94 Diagon Alley - Chapter 251

    It was the Death Eaters who broke into the Forbidden Forest and let them out. Harry threw Stunning Charms at them, and the lead spider was knocked out, falling on its accomplice, and they tumbled down the castle together and disappeared. Then another spell passed over Harry’s head, so close that he felt the power of the spell blow his hair.

    “Fred’s ears!”

    “It’s too late, we’ll all be eaten by spiders if we stay here—”

    “Go, go!”

    Harry pushed Hermione forward and let her walk with Ron, leaning over and grabbing Fred’s armpit. Percy understood Harry’s intentions and stepped in to help. They cuddled to avoid the spell shot from the playground, and together they dragged Fred out of the danger zone.

    “Percy, you have to take Fred to Madam Pomfrey, she must be somewhere in the castle to help the wounded,” said Harry.

    “I’ll go now.” Percy’s face was still deeply stained with tears. Fred couldn’t even open his eyes now, and the jolt just now seemed to have made him pass out.

    Harry still had the Horcrux in his heart, and when he saw Fred, he ran away with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy and Goyle were gone, the corridors were dusty with smashed rocks, and the windows were long gone. Harry saw many people running around at the end of the corridor, whether they were friends or foes. Turning a corner, Percy roared like a bull, “Lookwood!” and ran towards a tall wizard who was chasing two students.

    It was the Death Eater who blew Fred up.

    A strong spell rubbed Rookwood’s shoulder, and the Death Eater’s figure paused. Aberforth, the goatee, ran after him with his wand raised, turned his head, and said to Percy with a frown, “Go to the Great Hall, where the wounded are.”

    “Harry, here!” Hermione screamed.

    She just cast Ron behind a tapestry, and the two seem to be twisted together. Harry didn’t understand for a moment, thought they were embracing again, and then saw Hermione desperately trying to stop Ron from running after Percy.

    “Listen to me—listen to me, Ron!”

    “I want to help—I’m going to kill the Death Eaters—”

    His face was contorted, full of black smoke and mud, and anger made him tremble.

    “Ron, only we can end this! Please – Ron – we need to find that snake, we have to kill that snake!” said Hermione.

    But Harry understood how Ron was feeling. Finding another Horcrux is unlikely to bring the thrill of revenge. He also wanted to get into the fight, to punish them, to punish those who hurt Fred, and he wanted to find the rest of the Weasleys, and most importantly, find out, 100 percent, that Ginny didn’t—and he didn’t allow it The thought took shape in my mind—

    “We’re going to fight!” said Hermione, “We’re going to have to fight to get close to the snake! But now don’t forget what we’re supposed to do – things! Only we can end it all !”

    She was crying too, wiping her face with her torn, charred sleeves as she spoke, but she still held Ron tightly and took deep breaths to calm herself down. She turned to look at Harry.

    “Who put the spell that saved us just now? I heard someone say Dumbledore’s name. Harry, we can go to him first…”

    “No.” Surprisingly, Harry categorically rejected the offer. “I know what we should do now, the only thing I need to do is to find the last Horcrux as soon as possible, otherwise more people will be injured.”

    “But…”

    “If that’s really Dumbledore,” Harry felt that his thoughts were so clear now that he had never been so confident in his plans. “It turns out he’s protecting the students at Hogwarts. Then we must use the time he’s bought to find that snake! Destroy the Horcruxes! And end it all.”

    “You need to find out where Voldemort is, and he’s taking the snake with him, right? Come on, Harry—look in his head!”

    Why is it so easy? Was it because the scar had been burning for hours, eager to show him Voldemort’s mind? Harry closed his eyes at Hermione’s orders, and immediately, the cries of battle, the clatter, and all kinds of chaotic screeching sounds seemed to be drowned out and faded away. He seems to be standing very, very far from them…

    He was standing in the middle of a dilapidated but very familiar room. The surrounding wallpaper was peeling off, and the windows were all sealed with wooden boards, leaving only one. The sound of the attack in the castle was faint and distant. Through the only unsealed window, he could see rays of light shining from the place where the castle was in the distance, but the room was dark except for an oil lamp.

