HP Magic Biography

Harry didn't choose to wait, he crawled out into the hall as quietly as possible. Then climb the stairs that are about to collapse.

Everything was covered with a thick layer of dust, but that was not the case on the floor. Something was dragged upstairs, leaving a bright wide mark on the floor.

Harry walked to the dark landing.

"Nox (Knox)!"

Harry muttered a word, so the light at the end of Harry's wand disappeared.

Only one door is open. Harry sneaked over and heard movement behind the door: a low moan.

It was Ron's voice, he seemed to be injured.

Harry felt that he could not wait any longer, he took a big breath, which stopped his body from trembling from the tension. Harry squeezed the wand tightly, and quickly turned the available spell in his mind. He wasn't sure if his spell would be effective, but that was the only situation right now.

Harry kicked the door open with a kick, a luxurious four-poster bed with dust all around the curtains. Ron's body was curled up on the shabby sand, and his feet stretched out unnaturally, seeming to be hurt by the impact.

There was a panic in Ron’s eyes, as if he hadn’t had anything in life more than a month ago. The familiar feeling filled Harry’s heart. At least, he knew that Ron was in front of him. His familiar friend.

But Harry was still faintly uncomfortable, it seemed that Ron was too scared, even when faced with terrifying monsters and attacking pythons, Ron had not been so scared.

"Ron-are you okay?" Harry yelled, and rushed to Ron's side. He held his wand in his hand, and he was on guard.

"Where did that dog go?"

"Not a dog." Ron groaned. He clenched his teeth because of the pain. "Harry, this is a trap..."

"what--?"

"He is the dog... he is an Animagus..."

Ron looked over Harry's shoulder. Harry turned quickly. With a snap, the man in the shadow closed the door behind them.

A mess of dirty, tangled head hangs down to the elbow; if the eyes hidden in the deep and dark eye sockets are not clear, he may be a corpse; the waxy skin clings to the skeleton of the face and looks It looks like a skull. He bared his yellow teeth and grinned, it was Sirius Black.

"Expe11iarmus (except your weapon)!" A relatively faint light burst from Sirius's fingers. Before he could take Ron's wand, he heard Harry's footsteps chasing him. He always knew Harry was tight. As for Fanlin and Hermione, the girl's degree is really slow. Of course Fanlin will take care of his little girlfriend, so contacting Harry's weapon seems to be a good choice.

"It's not unfamiliar yet!" Sirius grinned grimly, very clever wandless cast. Although the power of the spell is very small, it is enough for a little ghost like Harry who lacks actual combat experience.

Sure enough, even if Harry kept holding his wand tightly, it didn't change anything. His defensive spell hadn't had time to cast, and Sirius's spell hit Harry first.

Harry saw his wand knocked off his hand, he wanted to reach out and catch his wand. But Sirius played much faster than him, and Sirius took a step forward, and as soon as he reached out his hand he snatched Harry's wand away.

"I think you will come to help my friend." Sirius said dumbly. His voice sounds like he hasn't spoken for a long time. In fact, to avoid exposure, Sirius can only hide here by himself, and the only ones who can accompany him are Fanlin’s Owl and Hermione’s Crook. Mountain, the food they bring is very wired every time, which makes Sirius feel very bad, and the culprit for all this is now hiding in the pocket of the Weasley boy.

This made Sirius feel extremely excited, and finally avenged Lily and James Porter. This is Sirius' greatest wish.

However, when facing his godson, Sirius still intends to talk to Harry first. Harry and his parents really look alike, Lily's eyes and James's face.

"Your father would treat me like this. You are so brave that you didn't go to the teacher. I am grateful...this makes things easier..." Sirius said patiently. Although Harry lacks practical experience, Sirius still Very satisfied with Harry's character, Harry is very similar and brave as he is here in person.

Harry obviously didn't think so.

What Sirius seemed to be taunting his father echoed in Harry's ears, as if Blake had yelled out just now. Hatred was boiling in Harry's chest, so there was no place for fear to stay. For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand to return to his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack...kill. He rushed forward, not knowing what he was going to do, but suddenly a hand grabbed Harry.

That was Ron. He seemed to be unable to remember what he had done. He just wanted to protect Harry now, which was his own will. However, the coldness and fear in his eyes did not fade at all.

"If you want to kill Harry, then you have to kill me too!" He said furiously, even though the force of standing up had made his face paler, and he was shaking a bit when he spoke. Something flickered in Blake's dark eyes.

"Lie down," he said to Ron calmly, "you're going to hurt that leg even more."

"Have you heard me?" Ron said feebly, even though he was able to stand upright by grabbing Harry in pain. "You have to kill me first, or I won't let you touch Harry."

"There will only be one murder here tonight." Black said, his smile deepening.

"Why is this?" Harry spit, trying to get away with Ron, but Ron didn't grasp it very tightly. His body shrank slightly, and he hid behind Harry. En's eyes were constantly scanning Harry and Blake's body for meetings, and Ron's body would tremble slightly when his sight touched Sirius.

Harry obviously didn’t show Ron’s move. He went on to say that the anger in his tone couldn’t be concealed at all, "I didn’t care last time, did I? In order to get Peter Pettigrew, he can take so much carelessly. Muggles are killed... crazy in Azkaban, what does it matter?"

"Yes, your allegiance is Voldemort. He killed my parents. This matter has nothing to do with you. I know it. At Hogsmeade, I heard a conversation between Fudge and Professor McGonagall. , So I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to appear again, and then personally... kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry rushed towards Sirius Black. He completely forgot about magic. He forgot that he was just a 13-year-old child. His body was thin and small. Even Black Not that strong, but the close combat Harry is not Black's opponent at all.

However, Harry had the determination to kill him. He had such an idea from the first time he learned the truth of the matter. He had never wanted to kill a person so eagerly. He was angry, he was impulsive, but He is also fierce enough.

Harry’s thin body burst out with hatred completely incompatible with his body and age. This will instantly infects all of Harry’s mind, even if it would be hit by a curse, even if it was the Avadaso curse. It won't shake Harry's faith, even if he died on the spot, Harry would definitely pull Sirius Black down.

Sirius seemed to be frightened, and the hatred he felt from the boy was like that of him towards Peter and Voldemort, even more intense.

He raised Harry's wand in a panic. He was afraid that his instinct would use a powerful spell to kill Harry.

Harry didn't care about these abnormal behaviors. He lunged at him like a flexible monkey. One of Harry's hands grabbed Blake's wand hand and forced the end of the wand to change direction; ha The knuckles of Li's other hand hit the side of Black's head, and the two fell backward and hit the wall...

The wand in Blake's hand sent a spark into the air, only a few inches from Harry's face; Harry felt that the crumpled arm under his fingers was twisting frantically ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he couldn't catch it. Let go, he slammed every part of Black's body that he could get with his other hand. But Black's idle hand found Harry's throat—"No." He whispered, "I've waited too long..." His fingers squeezed, Harry was breathless and his glasses crooked. Aside.

Ron didn’t move any of them. He hid behind and looked at the two people fighting together in fear. He raised his wand several times, but he was not sure who his spell would kill, it was Harry. Or Sirius Black, or simply kill the two together.

Suddenly, Ron shuddered. He felt incredible for his thoughts, his eyes flashed with a strong hint of struggle, and he seemed to be forcing his palm to throw the wand out.

He wanted to go up and help Harry knock down Black, but his body was completely unwilling. Instead, he took a wand and took two steps back slightly. He immediately slumped on the sand, his face again. He returned to his normal look, a normal look within a month.

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