Hogwarts lazy snake

Just as Horn and Greed were engaged in a thrilling and fierce battle in the spiritual space, several figures slowly appeared in the room outside, which was already in ruins and a mess.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal with the sealing parchment scroll, Dumbledore walked towards Harry and Horn who were lying on the ground with steady steps. His eyes were full of concern and he wanted to check their condition carefully.

Harry fainted simply because of excessive physical exertion, and only had some superficial injuries, so overall he was not in great danger. However, Horn's situation was much more complicated.

He looked dirty and his clothes were tattered, as if he had been through a very tragic battle. He was still injured, and when Dumbledore approached him, he used his keen perception to detect two weak energies flowing slowly in Horn's body.

Dumbledore could clearly sense that there was an energy that did not come from Horn himself. The moment he noticed this, a few wisps of black flame suddenly appeared on Horn's body without any warning. Seeing this, Dumbledore summoned his patronus, the phoenix, which shone with holy silver light, without any hesitation.

The phoenix spread its gorgeous wings and flew towards Horn. The light emanating from it seemed to have the power to dispel darkness, wanting to completely eliminate the black flames on Horn's body.

"Oh, Merlin's rotten pants, send these poor children to the school infirmary." Professor McGonagall said anxiously.

At this moment, several figures appeared at the location of the flame gate.

When Draco heard the noise, he looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the people coming were Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and finally Neville who had hurried over.

When Professor McGonagall saw this scene, especially when she saw Ron's heart-wrenching condition between Hermione and Draco, her face instantly became extremely solemn, as if covered by a thick dark cloud.

Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and she hurriedly walked towards Ron.

When she squatted down to check on Ron, she saw that he was in a very bad condition. He was exhausted due to excessive blood loss and the unbearable pain he had just experienced.

His face was as pale as a sheet of white paper, and his lips were bloodless, as if he had lost his life. His body was also shaking slightly involuntarily, as if he was fighting against some invisible force.

Hermione stood aside, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

Her body had been in a state of high tension for a long time, and coupled with the shock she had just received, it was now shaky, like a willow in the wind.

Draco was not much better. Although he tried hard to hold on, the fatigue and worry in his eyes could not be concealed, and they surged in his eyes like a tide.

Professor McGonagall gently lifted Ron's broken arm and wanted to cast healing magic to save the situation. However, she soon discovered that Ron's condition was much worse than she had imagined.

Hermione looked at Professor McGonagall, as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness, as if she had found her backbone. Her voice was trembling with anxiety, and her eyes were full of helplessness as she shouted, "Professor McGonagall, come and help Ron. He is in a very bad condition and has lost too much blood. Ron..."

However, before anyone else could react and Hermione hadn't even finished her sentence, she was overwhelmed by the huge mental fluctuations, excessive physical fatigue, prolonged tension, and the mental shock after seeing Ron's miserable condition.

Her body swayed, and like a puppet that suddenly lost its strings, she fell towards Ron.

At this critical moment, Draco was quick-witted and quick-handed. He quickly reached out and held the unconscious Hermione firmly.

"Hermione? Hermione!"

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. However, the arm holding Hermione was trembling slightly, showing his inner unrest at the moment.

When Professor Snape saw the two figures lying on the ground next to Dumbledore, his eyes instantly turned cold and full of anger.

He trotted over without hesitation, like a gust of swift wind.

When he saw Harry lying lifeless on the ground, a barely perceptible worry flashed across his eyes involuntarily, an instinctive concern for his students, but this emotion was quickly overshadowed by anger.

He lowered his voice and shouted at Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, what are you doing? How could you let Harry be in such danger?"

Although his voice was low, it was full of suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt, and the power of anger seemed to be ready to erupt at any time.

Professor Flitwick was completely focused on the parchment on the floor in the middle of the room. He walked over slowly, staring at the pattern on the parchment with a thin black aura, his eyes full of confusion and curiosity. While carefully observing the parchment, he carefully looked around the room at the traces of battle everywhere, like a vigilant deer.

The walls were covered with burn marks left by the impact of magic, and those marks were as shocking as black scars. There were also some irregular cracks on the ground, as if silently telling the fierceness and cruelty of the battle just now.

He frowned, his face full of deep thought, and muttered to himself: "What on earth is going on? This dark force..."

Neville stood aside, his eyes wide open, his face full of fear, his body trembling slightly, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind.

His eyes moved back and forth between Ron, Harry, Horn and the others, his heart filled with worry and helplessness.

He wanted to lend a helping hand, but he didn't know what he could do to help everyone.

Afterwards, everyone rushed the injured children to the school infirmary. The infirmary was filled with a faint scent of herbs. When Madam Pomfrey saw the state of the children being sent in, her face suddenly became very serious.

She quickly began to treat the children, her movements were skillful and quick. During the treatment, she couldn't help but ask questions while busying herself: "How did this happen? How did it get hurt like this?"

However, Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Treatment first, and the rest will come later."

Among them, Horn was gently floated to Dumbledore's side by magic, and then carefully placed on an empty bed. And Dumbledore's patronus, the silver phoenix, had been flying around Horn since it came out of the lower room until now.

It exudes a soft and holy light. Whenever a few strange black flames emerge from Horn's body from time to time, the light will disperse the flames like a protective shield, as if protecting Horn from the erosion of the dark power.