    He twirled a wand between his fingers and looked at it, thinking of the room in the castle, the secret room that only he had discovered. That room was like a secret room, and it had to be discovered by someone extraordinarily clever, clever, curious…he believed that the boy would not find the crown…even though Dumbledore’s marionette was much more powerful than he had thought… much…

    “Master,” said a desperate, hoarse voice. He turned around, and Lucius Malfoy sat in the darkest corner, in rags, with the marks on his face of the last time he was punished after the boy escaped, one eye swollen and unable to open. open. “Master… please… my son…”

    “Lucius, if your son dies, you can’t blame me. He didn’t come to me like the other Slytherins. Maybe he decided to help Harry Potter?”

    “No—no way,” Malfoy whispered.

    “Better not.”

    “Master, don’t you—you’re not worried that Potter will die at the hands of others?” Malfoy asked in a shaky voice, “If… I beg your pardon… If you order the fight to end, dear — Wouldn’t it be safer to go to the castle to find him in person?”

    “Don’t do this with me, Lucius. You want the fighting to stop so you can find out your son’s whereabouts. I don’t have to go looking for Potter. Not tonight, Potter will come to find me.”

    Voldemort’s eyes fell on the wand in his hand again. The wand confuses him… and what confuses Lord Voldemort must be rearranged…

    “Go get Snape.”

    “Snape, Lord-Master?”

    “Snape. Come on, I need him. There’s something for him to do for me–go.”

    Lucius was frightened, stumbled through the dark room, and left. Voldemort was still standing there, turning the wand between his fingers, his eyes fixed on it.

    “There’s only this way, Nagini,” he said softly, turning his eyes to the thick snake. The serpent was now suspended in mid-air, writhing gracefully in the magically protected space Voldemort had set up for it, a star-lit transparent sphere that resembled both a gleaming cage and a water tank.

    Harry took a sharp breath, pulled his thoughts back, opened his eyes, and his ears were immediately filled with battle cries, screams, bumps, and roars.

    “He’s in the Screaming Shack. The serpent is by his side, and there seems to be a magical protection around the snake. Voldemort just sent Lucius Malfoy to Snape.”

    “Voldemort screaming in the shack?” said Hermione angrily. “He didn’t—he didn’t even fight?”

    “He doesn’t think he has to fight,” Harry said. “He thinks I’ll come to the door.”

    “But why?”

    “He knew I was looking for the Horcrux – he kept Nagini with him – obviously I had to go to him to get to the thing-“

    “Yeah,” said Ron, chesting up, “so you can’t go, he wants you to go, he wants you to go. You stay here and take care of Hermione, and I’ll take care of you. That-“

    Harry interrupted Ron.

    “You two stay here, I’m going in my invisibility cloak, I’ll be back soon, just wait for me—”

    “No,” said Hermione, “the best way is for me to wear the Invisibility Cloak to—”

    “Don’t even think about it.” Ron yelled at her.

    Hermione had just said “Ron, I’m also capable of—” when the tapestry on the top of the stairs they were standing was suddenly torn apart.

    “Potter!”

    The two masked Death Eaters stood there, but before they could raise their wands, Hermione shouted, “The slide is flat!”

    The stairs at the foot of the foot suddenly turned into a smooth ramp, Hermione, Harry and Ron immediately rushed down, the speed was too fast, they couldn’t stop at all, the Death Eater’s stun spell was high High ground passed over their heads. They scurried through the hidden tapestry at the bottom of the stairs, rolled several times on the ground, and crashed into the opposite wall.

    “Phantasma!” Hermione yelled, pointing her wand at the tapestry, and with two loud bangs, the tapestry turned to stone, and the two Death Eaters chasing them collided Unconscious on it.

    “Back off!” Ron shouted, and he, Harry and Hermione pressed themselves against a door, and a bunch of tables rumbled past, Professor McGonagall flying by Running to direct them, it seems that the three of them are not found. She had loose hair and a cut on her cheek. They heard her cry out as she turned the corner, “Come on!”

    “Harry, you put on the Invisibility Cloak,” said Hermione, “leave us alone—”

    But Harry put the invisibility cloak over the three people, although they were big, but the air was full of dust, broken stones and flashes of spells, and he guessed no one would see them They have no body feet.

    They ran down another flight of stairs and found that the corridors here were full of fighters. Masked and unmasked Death Eaters wrestle with teachers and students