Chapter 262 Home

"Then we have decided happily." Fan Lin said, he was truly relieved at this point. Ever since they came out of the castle today, Fan Lin's string has been tense. It made him feel very tired. When he really relaxed, Fanlin's body felt weak for a while.

"I'll do it." Hermione said, and she quickly held Fanlin's body with her hands.

"How do you feel?" Lu Ping said gently. As long as he didn't turn into a werewolf, Professor Lu Ping was still very gentle.

"It's nothing, I'm a little nervous, and the magic power consumption is a bit high. But..." Fan Lin raised his magic pattern bracelet, "With it, I will almost recover when I get out of the secret passage."

This was given to him by Snape, but Snape was now knocked unconscious on the ground.

"That's good..." Lupine said, his mentality was also very relaxed. In about an hour, they will be able to return to Hogwarts, and then this means that this matter has come to a perfect end.

"Ron, he..." Harry said. He was supporting Ron with his hands. Ron had been knocked unconscious by Lupine's hands. He could only lean against Harry's body limply. The worst was What's more, there is something wrong with one of Ron's legs. It seems to be broken.

"You know, my bone setting skills are not as good as Madam Pomfrey, so I think the best way is for us to tie Weasley's legs with straps first, and then send Weasley to the campus hospital, and then ask for help. Dumbledore comes to help him recover."

Lupine said, he hurriedly walked to Ron, bent down, touched Ron's leg with his wand, and murmured: "Ferula!"

The bandage jumped onto Ron's head, bandaged the leg tightly, and fixed it to the thin wooden strips. Harry carefully helped Ron up, trying to keep Ron leaning against him.

"That's good." Lupine said. Although Ron was controlled by the Imperius Curse, Dumbledore would definitely find a way. Back then, some people were controlled by Voldemort using the Imperius Curse. This seems to be a A good excuse, and many Death Eaters use this as an excuse to mitigate their crimes.

However, those who were actually controlled were all rescued by Dumbledore, so Lupine was very reassured. The gap between Peter and Voldemort was not the slightest, and there was no comparison in strength between the two.

"What about Professor Snape?" Hermione asked quietly, looking down at Snape's prone body.

"He's fine," Lupine said, bending down and feeling for Snape's pulse. "He's just a little... stimulated. He's still unconscious. Oh... maybe the best thing to do is wait until we arrive safely. The castle will let him wake up later. We can take him like this..."

With that, Lupine tapped his wand, and as if invisible ropes were tied around Snape's wrists, neck, and knees, he was pulled into a standing position, his head still hanging unpleasantly. Like a weird puppet. His feet were a few inches off the ground, and they were stretched limply.

"Two of us should be tethered to this thing," said Black, nudging Peter Pettigrew with his big toe, "just in case."

"I'll do it," said Lupine. "This way, it's safer if he dares to make any move..."

Peter trembled with fear, and Lupine used Transfiguration to transform a piece of wood into a pair of heavy handcuffs. He handcuffed his left hand to Peter Pettigrew's right hand.

"That way it's foolproof."

"Let's go quickly," Fan Lin muttered, "I think we need to take a good rest and leave him to Dumbledore to save him."

"Okay." Everyone nodded together. They all felt a little tired. Constant injuries, magic fighting, and spiritual relief were all tiring tasks.

Fanlin was the first to walk out. He slowly walked downstairs with Hermione's help. They needed to return to Hogwarts through the secret passage they came from.

Behind them were Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, and of course, Professor Severus Snape, who was floating in a coma in mid-air. Fanlin felt that Professor Snape would be beaten to death when he woke up. He was thinking about whether to go out and hide...

Getting back into the tunnels was difficult. Lupine and Peter Pettigrew had to turn sideways to walk, Lupin still pointing his wand at Peter Pettigrew. Harry could see them marching in single file down the tunnel. Fanlin and Hermione were still talking. They didn't know what they were talking about, but most of the time it was Hermione who asked, and Fanlin answered that they always do this.

Harry followed Black closely, and between the two was Ron. Unfortunately, Ron had passed out and they had to hold him up.

Black still let Snape float ahead of them; Snape's swaying head occasionally hit the low roof of the tunnel. Harry felt that Black was deliberately not trying to stop it.

"Do you know what this means?" Black suddenly asked Harry as they advanced slowly through the tunnel. "Hand Peter Pettigrew in?"

"You're free," Harry said.

"Yes..." said Sirius, "but I also - I don't know if anyone has ever told you - I am your godfather."

"Yes, I know." Harry said.

"Harry, your parents appointed me to be your guardian." Black said dully, "If anything bad happens to them..."

Harry waited for him to continue. Did Blake mean what he thought he meant? "Of course. I'd understand if you wanted to live with your aunt and uncle," Blake said. "But... see... think about it. Once I've restored my honor... if you want one …a different home…”

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt that his brain was a little weak. He always did this, and Hermione kept asking him to read more books.

"What—to live with you?" he said, and before he knew it, his head hit a protruding rock at the top of the tunnel. "Leaving the Dursleys?"

"Of course, I don't think you would like it," Blake said quickly, "I understand, I just thought I would..."

"Are you crazy?" Harry said, his voice suddenly hoarse like Black's. "Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Do you have a house? When can I move in?"

Black turned to look at him; Snape's head was brushing against the top of the camp path, but Black didn't seem to care.

"Are you willing?" He agreed. "are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious!" Harry said.

Black's thin face showed a real smile for the first time. Harry had never seen him smile like this before. The difference the smile made was striking, as though someone ten years younger was beaming at him through the mask of hunger; for a moment one could recognize in his face Harry's parents' wedding day. The one who laughed. (To be continued)