When the savior is no longer the savior

Harry.

Harry took it.He looked at the potion in his hand, looked at the potion in his hand, and suddenly felt... Uh, why does this color look like a love potion?

Love potion?Harry shook his head subconsciously. Did he feel that he was too stressed to think out of control?

"This is... er, what potion? Professor?" Harry asked with a guilty conscience.

"Powerful Sleep Potion." Snape simply replied, he was lowering his head to tidy up the medicine box, his slender, gray-yellow fingers were stroking the bellies of those crystal bottles one by one.

"Isn't that light green with white flocculent impurities...?" Harry's voice became weaker.

Snape was a little surprised, and a little impatient: "Perhaps I should thank Merlin—at least the students I teach are not ignorant? But let me remind you, Mr. Ravens, don't use this trick on your magic Professor Yao." He finally said briefly, "That's an improved version."

Harry was relieved, he opened the bottle cap and drank the potion in the crystal bottle in one gulp.

It has to be said that the potions produced by SS have absolutely no problem in terms of quality.As soon as the tasteless potion, which was as tasteless as boiled water, was taken, Harry, who was already in high spirits, immediately yawned and felt his eyelids drooping uncontrollably.He braced himself: "Professor, may I know your plan?"

He saw Snape looking over with his head down, and lowered his voice, "Hey, maybe... maybe, once I fall asleep, I won't wake up again?"

"You won't," Snape replied.

Harry responded vaguely, his eyes could not be opened anymore, and his half-sitting body was also weakly tilted to the side. With the last bit of energy, he murmured, "Professor...well...you understand Right? I'd rather die painfully and plainly..."

The voices in the bedroom disappeared.

Slow, small breaths replaced those murmurs.

Snape, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at the sleeping person on the bed for a while. He adjusted the comfortable posture for the other person, and then pulled his spreader that would fall on the side to cover the person tightly, and then waved his wand. To release the Patronus, simply say, "Go to Dumbledore."

The silver-white Patronus ran around Snape affectionately before using all four legs to lightly leap out of the window.

Snape turned his gaze back to Harry.Up to this moment, his eyes finally showed pain that could not be concealed.He buried his face in his hands, as if he had strengthened his confidence, but at the same time he seemed to be begging someone weakly: "It's going to be okay, Please...it's going to be okay...Tellme..."

It was a night that wasn't much different than usual.

In Godric's Hollow, El sat at the table by the window, wondering how to invite Harry to travel with them.

At the same time, Draco in the Malfoy Manor also wrote a formal invitation letter in line with his noble status, inviting Harry to attend a banquet held by Malfoy's house ten days later.

Lily was packing up at home, and she was so unhappy that she didn't see Harry for Christmas.

James and Sirius were drinking at the Hog's Head Bar. They were chatting about Sirius' upcoming assignment at Hogwarts, and about Harry who wasn't here.Then they suddenly decide to go to Hogwarts to meet Dumbledore.

……

In the principal's office, Dumbledore lightly stroked the silver deer that came in from the window and jumped in front of his eyes.

He moved his gaze to the Horcruxes on the table.

The Spider's End Alley at night was as cold and desolate as ever.

Suddenly, without warning, a hoarse, painful cry sounded in the silent street--the voice was so sharp and desperate that many sleepy people living in Spinner's End panicked He got up from the bed, opened the window and looked around.

And in the direction from which the sound came, in a room that looked no different from most of the houses here, Snape felt as if a spring had been placed on his body at the moment when Harry reacted, before he even yelled out. Similarly, he jumped up from the chair, grabbed Harry's hands tightly, and suppressed the other party with his body, preventing the other party from making any movements that might hurt him.

Harry didn't wake up on the bed.But his face was completely distorted, and in less than a minute, his clothes were completely soaked in sweat, it looked as if he had just crawled out of the swimming pool.His body was shaking violently and he was gasping for breath, looking like he couldn't breathe.

Snape noticed that blood flowed down the corner of the other's mouth, he cursed vaguely and viciously, not knowing what he had said, and emptied his hand to draw his wand, first the silencing spell on the door and window, and then He immediately gave Harry two pushes to relax.But it didn't seem to have any effect at all, the person on the bed was still twitching in pain, struggling vigorously, more and more blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, as if he had bitten his tongue or something .

"No, no—" Harry, who was restrained tightly, began to yell.

