The Return to Hogwarts

Ron, who had tied his scarf into a tight knot, said with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense, Ron—"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Professor Blaine will fire me—"

Listening to Hermione and Ron bickering made Harry feel a little better. As his thoughts cleared, he also felt something was off, as if he had forgotten something important.

The three men walked out of the Three Brooms Bar one after another. The cold but refreshing air brushed against their cheeks, invigorating them who were feeling a bit drowsy in the stuffy environment.

The sun had risen higher, and the pale golden light cast by the sky dyed the ancient, snow-covered villages and the boundless wilderness golden. Even the invisible air seemed to have gained color.

The only less pleasant part was that the road became even more slippery, and Harry, Harry, and his two companions had to support each other as they moved forward.

The main road in the village is at least paved with stone slabs, so it's not too difficult to walk on, but once we leave the village, the muddy fields will probably be much worse than they were in the morning.

Harry glanced at the Honeydukes candy store on the side of the road, hesitating whether to take Ron's suggestion from that morning to return to Hogwarts through the secret passage in the Honeydukes storeroom, when a chilling sensation from the right arm he was supporting jolted him out of his thoughts.

Why are Hermione's arms so cold?!

Harry turned his head in surprise, and at the same time, Ron, who was holding Hermione's other hand, also turned his head and looked at Hermione with a similar expression of surprise.

The three of them stopped in their tracks simultaneously.

Looking into Hermione's eyes, Harry and Ron's eyes erupted with terror like a volcanic eruption!

Hermione's face was no longer the color of a living person, but more like a floating corpse in water. Her brown eyes rolled back, revealing only a stark white, devoid of any life.

Under the influence of magic, Hermione's messy curls suddenly became smooth, but the problem was that her hair also floated slightly even without a strong wind blowing, making Hermione look more like a corpse soaking in water!

"you--"

Harry only had time to say one word, and then--

boom!

On the bustling main commercial street of Hogsmeade, Hermione, who seemed to be petrified, suddenly experienced an extremely powerful, dark magical storm emanating from within!

This powerful magic caused visible ripples in the air. Harry and Ron, who were swept away by it, were sent flying backward without being able to utter a word. Then, the force spread to a wider area as if it were sweeping through a plowshare. Pedestrians within 30 or 40 feet of Hermione were hit and fell backward!

Splash--

The glass windows of shops on both sides of the road were shattered, and even the roof tiles fell to the ground like rain.

"what!"

After a sharp and piercing scream like the wailing of a female ghost, Hermione's body, billowing with black smoke, fell backward and crashed heavily onto the wet cobblestone street, her body convulsing and trembling violently!

I don't want to die.

Blue sky and white clouds filled Hermione's blurred vision, and a tear, filled with boundless despair, slowly slid down her cheek.

Chapter 743 Thunder

2024-02-09

The darkness before her was countless times denser than the deepest night sky. The endless abyss ignited the deepest fear in her heart. Hermione tried to blink to dispel the darkness. She didn't know if her consciousness prompted her body to make the corresponding movement. In any case, the seemingly eternal darkness before her did not ripple in the slightest.

Until the pain occurs.

An endless, tidal wave of pain shattered the darkness before her, but she still couldn't see anything; all that was reflected in her pupils were blurry shadows.

The burning pain started from the web of her right hand. In a daze, she realized that it was the place where the faint light that had flashed on the roses had entered her body. Just now she thought it was her hallucination, but now it seemed that it was not an illusion.

The heat was so intense, it felt as if her right hand was immersed in lava, her entire forearm was almost melting, and the heat was spreading rapidly, rising to her arm in the blink of an eye, about to engulf her collarbone.

Black magic or poisoning?

Unable to make a sound, Hermione had only a sliver of reason left, and that reason made this judgment.

At this point, it's pointless to dwell on why you were attacked, or what kind of attack you suffered.

Now, the only thing to do is to resist the encroachment of this spell and buy as much time as possible, because Professor Blaine and Professor Moody are in the Three Broomsticks pub not far away, and only they can save him from death!

Yes, Hermione was absolutely certain that the attack she was being subjected to would lead to her death. This was the closest she had ever come to death in her life, a hundred times more dangerous than when she fought the dragon in the first match of the Triwizard Tournament.

But what to do?

All the knowledge she had acquired since receiving her magical education at Hogwarts flashed through Hermione's mind in an instant, but she despairingly discovered that none of it could save her life, which was as fragile as a candle about to go out.

How to Save You from a Dying Man's Life!

Hermione's memories finally reached the most recent time, and she remembered that there was a similar case in the book she had been reading recently!

Sirius's ancestor encountered the venom of a magical snake and a curse from an ancient tribal shaman while traveling in India. What did he do?

The poisons and curses of magical creatures often use the magic flowing in their bodies as a medium, just as poisons that can kill Muggles use blood as a medium. Therefore, controlling the flow of one's magic, or even exhausting it, can buy one more time. The ancestor of the Black family used this method to buy himself time to gather herbs to alleviate the snake venom, and then used his extensive magical knowledge and superb memory to remove the curse!

The Black family ancestor left a method for controlling the flow of magic in the book—focus!

Just like the meditation preached by religions, when all distracting thoughts are eliminated from your mind, you will gain unprecedented control over your body!

Although she had read this story, she had never tried it before because she thought the method was too idealistic and lacked solid theoretical basis. She had never heard of a similar method in other books or from professors.

