Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 744 Poisonous Hand

Hermione had lost the ability to control her body. Moody had to hold Hermione's chin, forcefully remove the cork of the bottle, and forcefully pour the green fluorescent juice that was evaporating into the air into Hermione's mouth. Amosta narrowed his eyes but did not stop his movement.

Then a trickle of liquid flowed into Hermione's mouth, and Hermione's pale complexion finally softened a little. However, thin black smoke was still rising from her body, and the light in her brown pupils only proved that she was not Die.

Ron's luck was worse. When he landed, he hit his head on the stone slab paving the ground. He lay motionless on the ground, as if he had fainted from the fall.

But Harry didn't run over to check on Ron. His eyes still fell on Hermione's dull face, her green eyes looking blank and unhurried.

No one talked about the scene that was happening. The little wizards who got up from the ground in twos and threes looked at Hermione Granger, as well as Professor Blaine and Professor Moody beside her, and seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead and mercury, and even the sound of the wind was gone.

"Oh my god."

In the dilapidated Three Broomsticks bar, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout ran out of the broken glass and sawdust. They saw a little wizard from a distance. Lying on the ground, and when they got close enough and discovered that the student on the ground was Hermione Granger, the blood on Professor McGonagall's face suddenly drained away, and her body shook violently. If it weren't for Professor Plaut gave her an urgent hand, fearing that she might fall to the ground.

She couldn't believe that the right thing was happening in front of her--Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with tears, staring at Hermione, approaching unsteadily step by step,

"What exactly is going on"

What happened, what happened?

After saying these words, Amosta gently moved his fingers, and a stretcher appeared under Hermione out of thin air, slowly lifting Hermione up.

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang—"

"Amosta--" Professor McGonagall looked at Amosta with tears in her eyes, "Granger."

Hermione was lying on the stretcher, her head tilted limply.

The surging wind and waves during high-speed flight were completely blocked by the magic barrier, and there was no ripple inside the barrier.

Professor Moody fed the bottle of potion to Hermione, and then slowly placed Hermione on the ground. Facing Blaine's gaze, his cheek twitched violently.

Her vision was still blurry, and she couldn't hear what was coming from the rumbling sound in her ears, but she still recognized that the person who appeared next to her was Professor Blaine.

Although Professor Blaine did not look at him, Harry knew that he was asking him, so he nodded slowly and moved his lips, but said nothing.

The turbulent anger in those lavender eyes was so chilling that it even gave her the urge to turn around and run away.

"--She will be fine for the time being, but she needs more professional treatment. I don't particularly understand the wizard's curse."

Nothing can be wrong - Moody thought with a confused expression as he stared at the black dot that quickly turned into a black spot in his field of vision.

Moody opened and closed his lips and spoke softly.

After saying that, Amosta put his hands on the armrests of the stretcher, and a magic barrier emitting a soft milky white light enveloped him and Hermione. After looking at Harry who was in a daze, Amosta He sighed secretly in his heart, his figure suddenly blurred, broke through the air, and flew into the sky with Hermione.

Amosta glanced across the ground, looking at the opened snack box and the delicately shaped cookies rolled everywhere, and asked calmly.

"Don't worry-" Amosta said calmly, "She will recover, but the safety of the students here is equally important. Professor McGonagall, we must let them return to school as soon as possible-"

wow-

The cookies scattered on the ground and the snack boxes torn apart by the explosion were repaired as if they were traveling back in time. Looking around at every pair of eyes filled with fear and confusion, Amosta finally raised his wand.

Everyone present wants to know about this, package Amosta is there, but before that, the more important thing is to save Hermione's life!

"Can you please supervise the little wizards' return to school?" Amosta looked at Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Is this Hermione's thing?"

Amosta's cold voice echoed through every corner of Hogsmeade.

"All students in Hogsmeade should return to Hogwarts immediately without delay."

A stream of silver light suddenly emerged from the tip of the staff and rushed in the direction of Hogwarts. In just one breath, it merged with the vast snowy world.

The fear of death was suddenly dispelled, and her heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of security. Now that Professor Blaine had appeared, she would probably not be in danger again.

But at the same time, there was an endless stream of grievances in her heart.

This grievance made Hermione shed tears unconsciously, and the warm tears streaked down her pale cheeks, unable to be suppressed at all. "Don't worry--"

Amosta, who was looking at Hogwarts Castle, seemed to see something. He lowered his head and saw Hermione on the stretcher crying. His eyelids moved slightly and gave Hermione a reassuring smile.

"Don't be afraid, we will make you healthy soon -"

For some reason, Professor Braine's light voice actually overwhelmed the rumbling sound in her ears. Hermione heard it clearly. She tried hard to blink her eyes and see Professor Braine more clearly, but there was a feeling in her heart. The warmth made her relax, and waves of exhaustion rushed into her mind. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, Hermione rolled her eyes and fell asleep.

Wow!

Amosta directly crossed the school wall, and when crossing the Black Lake, the strong wind caused by the high-speed skimming squeezed the broken ice floating on the lake, making a crashing sound.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Amosta had swept across the undulating lawns covered with ice and snow, and landed at the gate of the castle. Dumbledore and Snape were already waiting here, and Fox was waiting for them. Hovering overhead.

At the moment of eye contact, Amosta also saw the surging anger in Dumbledore's blue eyes. Under the intense emotion, the magic power of Dumbledore's body was like the roar of the sea under a typhoon. Perhaps it was influenced by The influence of the cool aura exuding from Dumbledore's tall and thin body may have been caused by running wildly after receiving the message. Severus's face was tense, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his dark eyes were There are also ups and downs of emotions.

"I suppressed the erosion of poison and curse on Miss Granger's body, and Moody used some strange potions to help her repair her damaged vitality-"

Amosta held the stretcher and strode up the steps.

In a flash of fire, three people appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore waved his wand sharply, and a sofa used for entertaining guests in the office rolled over and landed in front of the three of them, and transformed into a hospital bed.

Amosta controlled the unconscious Hermione to fly up from the stretcher and slowly landed on the bed.

Dumbledore, Amosta and Severus stood on the left and right sides of the hospital bed and at the head of the bed, looking down at Hermione who was in trouble on the bed. Fawkes also landed next to Hermione's cheek and lowered his head. , looked at Hermione tenderly with ruby ​​eyes, then blinked and dropped a few tears on Hermione's lips.

"Useless--"

The three of them were observing Hermione in their own ways. Severus, with dry lips, said,

"The poison in her is related to the curse. As long as the curse exists, the poison will not disappear. This curse"

"A very powerful curse. The person who caused the poison planned to kill her——"

Amosta said to Dumbledore with cold eyes.

It can be seen from Dumbledore's fluttering beard and blue face how angry he was now, but he didn't say anything. He just leaned down and analyzed the frozen mass in Hermione's body with sharp eyes. The black cloud has been bound to Hermione's life and magic. If it weren't for Amosta's suppression, Hermione would die soon.

Severus glanced at the snack box at the end of the bed. He quickly walked over and took a piece from it, put it under his nose and smelled it. After squinting and observing for himself, he shook his head slightly at Amosta.

"There's no poison in the food—"

Dumbledore straightened up, "Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley--"

"They're fine--"

Amosta shook his head slightly.

"The curser probably didn't come for them,,,, they are rushing back from Hogsmeade--"

"I need some Fox tears--"

Severus knew exactly what Amosta had brought him here for. He looked at Dumbledore.

"I can prepare some potions. Continuous drinking can help Granger suppress the poison and restore her consciousness. But you must solve the curse as soon as possible, otherwise she will not be able to hold on sooner or later-"

(End of this chapter)