Snape glanced at the man in panic, and he was relieved to find that the other party hadn't regained consciousness, but he immediately felt more and more violent struggles under his body, which made his heart sink uncontrollably—he couldn't help it. Sure, he is not sure at all, whether the other party can maintain a state of consciousness and deep sleep all the time - if he wakes up... Merlin... Even if his body can bear it, his spirit can't bear it...

"No, no, Godfather, Godfather, Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore—it hurts, it hurts—" Harry yelled wildly, nearly breaking himself out of Snape's grasp and hurting himself several times.

Snape had lost all energy to pay attention to what Harry was saying. He was unwilling to use magic, and magic might not be very effective at this time. He could only firmly and firmly stop the other party's actions, and prayed that time would pass. Go over quickly.

However, the time that has always been fair seems to be indifferently extended infinitely at this moment.

With Snape's accidental negligence, one of Harry's hands immediately broke free from its restraint. He swung his hand vigorously and rubbed the back of his other hand, and immediately scratched out three bloody wounds.

Snape gasped.Without any further hesitation, he stretched out his arms to completely fix the man in his arms without leaving a single gap.

Harry couldn't open his eyes.But he didn't hesitate to bite down hard on the thing that was in front of his mouth - Snape's shoulder.

The smell of blood in the cold air suddenly became stronger.

Snape's whole body tensed up, but he still hugged the person in his arms without hesitation, repeating in the other's ear over and over again—not only to him, but also to himself: "It's going to be okay. , it's going to be all right...it's going to be all right, Harry, Harry..."

But not everything will develop in the direction people expect.

Twenty minutes after Harry let out his first scream, Snape had already sat back in his chair.

He didn't need to hold Harry anymore so that he couldn't hurt himself.

The person lying on the bed has no strength to hurt himself anymore.

Snape had never felt so weak as he had been tonight.

He sat on a straight-backed wooden chair, clasped his hands in front of his mouth, lowered his head and muttered, he was praying, praying to Merlin.The person he was praying for was lying beside him, and he could see it just by turning his eyes slightly.

But Snape dared not even look at that place at all.

He was afraid of seeing the dying convulsions of the person he was joking with just a few minutes ago, and he was even more afraid of seeing that body that was warm and soft before stiffening upright, like...

The gasping that had been staccato in the room suddenly disappeared.

Snape, who had been murmuring with his head down, suddenly woke up, and he turned his head to look at the person lying on the bed.He searched and listened carefully, breathlessly—but no!No!No!

Snape felt like he was going crazy.He leaned closer to Harry and called softly, as if he was afraid of waking up and disturbing his sweet dream lover: "Harry? Harry?"

no respond.

No response.

Snape stared intently at Harry's chest. 30 seconds, 1 minute, a minute and a half...

The chest rose and fell very slightly.

The nerves that were tense to the extreme were loosened all of a sudden, and Snape felt dizzy. He closed his eyes fiercely, and took all the potions that he had deliberately picked out at the beginning just in case. stand up.

He couldn't help thinking of Harry's last words - dying in his sleep.

No no, how is it possible?how can that be possible?There will be no more absurdity, absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible——

Snape uncapped the bottle, brought the mouth of the crystal bottle containing the potion to Harry's mouth, and spoke in the softest tone of his life - even though it was impossible for the person he was speaking to to hear.

"Harry, drink it, drink it..." he said, pouring all the potions in his hand into Harry's mouth.

A minute of waiting is like a century.

Snape stared at the person on the bed without blinking. It wasn't until he saw the other person's eyes open, until he heard the other person's voice, that he realized that the person on the bed was awake, he was still alive...he was still alive alive!

Snape was in a state of confusion.

He looked down, and saw that those beautiful emerald green eyes had grown a layer of dead gray, and their brilliance was gone.He also saw that this little brat, who had always been restless and could hardly settle down for a moment, was struggling to even open his mouth to speak... He heard his voice.

So low, so dry, as subtle as a whisper.

"...Am I dying?" Harry asked with difficulty.

He got no answer.

"Professor Snape..." Harry felt that he might not be able to say the next sentence.He felt pain, pain everywhere, and he also felt weak—a weakness that diminished even the pain.

He clearly felt the approach of death.

Is it over... now?Harry was in a daze.He should have no regrets... he met them, he got what he always wanted... though not enough... no, he shouldn't be greedy anymore, shouldn't he...

What's missing...he's got it all...he should be satisfied...

