94 hp Diagon Alley

At this moment, his breathing was very weak, as if his upper body was covered by the dark shadow of death.

"Everyone thought he was already..." Madam Pomfrey looked at the handsome black-haired wizard worriedly, "We should have sent him to St. Mungo's, but the situation was too critical... we gave him seven Eight potions, several powerful potions in the medical wing are all used up - Severus will be angry with me - anyway, he can't move anymore." Madam Pomfrey wiped the corners of her eyes, rambling Complaining, "Poor guy, it's in more critical condition than when it was brought in two years ago. No trauma, no spells. They just told me it was a veil in an execution chamber—"

"Execution room?" Gwen held on to the hospital bed beside her to stabilize her body. "But he's still breathing, and he's still able to take potions..."

"I don't know, child." Madam Pomfrey kept shaking her head, "But he just can't wake up, this is beyond my control."

Fred and George thought of Cedric who was also in a coma before, and comforted them, "Since Digory can wake up, so can Sirius."

At this time, Neville, who was almost covered in gauze, was also sent to the inpatient department.He and Gwen simply described last night's experience to the twins from beginning to end.

The Weasley brothers, who were always smiling, were silent this time, and they were as solemn as all the wizards who participated in this battle.

Indeed, this incident was like Merlin playing a nasty joke.

"Let me justify it, Voldemort hacked into Harry's mind and made him think Sirius was captured. Then they lured Harry to the Ministry of Magic just to get a prophecy ball - and the prophecy ball shattered? Sirius He fell into the curtain in the archway during the duel with his cousin, and now..." George looked at the half-dead wizard on the bed and didn't continue.

"Can we hit that Malfoy kid while we're back at school?" Fred asked, clenching his fists.

Gwen didn't say anything for a long time. In her opinion, old Malfoy was the second strangest person in today's battle - the strangest of course was the mysterious relationship between Harry and Voldemort.

Both Fred and George noticed that their loyal friend wasn't on their side right away this time.

"What are you thinking, Gwen?" Fred was a little upset, "I said Lucius Malfoy was the Death Eater who took the lead in robbing the Ministry of Magic, right?"

Gwen bit her nails anxiously, "Don't make me express my opinion, Fred. This matter is for the adults of the Order of the Phoenix to struggle with. It doesn't count if I say it, but if you really ask me what I think, old Malfoy seems Been playing for time, and he saved Harry's life..."

George raised an eyebrow.

"...But he said he could kill the rest of us." Gwen immediately waved his hand away, "So I think a beating is okay."

It seemed that considering that both Neville and Gwen had just returned from the ruthless battlefield, Fred and George didn't mention anything related to violence, so the medical wing was quiet for a while.

Until Madam Pomfrey, who appeared with Professor Snape with the second round of potions, broke the silence.They didn't pay any attention to the four little wizards who got together, and other students lying on the hospital bed.Instead, he stood directly in front of Black's hospital bed.

Gwen thought Snape was frantically suppressing his upturned lips when he saw Sirius, as if wishing he never woke up.But he—like every subordinate who has accepted a task from a superior—is reluctantly discussing with Madam Pomfrey how to prepare some more powerful potions, and strives to keep St. The life of Sirius.

"We have to delay his trauma first."

"Then give him Dr. Woolly's Melancholy Ointment, Poppy," said Snape impatiently.

"If Wangyou Ointment was useful, Dumbledore would not have called you here." Madam Pomfrey acted like a stern elder, "Resurrection Potion, Vitality Tonic, Sober Potion, and your collection..."

"I don't have any collection," Snape said firmly.

"Severus." Madam Pomfrey said disapprovingly, "I'm very busy, and the inpatient unit is almost full. I don't have time to go to your office to get the medicine myself."

Surprisingly, Snape only hesitated for a while, and then took out a silver potion of unknown type from his robe.Gwen assured that it was a mysterious potion that she had never seen or heard of in six years.But Snape, as if he was afraid of being seen by someone, quickly poured it into the sleeping Sirius, put away the medicine bottle, and used a fresh one for himself—probably meeting Black was a very frustrating thing. Things he dislikes.

