In the withered world, a verdant barrier full of life shattered into dots of starlight, gradually disappearing into nothingness as it slid down into the night. Sirius froze in place, a little cold suddenly slid from the center of his brow and the bridge of his nose, and he stretched out a finger and twisted it, only to find that it was not a drop of blood, but a bead of cold sweat rolling down.

At that moment, he was the closest he was to death!

"Who is it?!" Melanov asked sharply.

The breeze came, a fresh breath rippled, and many flowers composed of emerald green brilliance bloomed out of thin air in the dim air, these dreamlike flowers took root among the broken walls and ruins, and quickly grew strong vines the thickness of arms, and the vines went up, firmly wrapping the support beams that were about to bend, and the world that was falling into collapse gradually quieted down.

Airplanes--

A little green light suddenly appeared in the air in front of Sirius, this light was like a black hole, pulling countless brilliant green rays from the void, and in this blooming light, a woman wearing an off-white Muggle-style dress and holding a vine cane slowly appeared.

The Weasley brothers and Hermione were working together to pull the fainting Harry out from under the raft, Harry's face was golden, but his chest was still visibly heaving, Hermione was trying to stop the bleeding from Harry's burned arm, Ginny threw herself on Harry's chest and cried loudly, but at this moment, they all stopped, stunned and stared at the lady who appeared in a strange way.

"This. . . Ma'am, did you save me? ”

Sirius even forgot to run to Harry, glaring at the lady who had suddenly appeared in the box, his expression stunned.

"You're not a wizard!"

Melanov glared at Kriona's hazy face, gritted his teeth and said,

"Who are you working for, and why are you stopping me?"

Shout. Bang!

At this moment, a bunch of fireworks suddenly burst out under the Quidditch pitch, and the fireworks exploded in the air in a strange pattern, and the faces of Sith and Cancun, who saw the pattern, changed immediately, and they hovered outside the box, shouting at Melanov who was confronting Cleona,

"It's a signal to retreat, Melanov, let's go!"

"No way!" Melanov exclaimed angrily, "That guy's head is worth ten thousand Galleons, I have to kill him, it's almost over!" ”

"Maniac!"

No task is more important than a small life, the woman who suddenly appeared in the box does not seem to be easy, Sith and Cancun do not want to stay any longer, since Melanov has to earn this ten thousand Galleons, then let it be better for her.

Without hesitation, the Sith and Cancun rushed straight into the sky, jumped over the stands and disappeared into the night.

"You made an irrational decision-"

Cleona stared at the only black-cloaked wizard left in the box, her tone unwavering, as if stating a simple fact, she raised her cane, ready to do something, but just before she could strike, her movements suddenly stopped, and she looked sideways out of the guardrail.

"Ginny!"

Mr. Weasley's voice popped up,

"Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, how are you!"

Before anyone appeared, Mr. Weasley had already called out the names of all his children, and with a rapid upward current, Mr. Weasley finally appeared in everyone's sight.

He was disheveled, with two bloody streaks on his cheeks, and the few hairs that were stuck to the top of his head with sweat, and Mr. Weasley jumped from it as soon as Krum's broomstick stopped.

Mr. Weasley was relieved to see that all the children were safe and sound, and then he found Harry lying on the floor, and his relaxed skin immediately tensed again.

In a very short time, Mr. Weasley had figured out who was the enemy in the box, and he pointed his wand at Melanov and tilted his cheek slightly to the children who had surrounded Harry in the middle.

"What's going on, how's Harry doing?"

"I was hit by a stone, my life should still be there, Dad!" Fred replied immediately.

"How's that going down there, Arthur, and what about Percy?"

Sirius asked.

"The audience is evacuating, the fireworks just now should be the signal agreed by this group of attackers, they are all retreating, our people are chasing Percy and following Barty to alienate the audience!"

"Okay--"

Sirius nodded grimly, and he pointed his wand at Melanov,

"The situation has changed, now we are two or three against one, you have two choices, one is to put down your wand and surrender, the other is to continue to resist stubbornly, and then die here, make a choice!"

"I'm sorry—" Melanov said coldly, "I don't want to choose either!" ”

"Whoever can catch this dark wizard, I will apply to the International Federation of Wizards for him the Merlin Order of the First Class!"