Harry opened his eyes.His vision was blurred, and he noticed that Snape's face was very close to him, but he could no longer see the other's expression clearly.

But this is not important.

Harry's mind was in turmoil. He felt that he wanted to say something to the other party - but what to say?He opened his eyes with difficulty, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

Snape seemed to say something to him.

Harry didn't hear it, but he felt his body suspended in the air, and his eyes flickered for a while, as if he was gently hugged.

As if someone had gently tugged at the heartstrings, Harry felt he understood something vaguely, but he had no strength left to really make sense of what he felt.

He could only use his last ounce of strength, grabbed the black sleeve in front of him, obeyed his heart, and said the word clearly and fluently: "Severus."

Snape trembled violently as if he had been struck by a curse while he was unprepared.But other than that, he didn't respond any more to this matter.

Because at the next moment, he saw clearly that the child in his arms closed his eyes.

His breathing stopped.

71. The Other Side of Happiness

Snape was silent for a moment.

"Harry?" he called softly, "Harry, don't be naughty, stop joking, it's not funny at all, you know, that's enough, don't be like that pompous Mad Potter..."

No one responded to him.

"That's enough, stop kidding, you know I can't take it," said Snape, looking at Harry, his tone slowly, little by little, weakening, "You know I can't take it, don't be like this , please, Please...don't do this...Harry..."

No one responded to him.

"No..." Snape choked out.Tears quickly gathered in his eyes and slid down his big hooked nose, "No, don't do this, please, everyone is fine, the Dark Lord doesn't care, help me, help me ..."

No one, no one, still no one responded to him!

Snape could no longer draw strength from anywhere.Harry, who was in his arms, collapsed on the bed, and he himself slid limply along the edge of the bed and knelt on the ground.He trembled and begged, a terrible thought suddenly emerged in his heart.

If you obey Voldemort, if you don't destroy the Horcrux...

Yes, yes, Harry must not be happy.Aha, that's how Dumbledore convinced him.

But he was dead--he was dead!

What does willingness matter?

he died.

I will never appear in front of you again, and I will never be able to express to you, no matter joy or pride, pain or anger.

Snape knew he shouldn't have thought about it.But the sudden thought seemed to take root in his heart, reminding him over and over again with sharp pain.

Snape stared blankly at Harry.

If Voldemort could show up...

His hand caressed that cold cheek.

There was no more pain in that face.He closed his eyes and looked peaceful, as if he was in a deep sleep.

Trembling, Snape leaned closer to that still immature face.He placed a kiss on the smooth forehead under the soft black hair.

If Voldemort can appear.

He is willing to crawl at the opponent's feet again.

Even into darkness, even into death.

Just pray for one person to enjoy the rest of his life in peace.

Even if they must oppose each other, until death takes one side away.

The night was quiet.

In a remote manor, violent gasps and moans of pain from the shadows became the main theme of this desolate and quiet manor.

It was a spacious room with no lights on.But then, with the moonlight coming in from the window, one could vaguely see two people staying in the room, a tall figure rolling on the bed, and painful roars came out from this figure.The other figure was very short. He shrank in a corner, trembling from time to time, looking terribly frightened.

The person who was writhing in pain on the bed obviously still had enough sanity.He gripped his wand firmly in one hand, and in between yells of uncontrollable pain, he gasped and said to someone else in the room: "Haha...hahaha... Dumbledore would never have guessed." Yes, that hypocritical guy who has been calculating all his life... he did me a big favor, a huge favor...those horcruxes, those damn horcruxes that bound me..."

"It's ridiculous, I can't destroy them..." The man panted, "From an unknown contract? You smart Gryffindor, those fools must not know that they lost the last life-saving treasure... Merlin Ah, I should really thank you... The foolish savior has not grown up from the past to the present... The enemy of the Dark Lord's fate? Haha... Maybe it is really fate... Fate told me to end your life..."

"Did you say so?" The man was still panting, moaning uncontrollably because of the severe pain.But his voice suddenly became sharp and cold.

"Master, master!" Another black figure in the room finally spoke out, his voice was trembling in panic.

The person on the bed sat up slowly but firmly.He said softly, "No, no, Wormtail, you can call me Mr. Riddle."

"Of course," the moonlight from the window shone on his face, and the handsome face with black hair and black eyes was exposed to the darkness.He twisted his face into a smile full of pleasure, which was weird and handsome, but what was more noticeable was the pair of deep, ambitious eyes.He said softly, "The Lord Voldemort will return."

