Chapter 964: Flooded by Fire

"Harry, stand back! It's on fire—"

Neville, who was explaining the experience of casting the Patronus Charm in detail, suddenly caught a glimpse of a raging flame out of the corner of his eye. And then he discovered that Harry, who was facing him, hadn't noticed it yet!

Hearing Neville's reminder, Harry hurriedly looked into the corridor behind him.

Undoubtedly, those were the scariest flames Harry had ever seen in his life—although they seemed to be the same as ordinary flames in color, the torrent-like amount was probably enough to make everyone who saw this Everyone in the scene was shocked!

"Clear water is like a spring!"

While subconsciously letting his wand spew out a large stream of water, he immediately backed away from the way he was walking back and forth with Neville. Seeing this, Neville also followed him to the other side and vigorously released the spring water.

It's a pity that the two of them may have produced enough water—at least it was much more than ordinary wizards, but it had no effect on the wave of flames coming from the other end of the corridor.

"No, there's no need to water it, it's useless at all!"

Harry tugged at Neville's arm, before stopping the spell himself. However, although he gave up using water, he didn't just keep running.

Because he knew that just looking at the speed at which the flames rushed, he and Neville would probably be completely engulfed before they could run out of the corridor.

"There are many obstacles."

In a hurry, he drew the trajectory of the stick in front of him first, and only at the last moment did he slam it behind him.

Immediately, an invisible magical obstacle was left behind by Harry, but he himself did not stop at all, and continued to rush forward with his head buried.

"Harry, the Impeding Charm didn't work either!"

Realizing Neville's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Harry glanced back hurriedly. Sure enough, it was probably because Neville wanted to check the effect of the blocking spell, so he was already several steps behind him.

"Run quickly, don't stop! Don't look to see if it works..."

In such an urgent situation, Harry's true ability can actually be seen the most.

To be honest, he is just an ordinary boy in normal times: sometimes he is dull, sometimes he looks childish, and sometimes he even falls into self-contradiction because he thinks too much.

But once he falls into a situation where he has no time to think, he will act according to his instinct. In fact, his subconscious intuition is the most precious and powerful help he has.

"Quick! Faster! Oh, there's no time!"

Suddenly, Harry grabbed Neville's arm tightly, and threw it forward with all his strength.

Then, having no time to think at all, he resolutely threw away the wand in his hand, and put it straight into the hood of the sorting hat that he had held in his left hand from the beginning.

"Sword, give me the sword!"

The Sorting Hat, who had been silent recently, finally spoke at this extremely critical moment.

"Sword, what sword! Are you really planning to use a sword to put out the fire?" He yelled after the Sorting Hat was pulled out, "Stop digging! Are you sick of the snake raised by Salazar! Open Keep your eyes open!"

"Varied--"

Harry didn't even have time to say the word "what" at the end, so he was swallowed by the torrent of flames with a look of confusion scolded by the Sorting Hat.

As for Neville... To some extent, his experience was even worse than Harry's. Because of Harry's toss just now, he staggered and fell face-to-face to the ground, so he didn't even have the time to get up.

"what--"

"what--"

Two consecutive screams were heard from the underground corridor to the hall on the first floor, causing many injured patients to jump up from the ground in shock.

Not long after, when a group of r.a. members staying in the hall went to check in surprise, terrible flames spewed out silently from the stairs leading to the underground.

"Hannah, go inform Hermione and the others, quickly—"

In a hurry, Ginny shouted without looking back.

...

Just when everyone in the hall was caught off guard by the sudden sea of ​​flames, a petite figure on the sixth floor of St. Mungo's was also frowning slightly, as if he had encountered something puzzled.

"What's going on... Did Maca not notice it? Or did he just encounter an unexpected situation?"

The one who is muttering to herself at this moment is Sarah who is still maintaining the operation of the formation.

It can be seen that although she didn't show much expression because of her special nature, she was still aware of what happened next.

Perhaps it can be said that she was the first to discover the invasion of foreign objects.

But then again—if she already knew the terrible situation on the first floor and even the underground corridor, wouldn't her behavior at this time be a bit "too" ordinary again?

Even if Sarah is fundamentally flawed, she should be able to think of one or two remedial measures within her ability to deal with it normally... such as using her alchemy, right?

