The Return to Hogwarts

A sinister voice came from that side.

"Pah! This thing doesn't even deserve to be called a magic wand—"

Melanoff slowly stood up from the ground, coldly staring at the wizards who had become united against her. Then, in full view of everyone, she actually threw away her wand!

What's going on? Is this dark wizard about to surrender?

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Then, in the next second, a three-foot-long cane with a gemstone inlaid at the top appeared in Melanov's palm.

Melanoff's ordinary size suddenly seemed enormous to Harry and the others, and a sense of suffocation descended upon them!

The black smoke, which was freely suspended in the air, suddenly became excited. A sharp glint flashed in Melanov's eyes, and his palm pointed forward. The black smoke once again gathered into a whip - the Thunder Whip!

Countless leaping black lightning bolts originated from where Melanov stood and quickly spread outwards from the box. Wherever the lightning passed, it left shocking marks on the floor, and even the air smelled of burning.

"Get away quickly!"

Harry yelled and lunged to the side, trying to hide under a raised plank, but black lightning flashed across his wrist, leaving a terrible burn scar on his forearm. In pain, Harry's wand immediately slipped from his hand, spinning and crashing against the back wall of the box before rolling to the ground.

Thunder roared, the steel frame supporting the building emitted a teeth-grinding clang, the surrounding walls collapsed in the explosion, and large holes were torn open in the ground. It looked like the private room was about to collapse completely.

"Harry!"

Sirius Black watched as Harry was trapped under the raft where they were hiding, while Hermione and the Weasley children also faced their own desperate situations.

Under the gloomy night sky, Sirius Black's furious roar suddenly rang out. He pointed his wand at a thick steel beam supporting a nearby building. Before the horrified eyes of the survivors, the steel beam was cut in half. The chain reaction caused the nearby supports to twist and collapse one after another. It looked as if tens of tons of weight were about to crash down on everyone's heads!

"Are you crazy!"

Such a crazy move caused even the Sith and Cancun, who launched the attack, to change their expressions drastically. They glanced at the roof that was about to crash down on their heads, exchanged a look, and the next second, they rushed towards the Quidditch pitch in unison.

The world before him was twisting and collapsing, but Sirius ignored it. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared as he charged toward Harry. Even though his magic was nearly depleted, he still hurled spells at Melanoff.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

The thunder in the sky suddenly subsided, and the next moment, lightning shot out like laser beams, aiming at Sirius's forehead.

Snapped!

As if the world had shattered, Sirius Black stopped in his tracks, his expression frozen.

Chapter 473 Long Time No See, Miss Clona

2023-09-11

In the desolate world, a vibrant green barrier shattered into countless starlight points, gradually fading into nothingness as it sank into the night. Sirius stood frozen in place, a cool sensation suddenly sliding from his brow to the bridge of his nose. He listlessly reached out a finger and rubbed it, only to find it wasn't blood, but a drop of cold sweat rolling down his face.

That last moment was the closest he ever came to death!

"Who is it?!" Melanov shouted.

A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying with it a refreshing scent. In the dim air, countless emerald-green flowers suddenly bloomed, taking root among the broken walls and ruins. They quickly grew into sturdy vines as thick as an arm, which climbed upwards and firmly wrapped around the supporting beams that were about to bend. The collapsing world gradually quieted down.

Buzz--

Suddenly, a green light appeared in the air in front of Sirius. This light was like a black hole, pulling out countless brilliant green rays from nothingness. In the midst of this radiant light, a woman wearing a beige Muggle-style long dress and holding a grapevine cane slowly appeared.

The Weasley brothers and Hermione were working together to pull the unconscious Harry out from under the raft plank. Harry's face was ashen, but his chest was still rising and falling noticeably. Hermione was trying her best to stop the bleeding from Harry's burned arm. Ginny threw herself on Harry's chest and cried loudly. But now, they all stopped and stared in disbelief at the lady who had made such a peculiar entrance.

"Madam, did you save me?"

Sirius even forgot to run to Harry's side; he stared at the lady who had suddenly appeared in the box, his expression one of astonishment.

"You are not a wizard!"

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

"Whom do you serve, and why are you stopping me?"

Whoosh. Bang!

Just then, a burst of fireworks suddenly shot up below the Quidditch pitch, exploding into strange patterns high in the sky. Upon seeing these patterns, Sith and Cancun's expressions changed drastically. They hovered outside the box and shouted at Melanoff, who was confronting Kriona.

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

"No!" Melanov shouted in exasperation, "That guy's head is worth ten thousand gallons, I have to kill him, I'm so close!"

