Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 543 No. 11 Warriors

Harry hovered in the air, trying to keep the distance from the Gryffindor Phantom as far as possible.

There was fire in the phantom's eyes, and he was still watching Harry move closely,

The wand in his hand kept pointing at Harry, but the phantom didn't err horribly like the Slytherin phantom, casually casting a spell that would never move Harry at all.

Harry suddenly found that his situation was not as serious as he had imagined.

Although that guy flew into the sky, his speed was far less than that of this new type of broom.

Gryffindor's phantom has no way of actually hurting him.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a day——Harry was very grateful that McGuffin had invented such a new type of broom that could accelerate and gallop instantly.

'Flocks of birds! '

The Phantom of Gryffindor has finally acted.

He stopped under Harry, raised his wand, and flocks of golden birds spewed out from the wand... Chirping and flying around the phantom in groups.

Finally, Gryffindor flicked his wand vigorously in the air, and the bird was ignited.

They were like a group of little phoenixes, or they turned into salamanders with wings, or they were smaller than burning dragons... With ear-piercing screams, they rushed towards Harry.

They have fronts and backs, big and small, but they are all burning with flames... Undoubtedly, they are not safe and harmless existences.

--boom!

Harry hit a few with his wand, blocked a few...but certainly not enough.

And this thing explodes too, and as soon as it gets close to Harry... those little flaming birds go (--boom-boom!) all of a sudden.

Deafening.

With a bang, the other flaming birds that were close to the little flamingo were also ignited and detonated one by one.

--boom! --boom! --boom!

Continuously, the upturned air waves suddenly lifted Harry over,
The broomstick spun, out of control, and trembled so violently that it almost knocked Harry off.

He felt a sharp pain, a searing pain in the back of his shoulder...

But Harry knew he had to persevere, he had to win this challenge,
no if...

Harry clung to the broom tightly, after stabilizing a little.

He immediately mobilized the broomstick, trying to speed up and avoid these disgusting 'kamikaze birds'.

'Fortunately, the broom invented by MacGuffin is stronger and more durable. 'Harry was thankful for the second time in a short period of time for an invention he had hated.

He began to fly around non-stop, here and there for a while, carefully avoiding those burning birds, and paying attention to the movements of Gryffindor Phantom all the time.

Those damn little flamingos gradually increased with the addition of Gryffindor phantoms, and began to fill the sky.

Harry knew it couldn't go on like this.

Once these little birds completely surrounded him, even if he didn't need to get close, he would have no chance of surviving the chain explosions one by one.

Now, only down.

There are enough obstacles below for yourself to hide.

Harry looked down.

The vines summoned by Hufflepuff's phantom are still dancing wildly, writhing their bodies... like an indescribable place for cult sacrifices.

boom!
Another explosion.

Harry knew he had to go down, there was no other way.

He tilted his broom downwards, and quickly swooped down towards the ground before the 'Kamikaze Firebirds' mobbed him.

Soon, he came to the forest of vines.

The Firebird behind him screamed and followed him... bumping into those vines,

Violent explosions and air waves continued to come from behind Harry.

Harry walked back and forth among the vines as deftly as a feather...

Around Professor McGonagall, Hagrid and their vague exclamations kept reaching Harry's ears, but he couldn't care about them at all.

Harry suddenly rose up, suddenly fell, turned left for a while, backed up for a while, and even used that 'drift' technique to make sharp turns from time to time, shuttle back and forth between the vines, and keep 'dancing' in these twisted and twisted prison nets of murderous ropes...

Even a Quidditch match didn't excite Harry so much, and he felt as if he'd reached the best broomstick control he'd ever done in his life.

The new broom was so flexible in his hands... any vibration, any feedback... he could feel it clearly.

There was hardly any loss of control...it was like another body of him.

However, Harry knew he couldn't go on like this forever,
He had to end this challenge, and he couldn't drag it on like before, letting those phantoms take the lead.

With a whoosh, Harry accelerated with all his strength and directly bypassed the vines... and came in front of Hufflepuff Phantom.

