94 hp Diagon Alley

A few words explain why it's here: "Sirius needs you."

Well, she may have been a little too brief.So much so that the tall headmaster and Harry, who was taller than her—and a portrait, rushed out of the headmaster's office before she left.Gwen had to run in long strides just to keep up with them.

Even more startling was what they saw when they pushed through the doors of the hospital wing.

Sirius was still controlled by the snow-white sheets.Fred and George stood a few steps away from the bed.Madam Pomfrey hurried St. Mungo's through the fireplace, sweating profusely.And Neville, bandaged like a mummy, was showing Sirius a bubblegum-blowing wrapper, and the patient was unimpressed.

"Sirius!" Harry dashed to the hospital bed, "How are you doing! Why the hell are you tying him up?"

Fred and George showed him their four battered, tooth-marked hands with mournful faces.

Sirius, who had settled down at the sight of Harry's messy hair, was now smiling, leaning forward, trying to get closer to Harry.

"Hi!" he said cheerfully, and his blank, dark eyes changed.

"Hi." Harry hadn't figured out the situation yet, "are you feeling better? Sirius, I thought I was going to lose you..."

"Oh." Sirius didn't seem to understand Harry's words at all. "They want to give me medicine - it tastes disgusting."

Gwen noticed that Dumbledore's expression was not relaxed, and he looked carefully at Sirius through the half-moon glasses.

"You should take medicine, it will make you recover faster." Harry finally let out a breath and put on an ugly smile, "It's all my fault..."

"Hi." Sirius greeted him again. "So, when are you taking me home?"

Harry froze.

Or rather, everyone in the medical wing was stunned.

Did Sirius ask again persistently, "When will you take me home?"

Harry looked at the others, and Fred and George shook their heads at him and shrugged at him. "He's been like this since he woke up, and he's only talking to you right now."

"Why didn't you answer me?" Sirius asked persistently, "Aren't you my father?"

The first thing Lupine heard when he heard the news was that his friend asked his godson, aren't you my father.

Gwen endured and endured, and finally turned around without collapsing, and wiped away the gushing tears.Then she found that Hermione had woken up at some point, and now she was also sniffling, breathing in pain - her ribs were broken.

At this time, Sirius found a second object to talk to.

"Hi." He gave Lupine a lift of his chin, because that was the only place he could move. "You look familiar." Then he said to Harry, "I don't want to be here, I don't know any of these people. I want to go home."

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore, who had been silent for a while, reassured Sirius, but the other party didn't seem to agree with the old man with the white beard, "After you finish the final inspection, I think Harry can take You go home."

"Harry?" Sirius raised his eyebrows, which made everyone realize that even though he behaved like a five or six-year-old child at the moment, he was still the handsome wizard who flaunted himself. "Okay, Harry." He thought for a moment, "Can I have a scoop of ice cream when I get home?"

Gwen found Harry's smile even uglier, and nodded, "Of course, Sirius."

She really couldn't bear this scene, and walked up to Hermione who was biting the quilt and trying not to make a sound, wishing to hug her and cry.

The people at Sirius' bedside walked away one by one.Fred came over to greet Hermione, and George put his arm around Gwen's shoulders, letting her wet his new shirt with tears.Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were discussing quietly.

"A part of his soul is gone, Poppy."

"Merlin... Do you want him to live like this from now on?"

"Unless we know where the world behind the veil leads..." His voice gradually weakened, and the students couldn't hear what he said afterwards.

Beside the hospital bed, Harry still held Sirius' hand tightly.Lupine folded his arms sadly.

"You know what, Harry. I think it might not be a bad thing," said the gray-haired Lupine.

"I understand that it's the best news for me that he's still alive," Harry whispered. "I've only been through it for less than half a day—imagining life without Sirius is already painful."

Lupine tried to put it lightly, "He's really bad enough. Think of me as a friend, but you as a father?"

Harry looked like he wanted to cry and laugh, and it took him a while to say, "I'll take good care of him, just as he took care of me."

