Chapter 32: Crisis

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"Oops, that's wonderful!" After Harry had demonstrated a perfect Boggart expulsion spell, the examiner, Professor Tofody, exclaimed, "That's great! Potter, your injuries did not affect your cousin. ”

Professor Tofodi continued, "I'll give you a high score, but maybe you'd like to get some extra points? ”

The short Professor Marchbon was a little upset, "Tofody, I thought you'd seen enough, Jack. Hasn't Silver's Patronus satisfied you yet? ”

"Of course not." "But I heard that Potter had learned the Patronus Charm when he was in third grade, and of course I was curious to see how far he could go. ”

Harry raised his wand and imagined Silver being knocked to the ground and begging for mercy.

"Divine Guard!" His silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand and slowly ran through the Great Hall.

Professor Tofodi applauded enthusiastically with his hands with protruding blood vessels and tangled skin.

"Excellent!" "It's still a bit of a gap compared to Silver, though, because your happiness isn't pure enough." You've done a good job though, Potter, and you're good to go! ”

"I don't see how good it is." Professor Marchy muttered, "Besides, he's a mess of divination, and he said I should have died last week." ”

"Alright, March, don't let the kids see our jokes." Professor Tofodi couldn't help but laugh, "Potter, you go quickly, don't worry about Professor March's low grade, she's just talking." ”

Harry was a little distraught, but then he was in no mood to think about it, and the scar on his forehead began to ache so much that it overshadowed the wound that Glopp had left on him.

Harry fell headlong and rolled to the ground.

Professor Tofodi was shocked, "Come on, look at this kid." ”

Professor Marchband muttered, "Young people nowadays really don't have any psychological capacity, and they faint with fright. I haven't said I'm going to give him a low score. ”

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Harry knew he was in that weird dream again, and he knew full well that Voldemort had realized something that Harry was thinking with him. He was supposed to keep his brain closed, but unfortunately, Harry didn't learn anything about the Occlumency technique that Snape had taught him.

He was standing in a dark room with a black figure lying on the floor.

The black figure on the floor moved slightly. Harry saw a hand with long, white fingers clutching a wand and raising it at the end of his arm. Hear that sharp, cold voice say, "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" ”

The man on the floor screamed in pain, and he tried to stand up, but writhed and fell. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned and stopped moving.

"There is a limit to my patience. Sirius. Blake, your brother stole my stuff. ”

The man on the ground, his arms trembling, lifted his shoulders a few inches very slowly, and lifted his head. His face was bloodstained, haggard, and twisted in pain, but he still had a resolute and unyielding look.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sirius whispered. "Isn't Regulus your most loyal subordinate? He died inexplicably, he stole your stuff? It's a lot of fun. ”

"It's not interesting at all, Sirius. That thing is very important to me. Voldemort's voice was cruel and vicious, "My biggest mistake was trusting a bunch of guys I shouldn't have trusted, but that's okay, I'm going to make them pay." Regulus died. But that thing won't go away, Sirius, you're his brother, a member of the Order of the Phoenix. If Regulus were against me, there's no reason why he wouldn't give you this thing, hand it over. I'll give you a decent death. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about, but it's clear that Regulus did a good thing before he died." Sirius laughed, "I'm so proud of my weak-tempered fool brother, who didn't die as a Death Eater at the hands of the Aurors, he died against you!" ”

"Sirius, are you going to fight to the end? Maybe I can change your mind by arresting Potter? Voldemort's serpent face was angry, "Your dear godson's wail may soften you." ”

"You're either going to kill me." Sirius closed his eyes, "You don't have the power to hold Harry right now. ”

"There's no doubt I'm going to do it eventually." The cold voice said, "But before you kill you and Potter, you have to bring that thing to me, Blake." Do you think that's all you feel in pain? Why don't you think again? We've got a few hours left and no one can hear you scream. ”

"You'll kill me, Voldemort."

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

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"I'm not going, I don't need to go to the school hospital, I don't want to-"

Harry spoke sharply, trying to break free from Professor Tofodi, who had been helping Harry out into the foyer under the watchful eyes of the students around him, and was now looking at him with great concern.

"I'm fine, Mr. Xianyi," Harry stammered, wiping the sweat from his face, "Really, I just fainted by accident because of the injuries on my body. ”

"You have to be stronger, Harry, there are always people we can't compare." The old wizard said sympathetically, "You have to open your mind. ”

He shuddered and patted Harry on the shoulder, "It's all right, young man, it's all right!" Okay, have a glass of ice water, and then you're going back to the auditorium? ”

"Yes," said Harry excitedly, "I mean I'm going to go back now." ”

"Very well, very well," said the old wizard gently, "but I would advise you to go back to the dormitory and lie down." ”

"I will," Harry said, nodding forcefully, "thank you very much." ”

Professor Tofodi turned and left, and the exam was still ongoing. Harry's mood had turned terrible - Sirius had been captured by Voldemort and was now being tortured. Voldemort wanted to pry Sirius open and retrieve something important from him. But now that Professor Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall is in St. Mungo's Hospital, who should he go to? Who can contact Professor Dumbledore right away? (To be continued......)

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