HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP approached the magic world (

Suddenly, someone came out from somewhere and pounced on them:

The two of them fell on their backs, Neville danced like a four-legged beetle, and Harry's left hand was held high in the air to prevent the small glass ball from being broken.

"Prophecy Ball, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter!"

Lucius Malfoy yelled in Harry's ear, and Harry felt his wand pressed hard against his ribs.

"No, let go—open—I, Neville—catch it!"

Harry rolled the prophecy ball down the floor, Neville turned his back against the ground and held the ball in his arms.

Malfoy adjusted his wand and pointed it at Neville. At this moment, Ha used his wand to suddenly point back from his shoulder and shouted, "There are so many obstacles!"

Malfoy was shot into the air.

Harry looked around when he got up again, and found that Malfoy had slammed into the table. Above the table, Sirius and Bellatrix were fighting fiercely.

Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry and Neville again, and before he could breathe in and say the spell, Lupin jumped between them.

"Harry, gather the others, go!"

Harry grabbed Neville's robes on his shoulders and dragged him up the first stone step; Neville's legs were still twitching and dancing, and he couldn't stand at all.

Harry tried his best to drag Neville again, and they climbed another step-a spell hit the stone bench just next to Harry's heel.

The stone broke, and Harry fell on his back on the next step.

Neville fell on the ground, his legs still dancing and swaying, and he put the prophecy ball into his pocket.

"Come on!" Harry said desperately while tugging on Neville's robe, "Push on your legs and watch—"

He pulled up again, and all the seams on the left side of Neville's robe were torn apart.

——The small glass ball fell out of his pocket. Before they could catch it, Neville kicked it with a trembling foot.

It flew out to their right, about ten feet, and smashed to pieces on the steps below.

They all stared at the place where it was crushed and were shocked by what had just happened. Only the two of them noticed that a pearly figure with huge eyes rose into the air.

Harry could see its mouths opening and closing, but there were collisions, screams, and screams all around them, and he couldn't hear a single prediction.

After speaking, the figure disappeared without a trace.

"Harry, I'm sorry!"

Neville shouted, with a pained expression on his face, his legs still swaying, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's ok!"

Harry shouted, "Try to stand up, let's get out of here—"

"Dumbledore!"

Neville yelled and looked over Harry's shoulder, with an expression of excitement on his sweaty face.

"what?"

"Dumbledore!"

Harry turned his head and followed Neville's gaze.

Directly above them was the door to the Brain Hall. Albus Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, his wand held high above his head, his pale face full of anger.

Harry felt an electric current surge through his body—they were saved.

Dumbledore walked down the steps quickly, passing by Neville and Harry, and they never wanted to leave anymore.

Dumbledore walked to the bottom of the steps, and a Death Eater closest to him spotted him and yelled to inform the other Death Eaters.

A Death Eater ran away and climbed the opposite stone step like a monkey. Dumbledore’s spell dragged him back easily, as if he was hooked with an invisible thread-now there are only two. The individuals were still fighting, and it was obvious that none of them noticed Dumbledore's arrival.

Harry saw that Sirius' short body flashed a red light from Bellatrix: he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better!"

He shouted loudly, his voice reverberating throughout the cavernous room.

The second beam hit his chest exactly.

The smile on his face hadn't completely disappeared, but his eyes rounded in horror, and Harry let go of Neville subconsciously.

He drew his wand out as he jumped down the steps again, and Dumbledore also turned to the stage.

Sirius seemed to fall down a long time later: his body was bent backwards into a graceful bow, and when he fell, he passed through the shabby curtain hanging from the arch.

Harry saw that when his godfather fell, his thin, once handsome face was both horrified and surprised. He fell into the ancient arch and disappeared behind the curtain.

The drapery fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had blown just now, and then returned to its former appearance.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange screaming triumphantly, but he knew it couldn’t explain anything—Sirius just fell into the arch, and he could come out from the other side at any time... ...But Sirius did not appear.

"Sirius!"

Harry shouted, "Sirius!"

He came to the floor, his breathing turned into a scorching gasp.

Sirius must be behind the curtain, he would drag him out... but when he came to the stone pit and rushed to the platform~www.wuxiahere.com~ Lupin hugged him and dragged him back.

"There is no way, Harry—"

"Grab him, save him, he just walked in!"

"It's too late, Harry—"

"We can still catch him—"

Harry struggled desperately, but Lupin didn't let go. "There is no way, Harry, there is no way, he is gone."

"No, he did not!"

Harry yelled.

He didn't believe it, he couldn't believe it; he was still desperately breaking away from Lupin's obstruction: Lupin didn't know, people were hiding behind the curtain;

When he entered this room for the first time, he heard them talking in low voices—Sirius was hidden, but it was hidden away from people.

He shouted vigorously: "Sirius!"

"He can't come back, Harry."

Lupin tried his best to hold Harry in his arms, and his voice became intermittent, "He can't be back, he's dead—"

"He—no—has—dead!"

Harry roared frantically.

Around them, the Death Eaters were still fighting, bustling with spells.

To Harry, it was just meaningless noises, and the spells passing by them had no effect on him. He was indifferent to all of this, unless Lupin stopped lying to him that Sirius would never again. Appeared; Sirius was standing behind the shabby drapery at this time, throwing his jet black hair behind his head, eager to join the battle again.

It's a pity that his wish will certainly not come true in a short time.

Dumbledore took a look here, confirmed that Sirius was okay, and turned his head back into the fight.

As for Harry...people always need to grow, and I hope he can learn a lot.