"madman!"

No mission is more important than life itself. The woman who suddenly appeared in the private room seemed to be no ordinary person. Sith and Cancun were unwilling to linger any longer. Since Melanov insisted on earning 10,000 Galleons, they might as well give it to her.

Without hesitation, Sith and Cancun shot straight into the sky, leaping over the stands and disappearing into the night.

"You made an irrational decision—"

Clona stared at the only remaining black-cloaked wizard in the box, her tone completely calm, as if she were simply stating a fact. She raised her cane, preparing to do something, but just before she could act, she suddenly stopped and turned her head to look outside the railing.

"Ginny!"

Mr. Weasley's voice suddenly appeared.

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

Before he even appeared, Mr. Weasley had already called out the names of all his children. With a sudden gust of air, Mr. Weasley finally appeared in everyone's sight.

His clothes were disheveled, there were two bloody marks on his cheeks, and his sparse hair was stuck to his head with sweat. As soon as Krum's flying broom stopped, Mr. Weasley jumped down from it.

Mr. Weasley only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that all the children were safe and sound. Then, he noticed Harry lying on the floor, and his relaxed expression immediately tightened again.

In a very short time, Mr. Weasley determined who the enemy was in the box. He pointed his wand at Melanoff, his cheek slightly turned toward the children surrounding Harry.

"What happened? How is Harry?"

“He got hit by a rock, but he should still be alive, Dad!” Fred replied immediately.

"How's the situation down there, Arthur? What about Percy?"

Sirius then pressed for an answer.

"The audience is evacuating. That firework was probably a pre-arranged signal from the attackers. They're all retreating. Our men are chasing Percy and following Batty as they disperse the audience!"

"All right--"

Sirius nodded curtly, pointing his wand at Melanoff.

"The situation has changed. Now it's two against three against one. You have two choices: either put down your wand and surrender, or continue to resist and die here. Make your choice!"

“I’m sorry—” Melanov said coldly, “I don’t want to choose either of them!”

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

The situation changed abruptly. Fudge suddenly lifted the wooden board that was pressing down on him, panting and holding his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a faint.

Melanoff completely ignored Sirius Black, and she didn't even glance at Mr. Weasley, who was hastily preparing the scene. Her cold gaze was fixed solely on Vitia Criona, who seemed oblivious to everything that was happening around her.

"I'll ask you one more time, who are you, and why are you here!"

To be honest, not only Melanov was curious about this question, but everyone in the box was very curious as well.

Why is this seemingly powerful young woman here? What country is she a wizard from? She saved Sirius Black, so why is she unwilling to reveal her true face?

The young woman, who had become the focus of everyone's attention, didn't say a word. Instead, she moved slowly and quietly toward Harry.

"W-what do you want to do?"

Hermione nervously spread her arms wide, looking wary.

Although this woman with a unique aura saved Sirius and all of them, Hermione still couldn't trust someone of unknown origin.

"His arm injury needs immediate treatment, otherwise it will become very troublesome—"

"Criona said calmly."

Reminded by her, Ron and the others immediately looked at Harry, and upon seeing him, a collective gasp erupted.

Previously, Harry's arm injury was just a burn mark, but now the burn has spread, and the shocking wound is bleeding profusely. Moreover, the wound has turned black. Recalling the fate of the middle-aged wizard Melanoff who had previously clashed with him, everyone's face turned pale.

"Please, please help him, I beg you!"

Hermione was terrified by Harry's wound and quickly stepped aside, her voice pleading.

Vitia Creona gently moved her cane, and Harry's limp body floated up from the ground and came to her.

Emerald light emanated from her slender, jade-like fingertips, and a vibrant power swept over the wound, easily erasing the magic that filled Harry's wound with death and evil. In an instant, the skin on Harry's arm became smooth again, and as the wound healed, Harry's withered complexion visibly returned to normal. When he landed, he had already opened his hazy, emerald-green eyes.

"Oh, Harry!"

Hermione covered her lips and burst into tears, while Ron anxiously inquired about Harry's condition.

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

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

Mr. Weasley didn't drop his wand; he took a moment to say something.

"Oh, thank you--"

Still dazed, Harry didn't notice the unfamiliar lady beside him until Mr. Weasley reminded him. He then turned his gaze towards her, and upon seeing her, Harry's brows furrowed. He blinked hard, his eyes filled with confusion.

"You're welcome, Mr. Harry Potter—"

Vitia Kriona nodded slightly, a subtle ripple of urgency appearing in her usually calm tone.

"Now that you have recovered your health, I may make a bold request: would you be willing to accompany me somewhere?"