Chapter 275: A Stupid Woman?

He hadn't given Hermione and Ron a solemn thank you for always being with him, someone no one cared about and no one liked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He also needs to give special thanks to George, who owes him a lot of money and favors that he would have had to work for for his entire life to pay it back. But now, he's dead, and he's not going to have anything back, which is very bad.

He also needed to repent, and everyone had high hopes for him, and he even boasted that he would kill Voldemort. As a result, he died in a Quidditch match before he could see Voldemort.

If you know, he was in a Quidditch match, saw a Dementor, and was so frightened that he fell off his broomstick. From a height of 100 feet above the ground, he fell to pieces. Others would have died laughing, and if Voldemort had laughed to death, he might have been able to alleviate some of his repentance.

The world after death was silent and silent, cold and cold, and Harry was no stranger to it.

His mind was still clear, and he remembered clearly that he was looking for the Golden Snitch in the storm, and he had found the golden lightning bolt. It was then that a familiar and terrible cold snap hit him.

If it was on the ground, if it was with a wand in his hand, Harry believed that he would have fared much better, even if there were a hundred Dementors in the last image he saw.

He believed that he only needed to hold on a little longer, and George and the teachers would be able to react and help him. But he couldn't hold on, and the hundred Dementors were like a hundredfold magnified cold, and their terrifying faces under their turbans seemed to be facing him.

The coldness invaded his heart directly, tearing open his internal organs, and he heard the voice again, clearer than before, as if whispering in his ear.

A woman, no, not a woman, that's his mother. Harry already knew that this was what happened to her mother before she died.

These were memories of his infancy, they were almost completely gone, and he couldn't remember them himself. But Dementors are able to read memories from people's minds that they have completely forgotten.

His mother pleaded, saying, "Don't hurt Harry, don't hurt Harry, please, you can do anything." ”

Another cold and terrible voice, "Go, you stupid woman, if you don't want to die." ”

"Don't hurt Harry, please, take me away, kill me. Harry's mother, said in a grief-stricken voice.

"Don't hurt Harry, be merciful, be merciful. Harry's mother pleaded desperately.

The cold voices were laughing, Harry's mother was screaming, and then everything was gone, leaving nothing but coldness and darkness.

Harry felt something come out, wet, he subconsciously touched it, he touched his tears, he woke up.

"I'm not dead?" Harry froze.

"Harry, you're awake. Fred shouted with joy.

Everyone gathered around, and they were talking about the events of the time, and expressing their concern in a chaotic manner.

"I thought you were going to die, I just don't know how to react. ”

"It's the scariest thing I've ever seen. ”

"You're seventy feet off the ground, but George saved you. ”

Harry listened to them in a daze, he was still in a trance, his whole body aching, as if he had been beaten. The words of friends came in his left ear and came out of his right ear, but the full care remained in his heart.

He felt the warmth in his body, the blood began to move again, he really wasn't dead, or rather, he was alive.

The Gryffindor players were covered in mud from head to toe, and they were surrounding Harry, gossiping about the game. Harry looked at them without saying a word, and was silent.

About fifteen minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told her teammates that Harry needed to rest.

"We'll see you next time. Fred whispered, "Rest well, everything will be fine." ”

The teammates were gone, leaving a trail of mud in their wake, and Madam Pomfrey angrily closed the door as they left, looking unhappy, and muttered, "This dangerous event should be canceled." ”

Ron and Hermione gathered around, and they gently patted Harry, conveying a hint of warmth and concern.

"I thought I was dead, I remember I fell off my broomstick and then what happened?" Harry asked in a dry voice, opening his mouth.

"It's George, George saved you. Hermione said with a shudder, she was still in the same terrified way she had just now, "You were scared by the Dementors and fell off your broomstick, George saved you with a spell, he used a spell to get you to the ground safely. ”

The Dementors rushed into the stands and onto the pitch. George was angry, I've never seen him so angry. He lunged at the Dementors, casting a silver beam of light with a spell that burned the Dementors in all directions, killing several of them. ”

Ron said with some horror as he saw George go on fire and make the Dementors flee in all directions.

"Then Dumbledore put you on a stretcher and took you to the hospital. Hermione whispered.

She continued, "George was in the Gryffindor stands, spotted a strange big black dog, which he suspected was Sirius Black's Animagus deformation, and chased it out. ”

Harry's eyes flickered, he sat up from the bed with his hands propped up, and said worriedly, "George will be fine." He remembered that he had seen the big black dog on the broomstick, too.

Hermione bit her lip, a little nervous, but stubborn, and said, "George will definitely be fine, he is so strong, so shrewd, he will not be injured by a fugitive." ”

Harry didn't want to continue asking questions when he saw the way everyone looked, his mind was in turmoil and he needed more time to come to his senses.

He's not dead, he's still alive, and everything has to go on.

He thought of his mother, the woman who pleaded with Voldemort desperately to keep him alive.

Like Voldemort said, she's a stupid woman. It was clear that she could survive as long as she stood on one side, and Voldemort had no intention of killing her.

But she was so stupid that she pleaded with a cold-blooded demon. What's even more stupid is that she finally let Voldemort kill her, and she used everything she had to unleash a protective charm.

"Stupid woman. Harry whimpered, his teeth clenched, his hands clenching the sheets so hard that his knuckles burst out with bruises. His pale face was distorted by pain, and something wet couldn't stop flowing out of the corners of his eyes.

(To be continued.) )