Death Eater opposite him had lifted his hood, it was Bellatrix Lestrange, She had been trying to kill Eli, but when she saw Sirius, she was taken aback and without hesitation turned her wand and pointed it at her cousin.

"Traitor! Shame! Scum!" She screamed and roared, her expression contorted with anger, "You dare to tarnish the reputation of the noble Black family, idiot! You deserve to die—"

"A murderer talking to me like that?" Sirius narrowly dodged her wand, which seemed to be waving double, and his face was as dark as ice, and he retorted coldly, "Only people who are in the wrong will always be so rational and thorough." There is no place to yell, thieves shout, stop thieves, there are many people who have been cleared from the family tree of the Black family, and you are the first one who should be swept into Azkaban, an unprecedented shame, Bellatrix, put it right Your position is too important."

"How dare you?!" Bella screamed with a distorted expression.She didn't even care about her own injury anymore, and the curse of mutual injury hit him regardless of the consequences - Sirius was much worse than her in combat experience, and he was obviously not able to cope with it now, but he still pursed his lips indifferently Horn, the reaction to Bella was utterly contemptuous.

When he was almost hit by a green light, Gideon Prewett knocked the spell away and finally calmed down a bit.He strode to Sirius' side, joined the battle, and finally took a deep look in the direction he came from, temporarily suppressing the pain in his eyes.

Not even having time to immerse himself in the grief of losing a loved one, he has no time to think about it, grabs his wand, and joins the fight the next second.

It is undoubtedly impossible to turn the situation around by relying on the dozen or so wizards who are not considered first-line fighters.But after all, it played a good role: on the streets of Diagon Alley, more and more wizards gritted their teeth and picked up their wands, trying hard to cast the spells they mastered.

Reinforcements are coming here quickly, you just need to hold on for a while... for yourself, for your family, for tomorrow, and for survival.

This is indeed the case, from the magazines, newspapers, organizations, and store companies stationed around Diagon Alley, to the Ministry of Magic, the Chamber of Commerce, and the Institute of Magic...everyone is rushing this way.Voldemort himself appeared here. This is obviously a big occasion. The ordinary wizards present panicked and wanted to escape, but there were also some people who had been working hard to find his trace, hoping to arrest him as soon as possible and let him accept the law. sanctions.

It's hard though.

But no matter how difficult things are, someone has to do them.

Before he landed, Eli was attacked by several Death Eaters crazily. Later, one of them turned to Sirius, while the other attacked him more and more crazily. Greeted him mercilessly.

"You dare to come to the battlefield, boy?" Rodolphus said with a cold grin, "Why don't you hide? Your mother is so afraid of your death that she wraps you tightly with a curse. You think it is an unbreakable Amulet, don't you? You think I'm afraid? No, you're wrong, killing something like you won't stain my blood, and Lestrange will never accept you and your mother's blood."

"I haven't considered your thoughts." Eli also sneered, lowered his voice, stared at his face under the hood, and said word by word, "I'll just send you to see your brother as soon as possible, Luo Doves, it is not my task to make you confess, go to hell and talk slowly."

Rodolph's face sank like water, he looked at Eli with disgust, his face was ferocious.

"You know? Boy, every time I attack you now, I can feel the pain from the inside out from the inside of my flesh and blood. My blood is churning." He said, showing him a horrifying grin, " You think I'm scared, don't you? You're wrong. In fact, I don't care at all. All I care about is—you have to die at my hands, little beast, and you'll pay for it, along with For the sake of your bitch mother."

Their spells clashed violently, and the surrounding Death Eaters also attacked him.However, he is not fighting alone here, his partners are standing around him, they help each other from all directions, resist the attack together, shoulder to shoulder, and fight together.

After they struggled for a while, the reinforcements who arrived quickly after receiving the call message finally appeared.First came the fastest Auror, then other members of the Ministry of Magic, various organizations in the magic world, and wizards who came spontaneously.

Reinforcements were coming from all directions—Eli saw the familiar figure with the long silver beard in the sky.

And at the same time as his figure appeared, the Death Eaters finally started the last wave of bombardment: when everyone saw the dawn of hope, the storm swept through, and the green light flickered again, leaving a place lying on the ground. The corpse in front of Dawn, and then the restriction of apparation was lifted, and the Death Eaters began to evacuate one after another.

"Ah, our partner of justice, who is always one step behind, has arrived." Voldemort said leisurely. , welcome...you're counting on them for help, aren't you? Seems like they're always out of time. Smart people should find it unwise to count on these people who only have slogans loud, they only have beautiful slogans Compatriots, you can see today that only with absolute power can you truly protect yourself and gain a peaceful and stable life. These people you count on cannot give you power. Others carve it up, but I am different. I, the Dark Lord, can bring you everything you want. Join us and become a Death Eater, this is the ultimate answer on the road ahead. If you can't even save your life, insist on justice What can I get?"

Amidst the cruel laughter, his voice also turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.No one can stop him - Dumbledore is the strongest and greatest white wizard in the world, but he can't kill the mysterious man. All wizards have never said this sentence, but today, they have never clearly realized this. .

