Chapter 329：

She has always wanted to take advantage of Dumbledore. If it can be proven that Dumbledore wanted to harm the Ministry of Magic, then she will receive unprecedented attention.

"Weapons, weapons." Hermione buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

But Ron clearly saw the corners of her mouth curl up.

Umbridge couldn't wait to perform meritorious service. She said, "Take me over to see that weapon."

Hermione's body was trembling, and Umbridge was very satisfied. She pointed her wand at Ron and the three of them, and the three of them were **** by the rope that flew out.

"Now, you come with me and Potter." Umbridge warned, "Don't try to do any tricks!"

Harry didn't know what Hermione was talking about, but he knew that he could only follow Hermione's words now.

Two people were held hostage and walked out of the office.

Umbridge's face twitched from time to time, and sometimes she would make dog barking sounds in her mouth.

Hermione and Harry walked in front, and they looked at each other.

I hope a professor will show up on the way.

It's a pity that everyone is not here at this time.

Both people's wands were thrown away again, and now they were no match for Umbridge.

They quickly left the castle and arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Where is it?" Umbridge asked sharply.

Hermione pretended to be cowardly and said, "Forbidden Forest, it's in the Forbidden Forest. That weapon is too powerful."

Umbridge was dubious, but just thinking that she could defeat Dumbledore, she moved on.

The two men walked in front, and Harry wanted to ask what the plan was.

Hermione spoke loudly, she wanted to use centaurs to deal with Umbridge.

But, I don’t know why.

It seems that because of the last time, the centaurs did not show up.

This made Hermione a little anxious.

"What tricks are you playing!" Umbridge realized something was wrong and had already entered the Forbidden Forest very deep.

She pointed her wand at the two people, "Where is the thing? Where is it?"

Sweat broke out on Hermione's forehead, and she hesitated: "Yes, yes..."

“Bah—!”

A white shadow fell from the sky, and instantly Umbridge's hand holding the wand burst into blood, causing the wand to fall.

"Hooooo—!"

There was a loud bang, and the three people froze.

Umbridge's screams were stuck in her throat, and she quacked like a duck.

Harry felt the whistling wind behind his head and turned his head carefully.

The big tail like a peony flower was very long, and a huge creature blinked at them.

Hermione's body stiffened, and she even forgot to breathe.

The big cat-like guy is right there, and no one dares to move.

At this moment, the white shadow flapped its wings and landed.

Impartial, right on the big cat’s head.

Now it was the big cat's turn not to move.

Hermione's eyes widened, that was...

"Basil?"

She called out, and Basil looked at her, then tilted his head.

"Basil, help us." Hermione shouted anxiously.

Harry thought it was too risky for her to do this.

Umbridge picked up the fallen wand, pointed it at the big cat and cursed, "Get out of the way, you ugly beast!"

She shot out a rope from her wand to tie up the big cat, but saw that the rope broke before it could fly.

She was stunned. A black shadow had already arrived in front of her. The sharp bird's beak penetrated her wrist, its sharp claws embedded in her shoulder, and she flew up.

This time, Harry was dumbfounded.

It was a black long-eared owl, and it actually carried a person and flew up.

Umbridge cursed and flew further and further away, and finally disappeared.

"Sirius!" Harry yelled and hurried back and forth.

Hermione looked back at Basil who was sitting on the big cat's head, and she followed suit.

As soon as he arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Harry met the three Rons who had broken free.

"How did you get out?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Ron handed the retrieved wand to Harry and Hermione and said, "It's Basil. It flew into the office and cut the ropes."

"What should we do now?" Ginny asked.

Harry said, "Of course I rushed to save Sirius."

"But how to get there?" Ron asked awkwardly.

Harry paused.

"We can fly there" an ethereal voice sounded, it was Luna.

"Yeah, but we don't have enough brooms!" Ron said angrily, "You may be able to fly without riding a broom, but we can't grow wings!"

"Besides the broom, there are other ways." Luna said calmly.

"Then what can you do to ride Wanwan Snoring?" Ron asked.

"The Snorlax doesn't know the road, it only knows the places it has been." Luna said arrogantly, "Remember what Hagrid said, they are good at finding the places the riders want to find."

Harry turned around. Standing between the two trees were two Thestrals.

Yeqi looked directly at them, as if he understood what they said.

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Chapter 358 Stars and Dimness

School hospital, Snape returned here again.

As soon as he entered the door, Madam Pomfrey stopped him.

Madam Pomfrey wiped her tears and said, "Can you contact his family?"

"It is a very deadly poison with no antidote."

Snape said silently, "Can I talk to him?"

"Pay attention to the time," Madam Pomfrey nodded, returning to her usual appearance, "The patient needs to rest."

Snape walked into the quiet school hospital, and there was a cough in his ears.

It's John's.

That face has become ferocious.

Black blood vessels occupied his cheeks, and every cough was as violent as coughing up his lungs.

Snape suddenly didn't know what to say, and he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

In the past time, he had taken the trouble to mention John Wick to Dumbledore again and again.

He felt that this man looked too much like Voldemort.

The same amazing talent, the same handsomeness, the same surrounding a group of people.

Even Snape was vaguely affected.

John is smarter than Voldemort, and he single-handedly changed Slytherin.

Let the sand turn into green glass.

As the head of Slytherin, Snape couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

He brought glory and change.

Arrogant people like Malfoy and Greengrass are all vassal to him.

The more this happened, the more the contradictions in Snape's heart became shaken.

He had seen the real side of John. This young man once caught Sirius and said the coldest words in the calmest voice.

He also saw a young man deliberately leaving his badge behind, hoping to make himself a one-hearted one.

But these were all rejected by him.

Snape couldn't afford the gamble.

There is no second Dumbledore in the wizarding world, and John has a vague tendency to be the third Dark Lord.

Although time and time again, John proved that he was different from Voldemort.

But, prejudice is like a big mountain.

The funny thing is that when Snape finally crossed the mountain, he only saw a dying Slytherin student.

John noticed Snape's arrival, his eyes filled with a deathly grayness.

Snape had a complicated expression on his face, opened his mouth, and finally turned into a simple and ordinary greeting: "Hello, Mr. Wick."

"Professor." John was so weak that his tiredness was visible even when he spoke a word.

The two were silent for a while, and Snape said: "The poison on your body was caused by man. Maybe St. Mungo's can alleviate it."

"Haha...cough..." John laughed out loud, but it turned into a cough in an instant, and black blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said, "Professor, you are a master of potions. With your knowledge, can't you tell? "

He was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling aimlessly, and said without fear: "St. Mungo's can't help me. Professor McGonagall is a very good person. She is destined to be disappointed this time."

It’s because the more you know, the more you feel despair about John’s condition.

That kind of poison will deplete every organ of the body and eventually lead to despair.

Even Snape, the Potions Master, was helpless against John's poison.

Snape was indescribably complicated. He thought he would be happy because a person who might become the third generation Dark Lord was about to die.

But all he felt was irritability, sadness, self-blame and... guilt.

Even the most hated headmaster in the history of Hogwarts would sincerely praise this student.

Slytherin's best student is going to die, how ironic.

As a potion master, he didn't notice it at all.

Even if it was only for a while in the morning, John might be able to be saved.

Only then did he realize that he was not just someone who might become the third generation Dark Lord.

Those are my students.

He should have been his proudest student.

Slytherin's most proud legend.

As the dean, I should have protected him and taught him.

But looking at it carefully, it seems that I have never done those things.

The disgust at the beginning of school, the fear and alienation after that.

It was he who pushed John Wick to this point step by step.