94 Diagon Alley - Chapter 253

    A silver spark erupted, followed by a flickering light, and Harry worked harder than ever. Finally, the stag gushed out from the tip of his staff. It threw its hooves away and ran forward, and the Dementor really fled, and the night suddenly warmed up again, but his ears were filled with the sound of fighting.

    “Thank you so much,” Ron said to Luna, Ernie, and Seamus in a shaky voice, “you saved—”

    With a loud roar and an earthquake-like tremor, another giant stumbled out of the darkness beyond the Forbidden Forest, brandishing a club longer than a few of them .

    “Run!” Harry shouted again, and the others fled long ago without him saying anything. Really hanging, that guy’s big feet immediately landed where they were standing just now. Harry looked around, Ron and Hermione were following him, but the other three had gone back to fighting.

    “Let’s dodge!” Ron yelled.

    At this time, the giant waved his stick again, and the roar echoed in the night and over the playground, and the red and green lights on the playground continued to illuminate the darkness.

    “Look here, big man.” A familiar voice came, and the giant was smashed on the head by the big pumpkin in the distance, and he was furious.

    When he turned to look for the murderer who attacked him, he was hit by a high-speed, sharp big stone and hit his face, fell on his back on the playground, and smashed the ground out got a big hole.

    “Gwen!” Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

    “Stunning spells can’t hurt giants, that’s the only way…I do have some talent as a hitter,” said Gwen, who swung the bat with his unbroken hand. ” By the way, I have Hagrid’s spatula.”

    “We’re going to beat up Willow,” said Harry. “Come on!”

    He seems to have sealed some thoughts in his head, stuffed into a small space that can’t be seen for a while, the thoughts of Fred and Hagrid, all his love, scattered inside and outside the castle The fears of the people…have to wait because they have to run, they have to get close to the snake, to get close to Voldemort, because like Hermione said, that’s the only way to end it—

    He ran as fast as he could, almost feeling like he could leave death behind. He ignored the lights that shone through the darkness around him, the sound of the lake rushing like an ocean, and the creaking sounds from the forbidden forest—even though there was no wind at night. They ran across the playground that seemed to be fighting back, Harry had never run so fast in his life. Then, he was the first to see the big tree, the battering willow with whip-like branches that protected the secret under the tree’s roots.

      The knot that calms the tree. Ron and Hermione also caught up, Hermione gasping for words.

    A silver twinkling rope sprang from the front of Gwen’s wand, tying the fainted giant firmly.

    “What are you doing to beat Ren Liu?”

    “Voldemort is screaming in the shack.” Ron exclaimed, “We’re going to kill his snake!”

    “What did you say?” Gwen almost jumped up, now she didn’t bother, Snape must be screaming at the shack too. “But the three of you are going to go there—kill his pet in front of him? Is there a more sloppy plan than that?”

    “We have to.” Harry calmly told Gwen this unquestionable fact, running forward.

    “We—how do we get in?” Ron gasped. “I can—see the place—if we—have Crookshanks—”

    “Crookshanks?” Hermione panted, bending over her chest, “Are you a wizard?”

    “Oh-yes-yes-“

    Ron looked around, then pointed his wand at a branch on the ground, and said, “Winga Dim Leviosa!” It swirled in the air as it was, and then swished through the menacing branches of the willow, and charged straight towards the trunk. It poked a spot near the root of the tree, and suddenly the twisted and beaten willow tree fell silent.

    “Beautiful!” Hermione gasped.

    “Wait.”

    For a brief moment, Harry hesitated. The air was filled with the roar and crash of battle. Voldemort wants him to do it, wants him to come at the door… Is he taking Ron, Hermione and Gwen into a trap?

    Then reality seemed to surround him, cruel and clear: there was only one way ahead, and that was to kill the snake, and the snake was with Voldemort, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel …

    “Harry, we’re here, come in!” Ron said, pushing him forward.

