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Chapter 57 Destruction and Escape
"Boom...boom..."

Something was knocking on the wall, and Ron was woken up by the damn sound while he was half asleep.

“What’s that sound…”

He muttered, but realized the sound came from his own dormitory. He reached for his wand, "Lumos."

The lit wand was extended, and Ron looked towards the source of the sound - it was Harry's bed.

"Harry? What are you doing?"

He muttered but got no response, which forced him to climb down from the bed and look towards Harry's bed - to his surprise, Harry's body was bent like a shrimp at this moment, with a painful expression, and he was banging his forehead against the wall desperately, and there was even blood.

"Harry?"

Ron tried to reach out and grab him, but Harry shook him off.

"Hurry, wake up, Harry is under a curse!"

He quickly began to call out to other people in the dormitory. While he was anxiously calling out, Harry was still banging his forehead against the wall in agony.

"Use magic to control him! Ron, Dean, you come!"

Neville thought about it for a moment and made a decision.

Thanks to Harry, the first-year Gryffindors who had not caused any trouble during this period had been practicing various fighting spells in their spare time, and there were still two experienced ones in the dormitory at the moment.

As for Neville – he was better with his fists.

Not to mention Simo, he is currently responsible for exploding together with the opponent in the battle in the academy.

"First, use the Leg Locking Spell to control his legs. We will wrap him up in a bed sheet and then carry him to the school hospital. We need to send one person to ask the professor for help."

The tactical discussions from the past now accelerated Harry's treatment, and they quickly wrapped Harry up in a bed sheet, controlled him with a levitation spell that everyone was extremely skilled at, and carried him towards the door of the lounge.

Harry occasionally tried to bang his head, but the sheets were too solid at this moment.

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"Five points from Gryffindor."

The few people who had just climbed out of the cave finally lifted Harry up again, and a person who had been hiding for a long time shouted words that everyone was very familiar with.

"What are you carrying?"

"Harry."

???

For a moment, Snape even had the urge to give Gryffindor extra points, but he soon realized that something was wrong.

"Put him down!"

"He's been cursed, we need to take him to the hospital!"

Ron yelled.

"Five more points from Gryffindor for your growling—I said put him down."

"He's dying! Go!"

Ron shouted and swung his wand violently, but was easily stopped by Snape and frozen there. Neville almost ran out immediately, but was frozen in place by a spell after only a few steps.

Seamus and Dean stood there in a daze. They didn't expect anything like this to happen.

Snape glanced at them, and the two of them stood there obediently like quails.

At this time, Snape waved his wand curiously and untied Harry who was trapped by the sheets - "Dong, Dong..."

Sound reproduction.

Snape stared at him, but his face quickly turned livid.

He waved his wand, and a roll of bandage flew out from his wand, quickly tying up Harry. Then Harry, who was tied up and unable to move again, was lifted up by the wand.

"You two..."

He was about to give some instructions, but found that the two had already separated and ran down a corridor.

Cursing inwardly, he didn't bother to say anything else, and dragged Harry towards his office, then began to search through his collection like crazy. "No, this won't do..."

“This may be possible.”

The precious potion, which was priced by the drop, was poured into Harry's mouth as if it were free, but Harry was still unconscious and his face became paler and paler.

Snape's face was livid as he rummaged through his medicine cabinet and continued to burn Galleons, but Harry's face didn't improve at all.

'Um? '

When he even poured all his treasured Felicis into Harry's mouth in a panic, he suddenly felt a strange force appear and begin to frantically drain Harry's strength.

Under Snape's surprised eyes, a shiny fragment emerged from Harry's forehead and then grew rapidly.

Although he was not sure what it was, Snape, who had been immersed in the study of dark magic for many years, immediately determined that it was not a good thing. It was probably this thing that was draining Harry's vitality.

After a slight hesitation, Snape's eyes became firm.

He raised his wand and tried to look into Harry's eyes again - but they were now closed due to unconsciousness.

Snape immediately made up his mind and waved his wand. A green light flew out from his wand and hit the fragment - the green light flashed, and it seemed to want to resist, but it was overwhelmed by the powerless resistance.

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"Come again!"

It was the first time Moody had seen something so tenacious - he finally understood why Dumbledore had to call him over in the middle of the night.

He had already seen a dozen completely different spells at Dumbledore's hands, and all of this unheard-of magic could only weaken the shadow, but the good news was that it was getting weaker.

But just as a new round of spells came, the shadow suddenly erupted with a force even stronger than at the beginning - and for some unknown reason, their spells, under the influence of this force, even attacked Dumbledore's unbreakable prison.

Even Dumbledore's own attack hit his own defense due to such an error, and the extremely weak shadow even flew directly towards the window with the help of this force.

Several people rushed towards the window almost immediately, but the shadows that fell on the ground disappeared almost in an instant.

……

He rode the Thestrals to the castle, asked the house-elves to confirm the layout, devised a plan, and set traps - but in the end, he failed.

Moody looked unhappy.

But to his surprise, Dumbledore was not as upset as he thought.

"Although it didn't achieve the expected results, I learned a lot..."

But until he left, he still didn't understand what Dumbledore knew and what that shadow was.

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When Professor McGonagall, in her pajamas, walked down the corridor with two students with a suspicious look on her face, she still didn't quite believe them.

But when he arrived at the door of Snape's office, the anger on his face could no longer be suppressed.

Harry was lying at the door of Snape's office, still unconscious - but at least he didn't look like he was under a curse as the two students had described.

"Severus," Professor McGonagall knocked on Snape's office door and asked angrily, "Why is Harry at the door of your office?"

"Because I uncursed him, Minerva."

Snape looked as if you couldn't see such an obvious thing.

"My students told me that you took away from them—"

"It's not about taking it away, but about treating it. They themselves said that Potter was cursed. I am good at it, so I just treated him casually. You're welcome - if there is nothing else, I will rest now, Minerva, it's getting late."

Professor McGonagall was furious, but she finally held back - and just as he had said, the curse was lifted.

"Nothing else?"

"No, Severus."

(End of this chapter)