"—the Dark Lord lives forever!"

Snape was sitting in the first-floor living room.

He was shivering with cold, but he didn't have the strength to light the fireplace, get up to get a piece of clothing to put on, or even cast himself a Warming Charm.

He thought about leaving.

But Harry was still upstairs.

And where can he go?

A green flame suddenly ignited in the fireplace, and Dumbledore's head appeared in it.The old man's expression was a little tense, and he asked hurriedly as soon as he appeared: "Severus, Harry—"

All his voice was lost under Snape's blank expression.

"Severus," Dumbledore called softly.

Snape didn't respond.

The old man in the flames closed his eyes.Then, without saying anything, he just disappeared.

The house in the slums was once again dead silent.

Snape was still sitting where he was, the strength in his body was slowly disappearing, and he didn't think he could stand up anymore...but who cares?

Snape thought indifferently.

It's all good, it doesn't matter what you do, just let him be like this, let him be alone, just stay like this.

"Professor Snape?"

A hesitant voice reached Snape's ears.

Snape almost sneered.

Oh look, what more?At this point, are you still unwilling to let him go?He saw with his own eyes what he liked - saw the one he loved stop breathing...

And he didn't even tell the other party his mind.

What else?

Snape asked himself.

Severus, are you so fragile that you're hallucinating?

But the voice harassed him persistently.

Snape was utterly annoyed, he looked viciously in the direction of the voice, and—

"Snape...Professor?" Harry, who didn't know why he woke up, stared blankly at Snape. He propped his body down mainly to find answers to the other party, but it seemed that the other party seemed to be more... ...uh, more incredible?

Snape's lips quivered.

Harry hesitated for a moment, he felt that Snape's attitude was very wrong.He approached each other worriedly: "Professor? Are you okay?"

Snape couldn't speak at all, he tried to touch the person in front of him with trembling hands, but he couldn't touch because of the violent trembling several times in succession.

His expression was almost desperate.

Harry felt his heart twitch violently.He couldn't help thinking of what he had seen in the memory of the other party, the despair he showed when he begged Dumbledore because of Lily, but was rejected by Dumbledore.

But now, the despair he showed seems to be much more than that moment...

Every time he thought about it afterwards, Harry didn't know why he did what he did.

But in fact, at this moment, Harry did it without hesitation: he stepped forward, hugged each other hard and firmly, letting the bodies fit into each other, letting the heartbeat merge together.

He said clearly in his ear:

"Severus."

72. The banquet at Malfoy's house...

It is a sunny afternoon.There has just been a heavy snowfall, and the whiteness has added a heavy white hat to the house and the ground. At a glance, even the usually unattractive Spider's End Alley is just like the description in a fairy tale: full of Clean and pure breath.

It has been a week since Dumbledore destroyed the Horcrux, because Harry got in touch with Dumbledore in time, so only Dumbledore and Snape knew that Harry had stopped breathing.

Among the two people who knew it, after seeing Snape's distraught appearance that night, Harry felt unprecedented guilt towards Snape.

The reason why he chose these two people to know everything is half because they both have a keen heart and are strong enough.He felt that they were enough to bear this (he had never thought of telling Ildraco, or even Lily James Sirius or anything, he could imagine how much torture they would suffer), and the other half was because of their They are the first to perceive and take the initiative to understand the truth.

Things can develop to the present point, it is hard to say whether Dumbledore and Snape are more proactive, or Harry is more proactive - of course, from the time when he took the initiative to tell Dumbledore about Voldemort until now, even if he almost died Never being able to open his eyes again, Harry never regretted it.

He was just very guilty.For Snape.

He has always regarded him as the previous man who exhausted all his emotions and was indestructible from the inside to the outside.

However, in fact, the current Snape may still have a strong and indifferent heart, but it is far from reaching the previous hard and cold point.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

But it was also like this, which made Harry realize how cruel what he had done to Snape.

He's almost forcing him to sit back and watch the child he loves die.

He was almost forcing him to strangle the child with his own hands.

However, "children"...Harry, who was half lying on the sofa, trembled because of this word. He looked at his hands and feet that had not grown yet, and muttered weakly: "God... How long will it take me?" to grow up?"

Snape's cold voice came from behind him:

"Obviously another five and a half years, so if you want to go to something dangerous again—" He came over with the potion and smiled noncommittally, "I remember Mr. Ravens saying very clearly that you're not' So important', isn't it?"