The Man Who Can't Be Named Is Back, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed in a short statement on Friday night that the Man Who Can't Be Named is back in the country and is at it again.

"It is with great regret that I have to announce that the self-proclaimed Demon Lord - oh, you know who I mean - is alive and active among us again," Fudge said in a speech to reporters. Looking tired and distraught, "It is also a pity that we are reporting a massive rebellion among the dementors of Azkaban who have expressed their opposition to continuing to work for the Ministry. We believe these dementors are currently working for the Ministry of Magic. The devil works.

"We strongly urge the wizarding community to remain vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is publishing an initial defense guide for families and individuals, which will be distributed free of charge to all wizarding families over the next month."

This announcement by the Ministry of Magic has caused alarm and anxiety in the magical community, despite the fact that they just received assurances from the Ministry last Wednesday: "No matter what rumors are currently circulating, the idea that You-Know-Who is once again operating among us is purely false. Nonsense."

Exactly what prompted the 180-degree U-turn in the Ministry of Magic's attitude is unclear in detail, but what is certain is that the man who must not even be named led a group of followers into the Ministry of Magic on Tuesday night.

Albus Dumbledore, who has resumed his positions as headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, member of the International Confederation of Wizards, and chief wizard of the Wizengamot, has not found time to accept our interview so far.He has insisted throughout the past year that the You-Know-Who is not dead, as everyone had hoped and believed, and he has once again rallied his supporters to regain power.Meanwhile, the Boy Who Lived - "Talking about you, Harry, I knew they'd drag you into it anyway," said Hermione, looking over the top of the paper at Harry.

They are all in the ward of the school hospital.Harry was sitting on Ron's bedside with Ron listening to Hermione read the front page of the Sunday Prophet.Ginny's ankle was healed in the blink of an eye by Madam Pomfrey, who was curled up at the foot of Hermione's bed; Neville's nose had also returned to its normal size and shape, and he was sitting between the beds and Luna, who stopped by to visit, was grabbing the latest edition of "The Quibbler" and flipping through it, obviously not hearing what Hermione was saying.

"He's the 'Boy Who Lived' again now, isn't he?" said Ron sullenly, "and not the demagogue showing off, huh?"

He grabbed a handful full of Chocolate Frogs from the pile on the bedside cabinet and tossed them to Harry, Ginny, and Neville, tearing off the wrapping paper on his own with his teeth.There were still some deep gashes on his forearm where the tentacles of the brain had tangled.According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts leave a deeper imprint than almost anything else, although the wounds have looked better since she started using copious amounts of Dr. Umbly's Negonia Ointment.

"Yes, they're speaking highly of you now, Harry," said Hermione, continuing to read the article, "'a lone voice calling for the truth... considered insane, and he stood his ground. Never faltered... forced to endure taunts and slanders... 'Hmmm...' Hermione muttered, frowning.

She shrank slightly and put a hand on her ribs.The spell that Dolokhov cast on her would have caused more serious damage if he had said it aloud at that time, but the current situation is not easy. In Madam Pomfrey's words: "It's enough for her to suffer." It's gone." Hermione had to take ten different medicines every day, and she recovered quickly, and she was tired of staying in the hospital ward and didn't want to stay any longer.

"You-Know-Who's Last Attempt Failed, pp. [-]-[-]; What the Ministry Should Say to Me, pp. [-]; Why No One Is Listening to Albus Dumbledore, pp. [-]-[-]; Harry Potter's Exclusive Interview, Nine Pages... very good," said Hermione, folding the paper and tossing it aside, "it did give them a lot to write about. But Harry's interview wasn't exclusive, a few months ago "Singing "Singing a different tune" is the one time..."

"Papa sold it to them," Luna mumbled, turning a page of The Quibbler, "and he sold it for a good price, so we're going to explore Sweden this summer and see if A crooked snorkel can be caught."

Hermione seems to have thought about it