Mr. Weasley's whole body was wrapped in bandages layer after layer, like a mummy. Judging from this alone, he must have been seriously injured.
However, the more emotional emotion in Harry's heart was happiness.
At least Mr. Weasley is still intact.
Think about Kingsley with a broken leg, think about the witch holding the child on the first floor, and then think about the rows of cold bodies on stretchers in the corridor outside.
The cruelty of war is intuitively displayed in front of this group of young wizards who are still in school.
You are lucky to be able to come back from the battlefield alive.
However, the Weasley children must not feel so relaxed.
Ginny leaned into Fred's arms and sobbed softly. George looked at his father on the hospital bed, his lips trembling,
"Are there any missing parts, Dad?"
"Oh, I'm not sure."
Mr. Weasley smiled hard,
"There seemed to be a magic spell flying across my ears. Maybe the curse opened a hole in my ear."
George seemed to want to make a few witticisms, but the corner of his mouth seemed to be crying.
Ron also wanted to say something, but his mouth suddenly became clumsy and he couldn't say anything.
"Cheer up, kids"
Everyone was immersed in sadness, and Mr. Weasley had to try to comfort his children,
"I bet the ministry will reimburse the medical expenses and maybe give you a salary increase. I heard the rumor."
"Stop it, Arthur."
Wei Mrs. Sly sniffed hard and made a sound like a whine,
"You need to rest. Everything will be fine with me."
"Of course"
Mr. Weasley said gently,
"You are right, Molly, I do feel a little tired."
Harry knew that he should not disturb Weasley. Mr. Sly rested, but he couldn't help the fear boiling in his heart.
"Mr. Weasley"
Harry took two steps forward. Ron's reproachful expression made him feel very ashamed, but he still asked,
"Have you seen it?"
"You want to ask Sirius, right, Harry?" ?"
The considerate Mr. Weasley said it directly for Harry,
"I don't know. I did see him. It was me and Anthony Doroho. When the husband was fighting, he seemed to be chasing someone."
Who was he chasing? !
Harry's heart was in his throat, there were too many possibilities for this answer.
Is Sirius alive or dead?
Harry was driven crazy by this question.
Hermione gently pulled Harry's clothes and signaled with her eyes.
Mr. Weasley fell asleep quickly after taking the potion, and Mrs. Weasley was carefully wiping the blood near his eyes.
None of the Weasley children had any intention of leaving the ward. They planned to stay with their father here until he woke up again.
"Let's leave first, Harry"
Hermione said softly,
"Let them stay for a while."
Two The person walked out of the ward, and Hermione closed the door gently, leaving the Ron family alone.
The miserable voices still filled their ears, and an endless stream of wounded people were sent to the hospital. Almost everyone who escorted them back had hatred on their faces. After the mission, he immediately returned to the battlefield.
Harry watched with his own eyes as a battalion striker sent his comrades into the ward and lay on the glass bed of the wooden door to look inside.
But after only two minutes, the first aid therapist withdrew with an apologetic look, and there was another stretcher covered with cloth in the corridor.
The batter sobbed softly for a few seconds, then wiped away his tears and the phantom with a determined expression disappeared!
Harry stared blankly at the cloth-covered stretchers, imagining that when the white cloth was lifted, the person lying there was his godfather.
He has never been so afraid of something happening.
Hermione was very aware of Harry's inner torment, but she really couldn't muster the energy to comfort Harry.
After coming out of the ward, she slowly squatted down against the door, covering her mouth with her hands, looking at the running therapists with extremely sad eyes.
This feeling is so powerless
Nothing can be done, she can't help anyone.
The cruelty of the war has broken her psychological defense.
"I'm going to take a look."
Harry said abruptly.
Go and have a look?
Hermione's eyes fell on Harry's pale profile. With her sharp mind, she could not figure out what Harry wanted to do.
But then she thought clearly and stood up from the ground with a crash, staring at Harry in disbelief,
"Are you crazy, Harry?"
"I'm going to take a look, Hermione."
Harry was surprised that his voice was so calm, and he looked at Hermione intently,
" I'm going to help Sirius. Help everyone. I can make a difference. I've been trained - Professor Blaine has been training us."
"But we are just underage wizards, ha. "Lee, Sirius will never agree to this, he won't be grateful to you!"
Hermione grabbed Harry's arm tightly.
"You don't understand, Hermione"
Harry did not argue, but shook his head gently.
Hermione knew that Harry was acting stupid again. She glanced anxiously at Mr. Weasley's ward, wondering whether to call Mrs. Weasley out or toOr, he shouted to lure Professor McGonagall out from a few wards away.
However, at the moment when she was in a daze, Harry suddenly became angry. He pulled Hermione's hand away, and before Hermione could react, he rushed towards a person in the corridor. The striker from the Ministry of Magic is planning to return to the battlefield after escorting the wounded back!
Hermione's screams were still echoing in her ears, and her vision was spinning.
The rich smell of blood made Harry's stomach churn. In a world filled with flesh and blood, before he had time to observe his surroundings, not far away, a slowly red sun rose!
The moment he heard Sirius's voice, Lucius Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.
The Dark Lord is secretly watching the battlefield, and he must execute his orders with impeccable performance.
What exactly is hidden in Bellatrix's vault that makes the Dark Lord so nervous?
For Lucius, this problem can be figured out as long as he uses his brain a little.
It must be the same as the notebook the Dark Lord gave him for safekeeping!
Lucius could not imagine that the Dark Lord actually made two or more of those evil things.
But he knew very well what the function of that thing was. If he wanted to destroy the Dark Lord, he must first destroy all the Horcruxes made by the Dark Lord.
Lucius's original plan was to pretend that he had not found the cup, and then secretly pass on the news after he returned, so that Amostabrian could destroy the Dark Lord's Horcrux.
Amosta Blaine knew that the Dark Lord had made Horcruxes. He had reminded him as early as two years ago in the Leaky Cauldron.
Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord actually spoke directly into his mind and told him the location of the golden cup, which frustrated his plan.
Fortunately, the roar he yelled at Bella earlier worked and successfully attracted Sirius.
But while he was happy, he felt gloomy in his heart.
Sirius doesn’t know about his private contact with Brian, which means that Sirius will do his best to kill him!
And his magic power is not enough to deal with Sirius with ease.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Malfoy, still wrapped in black robe, slowly turned around, his voice deliberately hoarse,
"Ah , I know him. The patriarch of the Malfoy family, a decent wizard"
Hmph!
Sirius smiled coldly,
"Don't be pretentious, Malfoy, I recognize your voice."
He glanced at Malfoy's feet. The gold coins and gold objects were exposed, with a look of contempt,
"Why, the task Voldemort gave you and Bellatrix is to dig out more gold and pack it back?"
"How dare you call the Dark Lord by his first name, Sirius Black!"
Lu Xiu under the black hoodMalfoy shouted angrily,
"I want you to know the consequences of being disrespectful to the Dark Lord!"
After saying that, Malfoy stepped over and was gouged by him. A pile of gold came out and rushed toward Sirius with great force! The end of this chapter has been severely transcoded recently, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hands to exit the reading mode. Thank you