Chapter 522: Injured Sirius

The atmosphere of chatting and talking was good, at least it helped the young wizards present to relieve the pressure in their hearts.

Hermione's face was pale, and Ginny's face was even paler.

Ginny was younger, and not everyone had a big heart.

Strictly speaking, Hermione was not someone who could take risks, but it had to be admitted that in the three years at Hogwarts, Hermione was trained very well.

God knows why the four of them must be present and linked every time there was trouble. In fact, this question has been repeatedly tortured in the hearts of the four people for two years, starting from the second grade.

But fortunately, no one asked about these bad things again.

However, if it was the Quidditch World Cup, this topic would be completely ruined.

Harry's face was a little ugly. He knew more about that bad dream, Voldemort's voice, Trevor... Then the person who released the Dark Mark tonight should be the one kneeling in front of Voldemort.

Their conspiracy, their plan, no surprise, his previous dream was confirmed in this Quidditch World Cup.

It is not difficult to see that their target is himself.

Fanlin seemed to have noticed something, and he asked him to leave first.

If Fanlin hadn't been there.

Harry didn't dare to imagine that with just a few people like him, he could really escape from the hands of those vampires?

This was completely impossible, and Harry had no doubt about it.

Harry's face looked a little ugly, and he didn't participate in the discussion. He glanced at Fanlin.

Fanlin didn't know what he was talking to Hermione, but it seemed that the two of them were in a much better state than before.

Maybe he should go to Fanlin to talk about that brain block.

Voldemort's dream tortured him too badly.

The scar on Harry's head had been hurting when the Dark Mark lit up, and there was no sign of any relief.

...

Everyone had been discussing for a long time without realizing it, which could be seen from the dimming oil lamp.

Ginny had to change, and before that, this work had always been done by Hermione or Mr. Weasley.

Just as everyone turned the topic to the fireball dragon that Charlie was taking care of, Sirius and Mr. Weasley walked in from outside.

"It's really terrible, these dark wizards." Sirius came in and complained.

"What happened?" Fanlin asked, he saw new scars on Sirius.

"Several vampires failed to Apparate, and there was a guy with his legs separated. He attacked Sirius with a wand." Mr. Weasley said.

Sirius had several wounds on his arms, bloody.

"I have some distilled water here." Fanlin said, he wiped his chest, and a small bottle of distilled water appeared in his hand.

"You shouldn't use magic." Hermione said.

"It's just a simple extraction." Fanlin said, "It won't cause any burden."

"You should listen to Hermione, not to mention, my Aurors gave me some." Sirius said.

"What do you think the effect of these things from Nicolas Flamel will be?" Fanlin asked back.

"Okay." Sirius was a little helpless, "But thank you anyway."

As he spoke, Sirius applied the distilled water handed over to his wounds.

Just like a fire, the effect of the diffusa forcefully glued the separated flesh together.

"It works well, but it hurts a little." Sirius said.

"If possible, I don't mind giving you another cleansing spell."

"Forget it, it's too cold." Sirius waved his hand and sat down on the stool.

"Sorry, I can't stay for long." Mr. Weasley said, it was busy outside, we had to patrol all night.

"What about Sirius?"

"He was injured, Fudge asked Sirius to come back and rest, not to mention, Sirius's magic power was almost used up before, otherwise the vampire would not be able to hurt him." Mr. Weasley said.

He went inside and changed into his work clothes.

Fanlin felt that there was no difference between the two.

Mr. Weasley looked a little haggard, after all, after a whole night of tossing, even those Aurors, who often fought with dark wizards, felt a little weak.

Sirius's joining made the scene more restrained, and the originally forgotten incident was brought up again.

"How many vampires did you catch?" Fanlin asked. This seemed incredible, but those vampires were unlucky enough.

"Ah, yes, those bad guys." Sirius said, "These unlucky guys were expelled from the space by the chaotic magic storm. Most of them were missing something."

Fanlin nodded. Magic is the foundation. Even such a powerful creature cannot be spared in the chaotic space created by many wizards.

"This is a good thing for the Ministry of Magic. Those Aurors must have countless ways to make them speak."

Everyone firmly believed in this.

Fanlin believed that after such a night, Tevere and his people would be wanted throughout the UK.

This is a blow to the local vampires in the UK. However, Fanlin does not think that these vampires will stay in the UK. You must know that the more famous vampire gathering places are in Europe, and England is just a country. Just a small island country.

The Ministry of Magic's wanted list was useless. Even if Trevor's tribe contributed everyone's names, catching the vampire was a very difficult process.

Those cutting-edge demon hunters haven't finished it for hundreds of years, let alone these Ministry of Magic officials who can't even do defense well.

"It's no use," said Sirius. "Those vampires are so cunning, as you know, the Ministry of Magic has no control over them."

The expressions on the faces of several young wizards were a little ugly, and Sirius' words undoubtedly sprinkled a pinch of salt on their wounds.

"To be honest, I regret becoming an Auror now. This is not a very good thing. You have also seen it, the current Ministry of Magic."

"Maybe you can try to change him." Fan Lin said.

"Me? Forget it, I can't get it." Sirius said, "You should be aware of my abilities."

"That's why I added maybe, this is just an attempt." Fan Lin said.

"This will drive me crazy." Sirius refused unceremoniously.