Before Madam Pomfrey could say anything more, he tossed his black robe and disappeared into the medical wing.Gwen thought that the Potions professor was expressing a truth with all his strength: I have fulfilled Dumbledore's request. As for whether the potion is effective or not, it all depends on the fate of Sirius. What does it have to do with him, Snape?

Whatever potion it was, Gwen made up her mind to find a way to get a bottle from the Potions Master someday.

Because 5 minutes after he left the inpatient department, Madam Pomfrey broke the tray in her hand.Because Sirius sat up from the hospital bed.

Maybe Sirius is indeed like his Animagus, a big dog with great vitality-allowing him to cross the strait to Hogwarts alone after being imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years.Let him wake up under the call of the god of death.

It's just that he's kind of weird.

Sirius Black first stared at a position in mid-air for a long time, that half-dream expression Gwen had only seen on Luna's face.Then he mechanically turned his head to meet the eyes of everyone who was looking at him.When the dark gray eyes that had been glowing—eyes almost as alive as twins in Gwen's eyes—looked at Gwen, the only thing she felt was emptiness.There is nothing in there.

"Not you, not you, and not you," said Sirius in an oddly innocent tone.

Madam Pomfrey tried to check on him and give him some new potions.Sirius began to fight hysterically on the hospital bed, repeating "not you, not you" over and over again.

Gwen opened her mouth wide. She was happy about the "resurrection" of Sirius just now, but now she felt as if she had eaten a thousand needles.

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment, tacitly working together to control the crazy Sirius and prevent his actions from hurting himself.

Neville's expression was also very complicated, he looked at Sirius as if he saw someone familiar.Then he started rummaging around, and Gwen had to remind him that he was wearing a hospital gown.But Neville blushed, bent on getting something out of it.

"I think - he's looking for someone - oops -" Fredella tugged on Sirius' arm, but was bitten on his left hand instead.

"Hey - what a dog you are - bro... whoever he's looking for, it's not us." George saved Fred's hand from Sirius' fangs.

The medical wing was in a mess, and Gwen scratched her face with her fingers anxiously.Finally, she came up with a solution: "I'll go to the principal's office!"

"Good way—uh—" Fred was kicked in the stomach by Sirius.

"Whether it's Harry or Dumbledore, I hope it can be of some use—oh!" George was also bitten, "Can you give him some palliatives!"

"That might make him lose consciousness again." Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and bound Sirius' hands and feet to the bed with a few soft white sheets, but he was still stalking his neck to bite anyone who approached him.

Gwen immediately rushed to the principal's office.

Principal's office.

Dumbledore struggled to explain to Harry the prophecies about the loss and the meaning of "only one survived".

"So," said Harry, feeling like there was a deep well of despair in his heart from which his words were drawn, "so the idea is that... in the end... one of us has to kill the other ?”

"Fine," said Dumbledore.

For a long time, none of them spoke.Harry could hear voices talking somewhere far beyond the office walls, and the students were probably making their way to the Great Hall for breakfast.It's unbelievable that there are people in this world who are still thinking about eating and laughing out loud, and nobody knows or cares that Sirius Black is gone for good.Even now, some part of Harry believed that if he pulled back that curtain, he'd find Sirius looking back at him, greeting him, grinning like a dog...

"I think I owe you another explanation, Harry," stammered Dumbledore. "Have you ever perhaps wondered why I didn't choose you as a prefect? ​​I must admit...I rather think...you already have too many responsibility needs to be taken.”

Harry glanced up at him to see a tear slip down Dumbledore's cheek and into his long gray beard.

Phineas suddenly appeared in his portrait.He stopped talking lazily, but stroked his beard up and down: "Who can explain to me why a new name appeared on the family tree of the noble and oldest Black family. Why did my great-great-grandson who was removed from the name appear again?" On the tapestry—names faded to death?"

Dumbledore stood up abruptly.Harry kicked over the chair.

At this time, there was a rush of heavy footsteps at the spiral staircase of the principal's office, and Dumbledore opened the door with a wave of his hand.Gwen nearly knelt on the ground.

She didn't have time to complain, using the simplest