Uphold justice, in the end what to get?At this moment, in the depression and chaos after the war, many people were silent and couldn't help asking themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

The scene was very quiet for a while, and the people who rushed over also heard what they just said. They looked at each other and didn't speak. It seemed that everything they said was too pale now.

"Thank you for coming." In the silence, Eli's voice finally sounded.He looked around at the silent people around him blankly, turned to Harold Minchem who landed in front of him, and slightly bent the corner of his lower lip towards him.

"Thank you for risking your life to come to support even though you know what you are likely to face. The mysterious man and the Death Eaters fled after hearing the news. They don't have the spirit of you to sacrifice their lives to participate in the war. They are a group of people who want everything. Cowards who are afraid of everything. They don't have everything...they just want to take everything from us and keep it for themselves."

There were large patches of blood splashed on his arms and face, and there was a large deep wound on his shoulder near the carotid artery. The bones were exposed in the blood, and he seemed to have escaped a deadly black magic, but it was caused by The injuries were equally serious.His face was already pale due to excessive blood loss, and the dripping blood was even more eye-catching.Harold Minchum looked at him deeply, moved his lips, took a deep breath, and nodded to him.

"Yes, this is their purpose." He said, looking up, his voice tightened in the silence of distrust and scrutiny, and the words he uttered were serious and powerful, "Destroy, kill, terrorize, spread Fear, leaving so many people deeply implicated and leaving the mess to others. We can't predict their actions because we can't imagine how anyone in the world can be that bad, but we...we are sane people , we can't... we can't do everything. The mysterious man brings destruction and death, and we remember every innocent person who died and buried them well."

The aftermath of the war after the end of the war is always shockingly tragic.

Most of the people who were hit by Avada Kedavra have complete limbs, and the panic on their faces is still lifelike, making people see Qi Qiran who feels empathy.People who were harmed by other black magic looked much more tragic, broken streets, broken limbs, blood splattered... This street that everyone is familiar with has turned into a purgatory in a short period of time, it is difficult to let people No nightmares.

Gideon found the body of his younger brother Fabian. He fell from the air, his limbs were bent and broken into a strange angle, and his face still had vivid anxiety.People stepped on his body and ran away in a panic. He was trampled badly. Gideon carefully held his brother's body. Beside them, Peter Pedilu tightly covered his face. He looked like Totally freaked out.

"He just died!" he hissed in horror, his eyeballs were bulging and bloodshot, "Just for a moment! He...he was hit by the curse, and then...then fell..."

"To protect us all, Gideon, I'm sorry." Remus said in a low voice, kneeling beside Fabian, the first corpse he found.His face was pale, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Self-blame and guilt had completely washed him down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Fabian is an excellent fighter, but we don't have enough combat experience. I think he is trying to block the fatal blow for me and Peter who are flying behind him..."

Gideon, deaf to the words around him, carefully held his brother's body and carefully helped him restore the distorted parts of his body with his wand.Sirius looked at them silently, his body was also painted, his face was stiff, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"It will always be like this." Alastor Moody said in a deep voice, it was rare that he didn't speak out against these hot-blooded and reckless young people, and when he strode past them, he patted their shoulders heavily.

"Get up, don't just stay there—can you still move? Anyone who can move will come over to help with the aftermath."

knew.It was Sirius who responded first. He wiped his face, stood up, and followed Moody to the other side.

His back and waist were blasted, and there was still a piece of blood on his upper arm. Some white fresh essence was scribbled on him, and the wound was simply and roughly allowed to heal slowly.

With limited manpower, there is no time to deal with his "minor injury".He followed Moody to the other side, where St. Mungo's therapists had arrived and were treating more serious injuries: broken bones, unconscious, missing parts.

The wounds caused by black magic are difficult to heal, and the therapists are helpless about it. They can only work hard on pain relief and hemostasis. Magic magic is also powerless sometimes.

Farther away, the Aurors were gathering together the remains of the wizards who died in the melee.A white cloth was placed under the corpse, and it looked like they were still sleeping on the bed in the ward, but everyone's face was full of fear and panic. Death came one step earlier than tomorrow, and no one had such psychological preparations. Disaster And misfortune will fall on everyone without distinction.

Sirius followed Moody to join them and silently helped carry them.Occasionally, there was a slight trance in his expression, which was forcibly suppressed by himself, and he silently closed his eyelashes without saying a word.

There are people in this world who decapitate old house-elfs and decorate their living rooms with history and good taste.Some people only need to raise their hands casually when plundering other people's lives, and regard the flashing green light as a proof of prestige and strength, and call themselves ambitious careerists.

But for most people in this world, death is such a heavy thing. Human life is only once in a lifetime, and we try to live every day, and then fall into the hands of others for no reason at this moment, like a piece of paper The wind blows the leaves off the branches.

From human to devil, the choice is just a thought, and one step forward is the abyss.

Regulus would appear among them a year later, and he looked at his grown-up brother, who he once thought was different.

But he made his choice early on without hesitation.