Harry shrank his limbs and opened his eyes wide, trying to soften Snape with his pitiful gaze.

It's a pity that Snape was completely unmoved: "Today's portion." He pushed the potion in hand in front of Harry.

Harry leaned back almost reflexively, carefully looking at the small bottle of potion in front of him: "The taste of this bottle..."

"Your poor professor didn't end up dying twice in three days," Snape said softly. "I don't think Mr. Ravens would have offered to taste it for himself to his totally free-spirited professor who knew the effects of the medicine. Then change the flavor of the potion to strawberry, apple...is this true? It's the request of a four-year-old, right?"

Too vicious!Harry burst into tears after being accurately poked for a heart attack.He had reason to believe that Snape must have been revenge for the hug that night - otherwise what kind of potion smelled like rotten swamp mud?

Snape waited a moment.He raised his eyebrows: "It seems that Mr. Ravens feels that he has fully recovered?"

"No, no," said Harry weakly, and he picked up the glass bottle, uncapped it, held his breath, drank it in one gulp, and then—

"Huh?" Harry looked surprised, he touched his throat and cheeks unconsciously—it didn't smell like anything?

Snape saw everything in his eyes, he snorted happily, sat down and said, "Whose letter?"

"Oh." Harry's attention was immediately diverted, and he waved the letter in his hand: "Draco's, invite me to Malfoy's banquet in three days."

Snape knew this because another invitation, written by Lucius, was in his study.What he wanted to know was another letter lying on the table.

He didn't wait too long, Harry pointed to the letter on the table and said, "Il sent it, inviting me to travel with them."

Snape said calmly, "Oh?"

Harry went on with no scheming: "But I just declined." He spread his hands, "Obviously I'm not suitable for long-distance travel at the moment."

Snape didn't deny that he felt pleasure again, but he didn't let it show up: "What about Draco?"

This time Harry hesitated.He asked, "Should we go?"

"Your current body is not suitable." Snape said bluntly, "You need more rest and recuperate slowly."

Harry understood this clearly, otherwise he wouldn't have hesitated.but……

"I think Draco has made up his mind to find me." He showed Snape the letter, then pointed to the suit thrown in the corner, "Even the dress is ready... me and Draco There is a small problem," Harry sighed, "this time the invitation is mostly for a formal conversation that is not too awkward, if you don't go...it's not good."

Harry said he fumbled with his hair, giving his otherwise limp black locks a tendency to curl up.

Snape said nothing more.

As Dumbledore once reminded him, he cannot and should not ignore the fact that the person in front of him is not an ordinary child.

He has long been able to make up his own mind, and has long since had his own.

As one of the ancient families with profound heritage in the magic world, Malfoy's manor has always been the envy of many small and medium families.

——In fact, it is indeed very beautiful, both in terms of scenery in the usual sense, and in terms of the perfect magical defense hidden under the surface, but sometimes more alluring.

The banquet officially started at eight o'clock.This is just an ordinary banquet held by Malfoy—every one or two months, several ancient and influential pure-blood families will always hold such banquets in turn, in order to maintain the existing contact, and to Discover new relationships—but there are many influential figures among the crowd, and even the current Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge, also showed up, which shows the influence of the name Malfoy in the magical world.

But these have nothing to do with Harry for the time being. He stood in the corner drinking milk without a sip—thanks to the hard work of the house elves—from time to time to look at Draco who was surrounded by a group of pure-blood children, and occasionally looked at Looking at Snape with a straight face, nodding or shaking his head at several nobles.

To be honest, Harry found it quite interesting - you must know that he never thought that Snape would be so popular at the banquet, after all, um... Even if Snape is not as cold and hard as before. , but he will never be an easy person to get close to, will he?

But the other party is also the youngest master of potions, and has the identity of a Hogwarts professor... Harry thought about it, and realized what he had overlooked - Snape's identity is certainly not worth compared to Malfoy or Fudge. As far as the wizarding world is concerned, the only school professor in the UK who is also the dean of Slytherin and the master of potions, is worth making friends no matter what.

Lamps lit with dense candles hung from the ceiling, illuminating the hall brightly.

"Harry." Draco got rid of the crowd, and came to the corner where Harry was.

Harry turned his head away, and said with a narrow smile, "I thought you fell in love with that little brown-haired girl—you've been chatting together for a long time just now."

Draco gave Harry a strange look, and said slowly, "Harry..."

