Hogwarts Homecoming

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Before Harry and Hermione could react, the motorcycle 30 feet above the ground swooped down and hit the ground hard, accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound of metal bending and the sound of trees snapping, Ron He and Malfoy were thrown out directly, and their bodies disappeared into a ravine in a small mountain depression.

Hermione had been holding on to Sirius' robe tightly, and when she landed, with Sirius as a pad, she didn't suffer that much damage.

However, the strong momentum caused Hermione to roll on the ground several times, and finally, her head hit a rock exposed on the ground heavily, and after a muffled grunt, she fell silent.

Harry was the least injured of them all, and that's all thanks to the fact that he's a good Seeker, dives at similar angles are nothing to Harry, and he's also good at this kind of accident Protect yourself.

The moment the front of the car collided with the ground, Harry used his strength to fly out. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, covered his head with his arms and rolled himself into a ball. After rolling five or six times on the ground covered with fallen leaves, he finally It's hard to regain control of your body.

Harry's face was buried in the wet, rotting leaves, his hair was covered with mud and grass clippings, and his robe was ripped apart by the scattered branches on the ground. The tiredness welling up from the heart was mediated by darkness , Wave after wave hit his consciousness. If possible, Harry also hoped that he could faint, but the safety of Hermione, Ron, and Sirius made him unable to rest.

Well!

Harry clenched his teeth, and he knelt on the ground with his arms supporting his body. The pain in his body blurred his consciousness for a few seconds, until the warmth oozing out of his nose moistened his dry lips, and he felt a rush of pain in his mouth. Fishy and sweet, Harry regained his sobriety.

Looking around, Ron and Malfoy didn't know where they had rolled, and Harry found the light wheel 2001 that Malfoy left behind on the col.

The front of the motorcycle was separated from the body, the front of the motorcycle was embedded in the soil, and the heavy body was pressing on Sirius' chest. With the dimming moonlight, Harry found that Sirius' chest was sunken, and his ribs were sunken. It must be broken, but I don't know how many.

"Hermione--"

Harry muttered feebly. He tried to stand up a few times, but his body and spirit were no longer able to support him to complete this action, so he had to use all fours and crawl close to Hermione with difficulty.

Hermione's forehead was bruised and purple, and a trickle of blood was flowing from the opening where it touched the stone. Harry blankly tried to wipe the blood off Hermione's face with his sleeve, but his sleeve was already wet Damn it, Hermione can only be covered in blood.

At this moment, Harry suddenly had the urge to give up. He stared at Hermione lying in his arms with a face like gold paper, and could only mechanically repeat the action of wiping.

To be honest, Harry had encountered many setbacks before, whether it was the years he lived in the Dursleys' house or the various pressures he faced after entering Hogwarts, these were beyond the imagination of ordinary little wizards. Now, Harry felt deeply powerless from what he had experienced for the past hour or two and what he was facing now.

Suddenly, Harry, whose vision was hazy, felt quiet all around, as if he had suddenly lost his hearing, and the world was silent.

Every breath he confides in the air leaves a clear white trace, the indescribable coldness seems to be able to freeze even the blood and soul, and the despair brewing in the bottom of his heart is like a volcanic eruption.

Harry saw them, dementors, at least a few dozen, floating down from the tall treetops like dark clouds, hovering over Sirius' head.

"Don't--"

Trembling, Harry pointed his wand at the excited dementor, and made a faint, inaudible sound,

"Don't hurt him, he's innocent."

Harry said in a pleading voice.

None of the dementors cared about Harry's entreaties. They circled around Sirius' head. After two minutes, they finally determined that what was under the car was Sirius who had escaped from under their noses. Black!

"Call God for protection."

Harry read it with difficulty, but the tip of his wand did not change a bit, not even the hazy silver mist that appeared when he first practiced the Patronus with Professor Lupin.

think of something happy--

Harry said to himself, desperately trying to get his numb brain going - Sirius was innocent, his parents were right, their best friend was innocent -

Shout out to guard——

This time, the wand finally reacted, and a few wisps of silver mist drifted towards the dementors. However, in front of this number of dementors, such a weak Patronus was useless at all. There was no way to dispel the cold that these monsters brought him.

Although the Patronus Harry summoned was weak, it still annoyed the dementors, and their attention was briefly diverted from Sirius to Harry.

"Call God to protect--"

Harry's heart was wrapped in great despair, but he couldn't give up, because no one could protect Sirius except him.

He thought back to the Firebolt, and now it seems that Hermione's guess is probably right, it was a Christmas gift from Sirius, and Sirius almost risked his life to protect him during the fierce battle with the werewolf. The warmth made Harry's Patronus slightly stronger.

A shapeless stag emerged from the nebula of silvery mist. It staggered towards the swarm of dementors, trying to drive them away, but several dementors stepped forward to stop it, and the stag was fighting with the dementors. During the confrontation of the dementors, it quickly returned to the state of silver mist.

Harry left Hermione's side. He was driven by instinct and wanted to crawl towards Sirius. His magic couldn't protect him, so he used his body, just like Sirius kept him under him before. If this If the group of dementors had any memory of Professor Bryan's punishment, then they would probably restrain themselves.

However, Harry was wrong about the dementors.

A pair of powerful, cold and clammy hands suddenly gripped Harry's neck, lifting his face up. He could feel the foul breath spraying on his face. It wanted to get rid of the obstruction first. Harry thought wearily as he listened to his mother calling in his ear.

hum!

In the thick black fog that was about to engulf him, Harry suddenly saw a silver light getting brighter and brighter. Then, he also fell down on the cold and prickly ground again.

It was as if the moon suddenly appeared on the treetops, and the shining silver light rushed in, forcing the darkness away from Harry's side inch by inch, and at the same time receding, there was despair and coldness.

Something drove the dementors back.

Realizing this, Harry raised his head vigorously, and saw a swift animal in mid-air that was as fast as lightning. It drove the dementors in all directions until they disappeared into the night.

The animal jumped and landed on the ground again. It passed through the woods beside Harry, and finally stopped behind a strangely shaped tree with a crooked neck. It was bright like a unicorn. Harry tried his best. Stay awake, trying to see who is the figure that greets it. This person looks familiar. But it can't be.

Both the figure and the animal disappeared, and Harry knelt and sat motionless in the darkness. He was on the verge of breaking out, but he didn't dare to faint, because he was afraid that the dementors would come back.

Maybe it's just a few minutes, maybe it's been a few hours, in short, Harry maintained the same posture like a sculpture, and the only bit of reason left was also devoted to trying to understand why the person who had just summoned the animal will appear on.

"Harry!"

In the direction of Hogwarts, a startled and angry call suddenly sounded from outside the forest. Upon hearing this voice, the corners of Harry's mouth moved slightly, his eyelids drooped instantly, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

he's safe, dumbledore is back