Sirius suddenly felt a sense of vomiting from his chest, he gritted his teeth and endured it, silently placed the corpses on the prepared white cloth, sorting out their remains.The scene was quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, until footsteps sounded behind him, and a recently familiar voice sounded beside him.

"Families of dead wizards should be left to their families, yes, that's right... I mean we can take some of the wounded wizards, your St Mungo's beds are tight, but outside of St Mungo's there are still more in the UK There are many hospitals, we are willing to accept some wounded soldiers, Muggles also have some drugs that can work. Yes, I confirm that it will work, but the effect of drugs is slower than potions, and it can treat some slightly injured patients who need recuperation Leave it to us and St. Mungo's can send a therapist for a general follow-up."

Sirius turned his head and saw Petunia Evans standing next to him, talking to an official from the Ministry of Magic. The St. Mungo's healer next to him listened and nodded, thinking it sounded right.

"The scale of the injury is so large that St. Mungo's beds and treatment staff are really unable to handle it." The therapist said affirmatively, "If the Muggle government is willing to coordinate and dispatch, I think it would be great...a new attempt, Perhaps we could ban wands from the use of wands by recuperating wizards, so the chances of being discovered would be much less."

"Good idea." The official of the Ministry of Magic nodded, looking at Petunia with some emotion and awkwardness in his eyes, "In short... thank you very much, I think this thank you must be said."

"Don't worry about it." Petunia said calmly, "Wizards are fighting to defend the Muggles. This is the will of the Muggles."

It's always nice to be understood, especially after you've just been questioned by a wizard.The other two smiled. They separated and left to report to their superiors. After that, they had to collect a list of wizards who could be transferred to the Muggle hospital for treatment, and they would coordinate in time to properly handle the current situation as soon as possible.

Petunia watched them leave for a few seconds, then looked at Sirius, and Sirius noticed that under her calm appearance, her face was much paler than usual.

"Where's Eli?" She asked palely, staring at him, her lips barely moving, "Where's Lily? Are... are they okay?"

Sirius was silent for a moment, then said, "Lily is fine, Eli...there is no life-threatening danger."

Petunia gave him a deep look, her fragility and helplessness could not be hidden.But she quickly restrained her emotions, and continued to move forward according to the original plan, checking the situation on the battlefield.

She saw Lily in the shadow of the entrance of a shop. She was squatting in the shadow, silently wiping away the tears that poured out, trembling all over, obviously terrified by what she was going through.This is different from disputes in school and political games, facing life and death, flying limbs, getting injured, and dying. As an ordinary girl living in a peaceful age, when she stepped into the magical world full of longing for 11 years old, she must have Unexpectedly, she had to face these things.

Crouching next to her, James looked much more distressed than Lily, bleeding from his face and hands.But he didn't take this into consideration, and focused on circling Lily, trying to make her happy--badly, and it seemed to have the opposite effect.Lily threw her arms around his neck in dismay, weeping in his arms, and he froze on the spot at a loss, looking completely dumbfounded.

At such a time, someone would put her first and care about her. Seeing this scene, Petunia somewhat felt relieved for her sister.She continued to walk forward, searched almost the entire affected streets and alleys, and finally saw her husband in a hidden corner.

His wounds have been treated, eyes closed, sitting silently and tiredly against a broken wall, his whole body completely blending into the dark gray tone around him.

Petunia squatted down in front of him, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked over.

He raised his head slightly, looked at his wife in front of him, slightly bent the corner of his lower lip, and blinked his eyes.

"Why do I seem to be seriously injured." He smiled and asked in a murmur, "Did I see an angel?"

"It's an angel in white." Penny said with a stern face, her eyes flushed.She took a deep breath and leaned over to examine his wound.

Of course, such a serious wound has been treated.However, injuries caused by black magic are always difficult to treat, and it seems that the bleeding was only stopped not long ago, and the gauze wrapped around his body still has a large bloodstain.The injured man himself behaved as if nothing had happened, and even tried to comfort his wife in a lame manner.

"It's nothing serious." He said, "Well... Although the bandage is scary, it's not life-threatening."

Penny didn't speak.She understands that all this is inevitable, and her heart hangs tightly when she receives a contact call from the magic world... Now she is finally a little relieved, and feels relieved and exhausted that she can still talk to her husband like this Finally, slowly and uncontrollably, he raised his hand to cover his face, and gradually began to tremble.

"It's okay." Eli smiled lightly, raised his hand to touch her face, and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, and said calmly, "We are all alive, that's good enough. Time is running out, we Rest for a while, and then go on."

Petunia took a short rest as he said.Regardless of the straight professional dress she was wearing, she sat on the floor like Eli. Eli took off his wizard's robe that was torn a lot at the shoulder, and covered the two of them.

They leaned together like two birds huddled together for warmth.In front of them is a broken world, and the hands that crossed the barriers and finally held together constituted their lives.Although all this came too hard and dangerous, they leaned on each other, and a broken robe covered two people, and they formed a family.

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Thank you Duobei, Jiujiu, Excessive Chuanbuki., Small Pocket, Big Ju for picking heavy eggs~