However, apart from standing beside the training formation and thinking silently, she didn't do any other actions.

After a while, Sarah lowered her head again, staring at Lian Chengzhen who was still glowing with her big bright eyes again, silently.

Finally, she gently raised her white right hand, and stretched it forward hesitantly.

But before she could do anything, she still put her hand down.

"Well, forget it."

...

"Hermione! Hermione... it's on fire! It's on fire!"

Hannah Abbott is Luna's friend, and she is also one of the few good friends Luna has who came together with her spontaneously and spontaneously.

And this kind of friendship that burst out naturally is probably because the two of them are somewhat similar in certain rooms.

But Hannah stumbled along the corridor to the corner, staggered a few steps with her feet, and then fell forward.

Or could it be said that she had a relationship with Neville?

If Sinista hadn't appeared from the other side of the corner, what was waiting for her might not have ended up with the same face as Neville. The only difference between the two is that there are not so many flames chasing behind Hannah for the time being.

"Boom!"

Sinista, who had just turned the corner, was immediately hit by this reckless girl, and she almost fell to the ground.

"Hermione! Fire! Big fire!"

Hannah, who had no sense of bumping, didn't even raise her head, and buried her face in Sinista's chest, but still kept shouting. It wasn't until Sinistra helped her upright that she hurriedly looked around for Hermione's figure.

"Granger has already passed, hurry up! We also... no, you should wait here!"

"Huh? Oh!"

Hannah stayed where she was in a daze, watching the other party continue to run forward, and then her eyes widened as if realizing something.

"How could Professor Sinista be here..."

Putting Hannah with an inexplicable face aside, Hermione and Sirius were galloping forward in front of Sinista.

In fact, Hannah didn't need to notify them, the screams just now and the chaos of the wounded were already loud enough, even if they were separated by a corridor, they could still hear them clearly.

But before they reached the side entrance of the hall, the two saw flames pouring in from the outside, spreading towards them.

When those flames arrived here, they were finally no longer as terrifying as those in the underground corridor, and the speed of spreading and advancing was obviously much slower.

However, the characteristics of this flame seem to have remained unchanged!

As soon as Sirius saw the flames, he immediately cast several different spells one after another, and Hermione also tried to block the flames from approaching.

"No effect—Back! Back!"

But at this moment, a figure suddenly walked in from the door leading to the hall not far away, stepping on the raging flames but still moving freely.

Sirius took a sudden glance, and almost threw a shattering spell at the person who came.

"It's okay! This flame may be just an illusion, and it won't cause any harm to us!"

"Harry?"

Hermione, who was retreating sharply, trusted Harry out of habit when she saw it was Harry.

But Sirius next to her didn't let go of his guard, dragged Hermione back a few steps, and stopped in doubt when he found that Hermione's foot had already entered the sea of ​​flames.

He kicked it twice on the spot, leaned over and grabbed a handful from the flames with his hands, and then fell into deep thought with a puzzled face.

"Harry, do you know what's going on?"

Hermione didn't check the flames on the ground immediately, but directly asked Harry who was walking this way. It's a pity that Harry just shook his head helplessly, the doubts in his eyes were no less than Hermione's.

"I was talking to Neville in the underground corridor just now. Who knows, the flames suddenly burst out from nowhere. Before the two of us had time to run far, we were completely engulfed in the sea of ​​flames!"

"In the underground corridor?"

Although Hermione was a little puzzled by this, she didn't pursue it too much. Seeing that Harry seemed to want to explain, she immediately waved her hand, turned and said:

"Let's not talk about this first, let's go! Take us to the bottom to see..."

When Sirius heard the sound, he also stood up, stepped on the fire blanket that seemed to be nothingness, and walked quickly to the side door with the two of them.

Hermione looked at the back of Harry who was walking in front, and only then cast a questioning look at Sirius behind him.

But Sirius immediately shook his head imperceptibly.

The two communicated clearly to each other - it might be Harry's words that made Hermione suspicious after all, and Sirius shook his head to indicate that he was not sure either.

Where did so many flames come from? What's going on in St. Mungo's Underground? And is the Harry in front of them the "real" Harry?

No one seems to know.

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