Harry was a little strange, and at the same time saw the "little brown-haired girl" in his mouth walking towards here, and he said to Draco, "Come to see you?"

"About this—" Draco looked at Harry, and then at the little girl walking over, with a strange expression on his face.

That's when the girl came in front of the two of them - she looked only 11 years old, was as tall as Harry, with a round face, single eyelids, short eyelashes, big sky blue eyes, a little freckles around the tip of her nose, herself Maybe not happy with this, but those freckles actually make her look very cute and cute.

"Harry? Ravens?" the little girl called Harry crisply, and finally giggled.

Harry was a little confused: "Um... yes, we know each other?"

"Of course we'll get to know each other," said the girl slyly, and then she leaned forward and kissed Harry on the cheek when Harry was completely unsuspecting.

The soft, feathery touch brushed his cheeks, and Harry was completely dumbfounded. He shook the glass in his hand violently, and half a glass of milk spilled on the dress robes of himself and the girl in front of him.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she raised her skirt, a little jerky but gracefully saluted for the first time: "Rose? Chris greets you."

Harry was so embarrassed that he stuttered and didn't know what to say.

This 11-year-old girl seemed to find it interesting. She pursed her lips, tried her best to suppress the sharply raised corners of her lips, and nodded gracefully at Draco before turning her head and running back to the girl she was staying with before. by my side.

There was another burst of vague laughter and bold peeps, Draco raised his hand and shook it in front of Harry: "Now you know who is attracted to whom?"

Harry almost leaned against the wall: "God..." He reached out to wipe his face in disbelief, "I was just joking..."

"Do you think that Rose is serious?" Draco shrugged, he looked around, and took Harry two steps to the corner, "Hey, it's just a..." Draco was obviously distressed Yu how to describe it, "Well, interesting thing. You know that in order to maintain the bloodline, there are not many choices between us, right?"

"What does that have to do with me?" said Harry angrily.

"Of course it matters," Draco said. "Generally, we will choose a formal partner before graduation, but not every partner is satisfactory. What can we do? We have to find someone we are satisfied with in advance." La."

"So I've been played?" Harry asked.

"It's a bit of a gentleman." Draco said solemnly, "You didn't behave very well just now, I bet you got deducted points from that girl."

"I wish I could score zero." Harry said angrily, annoyed and funny, and finally he could only vent his anger and wipe his cheeks again, and took out his wand to clean his milk-stained robes.

Draco wisely stopped discussing the subject.He said, "Harry, you know I've come for you—well, for what?"

"Of course," said Harry, his anger subsided, and he looked at Draco, "I suppose you have something to say to me, maybe... about Il?"

"Exactly." Draco smiled dryly.The name made his look sullen and angry. "I think we should have an honest talk. I gotta say, Harry, you can't be so cunning—what are you doing, Crabbe?"

Draco suddenly raised his voice in dissatisfaction, and shouted at his follower who came closer.

Harry and Draco looked at Crabbe together.

Crabbe said stupidly, "Draco, Mr. Malfoy called you over."

"My dad?" Draco muttered, he was a little discouraged, "Okay, we'll talk later, we have to make things clear today, Harry..." He threw away the glass of drink in his hand, turned and followed Crabbe go outside.

Harry suddenly raised his voice, "Draco!"

Draco turned his head back, "Huh—"

Before finishing a word, Harry and Crabbe suddenly drew out his wand.

"Armor protection!"

"Avada—"

Two different beams of magic shot at Draco from the tip of Harry and Crabbe's wand, Harry threw himself and knocked Draco away, the green light grazed Harry's shoulder and shot to the floor, Draco fell to the ground Completely stupefied, Harry had pointed his wand at Crabbe the moment he rolled to the floor, and he yelled, "Petrify all—Petrify all! Watch out! Watch out! Someone's under the Imperius Curse!"

Screams sounded at the same time, the hall became chaotic at an alarming speed, everyone was pushing and jostling, Fudge who had just appeared fled Malfoy Manor at the fastest speed under the protection of Aurors, the hostess of the banquet, Narcissa, had a look on her face. Pale and panicked, she wanted to run over, but countless people running out pushed her and blocked her. Mr. Malfoy yelled angrily, trying to maintain his majesty, but at this moment, even if it was Crabbe and Goyle, who had always been attached to the Malfoy family, were not by his side either—one of them squeezed towards his child like Narcissa, and the other was still ignorant