The air was filled with the familiar smell of potions, the light on his face was soft, and Harry felt that someone was taking off his clothes, and, groping around his body, he struggled to get up, because, in the buzzing world, he vaguely felt voices talking around him, and there were quite a few of them.

Allowing so many people to 'see' his body still made Harry feel a little ashamed.

But after trying for a long time, Harry still couldn't control himself from opening his eyelids, as if there was a shackle that locked his body.

Click!

The doors of the school hospital opened, and a series of hurried footsteps burst in, followed by exclamations and the sound of beds being moved.

"Oh my God, Severus and Hagrid!"

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, tears rolling in his eyes, "I can't believe it, Albus, I've never seen him hurt like this!" ”

Hagrid is back?

Harry's mind was sluggish, and it took him a long time to remember who the screaming voice belonged to, and then he waited for Hagrid's rough voice to sound, but he didn't hear it for a long time.

What happened to Hagrid?

Harry thought irritated and worried, and he couldn't wait to open his eyes to see what was going on.

"Just like Miss Granger said!"

Professor Flitwick seemed to be frightened, his voice sharper than usual,

"It's a nightmare there, Albus, werewolf corpses everywhere, and two centaurs, and I found Severus and Hagrid on a pile of corpses, and luckily they're still alive, I don't dare to delay—"

Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with fire, and he stepped away from Harry's side and strode over to Severus and Hagrid on the stretcher.

"I need you to help me see their injuries, Bobby-"

The silence that followed was tormenting, but fortunately, it didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey to give her judgment.

"Severus is just out of strength, Headmaster, he needs to get some rest, Hagrid, I don't need to tell you as you can tell, he's suffered a lot of crimes, at least seven or eight oh, a dozen bite marks, those horrible creatures did it, oh my god, this could have caused--"

Professor McGonagall's body shook violently, and she clutched her heart in pain.

"Don't worry, Minerva--"

Dumbledore's sharp gaze was transmitted to Hagrid through the half-moon lens, observing the state of Hagrid's body through a special perspective,

"You know, Hagrid's bloodline is very resistant to that virus, and he won't suffer the sins that Remus suffered."

"Are you sure, Albus?"

Professor McGonagall grabbed Dumbledore's arm, almost pleadingly.

"I can confirm it, Minerva—" Dumbledore replied solemnly.

At this moment, Dumbledore clearly knew what the crowd needed, and his voice and emotions regained stability in a very short time, and he commanded the crowd in a voice that could not be refused,

"Severus and Hagrid both need to be professionally cared for, Bobby, this is the only thing you can do, Pomona, I need you to take care of Mr. Weasley, he doesn't have a big problem, fortunately he was just a few shocks and shocks, and Filius, Mr. Malfoy can only be handed over to you, I have sent a message to St. Mungo, they will send someone to take Malfoy back to the courtyard as soon as possible, but until then, I wonder if you can alleviate the trouble that Mr. Malfoy is facing now--"

Dumbledore's methodical order allowed the panicked crowd to find the backbone, and they followed Dumbledore's instructions to leave the separate room in turn, and in the end, only Harry and Professor McGonagall were lying on the bed.

"What do I need to do, Albus?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry on the hospital bed and said with a heartbroken look on her face.

"Miss Granger has told us some surprising things, but now is not the time to let our guard down, Minerva,"

Dumbledore said calmly,

"Sirius is still unconscious, there are already several faculty members guarding him, I need you to watch him too, Minerva, if you can, I want you to help me get Miss Granger here."

The noise just now was like a dream, Harry couldn't wait to talk to Dumbledore, maybe it was his anxious mood that worked, perhaps, it was the sudden rush of warmth from his forehead that worked, in short, Harry finally opened his eyes, and the first scene he saw was that Dumbledore was retracting his wand.

"I beg your pardon, Harry, I had to do something to wake you up—"

Dumbledore said apologetically, but Harry wasn't in the mood to care, he jumped out of bed like a spring,

"Sirius is innocent, Professor, it's Spotted, Ron's mouse is actually an Animagus, he's Peter Pettigrew!"

Harry shouted,

"Professor Lupin, he's badly injured, you need to get him back now!"

"Yes, it's to be expected that Remus is in a bad situation right now, but Harry, I'm afraid there's more to it than that., Ah, Miss Granger is here."

Dumbledore whispered, and then, the squeak of the doorway sounded, and Hermione, with a layer of gauze wrapped around her forehead, ran in, and when she saw Harry, who had already woken up, tears immediately welled up in her eyes,

"Harry!"

Hermione rushed over like a fawn and hugged Harry tightly.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with urgency, but he didn't disturb the warm scene at hand.

"I can't believe it, Harry!"

Hermione's voice was filled with deep weeping

"Professor McGonagall told me that they were lucky to have rescued Hagrid and Professor Snape and that none of them died!"

Harry nodded knowingly.

"Now is not the time to celebrate, Miss Granger--"

Dumbledore whispered,

"We're afraid we're in a lot of trouble, and as I told you, Miss Granger, it's not easy to help Sirius clear his name."

Harry was anxious to speak, but Dumbledore's grim ground hole made him daunted.

"--The Dementors have informed the Ministry of Magic, and I think that Connelly and his Aurors may be outside the school gates at any time, and if we are unprepared before they meet Sirius, then things will be in a state of great passivity."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice,

"Sirius is still unconscious, and according to Madam Pomfrey's judgment, it may take him dozens of hours to regain consciousness, which means that he can't argue a word for himself, and his weak state makes it impossible to use some of the otherwise feasible means to get the truth, unless we want to kill him, and now, except for the two underage wizards, everyone who saw the truth tonight is not in good shape."

"But you believe he's innocent, don't you, Professor?"

Harry couldn't help but interject.

"Yes, I believe."

Dumbledore nodded quickly,

"Honestly, Harry, the truth isn't so much beyond my expectations, but you must know that the Ministry of Magic probably doesn't want the public to know that they've been holding an innocent person in Azkaban for twelve years, and we're lacking critical evidence right now."

"Professor Blaine!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "He knew everything, he was the one who helped Sirius get into Hogwarts." ”

When Hermione mentioned Professor Blaine, Harry noticed a flash of light in Dumbledore's blue eyes, like anger and helplessness.

"Yes, Amosta knows everything,"

Dumbledore nodded with a complicated expression,

"But he's also nowhere to be found now, but I'm sure Connelly will get here before he does. I'll be straight to the point, unless Peter can be put in front of the Ministry, Cornelius probably won't accept such a defeat for the Ministry. ”

"What do you need us to do, Professor Dumbledore?"

Hermione had already reacted, and she took a deep breath, not thinking about the battlefield with severed limbs.

"That's-"

Under the gaze of Hermione and Harry, Dumbledore took out a yellowed piece of parchment from his pocket,

"When I found you, I stumbled upon this thing at the same time, it fell out of your pocket, Harry, I won't waste any time telling you how surprised I was when I saw it work, in fact, I also detected a special remnant of power from it"

(End of chapter)