young man returning home

Chapter 4 Lost

Three days later is Hogwarts' annual Quidditch match.Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, two powerful enemies face off, the atmosphere is weird and intriguing.

"Hey! Give Old Slytherin a taste of Bludgers!"

"We have the best Seeker Potter!"

The energetic lion cubs of Gryffindor howled excitedly.The wind blew their little faces more and more dry, but they still couldn't conceal the excitement before a thrilling game was about to start.The waves of red and yellow are surging like waves turning up hills.Hermione sat buried in the Quidditch stands, preoccupied.

In the flying class of the first grade, the little blond boy skillfully summoned the broomstick. The pride of being from a pure-blood family made Hermione deeply inferior.At the Quidditch training ground in the second year, he finally became Slytherin's Seeker. For the first time, Draco called her a mudblood in front of everyone.The little blond boy grew into a domineering teenager.

Their relationship has been tense ever since.

Hermione smacked her head hard -- she didn't understand why she thought of the less likable Malfoy at a time like this.The junior Gryffindors around him were still shouting energetically, excitedly preparing for a Quidditch match, unaware that Hogwarts shrouded in black terror was no longer what it used to be.

She frowned habitually, and her long brown hair fell over her shoulders.Lavender's ear-piercing screams suddenly caught his ears, and there was a sudden clamor of people around him.

— Ron is already on the field.

The two camps of Gryffindor and Slytherin stood apart, and the interweaving of red and green was dazzling.Lion, snake, peak duel.It was still such a familiar scene, as if nothing had changed, it was still the Quidditch pitch in the lower grades, Gryffindor and Slytherin who were incompatible.

But without him.

No proud pale boy, Draco.

Hermione subconsciously looked towards the Slytherin audience stands, trying to find the familiar figure that frightened her.

It had been a long time since Draco had worn a Slytherin green Quidditch uniform.It seems that he rarely wears Hogwarts student uniforms. Little Malfoy has grown into a tall and straight boy unknowingly. He loves to wear suits, and the black suits with exquisite texture can make his proud but pale aristocratic temperament It sets off just right.

Nothing seems to have changed. In fact, everything in Hogwarts is changing.They have all grown up.

Never go back.

Fortunately, Hermione finally found Malfoy sneaking around with his little girlfriend, Pansy, in a corner under the tower.He was still wearing a black suit.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat suddenly.She couldn't tell what it was like.Draco was not on his favorite Quidditch pitch, not in the stands of Slytherin, but he was willing to hide in a corner, having a sweet date with his little girlfriend.Just like that time she bumped into it in the library.Maybe there are many times she didn't come across.

It was the first time that Miss Know-it-all was so lost.

A burst of warm cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd!Hermione came back to her senses, Ron Weasley on the court was undoubtedly the focus of attention at this time, he successfully blocked the Quaffle from the Iron Globe!Hermione tried to pull a smile at him, even though she knew Ron couldn't see it.

She was a little dazed, and Ron on the broomstick froze in mid-air, and obviously turned his head to the Gryffindor stand—her side.Lavender on the side jumped up crazily: "Hi! Hi! Ron!" It turned out that was the case, and Hermione shrank her neck.

It was at this time that darkness came.

No one has the strength to recall the horror on the court that day afterward-how terrible a Death Eater chaos must have been.Hermione only remembered that black smoke billowed from the sky, like a huge dome covering the sky above the Quidditch field, and the gold pole with the ring was uprooted!It was at this time that Ron fell off his broomstick. Before everyone could react, the players dropped their broomsticks one after another, fell from high altitude in embarrassment, and were slammed to the ground!

The shrill laughter of the Death Eaters is like a reminder from the netherworld!

The stone benches on the stands were like fluffy cotton wool being rolled up by the black wind, dancing frantically in the air.Hermione, like all the innocent spectators who didn't know what happened, was thrown into the air by the black wind in the chaos!

She closed her eyes in desperation, the black shadow lingered back and forth beside her, and a warm breath soon surrounded her.She suddenly smelled a mysterious but reassuring aroma.

She fell steadily from the sky, with a soft heavy object under her body, and she landed firmly without any injuries.Perhaps, Hermione later thought, she was the only unharmed victim of this massive Death Eater attack.The moment the black shadow sent her back to the ground, he withdrew and left.Hermione stared blankly at the sky, why did he save her?There was an unmistakable worry in her brown eyes—there was no doubt that he was hurt.Maybe serious.

The Death Eaters crazily cast attacking spells on the ground, and people kept falling down, and some people were thrown up violently, and fell back to the ground again. The world was filled with the fear of black magic, and people panicked.

The cost of being beaten passively was very heavy.St. Mungo's was full of wizards who had been injured by black magic attacks, and Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary was also overcrowded. The Daily Prophet is full of missing persons revelations - under the shadow of black magic, countless wizards have disappeared.Professor Dumbledore activated the emergency alert plan, vowing to ensure the safety of the students, and the entire Hogwarts was shrouded in an atmosphere of unprecedented panic.

Ron was still lying on the white hospital bed in the school infirmary, unconscious.

"Madame Pomfrey, when is he going to wake up?" Harry asked.

"Maybe it's not serious," Madam Pomfrey replied sadly, "there is a lack of herbs for the sober potion, no, no, I think there is a lot...you know, patients take up all the medical space, and I can't handle it at all Come on, herbs are very nervous..."

"Very nervous, Mr. Potter," she repeated.

"Maybe there's nothing we can do." Tears welled up in Hermione's empty eyes.Her shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Oh, no no," Lavender exclaimed exaggeratedly, holding Ron's hand, "General Victory! You should make Slytherin look good on the Quidditch pitch!" She also whispered sadly sobbing.

"Don't be stupid! Hermione," Harry patted Hermione's hunched shoulders, "Miss Know-it-all, don't forget, as the potion teacher, Professor Snape has many precious potion ingredients! Perhaps We can go and steal... well, borrow some for urgent use..."

Hermione's dark eyes sparkled suddenly.

"I don't mind 'stealing', as Merlin testifies, you are good boys," Madam Pomfrey said.

"You take care of Ron here, I'll go right away." Harry turned to Hermione.

"Let me go," Hermione lowered her hoarse voice sadly, "I don't think I'm needed here."

Harry glanced back at Ron's hospital bed, where Lavender was sitting holding Ron's hand, watching him with tender eyes.The whole peaceful scene is like the scene of the husband and wife after suffering disaster and the rest of their lives.Harry nodded silently to Hermione.

Miss Nutria ran out with a gust of wind, her long brown hair making beautiful waves on her shoulders as her body trembled.

"Hey! Merlin testifies," Madam Pomfrey yelled behind Hermione, "I didn't tell you to steal...steal...don't say I was caught by Sev..." She sighed softly. Tone, "May Merlin bless you, good boy."