However, Sirius soon stopped discussing issues related to the Ministry of Magic. These topics were not suitable to be dealt with in front of several children.

"What will the Ministry of Magic do with these guys?" Ginny asked, her face still a little pale.

"It's all the same process. First interrogate them, then put them in Azkaban and let the dementors guard them."

"So, those vampires are dead." Fan Lin said, "Without fresh blood, their power will weaken very quickly."

As mentioned before, the life and power of vampires come from blood, no matter what kind of blood it is, as long as it contains magic power.

Ordinary Muggle blood also contains magic, but they cannot use it, and they cannot actively absorb it.

It’s hard to imagine that in that ghost place of Azkaban, dementors would prepare some fresh blood food for these vampires?

This doesn't exist at all.

Even if it is fresh blood food, after passing through the hands of dementors, Fan Lin is very doubtful whether these vampires can still eat it.

Ice cold drinks.

It's quite exciting when you think about it.

"By the way Fan Lin, I haven't asked you yet, the last curse you used to escape..."

"It's just a simple crushing spell and a shaping spell. In fact, I originally wanted to lift the ruins, but my magic power covered it, but I didn't have that much mental power to control it."

"This is already amazing," Sirius said, "At least I can't do this kind of attack power of continuously releasing magic spells. It's not as simple as controlling the entire ruins."

"Compared with this, how did you deal with the Winky matter?" Hermione asked quickly. The girl was very concerned about this issue.

"Scrimgeour took it back," Sirius said, "However, from the looks of Scrimgeour, he has completely lost interest in this house elf. To be honest, I don't quite understand why you... …”

"Maybe we shouldn't dwell on this issue." Fan Lin said quickly. He knew what Sirius thought. As noble wizards, they had no meaning for the humble existence of house elves.

In fact, Sirius did not agree with Hermione's concept. He really had no way to understand it, just like Hermione had compromised with the entire wizarding community.

If the argument continues on this issue, Hermione will definitely quarrel with Sirius. In fact, Fanlin doesn't have that much experience to care about it, but Sirius shouldn't take it to heart. After all, in his eyes, this It's an impossible thing.

"When will Twinkle be released?" Fan Lin asked.

"I don't know, maybe it just happened in the past two days," Sirius said. "If anything happens, I can write to inform you."

"Okay, I'll ask Dobby to bring Winky back when the time comes."

This sentence was said to Hermione.

Hermione nodded, so she could still accept it. This was something she had agreed to before.

"Okay, maybe we shouldn't continue talking about this topic." Sirius said, "You have to go to bed, especially Fanlin and Hermione. Your bodies don't allow you to continue like this. Keep talking. If you have anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow morning, after all, it’s not far from dawn.”

In fact, Harry wanted to confirm that the person who released the Dark Mark didn't seem to be a vampire, but all the Death Eaters should be in Azkaban, at least that's the information given by the Ministry of Magic.

This made Harry very confused.

Maybe Fanlin would know something. He always knew more than anyone else, and Harry still trusted Fanlin 100%.

However, Sirius seemed not to give Harry a chance.

"Go back to your room and go to sleep. It's already late at night. You don't have any more rest time. We have to leave here early the next morning. After all, this is Muggle territory, and there has been such a big mess. "Sirius said, "And, you three!"

Sirius pointed at Hermione, Fanlin and Harry.

"I've talked to Arthur, you guys will go to the Burrow tomorrow, where Molly can take care of you. Damn, I originally wanted to take you to my house, but it's hard for me to stay at home after such a big incident."

"Don't worry, maybe we can go there on Christmas." Fanlin said.

"Well, that's it." Sirius nodded, "Remember, don't go anywhere, stay at the Burrow until school starts."

"Of course, I can't go anywhere now, not to mention, I'm a little lazy, and there will be bad things everywhere."

"You're really unlucky." Sirius smiled, "Okay, go to bed now. I'll go out and check the surrounding defenses."

A few minutes later, Fanlin dragged his heavy body back to the room, and Harry went to help Sirius, which was originally his job.

On the other hand, Harry chased out of the tent.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Sirius said.

"I want to help you, after all, I have some abilities, and your magic..."

"Don't worry." Sirius smiled, he was like Harry's father, there was nothing wrong with it.

Sirius is Harry's godfather, and both of them have no family.

"Come on, let's finish it as soon as possible." Sirius said, he touched Harry's head with his hand, and in a blink of an eye, Harry had grown a little taller.

However, he was still not as tall as the pair of lively twins, these two people grew too fast.

"Sirius..." Harry said hesitantly, he took out his wand and was replenishing his magic power.

"What's wrong?"

"I mean, their target is me, I know very well, you know why."

Sirius paused slightly.

"But they can't succeed." Sirius said, her hand tightened slightly, perhaps he thought of James and Lily.

In fact, Fanlin and Hermione are very similar, his pair of good friends.

This is definitely the most regrettable thing in Sirius' life.

"If, Sirius, I mean, if... there is some strange connection between me and Voldemort, or even maybe I am..."

"Don't think too much, Harry, you should believe in yourself."

"But I can always see something invisible."

"Invisible things?" Sirius said.

"Maybe we can go back and ask Dumbledore for help." Sirius said quickly.

Harry didn't speak.

"Trust me, you will be fine." (To be continued)