    “No, seriously, wait,” Gwen stopped them, dumbfounded, “I… uh… buried a little gift at the tunnel door.”

    Then the three of them noticed the disgusting swamp on the outside of the Punching Willow, and a Death Eater trapped in it.

    “There are still mines underground, go around this way, I don’t remember I was buried on the right.” Gwen pointed them to a very narrow road, feeling that everything he had just done was are causing trouble for them. “I’ll go in with you, don’t talk nonsense.”

    Harry hesitated, feeling that whether it was three or four, it made no difference to Voldemort. In the end, he twisted his body and climbed into the dirt tunnel hidden under the roots of the tree. It was much cramped and cramped than the last time they came in. The roof of the tunnel is so low that they had to bend over almost four years ago, and now they have to crawl forward. Harry was at the front, lighting his wand, always on the lookout for obstacles, but it went smoothly. They crawled forward silently. Harry stared at the flickering light from the wand clutched in his hand.

    Finally, the tunnel began to rise, and Harry saw a long narrow light ahead. Hermione tugged at his ankle.

    “Invisibility Cloak!” she whispered, “Put the Invisibility Cloak on!”

    Harry fumbled behind him, and Hermione shoved the slippery dress into his wandless hand. Harry put his clothes on with difficulty, muttered “Knox”, turned off the light of his wand, and continued to crawl forward on his hands and feet, trying not to make a sound. He tightened all his nerves, knowing that he might be discovered at any time, that he might hear a cold and clear voice and see a dazzling green light at any time.

    Then he heard voices coming from the front room, but the gap at the end of the tunnel was blocked by what looked like an old box, making the voices sound a little muffled. Holding his breath as hard as he could, Harry moved little by little to the opening, peering through the narrow gap between the box and the cave wall.

    The room over there was dimly lit, but he still saw Nagini. The serpent was safe in the star-lit magical protection sphere floating in mid-air, twisting and coiling like it was underwater. Harry also saw a pale, long-fingered hand fiddling with a wand on the edge of a table. Then Snape spoke, and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. Snape and Harry were only inches away from curling up to hide.

    “…Master, their resistance is breaking down—”

    “—no credit to you here,” said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, “Severus, you are a brilliant wizard, but I think you have nothing now Used it. We’re a little bit closer to making it . . . .”

    “Let me find the boy. Let me bring you Potter. I know I can find him, Master. Please.”

    Snape walked past the gap, Harry stepped back a little, his eyes still fixed on Nagini, wondering if there was a magic spell that could penetrate the protective layer around the serpent, but Can’t think of one. He didn’t dare to act rashly, once he failed, his position would be exposed…

    Voldemort stood up. Harry could see him, his red eyes, his flat, snakelike face, and his pale shimmer in the dim light.

    “I have a problem, Severus,” said Voldemort softly.

    “Master?” said Snape.

    Voldemort raised his Elder Wand and pinched it delicately and gracefully between his fingers, like a baton.

    “Why doesn’t it work for me, Severus?”

    In the silence, Harry seemed to hear the hiss of the serpent as it coiled and stretched, or Voldemort’s haunting hissing sigh?

    “Lord-Master?” said Snape blankly. “I don’t understand. You—you did some great magic with this wand.”

    “No,” said Voldemort, “I only did my usual magic. I was superb, but this wand… no. It did not show the miracles it was supposed to show. This wand Compared to the wand I bought from Ollivander years ago, I don’t feel any difference.”

    Voldemort’s tone was calm and thoughtful, but Harry’s scar started throbbing again. As the pain in his forehead intensified little by little, he felt Voldemort’s inner anger escalate.

    “No difference,” Voldemort said again.

    Snape did not speak. Harry couldn’t see his face, wondered if Snape had sensed danger, and was searching for the right words to reassure his Master.

    Voldemort began to walk around the house. Harry couldn’t see him for a few seconds, only to hear him still talking in that unhurried voice as he paced while