He knew he had to win this challenge to win life.

He understood that the magic power of himself and the phantoms of the four giants were basically at two levels.

If he is to survive, or win this challenge, he will have to surprise.

You have to trust your instincts, trust what you do best...

As McGuffin said, act first, don't let these phantoms unite, don't let them have a chance to make a move.

'Armor protection! '

shouted Harry, raising his wand, casting a spell on himself.

Then lowered his body, accelerated suddenly, and rushed directly towards Hufflepuff's phantom.

- Whoosh!

The Nimbus 2000S was so fast that it carried Harry directly into Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff's phantom obviously understood at this time.

The fire in its eyes suddenly became stronger, burning blazingly and staring at Harry,

It raised its wand, stood where it was, and cast the spell.

Harry flicked the broom lightly, avoiding the slightly delayed launch of the spell, and quickly approached Hufflepuff.

Fast -

Just for a brief moment.

It hadn't even had time to cast the protection spell.

--boom!

Boom!
Harry ran straight into the Hufflepuff phantom.

Not as scary as imagined!
Harry hurried himself as if he had bumped into a piece of cream cake, soft...

As soon as it was poked, Hufflepuff's phantom burst suddenly... like a water polo, it exploded, and a kind of translucent fragments were scattered everywhere... as if glass shattered.

Harry came to a halt, his feet on the ground, and he looked back.

Before these translucent phantom fragments fell to the ground, they gradually disappeared in the air.

For the first time Harry heard voices outside the flame fence,
Professors, Hagrid's shouting and screaming, the loud discussions of the warriors...Professor McGonagall and Bagman's angry argument...the sound was deafening, extremely loud, indistinct, and extremely messy...so few people almost made this place feel like they were on the field of the Quidditch World Cup.

'not the right time yet! ……not the right time yet! '

Harry kept reminding himself in his mind.

--There is still one!
Harry clutched the handle of his broomstick with trembling hands...

Not only him, but the broom (the latest flagship [Nimulator 2000S] given to him by MacGuffin) was also shaking constantly, with a very obvious arc. The impact just now was not without damage to them.

I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer.

--boom!

The group of birds suddenly descended and exploded, blasting the vines in the swamp into a sea of ​​flames.

Gryffindor in the sky is like a demon king descending into the world, falling slowly in the sea of ​​flames produced by the explosion.

The fire in his eyes was almost burning out.

call!call!
Breathing heavily, Harry stared intently at Gryffindor.

He had never been so calm, and all the attention in his mind was focused on one thought:

— live!

Harry understood that now was not the time to rest, he could only move while he was still able to move, and he had to get rid of this most troublesome phantom as soon as possible.

"Come on dude..."

whispered Harry, tapping the broomstick lightly,
The broom also seemed to understand something. Although it was still trembling, it had calmed down a lot.

Harry took a deep breath, bent down and crawled slightly on the broom, then kicked his feet and rushed up to the phantom of Gryffindor.

No matter what he was about to face, he was ready.

Harry had never felt so calm in his head, he felt like another self appeared in his body...

It feels very weird,

He was extremely excited, but at the same time extremely terrified... His body trembled, but he was full of courage...

And these contradictory feelings in the body... It's like being isolated to a far, far away place, not belonging to oneself.

He clearly understood that it was his own feelings, but felt that these things could no longer interfere with his thoughts.

'Using [Occlumency] now will definitely succeed. 'Harry still had the leisure to think like this.

Whoosh!
The broom was fast approaching Gryffindor, and Harry and the phantom stared at each other again.

Both raised their wands at the same time.

Harry knew he had to cast the one spell he was best at.

"Avada Suo Life Curse!"

"Except your weapons!"

Bang!Like a cannonball exploding!

Two magic spells... green and red collided suddenly, bursting out golden light.

The broom in Harry's hand shook violently almost at the same time, so violently... he was shaken off before he could hold it.

The broom escaped from his hand like a sharp sword, and charged straight up.

