94 Diagon Alley

    A few words explain why it appears here: "Sirius needs you."

    Well, she may have been too brief. So much so that the tall headmaster and Harry, who was taller than her, and a portrait, rushed out of the headmaster's room before she could leave. Gwen had to sprint, barely keeping up with them.

    What's more surprising is what they see when they push open the door of the medical wing.

    Sirius was also dominated by the snow-white sheets. Fred and George stood a few steps away from the bed. Madam Pomfrey urged St. Mungo's Hospital through the fireplace, sweating profusely. And Neville, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, was showing Sirius a piece of candy paper blowing bubblegum, and the patient was unmoved.

    "Sirius!" Harry dashed to the hospital bed, "How are you! Hell, why did you tie him up?"

    Fred and George showed him their four bruised and tooth-marked hands with mournful faces.

    Sirius settled down as soon as he saw Harry's messy hair, and now he is laughing, leaning hard, trying to get closer to Harry.

    "Hi!" he said cheerfully, his dark, empty eyes also changed.

    "Hi." Harry didn't understand the situation, "Are you better? Sirius, I thought I was going to lose you..."

    "Oh." Sirius didn't seem to understand what Harry was saying at all. "They wanted to give me medicine - it tasted disgusting."

    Gwen noticed that Dumbledore's expression was not easy, and he looked carefully at Sirius through the half-moon glasses.

    "You should take medicine, it will make you recover faster." Harry finally let out a breath and put on an ugly smile, "It's all my fault..."

    "Hi." Sirius greeted him again, "So, when are you taking me home?"

    Harry was stunned.

    In other words, everyone in the medical wing was stunned.

    Did Sirius persistently ask again, "When will you take me home?"

    Harry looked at the others, Fred and George shook their heads at him, and shrugged at him. "He's been like this since he woke up, and he's only talking to you at the moment."

    "Why don't you answer me?" Sirius asked reluctantly, "Aren't you my father?"

    The first thing Lupin heard when he heard the news was that his friend asked his godson, aren't you my father.

    Gwen endured and endured, and finally turned around and wiped the gushing tears. Then she found that Hermione had woken up at some point, and now her mouth was pinched and sniffing, and she was breathing in pain—her rib was broken.

    At this time, Sirius found a second person to talk to.

    "Hi." He raised his chin at Lupin, because that was the only place he could move. "You look familiar." Then he said to Harry again. "I don't want to stay here. I don't know any of these people. I want to go home."

    "Okay, okay." Dumbledore, who had been silent at this time, comforted Sirius, but the other party didn't seem to buy the old white-bearded man's account, "When you finish the final Check, I think Harry can take you home."

    "Harry?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, which made everyone realize that even though he was acting like a five or six-year-old at the moment, he was still the handsome wizard who was flamboyant. "Okay, Harry." He thought about it for a while. "Can I have a scoop of ice cream when I get home?"

    Gwen felt Harry's smile was even more ugly, he nodded, "Of course, Sirius."

    She couldn't stand this picture, she walked to Hermione, who was biting the quilt and trying to keep silent, wishing to hug her and cry.

    The people at Sirius' bedside walked away one by one. Fred came to greet Hermione, and George put his arms around Gwen's shoulders, letting her weep her new shirt. Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were discussing quietly.

    "Part of his soul is gone, Poppy."

    "Merlin...do you want him to live like this in the future?"

    "Unless we know where the world behind the veil leads..." His voice faded, and the students couldn't hear what came after.

    Beside the hospital bed, Harry was still holding Sirius's hand tightly. Lupin held his arm sadly.

    "You know what? Harry. I don't think it's a bad thing," said the gray-haired Lupin.

    "I understand that he's still alive is the best news for me." Harry whispered, "I've only been through less than half a day - imagine life without Sirius, just It's been excruciatingly painful."

    Lupin tried to say lightly, "He's bad enough. Think of me as a friend, but you as a father?"

    Harry looked like he wanted to cry and laugh, and it took a long time before he said, "I'll take good care of him, just like he took care of me."

    The unnamed man is back, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed in a brief statement Friday night that the unnamed man is back in the country , and once again launched the campaign.

    "It is with great regret that I have to announce that the self-proclaimed sorcerer - oh, you know who I mean - is alive and active again among us," Fudge told reporters. Looking tired and embarrassed, they said, "It is also unfortunate that we are reporting a massive rebellion by the Dementors of Azkaban, who have expressed their opposition to continuing to work for the Ministry. We believe these Dementors are currently working on that fiend.

    "We strongly urge everyone in the wizarding community to remain vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is publishing an initial defense guide for families and individuals, which will be distributed free of charge to all wizarding families over the next month."

    The Ministry of Magic's statement caused alarm and unease in the magical community, even though they had just received assurances from the Ministry last Wednesday: "No matter what rumors are currently circulating, You-Know-Who is once again in the The talk of activity among us is sheer nonsense."

    The person entered the Ministry of Magic on Tuesday night.

    Albus Dumbledore, who has been reinstated as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Member of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Wizard of Wizengamore, has not yet found time for an interview with us . He has insisted for the past year that Man-of-You-Know is not dead, as everyone had hoped and believed, and he has once again assembled his followers to retake power. Meanwhile, the boy who survived—"Speaking of you, Harry, I know how they're going to drag you in," said Hermione, leaping over the newspaper to look at Harry.

    They are all in the ward of the school hospital. Harry was sitting at the head of Ron's bed with Ron listening to Hermione read the front page of the Sunday Prophet. Ginny's ankle was healed in the blink of an eye by Madam Pomfrey, curled up at the foot of Hermione's bed; Neville's nose also returned to its normal size and shape, and he was sitting between the two beds. and Luna, who had stopped by to visit, was grabbing the latest version of The Quibbler and flipping through it, apparently not hearing what Hermione was saying.

    "He's the 'The Boy Who Lived' again, isn't he?" said Ron sullenly, "instead of being the demagoguery, showing off, Um?"

    He grabbed a handful of chocolate frogs from the pile on the bedside cabinet and threw them to Harry, Ginny, and Neville, and tore them out with his teeth own piece of wrapping paper. There were still deep wounds on his forearm where the tentacles of the brain had wrapped around. According to Madam Pomfrey, the mind will leave its mark more deeply than almost anything else, although the wounds have looked much better since she started using a lot of Dr.

    "Yes, they are giving you high praise now, Harry," Hermione said, continuing to read the article, "'A lonely voice calling for truth ... considered insanity , and he stood his ground and never wavered... was forced to endure ridicule and slander... 'Hmm...' Hermione frowned, "I noticed one thing they didn't mention, the fact that the ridicule and slander were carried out. It's their..."

    She shrank slightly and put one hand on her rib. The spell Dolohov had cast on her would have done more damage if he had said it aloud at the time, but the current situation is not easy, in Madam Pomfrey's words: "Enough for her. It's over." Hermione had to take ten different medicines every day, and she recovered quickly, she was tired of being in the hospital ward and didn't want to stay any longer.

    "You-Know-Who's Last Attempt Frustrated, 2-4; What the Ministry of Magic Should Say to Me, 5; Why No One Listened to Albus Dumbledore, 6-8 edition; an exclusive interview with Harry Potter, ninth edition . Yes, the one in The Quibbler a few months ago was..."

    "Dad sold them," Luna mumbled, flipping a page of "The Quibbler," "and he sold for a good price, so we're going to arrive this summer. Go on an expedition in Sweden to see if you can catch a crooked snorer."

    Hermione seems to be thinking