When Harry and the Death Eaters exchanged spells, Hagrid turned the car around and walked in a "Z" shape, which felt like a lightning bolt, but the problem was that Hagrid's appearance didn't match the current situation.

But Harry knew that because his seat was not safe, in fact, Hagrid would not dare to use the flamethrower anymore, otherwise it would be Harry who would be the first to meet the sanctions.

In fact, Harry was constantly casting the Stun Charm on the Death Eaters behind him, and on several occasions Harry almost knocked them off the broomstick.

A Death Eater's turban fell off while evading Harry's magic, and through the red glow of the unconscious magic, Harry saw Stansampak's unusually pale face

"Get rid of your weapons!" Harry cried out.

"That's him, Harry Potter, he's the real one!" the turbaned Death Eater's shout even drowned out the roar of the motorcycle engine, and in a few moments, both Death Eaters retreated without a trace.

"What's going on, Harry?" Hagrid asked, "where have they gone?"

"I don't know!" Harry's voice trembled, and he was a little scared, as the hooded Death Eater said, "That's him!"

This affirmative tone made Harry very uneasy, how could he know, and ...... That face...... Stan Sampark?

He looked at the endless darkness around him, which made Harry feel a hint of danger, where were they? He turned to face forward, clutching Hagrid's clothes.

"Hagrid, do that flamethrower again, we need to get out of here!"

"Hold on, Harry, then!" Hagrid replied loudly, accompanied by another deafening roar, and a blast of whitish blue flames erupted from the vent. Harry felt as if he was sliding behind his seat, and Harry had to hold on to Hagrid's clothes or he would be baptized in flames, but luckily, Hagrid grabbed him firmly from behind with one hand, and controlled the handlebars as much as he could.

For the first time, Harry was glad that Hagrid was a giant, and if he was driving now, it would have been a blessing not to throw himself out.

"I think we got rid of them, Harry, and we made it!" Hagrid exclaimed excitedly.

But Harry wasn't reassured, he kept looking left and right, still worried about the pursuer who was nowhere to go. Why did they retreat? One of them still had a wand...... It's him...... He's the one who really ...... After he gets rid of Stan's weapon, they're right.

"We're coming, Harry, we're going to make it!" Hagrid exclaimed. Harry felt the bike drop a little, even though the lights on the ground were still as distant as the stars in the sky.

Suddenly, his scar suddenly burned like a fire, and just then, a Death Eater appeared on either side of the motorcycle. Two death curses flying from behind almost hit Harry.

Harry turned his head and saw Voldemort flying towards him like smoke in the wind...... There was no riding a broomstick or riding a Thestrals. His serpentine countenance shone with a sinister light.

His pale fingers raised his wand again! Hagrid let out a scream of terror as he drove his motorcycle almost vertically.

Harry clutched Hagrid's clothes tightly and casually cast a stun spell into the endless darkness behind him.

Suddenly, Harry saw a figure pass by him, and he knew he had shot one, but after a loud bang, the motorcycle's engine sparked, and the car spun completely out of control, spinning and falling through the air.

Green light whizzed past them, and Harry lost his sense of direction. The scar was still burning in pain, and he felt like he could die at any moment.

A hooded figure appeared a few feet beside him on a broomstick, and he saw the figure raise his hand......

"No!" Hagrid snarled and jumped from his bike to the Death Eater, startling him, and Harry watched as Hagrid and the Death Eater disappeared from his vision...... The broom couldn't hold Hagrid and the Death Eaters.

It's all over!

Harry thought to himself a little desperately,

He had no idea that Voldemort was there, only to see another Death Eater fall suddenly, followed by "Avada ......"

The intense pain of the scar kept Harry from opening his eyes, and his wand began to move on its own. He felt the wand tug at his hand as if it were drawn to a magnet, and then his half-open eyes saw a burst of golden light, along with shattering and angry shouts.

The rest of the Death Eaters were in a mess, Voldemort yelling "No!" and somehow Harry found him so close to the button of the flamethrower. He pressed it down with his hand that wasn't holding his wand, and the motorcycle shot a large amount of flames, crashing to the ground.

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted desperately as he grabbed his motorcycle, "Hagrid is flying!"

Obviously, the Flying Charm is not very reliable to work on a wizard, not to mention, Hagrid is still a giant.

The speed of the motorcycle is getting faster and faster, and it is running straight towards the ground. Harry's vision was blocked by the handlebars, and now he couldn't see anything but the lights that were getting closer.

Harry was about to fall to pieces, and there was nothing he could do. Another shout came from behind him, "Selwyn, give me your wand, quick!"

Before Voldemort found him, Harry had felt it. He looked into the voice, staring straight into the red eyes, sure it was the last thing he would ever see in his life.

Voldemort was about to cast a spell on him, and the dark red light converged in the sky like his eyes...... At that moment, Voldemort suddenly vanished, accompanied by a slightly distorted light and shadow, which looked like an explosion, but Harry didn't hear a sound.

Harry looked down and saw Hagrid lying on the ground beneath him like a "big" figure. Harry tried to steer the car so as not to hit him, but as he fumbled for the brakes, the motorcycle crashed with a loud bang, and Harry fell into a quagmire with the bike.

"Hagrid?" Harry struggled to his feet in the wreckage of metal and leather, his palms sinking into the mud with a single blow.

He couldn't figure out where Voldemort had gone, and he thought that maybe Voldemort would attack him from the darkness at any moment.

