A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Harry rushed forward, not knowing what he was going to do, but there were sudden movements on both sides of him, and two hands grabbed him and dragged him back.

"No, Harry!" Hermione screamed, her voice trembling.

However, Ron also spoke to Black, "If you are going to kill Harry, then you are going to kill us too!" he said furiously, although the movement of standing up with force had made his face paler, and he spoke People are a little shaken when doing so.

Something flickered in Blake's dark eyes. "Lie down," he said calmly to Ron, "you're going to hurt that leg even more."

"You hear me?" Ron said weakly, even as he held Harry painfully to his feet. "You have to kill all three of us."

"Only one person will die tonight," Blake said, his smile growing wider.

"Why is this happening?" Harry spat, trying to get away from Ron and Hermione. "You didn't care at all before, did you? In order to kill Peter Pettigrew, you killed so many Muggles without caring. Well…you won’t take them seriously, right?”

"Harry," Hermione pressed Harry down hard, "Quiet!"

There was no doubt that it was not wise to anger a vicious Death Eater, and Harry knew that.

But what happened to his parents made him lose his mind.

"He killed my father and mother!" Harry roared, struggled hard, broke away from the restraints of Ron and Hermione and rushed forward. He forgot about magic, he forgot that he was short and thin, How could he be an adult opponent, let alone one who was only 13 years old, and Black still held Ron's wand in his hand.

Harry just wanted to hurt Black as much as possible and didn't care how much he was hurt by it.

"Quiet, Harry." Black shouted. He did not raise his wand and chant the spell. Instead, he blocked Harry with all his strength. But it was obvious that Harry had lost his mind. He threw himself directly on Black's body and grabbed him. grabbed his hand and forced him to fall backwards.

The two fell backwards and hit the wall.

Hermione and Ron screamed, and Black's wand sent a spark into the air, inches from Harry's face.Harry felt that Black's hand underneath him was waving outwards vigorously, as if he was not trying to point a spell at him...

It's weird...

But Harry didn't have time to think too much. He had to control Black, otherwise all three of them would die here.

This is their only chance.

Perhaps, he could use his own life to hold off Black and allow Hermione and Ron to escape.

It would be better for him to die alone than for them all to die here, right?

Harry used all his strength to control Black's hands and pressed his knee hard into Black's stomach to prevent him from rising from the floor.

Harry was breathless and his eyes rolled to the side.

Then he saw Hermione's foot kicked out from nowhere. Black grunted in pain and weakly let go of his hand.

Ron jumped into Black's hand holding the wand, and Harry heard a slight collision...

He struggled to get rid of the tangled human body. When he saw his wand rolling on the floor, he threw himself at it, but - "Ah!"

Scabbers came running over and ran to the other side of the room with his wand in his mouth.

"Stop it, Scabbers, give me your wand back!" Harry roared, and he crawled towards Scabbers.

Suddenly, thunderous footsteps came up, and the door to the room was knocked open in a burst of sparks. Harry turned around quickly - before he could take back his wand.

At this moment, Professor Lupin burst into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised, ready at any time. His eyes flickered past Ron and Hermione on the floor, and then tremblingly passed by the door, passing by Harry.

At this time, Harry was on the other side of the room, and behind him was Scabbers, the mouse with a wand in his mouth.

Lupine's eyes glanced at Black, who was underneath Ron. Ron was using his legs as weapons to hit Black's lower body, which almost made him collapse - his legs were now completely It's broken, and I don't know if Madam Pomfrey can cure him.

"Stay away from him, boys!" Lupine shouted.

He walked into the room and stared at Black. Ron rolled over and rolled off Black's body to the floor next to him. He was breathing heavily, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears on his forehead. In short, almost the entire shirt All soaked.

Harry sat there, suddenly feeling very empty. He had not killed Black, he had not avenged his father, Black was about to be handed over to the dementors, would he be imprisoned in Azkaban again?

Before Harry could think more, Lupine spoke, with a strange voice that contained some suppressed emotion: "Where is he, Sirius?"

Harry looked up at Lupine in confusion, not understanding what Professor Lupine meant.

Who was Lupine talking about?

He turned to look at Blake.

Blake's face was expressionless, and for a few seconds he remained motionless.Then he slowly raised his hand and pointed it directly at Harry.

Harry was confused, but had a vague feeling that this was not a good thing.

"Sirius..." Lupine murmured, looking at Black intently, as if reading his mind, "Why do you never listen to our advice..."

Black had been staring at Lupine's face, but after hearing Lupine's words, he turned his head away as if he was embarrassed.

"Professor Lupin," Harry interrupted them loudly, because he felt that things seemed to be going in a bad direction, "What's going on...?"

But he never got the chance to finish the question because the sight left his throat speechless.Lupine put down his wand, walked over to Black, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

Lupine hugged Black like two brothers.

"I don't believe it!" Hermione screamed.

Lupine let go of Black and turned to her. Hermione had stood up from the floor, pointing at Lupine, her eyes wide, "You - you -"

"Hermione—"

"--you and him!"

"Hermione, shocked!"

"I didn't tell anyone!" Hermione screamed. "I've been covering up for you -"

"Hermione, please listen to me!" Lupine shouted, "I can explain-"

Harry felt himself shaking, not with fear but with a new rage.

Hermione clutched the necklace on her chest tightly and pressed her fingers hard on it.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." Lupine lowered his head and pointed his wand at Hermione's chest. "I can't trouble Professor Lumpo just yet. I don't want to trouble him with this matter."

"Oh? Is that so?"

A lazy voice came in from the door, and everyone heard it very clearly.