Aitch was now lying on the dismembered shelf, sick and uncomfortable, and so many disarming charms, though not fatal, were like tearing down his bones. With his eyes closed, Aitch could hear the sound of Peter approaching, and he stepped on the shattered crystal ball, crackling.

The door was booming, and Dumbledore seemed to be in a hurry, and every attack could use the door to knock some dust flying.

"Hurry up." Voldemort urges Peter.

"Yes, master." Peter answered timidly, reached for the chain around Edge's neck, pulled it out, and along the chain, he saw the vial.

"Hey, don't mess with other people's things." Aitch spoke suddenly, startling Peter.

Aitch put his hand on Peter's hand holding the soul fragment.

Don't think I'm going to sit still, I have one last resort, Aitch thought.

The Disarming Charm knocks away the wand and Gryffindor's sword, but that doesn't mean wizards can't cast spells.

Peter was in pain and reflexively let go. A scorching smell of flesh emanated from his hands, and when he touched it, a flame ignited.

Peter shook his hands in pain, and sparks flew in all directions, scattering in all directions like a prairie fire. Just now, Aitch fell, smashing into the shelves where the objects were kept, and they fell one by one like dominoes, and they fell to the ground with a bang, and they joined together. At this time, Aitch set them on fire, and all of a sudden, the flames shook with a heavy shadow.

Edge's move simulates the magic rampage of the six-year-old, and now he is not comparable to the one he was back then, and the fire caused by the quality and quantity of magic is that Voldemort can't think of a way to solve it in a short time, after all, he still has to spend more energy to prevent Dumbledore from attacking.

Voldemort got rid of Aitch's arms as soon as he came in, because he didn't want to be attacked on his back. I didn't expect Aitch to play so big and turn the whole room into a sea of fire, not even caring that he and Harry were still inside.

The presence of the fire attracted a lot of energy from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and in order to suppress the fire, they had to devote their energies to facing the immediate worries.

As a result, the "foresight" quickly turned into an even greater "near-concern" - the first to break in was a fiery red phoenix, and Fawkes flew in, chanting to the beautiful music, and bent forward with its golden paws, and threw itself into the fire.

Aitch was in worse shape than he had been then, for he was lying in the middle of a pile of scattered logs, and the fire was ablaze, and he was the second to suffer besides Peter.

The badly injured Aitch was dazed, as if he had heard fairy music in his ears, and then a warm comfort, except for the fire on his body, his body was light, as if lying on a soft bed, and he fell asleep shallowly......

When Aitch woke up, his face was still covered with gauze, revealing only his mouth, nose, and eyes; He tried to move his limbs, but he was still sound. He blinked, the ceiling was high, and the air smelled of medicine.

"Master, you're awake!" Twinkle blinking bat-like eyes, bloodshot inside. Her excitement alarmed Elwin, who was hanging on Aitch, and crawled onto Aitch's chest, tickling Aitch's cheek.

"I'll go find Madame Pomry." Sparkle vanishes with a teleport.

Mrs. Pomri wore a white nurse's uniform and carefully examined Edge, "The situation is much better, and I will be discharged from the hospital after two weeks." ”

"Madame Pomrui, how many days have I been sleeping?" Aitch asked.

"A few days? Oh, it's time for you to ask how many weeks of sleep. Madame Pomri was a little angry, "I've never seen a student so badly injured, and Dumbledore shouldn't have let you go to that kind of place." Five or six bones are broken, at what age will there be a magic rampage? ”

Mrs. Pang Rui saw that Ai Qi closed her eyes again, knowing that the patient should have a good rest, she was also concerned so she complained, "Okay, don't think too much, just rest well." ”

Twinkle sat next to the hospital bed, peeled off an orange, removed the orange shreds on it and fed it to Aitch and Erwin, "The master has slept for nineteen days, and Mr. Potter has only suffered a slight injury, because of the petrification charm, his breathing and heartbeat have decreased a lot, and he only smokes a little cigarette, so he will be fine after staying for a day." ”

"The master should thank the great phoenix, the phoenix has never been afraid of fire, it is the ...... that saved the master from the fire"

"Where's my stuff?" Aitch interrupted the glittering babbling.

"Master's stuff?" Twinkle reacted, "Oh, did the master mean wands?" Luckily, the wand was made of phoenix tail feathers and sycamore wood, so it wasn't burned out much. Twinkle sent it to Mr. Ollivanders' shop to fix it, and it was repaired in an instant. ”

"And what about the bottle around my neck?" Aitch said hello directly, otherwise Twilight might not have remembered.

"I took the bottle." Dumbledore walked into the school infirmary, answering for Twilight.

"Good afternoon, Edge, Twilight." Dumbledore greeted, "And you, Elwyn." ”

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore." Aitch replied, and Twilight quickly got up and moved the stool behind Dumbledore.

"No need." Dumbledore thanked Twinkle for his kindness. "Lady Pomri said that you are recovering well. Then we are relieved. ”

Dumbledore said, "Thanks to you, we have won a great victory. Although Voldemort was still allowed to escape, most of the people around him had already been caught. "Dumbledore gave the first credit to Edge, because he sensed Voldemort's intention and organized the ambush.

"What's going on?" This shouldn't have happened in Edge's mind!

"I can't help it." Dumbledore sighed, "The people from the Ministry of Magic are vying for merit and rushing in; There was also a fire burning, and the smoke was so smoky that people could not open their eyes, so he took advantage of the chaos and led some people to escape. ”

"Let's talk about the news." Aitch closed his eyes, and suddenly he felt really tired.

But other than that, everything else is good news.

"Well," Dumbledore said, "the Ministry of Magic did wait for a group of Death Eaters in the place where Voldemort's letter was written, and they brought Sirius and Stoji with them. ”

"Oh." Aitch guessed that Voldemort was afraid that Harry would really hide from everyone, so he asked him to take Black to the appointment, but he fell into the trap of the Ministry of Magic.

"Sirius has been placed at St. Mungo's Hospital, and he has some mental problems because of the Heart Curse, but he should be discharged before you."

"Also, Peter Pettigrew made you burn a hand with fire. When the fire grew, he hid in a corner, only to miss the bus where Voldemort had fled with his people. Speaking of this, Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh a little.

Dumbledore brought up the handling of the soul shards, "Since Sirius was also saved, I used Gryffindor's sword to cook that bottle. When you're ready, get rid of Harry's one as soon as possible, lest you have too many nights. ”

Aitch nodded slightly, "I made a note of it." ”

"That's good." Dumbledore was much more relieved, "I should go, or our head nurse will be kicked out." ”

"By the way," Dumbledore asked, as he was about to leave, "did you feel anything special about your injury this time?" ”

Aitch still closed his eyes, paused, and suddenly opened them, "You mean this is a matter of life and death?" ”

Dumbledore carefully observed Aitch's reaction and replied, "It's just that I think so, life and death can come in many forms. You have experienced life and death this time, and it stands to reason that there should be no problem, but if you say no, that is, you have not passed. ”

Hearing this, Ai Qi carefully recalled, and felt that there was really nothing special except for sleeping for a long time.

"Then when I didn't say it, don't think about it, take your time." Dumbledore repeated the advice he had given to Edge.