Something warm and damp dripped down his chin and forehead, and he crawled out of the mud and stumbled towards the large, dark shadow on the ground, which was Hagrid.

"Hagrid, Hagrid, tell me a word......"

But the big black guy didn't move.

"Who's there? Is it Potter? Are you Harry Potter?" Harry didn't recognize the voice, and then a woman cried out, "They're falling." Ted: Fell in the garden!"

Harry felt dizzy.

"Hagrid," he repeated mechanically, feeling as if his knees were being clasped and unable to move.

When Harry came to his senses, he felt like he was lying on top of something like a cushion, his ribs and right arm aching, his broken teeth growing back, and the scar on his forehead still throbbing.

"Hagrid?" Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying on the couch in a strange room, with the lights on, and his wet rucksack covered in mud and thrown on the ground not far from him. A blond-haired, pot-bellied man was staring at him anxiously.

"Hagrid is fine, child", said the man, "my wife is taking care of him." What do you think? Is there any other injury? I helped you treat your ribs, your teeth and your arms. By the way, I'm Ted, Ted Tonks, Dora's father. ”

Harry sat up sharply, the light shining on his eyes, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Voldemort ......"

"Relax, don't worry now," Ted Tonks said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and leaning back on the mat, "You didn't fall lightly, what the hell happened?Did something wrong with the motorcycle? Did Arthur Weasley do something he couldn't do on his own, him and his Muggle ingenuity?"

"No," Harry said, his scar aching as if it were cracked. "Death Eaters, lots of Death Eaters...... In pursuit of us ......"

"Death Eaters?" Ted's voice suddenly sharpened, "What do you mean, Death Eaters? I thought they didn't know we were going to transfer you tonight, I thought ......"

"They got it. Harry said.

Ted Tonks looked up at the ceiling, as if his gaze could penetrate into the sky outside.

"Well, we know our protective charms were still in effect then, aren't they? they shouldn't be able to get a hundred meters around you from any direction. ”

Now Harry understood that Voldemort had disappeared the moment the motorcycle crashed into the Order of the Phoenix's protective charm. All he wanted now was that the spells still worked: he imagined Voldemort watching from a hundred meters in the air as Harry was protected by a huge transparent orb, watching their conversation while looking for any gaps to get in.

However, the feeling of discord reminded Harry that the spell was not resistant, and he felt as if he was about to tear apart when exposed to Voldemort's threat.

The wand saved him again?

Harry moved his leg off the couch, he had to see it with his own eyes to believe Hagrid was safe.

However, before Harry could stand up, the door opened, and Hagrid squeezed in through the door, his face stained with blood and mud, miraculously alive despite a slight limp.

"Harry!" Hagrid knocked over two delicate tables and a pot of spider cucumbers, and stepped across the room in two steps, hugging Harry tightly in his arms, nearly crushing his newfound ribs.

"Ah, Harry, how did you get out? I thought we'd both be done now. ”

"Well, me too. I didn't expect ......" Harry paused as he saw a woman enter the room behind Hagrid.

"You!" he shouted, quickly reaching into his pocket to get his wand, but it was empty.

"Your wand is here, kid," Ted reminded, placing his wand on Harry's arm. "When it drops next to you, I'll pick it up, this ...... It's my wife. ”

"Oh, I...... I'm sorry. Mrs. Tonks entered the room, and now she did not look so striking like her sister, Bellatrix: she had soft light brown hair, and her eyes looked thicker and friendlier. But because of Harry's shouting, she looked a little arrogant.

"How is our daughter?" she asked, "Hagrid said you were ambushed, where is Nymphadora?"

"I don't know," Harry replied truthfully. "We don't know what happened to the others, Tonks is going in the opposite direction from us, but Kingsley is covering......"

She and Ted glanced at each other, seeing their expressions, a mixture of fear and guilt gripping Harry.

If anyone dies, it's all his fault, it's all his fault. It was he who agreed to the plan and gave them his hair......

"The portkey," he remembered suddenly, "we must go back to the Burrow...... Then we'll get you the news, or...... Or Tonks will deliver you a letter herself, as long as she ......"

"Dora will be fine, Domida," Ted comforted, "she is well aware of her abilities, and has followed the Aurors many times in life and death. The portkey is here," he said to Harry, "and it will leave in three minutes, if you want to use it." ”

"Yes, we have to go. Harry said. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "I ......," he said, looking at Mrs. Tonks, and tried to apologize for putting her in such a panicked situation, for which he felt he was taking great responsibility, but he could not think of a word that sounded less hypocritical. "I'll tell Tonks...... Dora...... Whoever sent the letter, wait for her to reply...... Thank you for saving us, thank you for everything, I ......"

He was glad to have finally left the room and followed Ted Tonks through a short hallway into a bedroom. Hagrid followed, hunched over to keep his head from hitting the doorbeam.

"There, kid, that's the portkey. Mr. Tonks said, pointing to a small silver back comb on the dresser. "Thank you," Harry said, holding out a finger on the comb, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute," Hagrid said, looking around. "Harry, where is Hedwig?"

She ...... She was hit," Harry said. The realization nearly broke him: tears stung his eyes, and he was ashamed of himself. The owl was his companion, an important link between him and the wizarding world whenever he was forced to return to the Dursleys.

Hagrid reached out a large hand and patted him on the shoulder in pain. "Don't be sad," he said in a rough voice, "don't be sad. She lived a long and great life......"