Hogwarts Homecoming

In the withering world, a green barrier full of vitality shattered into dots of stars, gradually disappearing into nothingness on the way to the night. Sirius froze in place, a bit of coldness slipped from between his brows and down the bridge of his nose, he stretched out a finger and twisted it in a sense of loss, and found that it was not a drop of blood, but a bead of cold sweat rolling down.

At that moment, he was the closest to death!

"Who?!" Melanov asked sharply.

The breeze blows, and a fresh breath ripples along with it. Many emerald green flowers bloom out of nowhere in the dark air. These dreamlike flowers take root among the ruined walls, and quickly grow out of toughness as thick as an arm. The vines, the vines went up the trend, tightly wrapping the support beams that were about to bend, and the world that was falling into collapse gradually became quiet.

Buzz--

A green light suddenly appeared in the air in front of Sirius. This light was like a black hole, pulling out countless bright green lights from the void. In this blooming brilliance, a man wearing an off-white Muggle style A lady in a long skirt and holding a grapevine cane slowly appeared.

The Weasley brothers and Hermione were working together to pull the unconscious Harry out from under the raft. Harry's face was pale, but his chest was still rising and falling. Hermione was trying her best to injure Harry. She stopped the bleeding in her arm, and Ginny fell on Harry's chest and cried loudly, but at this moment, they all stopped and stared at the lady who appeared in a strange way.

"This lady, did you save me?"

Sirius even forgot to run to Harry. He stared at the lady who suddenly appeared in the box with a shocked expression.

"You're not a wizard!"

Melanov stared at Cliona's hazy face and said through gritted teeth,

"Who do you work for, and why do you want to stop me?"

Phew. Bang!

At this moment, a bunch of fireworks suddenly burst out from below the Quidditch pitch. The fireworks exploded into strange patterns high in the sky. When they saw the patterns, Sis and Cancun's expressions changed immediately. They hovered outside the box and faced each other. Melanoff, who was confronted by Cliona, shouted,

"This is the signal to retreat, Melanov, let's go!"

"No!" Melanov shouted angrily, "That guy's head is worth ten thousand Galleons. I have to kill him, and I'm just close!"

"madman!"

No mission is more important than a life. The woman who suddenly appeared in the box looked very extraordinary. Sis and Cancun were not willing to stay any longer. Since Melanov had to earn these ten thousand Galleons, then Leave it to her.

Without hesitation, Sis and Cancun took to the sky, jumped over the stands and disappeared into the night.

"You made an irrational decision—"

Cliona stared at the only black cloaked wizard in the box. Her tone was calm, as if she was just stating a simple fact. She raised her cane and was about to do something, but just before taking action, her movements suddenly Pausing, looking sideways to the outside of the guardrail.

"Ginny!"

Mr. Weasley's voice suddenly appeared,

"Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, how are you doing!"

Before anyone appeared, Mr. Weasley had already called out the names of all the children in his family. With a rapid rising air, Mr. Weasley finally appeared in everyone's sight.

His clothes were messy, there were two bloodstains on his cheeks, and the few hairs were stuck to the top of his head with sweat. As soon as Krum's broomstick stopped, Mr. Weasley jumped down from it.

It wasn't until he saw that all the children were safe that Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he found Harry lying on the floor, and his relaxed face immediately tensed up again.

In a very short time, Mr. Weasley judged who was the enemy in this box. He pointed his wand at Melanoff and turned his cheek slightly to the children surrounding Harry.

"What's going on, how is Harry?"

"He was hit by a rock, but he should still be alive, dad!" Fred replied immediately.

"How's it going down there, Arthur, where's Percy?"

Sirius then asked.

"The audience is evacuating. The fireworks just now should be the signal agreed upon by this group of attackers. They are all retreating. Our people are chasing Percy and following Barty to alienate the audience!"

"All right--"

Sirius nodded sternly, pointed his wand at Melanoff,

"The situation has changed. Now we are two or three against one. You have two choices. One is to put down the wand and surrender, the other is to continue to resist and die here. Make a choice!"

"I'm sorry -" Melanov said coldly, "I don't want to choose either one!"

"Whoever can catch this dark wizard, I will apply to the International Federation of Wizards for him to receive the Order of Merlin, First Class!"