Harry, who just finished casting the spell, didn't have time to react, and fell down in a whirl, turning circles in the air...

He could only hold his wand tightly, trying to cast a spell to land himself safely.

--boom!

Something exploded!

'Could it be those kamikaze little firebirds... No, they've all been consumed in the sea of ​​vines just now. '

Harry fell straight towards the ground, his body spinning uncontrollably, he couldn't tell which was which, let alone cast a spell...

The surrounding voices suddenly became clear.

Extremely clear!

All kinds of noisy shouts and screams will not be mentioned...

Hagrid's loud voice was anxiously calling Harry's name, it seemed to be ringing in his ears... and it seemed to be getting closer.

'Really, there are footsteps... very heavy, like elephants and rhinos rushing! '

Before Harry could think about it,

A weak force of buoyancy jerked Harry...upwards, but it was still too weak...

--boom!

Harry slumped to the ground anyway.

'Repair as ever! '

"Go to Madam Pomfrey! That who... didn't you go to Bobby?"

"I'm here, let me in."

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore is here too!"

"Albus, we need an explanation! What the hell is going on?"

"Give me a hand, carefully lift him up...let me see..."

"Give me some peace..."

There was darkness in front of Harry's eyes, and he heard the noisy discussions around him, but he didn't understand what these words meant... He didn't understand.

He didn't know where he was, he didn't know who he was, and he didn't know what he was doing... his mind was foggy and blank.

It's been a while since I remembered my name

—Harry Potter, and this is Hogwarts.

Only then did Harry realize that he had no sense of his body, he couldn't even open his eyelids, he couldn't feel the skin, he couldn't feel pain, he couldn't even feel breathing...

'what happened? '

Harry felt like he was locked in a black box, and his whole body was petrified.

Only vague, distant discussions and shouts could be heard outside.

"Harry, Harry..." A muffled, self-pitying cry of pain kept coming.

"Poor little guy... He suffered three broken ribs, a comminuted fracture in his left arm, and direct fractures in both legs and arm bones... There are still marks of snake bites on his arms, and third-degree burns from magic flames on his back and shoulders... The inside of his head must have been severely injured, not to mention other minor ailments... Almost no part of his entire body is intact."

Madam Pomfrey's concerned voice entered Harry's head.

'Madame Pomfrey... who is she? ’ Harry suddenly thought of a woman... a witch.

The memory in my mind gradually became clearer.

"Madame Pomfrey, can you treat it?" the man with a rough, nasal voice asked cautiously.

It's Hagrid!
There was a warm feeling in Harry's heart, and the feeling was gradually recovering, and at the same time, the memory puzzle in his head... was also recovering and being put together.

"Of course. It's not some magical damage! I'm not a Muggle."

"I just need to wave the wand and add some potions and I can cure it... But Harry will have a good recuperation in the next week, and even Harry's physical condition will inevitably be affected by some sequelae in the next month. After all, using [Healing Curse] and potions to restore his original body... It will consume the magic power and energy of his own body, not to mention such a serious injury..."

"Damn it, Professor Dumbledore, how could you allow such a dangerous event to take place at the school... Where's Cornelius Fudge? There's such a big mistake, why isn't the guy who initiated it here!"

"Barty Crutch, tell me... about this..."

Madam Pomfrey was yelling loudly while treating her.

'Repair as ever! ''treat……'

As the spell was cast, Harry gradually reconnected with his body.

What I felt at the beginning was... a slight pain, and an extremely heavy body... It was extremely difficult to even lift a finger,

Then, an incomparably great pain... hit Harry in an instant.

There was no pain anywhere in my body.

"—Uh, ah!"

He grunted and opened his eyes.

"Harry!"

Everyone around exclaimed.

Harry is still lying in that old classroom.

Surrounded by shadows, surrounded by a large circle of people...

Those phantoms, and the flame fence have completely disappeared.

He, Harry Potter, survived.

Won that challenge.

This also means,

—He became the new warrior.

(End of this chapter)