Chapter 114 Separation Is Silent!

Harry came out of the room, his fists clenched tightly, and his hair, which was originally well-groomed, became messy at the moment.

But this time, Lily didn't ask him to correct him, and the mother and son hugged each other.

"Daisy has already drank the pumpkin juice, and her consciousness is a little fuzzy now." Harry said softly.

"Well—she'll be fine..." The Potter family embraced.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the furniture and other things in Daisy's room flew to another place. He took out the box Sean had seen again.

"let's start."

Dumbledore sketched more rune symbols this time than before, and the new symbols were more complicated. When the symbols disappeared in the air, Daisy was already drowsy on the bed in the middle.

Dumbledore looked at Sean and Harry: "Go downstairs first, Sean, if I need you, I will call you at any time."

"Okay, Professor."

Sean agreed, and then carried the worried Harry down the stairs.

The space between the first and second floors also seemed to be cursed, and the two of them clearly felt the fluctuation of magic power when they walked down.

After arriving in the living room, they couldn't hear any movement upstairs. Harry scratched his hair irritably. He wanted to turn around in the living room twice, but he was worried that the sound of his footsteps would affect the upstairs. Will have to sit on a chair and keep shaking his legs.

Sean didn't speak. He understood that at this time, any comfort would be useless, and everything would have to wait for the results upstairs.

Under the influence of the spell, no movement could be heard in the living room. Harry stood up several times to look towards the stairs, and finally stopped his pace abruptly.

The time seemed to grow longer all of a sudden, and Sean's mood became heavier and heavier.

The time is wrong...

He looked at his watch several times, and this time the time was more than twice as long as Nagini's time.

Normally, the situation of Daisy's blood curse is not that serious, and it should have been lifted before it can be lifted.

"Fuck! Fuck!——" Harry on the chair uttered a suppressed cry, his eyes were red, and his fingers were firmly gripping the armrest of the chair, the velvet fabric that was already somewhat tattered would be torn. open.

"Boom!!" At this moment, a huge impact came from upstairs.

Sean and Harry looked over together.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There were more violent impacts one after another, as if a ferocious beast trapped in a cage was struggling frantically.

Harry stood up suddenly, he wanted to go upstairs.

Sean grabbed him and said seriously: "Harry! You have to understand, we two are going over now, they don't have time to take care of us, going up will just add to the chaos!"

Harry clenched his teeth tightly, trembling slightly, he gasped violently: "That's my sister, the only sister..."

"Harry..."

"I'm sorry..." Harry's hands fell limply to his legs, and he sat back on the chair all of a sudden.

The violent impact lasted for a while, during which James came down once, his face flushed unhealthily, and there was a gray-black twisted scar on his left hand.

He just nodded to the two of them, took a bottle of unknown potion and walked up the stairs quickly again.

As time passed, the impact sound disappeared, and Sean glanced at his watch, more than four times the time had passed.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of violent glass breaking, and then, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Sean walked quickly to the window, and he saw that the pudgy middle-aged wizard who was talking to James was lying on the grass in the yard, covering his body and wailing in a low voice.

At the same time, Dumbledore's voice came clearly.

"Sean."

He took one last look at the man who had fallen from the second floor, and then walked quickly up the stairs.

As soon as he went upstairs, Sean's eyes widened. In the corridor, a huge hole was blown away from the long row of windows.

The wall over there has completely disappeared, and only half of the corridor remains.

Next to the broken long log, the Nevilles were standing there panting. The round-faced Auror had a gash on his forehead, and his wife was trying to stop the bleeding.

Sirius was also in a panic. After a signal to Dumbledore, he dragged his robes that had been shredded into strips and jumped down the second floor. He ran towards the fallen chunky wizard.

Moody stood at the door of Daisy's room holding his wand, or rather, there was only a dilapidated hole in the wall, and a leg in black trousers lay there without a sound on the broken wooden floor at the hole.

Sean remembered that they were James' pants.

"Sean!" Dumbledore's urging voice sounded again in the room.

Sean ran over in a hurry. He crossed that leg and found that James was lying unconscious on the ground, and Lily was holding up her wand and continuously casting healing spells on him.

He turned his gaze to the center of the room.

On Daisy's bed, a wriggling mass of black oily substance was trembling crazily. It was like an extremely unstable fluid, with black smoke particles hovering around the edge.

And in the very center, the red core was exposed, as if it was filled with magma, and the crimson light flowed and flickered inside.

There is an illusory thread in the core, and that thread is connected to Daisy's body.

Daisy's skin became even paler, her face was covered with gray-black distorted scars, and on her frail upper right wrist was a daisy that emerged from the skin. Lost half of it.

The thread connecting Mo Ran and Daisy was stirring like a water pipe, as if trying to absorb Daisy from the other end.

And in the middle of that thread, an old hand was tightly held on it, that was Dumbledore with a tired face.

The runes of the runes flickered dimly, and Dumbledore's other hand holding the wand was slowly but firmly repeating a certain trajectory.

"Sean, appease it, and when it calms down, I will completely separate it from Little Daisy." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"I see, Professor." Sean took a deep breath, and looked at Moran's red core.

The red core flickered a few times, and after Sean approached, a part of the black oily substance silently appeared stretched out and was about to attack Sean!

Moody repelled Moran with a spell, and Moody, holding his wand, nodded to him, signaling Sean to continue.

"Huh..." Sean let out a deep breath, calming the silence under the blood curse thinking, this is really the first time...

He pulled out the cork of the potion bottle in his hand, and looked at the core.

In just a split second, the cruel wild instinct turned into a huge negative emotion and rushed over!