The situation suddenly changed. Fudge suddenly lifted the wooden board that was pressing him down, panting and holding his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a coma.

Melanov didn't pay attention to Sirius at all, and she didn't look at Mr. Weasley who was rushing here in a hurry. Her cold eyes only stared at Vitia Ke, who seemed to have nothing to do with everything that happened here. Leona,

"I ask again, who are you and why are you here!"

To be honest, not only Melanov was curious about this question, but everyone in the box was also very curious.

Why did this seemingly very powerful young lady appear here? Which country is she a wizard? She obviously saved Sirius, but why is she unwilling to reveal her true face?

The young lady who became the focus of everyone's attention didn't say a word. Instead, she walked towards Harry with light steps.

"W-what do you want to do?"

Hermione opened her arms nervously, looking wary.

Although this lady with a unique temperament saved Sirius and all of them, Hermione still couldn't trust such a person of unknown origin.

"The wound on his arm needs to be dealt with immediately, or it will be troublesome—"

Cliona said calmly.

After being reminded by her, Ron and the others immediately looked at Harry, and at this sight, there was a sudden gasp.

The wound on Harry's arm was nothing more than a burn mark before, but now, the burn mark has spread, and the shocking wound is dripping with blood, and the wound has turned black. As a result, everyone suddenly turned pale.

"Please. Please help him, please!"

Hermione turned pale with fright at Harry's wound, and she hurried out of the way, pleading in her tone.

Vitia Kriona lightly moved her cane, and Harry's limp body leisurely floated up from the ground and came in front of her.

Emerald-like light bloomed from the fingertips of green onion jade, and the power full of vitality swept over the scars, easily erasing Harry's wounds, filled with the magic power of death and evil, and in an instant, the skin on Harry's arms became pale again. Smooth, and as the wound healed, Harry's withered complexion visibly returned to the naked eye, and when he landed, he had already opened his hazy green eyes.

"Oh, Harry!"

Hermione covered her lips and began to cry excitedly, while Ron also anxiously asked about Harry's status.

"What's going on?" Harry blinked blankly at everyone who showed him concern.

"This young lady saved you, Harry!"

The wand in Mr. Weasley's hand did not fall, and he took the time to say something.

"Oh, thank you--"

Dazed, Harry didn't realize for a moment that there was an unfamiliar lady beside him. He cast his gaze over it only after being reminded by Mr. Weasley, and at first glance, Harry's brows suddenly frowned. When he got up, he blinked hard, with confusion in his eyes.

"You're welcome, Mr. Harry Potter—"

Vitia Kriona nodded slightly, her calm tone was slightly turbulent at this moment, it seemed that there was more urgency,

"Well, now that you have recovered, I take the liberty of making a request, would you like to accompany me to a place?"

Go somewhere?

Harry blinked faster and faster, which meant that his sanity was further restored.

What's the meaning?

Where does this mysterious woman want to invite Harry?

Everyone was confused by this unexpected request. They stared at the mysterious and powerful lady in confusion, not understanding what she was talking about.

"Ha, I see!"

Melanov suddenly laughed and said,

"Your goal is Harry Potter, right? Our goals don't conflict, right? We can join forces!"

A flash of light suddenly flashed through Harry's mind, making Harry look panicked.

"It's you, I remember you, you are the woman in the dream!"

Dream? What does this mean?

Cliona frowned slightly, she didn't understand what Harry Potter was saying, but Sirius understood it.

"Get away from that woman, Harry!"

Sirius yelled the loudest roar he had heard tonight.

Time froze at this moment, Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie all stretched out their hands towards Harry, while Harry himself retreated rapidly, but the movements that should have been very fast were extremely slow at this moment!

Vitia Kriona easily grabbed Harry's arm, and the vine wand she held up high was showing a glimmer of light, and she was about to leave in the next second, but at this moment, under the clear night, suddenly flashed With a dazzling thunder, the stagnant air suddenly trembled. Under the heavy pressure, there was a substantial flow of gravity in the air from top to bottom, and everyone, including Vitia Cleo, Both Na and Na stayed firmly in place.

The next sound that resounded throughout the Quidditch pitch made Vitia Cliona panic appear in her green eyes.

"You're well, Miss Cliona—"