Chapter 1,225

When Harry and the Death Eaters exchanged magic, Hagrid turned the bike around and took a "Z" shape, which felt like a flash of lightning, but the problem was that Hagrid's appearance didn't match the current situation.

But Harry knew that because its seat was unsafe, in fact, Hagrid didn't dare to use flame spray anymore, otherwise, if he was not careful, the first one to face the punishment would be Harry.

In fact, Harry was also constantly casting Stunning Spells at the Death Eaters behind him, and Harry almost knocked them off their brooms several times.

A Death Eater's turban fell off when he was avoiding Harry's magic. With the red light emitted by the Stunning Spell, Harry saw the pale face of Stanthorn Parker.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted loudly.

"That's him, Harry Potter, he's the real one!" The shout of the turbaned Death Eater even overwhelmed the roar of the motorcycle engine. After a while, the two Death Eaters retreated without a trace.

"What's going on, Harry?" Hagrid asked, "Where did they go?"

"I don't know!" Harry's voice was trembling, he was a little scared, because the hooded Death Eater said "It's him!"

This affirmative tone made Harry very uneasy, how could he know, and... that face... Stan Shunpike?

He looked at the endless darkness around him, which made Harry feel a little dangerous, where are they? He turned around and faced forward, holding Hagrid's clothes tightly.

"Hagrid, do that flame jet again, we have to get out of here quickly!"

"Then hold on, Harry!" Hagrid responded loudly, accompanied by another deafening roar, and a whitish blue flame spurted out of the jet. Harry felt as if he was sliding back to the seat. As a last resort, Harry had to hold Hagrid's clothes tightly, otherwise he would be baptized by flames. Fortunately, Hagrid held him firmly from behind with one hand and controlled the handlebars as much as possible with the other hand.

For the first time, Harry felt fortunate that Hagrid was a giant. If he was driving now, he would be lucky not to be thrown out.

"I think we got rid of them, Harry, we succeeded!" Hagrid shouted excitedly.

But Harry was not at ease. He kept looking around, still worried about the unknown pursuer. Why did they retreat? One of them still had a wand... It was him... He was the real one... After he got rid of Stan's weapon, they were right.

"We're almost there, Harry, we're almost there!" Hagrid said loudly. Harry felt the motorcycle descend a little bit, although the lights on the ground were still as far away as the stars in the sky.

Suddenly, his scar suddenly hurt like fire, and at this moment, a Death Eater appeared on each side of the motorcycle. Two killing curses flying from behind almost hit Harry.

Harry turned his head and saw Voldemort flying towards him like smoke in the wind... He didn't ride a broom or a night star. His snake-like face flashed a sinister light.

His pale fingers raised the wand again! Hagrid screamed in terror and drove the motorcycle almost vertically down.

Harry grabbed Hagrid's clothes tightly and casually cast a Stunning Spell into the endless darkness behind him.

Suddenly, Harry saw a figure passing by him. He knew he had shot one, but after a loud bang, the motorcycle engine sparked and the car completely lost control, spinning and falling from the air.

Green light whizzed past them, and Harry completely lost his sense of direction. The scar was still burning, making him feel that he might die at any time.

A hooded figure appeared on a broomstick a few feet away from him, and he saw the figure raise his hand...

"No!" Hagrid roared and jumped from the motorcycle to the Death Eater, scaring him, and then Harry watched Hagrid and the Death Eater disappear from his sight... The broom couldn't carry Hagrid and the Death Eater at all.

It's all over!

Harry thought in despair.

He had no idea where Voldemort was. He only saw another Death Eater suddenly fall down, and then "Avada..."

Harry couldn't open his eyes due to the intense pain in his scar. His wand began to move on its own. He felt the wand dragging his hand as if attracted by a magnet, and then he saw a burst of golden light with cracking sounds and angry shouts through his half-open eyes.

The remaining Death Eaters were in a mess, and Voldemort shouted "No!" Somehow, Harry found himself so close to the button of the flamethrower. He pressed it with the hand that didn't hold the wand, and the motorcycle suddenly shot out a large amount of flames and fell to the ground.

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted desperately, grabbing the motorcycle, "Hagrid Fly! Hagrid!"

Obviously, the Flying Curse was not very reliable when it wanted to work on a wizard, not to mention that Hagrid was a giant.

The motorcycle was getting faster and faster, rushing straight to the ground. Harry's vision was blocked by the handlebars, and now he could not see anything except the approaching lights.

Harry was about to be smashed to pieces and there was nothing he could do. Then from behind him came another shout, "Selwyn, give me your wand, quick!"

Harry felt it before Voldemort found him. He looked toward the sound, staring straight into those red eyes, sure that it was the last thing he would see in his life.

Voldemort was about to cast a spell on him, and dark red light gathered in the sky just like his eyes... But at this moment, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, accompanied by a burst of slightly distorted light and shadow, which looked like It was like an explosion, but Harry didn't hear the sound.

Harry looked down and found Hagrid lying like a "big" on the ground beneath him. Harry tried hard to turn the car to avoid hitting him, but just as he was groping for the brakes, with a loud noise, the motorcycle crashed, and Harry and the motorcycle fell into a quagmire.

"Hagrid?" Harry struggled to get up among the messy metal and leather debris, and his palms fell into the mud again with force.

He couldn't figure out where Voldemort had gone, and he felt that maybe Voldemort would attack him from the darkness at any time.