The situation changed suddenly, and Fudge suddenly lifted the wooden plank that was pressing on him, gasping and holding his forehead as if he had just woken up from a fainting.

Melanov didn't pay attention to Sirius at all, and she didn't look at Mr. Weasley, who was hurrying here, and her cold eyes only stared at Vetia Cleona, who seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"I ask again, who are you and why are you here!"

To be honest, this question was curious not only for Melanov, but also for everyone in the box.

Why did this seemingly powerful young lady appear here, what country was she, and why didn't she want to show her true face when she had saved Sirius?

The young lady who had become the center of attention did not say a word, but walked slowly towards Harry with a light footstep.

"Y-What do you want to do?"

Hermione stretched her arms nervously, looking wary.

Although this lady with a unique temperament saved Sirius and all of their lives, such a person of unknown origin still could not make Hermione trust.

"The wound on his arm needs to be treated immediately, or it will be a nuisance-"

Cleona said calmly.

Alerted by her, Ron and the others immediately looked at Harry, and at this glance, a burst of cold air erupted.

Before, the wound on Harry's arm was just a burn mark, but now, the burn mark had spread, and the shocking wound was dripping with blood, and the wound had turned black, thinking of the fate of the middle-aged wizard who had rushed into Melanov before, and the faces of the group suddenly turned pale.

"Please. You help him, please! ”

Hermione, frightened by Harry's wounds, quickly moved out of the way, her tone pleading.

Vitia Creona flicked her staff, and Harry's feeble body floated up from the ground to her.

The emerald light bloomed from the green jade fingertips, and the power of life swept through the scars, easily erasing Harry's wounds, full of the magic of death and evil, and in an instant, the skin of Harry's arms became smooth again, and as the wounds healed, Harry's withered complexion visibly recovered, and by the time he landed, he had opened his hazy turquoise eyes.

"Oh, Harry!"

Hermione covered her lips and wept excitedly, and Ron anxiously asked about Harry's status.

"What's going on?" Harry blinked blankly at everyone who showed concern for him.

"It was this young lady who saved you, Harry!"

Mr. Weasley's wand didn't drop, and he took the time to speak.

"Oh, thank you--"

In a daze, Harry didn't notice an unknown lady beside him, and only after Mr. Weasley's reminder did he cast his gaze, and at first glance, Harry's brow suddenly furrowed, and he blinked hard, his eyes full of confusion.

"You're welcome, Mr. Harry Potter—"

Vitia Creona bowed slightly, but her tone that had always been calm was slightly rippling at this time, as if there was more urgency,

"So, now that you've recovered your health, I take the liberty of making a request, would you like to go with me somewhere?"

Going to a place?

Harry blinked faster and faster, which meant that his sanity had been further restored.

What do you mean?

Where does this mysterious lady want to invite Harry?

Everyone was bewildered by this sudden request, and they stared at the mysterious and powerful lady in bewilderment, not understanding what she was really talking about.

"Hah, I see!"

Melanov suddenly laughed and said,

"Your target is Harry Potter, isn't it, our goals don't conflict, right, we can join forces!"

A flash of light flashed through Harry's thoughts, causing Harry to look panicked,

"It's you, I remember you, you're the woman in the dream!"

Dreamland? What does this mean?

Cleona frowned, she didn't understand what Harry Potter was saying, but Sirius understood.

"Get out of that woman's way, Harry!"

Sirius let out his biggest roar of the night.

Time froze at this moment, Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie all stretched out their hands towards Harry, and Harry himself was rapidly retreating, but the movements that should have been fast were extremely slow at this moment!

Vitia Cleona easily grabbed Harry's arm, her raised vine wand had already shimmered, and the next second, she was about to leave, and at this moment, a blinding thunder suddenly flashed under the clear night, and the stagnant air suddenly trembled, and under the heavy pressure, the air, from top to bottom, appeared a substantial gravity rush, pressing everyone including Vitia Cleona in place.

The sound that followed throughout the Quidditch pitch caused panic in Vitia Cleona's emerald eyes.

"Don't come unharmed, Miss Cleona—"

(End of chapter)