MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 123 Festival

Take the ball in your arms. Malfoy pointed his wand at Neville when Harry slammed his wand back over his shoulder and yelled, "There's a lot of obstacles!"

Malfoy was knocked into the air. Harry looked around when he got up again and saw Malfoy slammed into the platform. On the table, Sirius and Bellatrix were fighting fiercely. Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry and Neville again, and before he could take a breath and say the spell, Lupin jumped between them.

"Harry. Gather the others and go!"

Harry grabbed Neville's robe by the shoulders and dragged him up the first stone steps; Neville's legs were still twitching and dancing, and he couldn't get up at all. Harry dragged Neville as hard as he could again, and they climbed another flight of steps—a spell hit the stone bench, right next to Harry's heels. The stone shattered and Harry fell on his back on the next step. Neville fell to the ground, his legs still dancing and swaying, and he stuffed the Prophecy Ball into his pocket.

"Come on!" Harry said desperately, tugging at Neville's robes, "Push your legs and see—"

"Curse stop!" Gwen struggled to get close to them, trying to free Wei's legs, "It's over—it's over!" She had to use two spells to break it.

However, all the seams on the left side of Neville's robes were torn open - the small glass ball fell out of the pocket, and before Harry could catch it, one of Neville's shaking feet Kicked it: it flew about ten feet to their right and shattered on the steps below. They all stared at the place where it was smashed, petrified by what had just happened, only the three of them noticed that a pearly figure with huge eyes rose into the air. Harry could see its mouth opening and closing, but there were clatters and screams and shouts all around them, and he couldn't hear a word of the prophecy. After the figure finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

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

"It's okay!" Harry shouted, "Try to get up, Gwen, help, let's get out of here—"

"Dumbledore!" Neville yelled, looking over Harry's shoulder with an excited expression on his sweaty face.

"What?"

Harry turned back to follow Neville's gaze. Directly above them was the door to the Brain Room, where Albus Dumbledore was standing, his wand held high above his head, his pale face full of anger. Harry felt an electric current go through him - they were saved.

Dumbledore walked quickly down the steps, passing Neville, Harry and Gwen, who had no more thoughts of leaving. Dumbledore reached the bottom of the steps, and the nearest Death Eater spotted him and shouted to inform the other Death Eaters. A Death Eater ran off and climbed the stone steps opposite like a monkey, and Dumbledore's spell dragged him back as easily as if it had been hooked on an invisible thread—there were only two of them now The battle was still raging, and it was clear that none of them had noticed Dumbledore's arrival.

Harry saw Sirius Dwarf flash a red light from Bellatrix: he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better!" he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous room.

The second beam hit him right in the chest.

The smile on his face hadn't completely disappeared, but his eyes widened in horror. Harry let go of Neville subconsciously. He drew his wand as he jumped down the steps again, and Dumbledore turned towards the platform. Sirius seemed to fall after a long time: his body was bent back in a graceful bow, falling through the worn drapery hanging from the arch.

Harry saw the thin, once handsome face of his godfather fall with terror and wonder, and he sank into the ancient arch, half-disappearing in the behind the drapery. The veil fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had just blown. Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange screaming triumphantly, but he knew it meant nothing - Sirius just fell into the arch.

"Sirius!" cried Harry, "Sirius!"

From Gwen's point of view, when the red light hit Sirius's chest, she saw Harry rush out like his fireball/arrow. The best Chaser at Hogwarts, as fast as possible, grabbed Sirius by the corner of his shirt with a few fingers before Bellatrix could react.

An astonishing chill engulfed Gwen in an instant, and the drapery and arches seemed to devour everything that went in. She felt a chill on her face, and two tears flowed down—Merlin on top, unconscious, physiological tears.

"That's worse than death." Gwen remembered what she had said not long ago.

Harry fell to his knees on the floor, his breath turning into searing gasps. Sirius lay lifeless in his arms, his eyes wide open, and there was no light in the dark gray eyes.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted vigorously, shaking, "Sirius!"

Sober Moody and Cedric stood in front of Harry and fought several Death Eaters. Lupin pulled Harry and Sirius up, the lanky man, always a little down, dragging his friend and Harry back with frightening force.

"There's no way, Harry—"

"Save him, he just walked in!"

"You have to leave first, Harry—" Harry struggled, but Lupin didn't let go... "You take him away, Harry!"

Around them, the Death Eaters were still fighting, bustling and incantations. To Harry, it was just meaningless noise, and the spells that passed by them didn't matter to him, he didn't care about it, he stared straight at Sirius in his arms— The godfather, who was taller than him, was now as light as half a person's weight.

It wasn't until Lupin pushed him hard to the edge of the battle that he regained his senses: Sirius had never made him wait before that... Sirius would always take serious risks and never look back Come see him, come help him...if he could, he wished he could spend his whole life calling Sirius not to fall into that arch.

Dumbledore trapped the vast majority of the remaining Death Eaters in the middle of the house, as if they were tied there with invisible ropes. Moody crossed the room, crawled up to Tonks, and tried to wake her up; the light was flickering behind the table, and there were grunts and shouts—Kingsley was already running up to face Bellatrix .

"Harry?" Neville took Gwen, who was staring blankly, one step after another and moved to Harry's side. Lupin was still holding on to his arm cautiously, lest he rush into the field to take his revenge.

"Come on," said Lupin calmly, using his wand to stop the bleeding of some of Neville and Gwen's too deep wounds, his face pale, as if restraining himself. "Let's get them quickly, where are they, Neville?" Lupin said as he turned, every word sounding heart-wrenching. Gwen reached out and touched Sirius's wrist under his sleeve, and the cold touch made her body temperature, which was already low enough, startled. She nearly choked up in Harry's face, because she couldn't feel the throbbing of Sirius' life. But even a corpse could not be taken from Harry now.

"They're over there," Neville replied, "a brain wrapped around Ron, but I think he's all right now—Hermione doesn't know anything, but there's more pulse-"

There was a loud bang, followed by a scream from behind the table. Gwen saw Kingsley slammed to the ground, screaming in pain: Dumbledore was sweeping around with his wand, and Bellatrix Lestrange was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed his tail and hugged his head. Harry took the opportunity to cast her a spell on her, but she avoided her; she had run to the middle of the steps—"Harry—don't!" Lupin yelled, but Harry had already broken free from Lupin's loose hand.

"She killed Sirius!" Harry roared, "She killed him—I'm going to kill her!" Understand that his godfather is never coming back.

Harry chased the woman out and quickly climbed the steps, ignoring the loud voices of those behind him. The edge of Bellatrix's robe disappeared in a flash in front, and they were back in the brain room, the brains still swimming.

Bellatrix yelled in a baby falsetto that echoed over the smooth wooden floor, "What are you doing with me, eh? I guess you're here to give Get revenge on my dear cousin!"

A deep hatred like never before surged into Harry's heart, and he sprang from behind the fountain, roaring, "Gouged out!"

"Yes!" Harry shouted, echoing like twenty ghosts of Harry chorusing throughout the room: Yes! Yes! Yes! "Haha... do you love him very much, little Potter?"

A deep hatred like never before surged into Harry's heart, and he sprang from behind the fountain, roaring, "Gouged out!"

The spell knocked Bellatrix to the ground and she screamed, but not writhing in pain like Neville - she stood up quickly, out of breath Annoyed, the smile disappeared. Harry hides again in gold