Something warm and wet dripped from his chin and forehead. He crawled out of the mud and stumbled toward the big, dark shadow on the ground. That was Hagrid.

"Hagrid? Hagrid, say something to me..."

But the big black man didn't move.

"Who's there? Is it Potter? Are you Harry Potter?" Harry didn't recognize the voice, and then a woman shouted, "They fell. Ted! In the garden!"

Harry suddenly felt dizzy.

"Hagrid," he repeated automatically, feeling as if his knees were being clamped down.

When Harry woke up, he felt like he was lying on something like a cushion. His ribs and right arm were in burning pain. His knocked-out teeth had grown back, and the scar on his forehead was still throbbing. .

"Hagrid?" Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa in a strange room. The lights were on. His wet rucksack was covered with mud and was thrown not far from him. on the ground. A blond, paunchy man was watching him anxiously.

"Hagrid is okay, kid," the man said. "My wife is taking care of him. What do you think? Any other injuries? I treated your ribs, teeth, and arms. By the way , I am Ted, Ted.**, Dora's father."

Harry sat up suddenly, the light shining on his eyes, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Voldemort..."

"Relax, don't worry now," Ted**s said, reaching out to hold Harry's shoulders and letting him lean on the cushion again, "You fell hard. What happened? The motorcycle went out. What's the problem? Has Arthur Weasley done something beyond his control again, with his Muggle contraption?"

"No," Harry said, his scar hurting like a gaping hole. "Death Eaters, many Death Eaters...are chasing us..."

"Death Eaters?" Ted's voice suddenly became sharp. "What do you mean, Death Eaters? I thought they didn't know we were going to move you tonight, I thought..."

"They know," Harry said.

Ted**s looked up at the ceiling, as if his eyes could penetrate there and reach the sky outside.

"Well, we know that our protection spell is still working at that time, right? They should not be able to get within a hundred meters of you from any direction."

Now Harry understood that Voldemort disappeared the moment the motorcycle crashed into the Order of the Phoenix's protective spell. He just hoped that these spells were still effective: he imagined that Voldemort was watching Harry protected by a huge transparent ball from a hundred meters away, watching their conversation, and looking for any opening to kill him. Come in.

However, that disharmonious feeling kept reminding Harry that it seemed that the curse could not be resisted. When exposed to the threat of Voldemort, Harry felt as if he was almost torn apart.

The wand saved him again?

Harry moved his legs off the sofa, he had to see for himself to believe that Hagrid was okay.

However, before Harry could stand up, the door opened, and Hagrid struggled to squeeze in from the door. His face was stained with blood and mud. Although he was a little lame, he was still miraculously alive.

"Harry!" Hagrid knocked over two delicate tables and a pot of spider eggplant, crossed the room in two steps, and hugged Harry tightly, almost crushing his newly grown ribs.

"Oh, Harry, how did you escape? I thought we were both doomed now."

"Well, me too. I didn't expect..." Harry suddenly paused, and then he saw a woman entering the room behind Hagrid.

"You!" he yelled, reaching quickly into his pocket for his wand, but it was empty.

"Here's your wand, kid," Ted reminded, placing his wand lightly on Harry's arm. "It fell next to you and I picked it up. This... is my wife."

"Oh, I... I'm sorry." Mrs. Jones walked into the room. She now looked not so strikingly similar to her sister, Bellatrix: she had light brown soft breasts. The hair and eyes also look more generous and friendly. But she looked a little arrogant because of Harry's yelling.

"How is our daughter?" she asked. "Hagrid said you were ambushed. Where is Nymphadora?"

"I don't know," Harry replied matter-of-factly. "We don't know what happened to the others. James was walking in the opposite direction to us, but Kingsley was covering..."

She and Ted looked at each other, and at their expressions, a mixture of fear and guilt gripped Harry.

If anyone died, it was his fault, all his fault. It was he who agreed to the plan and gave them his hair...

"Portkey," he suddenly remembered, "we must go back to the Burrow and have a look... and then we will give you news, or... or Sis will send you a message personally, as long as she... "

"Dora will be fine, Domeda," Ted reassured her. "She knows her abilities well and has been with the Aurors through life and death many times. The portkey is here," he said to Harry. "It will be there." Leave in three minutes, if you want to use it."

"Yes, we have to go," Harry said. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "I..." He looked at Mrs. Sis and wanted to apologize for putting her in such a panic situation. He felt that he bore great responsibility for this, but he could not think of a sentence that made him sound Less disingenuous rhetoric. "I will tell **S... Dora... who sent the letter, and wait for her reply... Thank you for saving us, thank you for everything you have done, I..."

He was glad to finally leave the room and followed Ted *** down a short corridor and into a bedroom. Hagrid followed close behind, hunching over to avoid hitting his head against the door beam.

"There, kid, that's the door key," said Mr. Jones, pointing to a small silver-backed comb on the dressing table. "Thanks," Harry said, putting a finger on the comb and getting ready to leave.

"Wait a minute," Hagrid said, looking around. "Harry, where is Hedwig?"

"She...she was hit," Harry said. The realization nearly crushed him: tears stung his eyes, and he felt ashamed of himself. The owl was his companion, and she was an important link between him and the wizarding world whenever he was forced to return to the Dursleys.

Hagrid stretched out a big hand and patted his shoulder painfully. "Don't be sad," he said gruffly, "don't be sad. She lived a long and great life..." (To be continued)