But with life hanging by a thread, this was the only way Hermione could think of that might prolong her death.

Fortunately, focusing wasn't particularly difficult for her.

As her fragile but tenacious reason shielded her from the last trace of despair and fear, Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, and a flowing galaxy appeared before her.

It's as if countless glittering stars in the deep sky have gathered together to form a river that resembles smoke and water. Countless winding streams are flowing rapidly, forming a pattern that looks like a torso.

Hermione, seemingly from God's perspective, was momentarily dazed, then immediately realized that this was exactly how magic flowed through her body!

The area around my right arm seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud. The silver trickle disappeared immediately after entering it, while the dark cloud continued to expand.

I can't let this dark cloud devour my body!

This thought leaped into Hermione's remaining consciousness. With unprecedented focus, magic moved from her heart; the silvery currents within her body surged from the rest of her body towards her right arm as if driven, frantically assaulting the dark cloud, and then—

Boom!

A powerful magical storm erupted from her body. Hermione's slightly clearer world only saw Harry and Ron flying backwards beside her before her body completely lost its support, and she fell backwards, crashing heavily onto the wet stone slab.

Hermione's in trouble!

The powerful impact sent Harry flying more than ten feet away. The moment he landed, the pain in his ribs and the churning in his stomach nearly made him faint. This was the only thing that came to his mind.

If it weren't for the significant improvement in his physical fitness during PE class, that last blow would have been enough to bring him to the brink of death—Harry instinctively thought, supporting himself on his elbows. His gaze remained fixed on Hermione, who was lying on the ground convulsing, her body billowing with black smoke, but her emerald eyes still held a look of bewilderment and confusion, as if she couldn't yet understand or accept the reality they had encountered.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang in Harry's ears, and the window and sliding door of the three brooms were blown open. Amid the screams of the young wizards, Professor Blaine flew out!

It definitely flew, it didn't just rush out!

Harley caught a glimpse of Professor Blaine out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't the shapeless shadowy figure they had seen before; he had the form of a normal wizard, but he flew out of the shattered glass with a speed far beyond what a normal human could achieve.

So fast that Harry's pupils, already constricted to their limit, only had time to tremble before Professor Blaine appeared beside Hermione!

At that moment, Harry fully understood why people called Professor Blaine the most powerful wizard of his time.

Professor Blaine's expression was far more terrifying than Harry had imagined when he looked down at Hermione—there was no gentle smile, and the pleasant spark in his strange, pale purple eyes was gone. Every inch of that young and handsome face was filled with chilling, bone-chilling rage!

There was none of the sun-like, magma-like flames beside Professor Blaine, unlike the night of the Quidditch final against Vitia Croona. But Harry could still feel the overwhelming power radiating from Professor Blaine's not particularly tall body!

With his penetrating gaze, Amosta discerned the state of Hermione's body as she trembled and twitched slightly. Instead of drawing his wand, Amosta's eyes suddenly shot out an even sharper, almost tangible light. Accompanied by an invisible, powerful sealing force surging from his body, Amosta swept over Hermione's body, sealing away the last wisps of magic within her, as well as the power that was devouring her life!

Hermione's body then stopped trembling and became completely paralyzed, with only the faint light remaining in her tear-filled brown pupils proving that she was not dead.

Professor Moody ran over at a speed completely disproportionate to his mutilated body. When he saw Hermione lying on the ground, his face, which looked as if it had been stitched up, changed drastically. Ignoring the thunderous and imposing gaze that Blaine was giving him, he squatted down, his hand sweeping across his waist, and a glass bottle filled with a bright green luster appeared in his palm.

"The poison and curse she suffered have drained a significant amount of her life force, which must be replenished; otherwise, she will not be able to withstand the subsequent treatment—"

As if explaining to Amostella, or simply narrating, Professor Moody uncorked the bottle and forced the emerald green liquid into Hermione's mouth.

Chapter 744 Poisonous Hand

2024-02-09

Hermione had lost control of her body, so Moody had to grab her chin, forcefully pull out the cork, and forcefully pour the liquid, which emitted specks of green fluorescence into the air, into Hermione's mouth. Amosta narrowed his eyes but did not stop him.

As the liquid trickled into Hermione's mouth, her pale complexion finally softened somewhat. However, thin wisps of black smoke still rose from her body, and the light shining through her brown pupils was merely proof that she was not dead.

Ron was unlucky; he hit his head on a stone slab when he landed and lay motionless on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

But Harry didn't run over to check on Ron; his gaze remained fixed on Hermione's lifeless face, her emerald eyes looking blank and unfocused.

No one was talking about what was happening. The young wizards, who were getting up from the ground in twos and threes, all looked at Hermione Granger, and Professor Blaine and Professor Moody beside her, seemingly speechless.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead and mercury, and even the sound of the wind was silenced.

"Oh my god."

In the shattered Three Brooms pub, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout ran out, stepping over shards of glass and wood chips. From a distance, they spotted a young wizard lying on the ground. When they got close enough to see that the student was Hermione Granger, Professor McGonagall's face drained of all color, and she swayed violently. If Professor Sprout hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have fallen to the ground.

She couldn't believe what was happening—Professor McGonagall, her mouth covered, tears welling in her eyes, stared at Hermione, and staggered closer.

"What exactly is going on"

What happened? What exactly happened?

Everyone present wanted to know the answer, including Amostall, but before that, saving Hermione's life was more important!