Vol 2 Chapter 1225:

When Harry and the Death Eaters shot each other magic, Hagrid turned the car around and walked a "z" shape, which felt like a lightning bolt, but the problem was that Hagrid’s appearance, how he looked It doesn't match the current situation.
But Harry knew that because its seat was insecure, in fact, Hagrid had not dared to use flame jets anymore, otherwise the only one who was not careful and the first to meet the sanctions would be Harry.
In fact, Harry kept casting coma spells on the Death Eaters behind him, and on several occasions Harry almost knocked them off the broom.
A Death Eater’s turban fell while avoiding Harry’s magic. Through the red light of the coma magic, Harry saw Stanson Park’s pale face.
"Except for your weapons!" Harry cried out.
"It's him, Harry Potter, he's the real one!" The shout of the Death Eater with the turban even overwhelmed the roar of the motorcycle engine. After a while, both Death Eaters retreated to nothing. Disappeared.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Hagrid asked. "Where did they go?"
"I don't know!" Harry's voice trembled, and he was a little scared, because the Death Eater in the turban said, "It's him!"
This kind of affirmative tone made Harry very uneasy, how could he know, and...that face...Stanson Park?
He looked at the endless darkness around him, which made Harry feel a touch of danger, where are they? He turned and faced forward, clutching Hagrid's clothes tightly.
"Hagrid, do that flame jet again, we must get out of here quickly!"
"Hurry up, then, Harry!" Hagrid responded loudly, accompanied by another deafening roar, a whitish blue flame expelled from the jet. Harry felt as if he could not keep sliding behind the seat. As a last resort, Harry had to grab Hagrid's clothes, otherwise he would be baptized by flames. Fortunately, Hagrid pulled him from behind with one hand. Hold it firmly, and control the handlebar as much as possible with one hand.
For the first time, Harry felt fortunate that Hagrid was a giant. If he was driving now, he would have been lucky not to throw himself out.
"I think we got rid of them, Harry, we made it!" Hagrid exclaimed excitedly.
But Harry was not relieved, he kept looking around, still worrying about the hunter who didn't know where he was. Why did they retreat? One of them had a wand... it was him... he was the real... after he removed Stan's weapon, they were right.
"We are almost there, Harry, we are going to succeed!" Hagrid said loudly. Harry felt the motorcycle drop a little bit, even though the lights on the ground were still as far away as the stars in the sky.
Suddenly, his scars ached like fire, and at this moment a Death Eater appeared on each side of the motorcycle. Two death curses flying from behind almost hit Harry.
Harry turned his head and saw Voldemort flying towards him like smoke in the wind... neither riding a broomstick nor a night sky. His snake-like face gleamed sinisterly.
His pale fingers held up his wand again! Hagrid let out a scream of horror, and drove the motorcycle down almost vertically.
Harry clutched Hagrid's clothes tightly, and casually cast a Stunning Curse into the boundless darkness behind him.
Suddenly, Harry saw a figure passing by. He knew he had shot one, but after a loud noise, the motorcycle's engine sparked and the car lost control completely, spinning head-on in the air. Down.
Green light whizzed past them, and Harry completely lost his sense of direction. The scar was still burning with pain, making him feel that he might die at any time.
A figure with a headscarf appeared a few feet beside him on a broomstick, and he saw that figure raised his hand...
"No!" Hagrid roared and jumped from the motorcycle to the Death Eater, startling him, then Harry watched Hagrid and the Death Eater disappear into his sight...the broomstick was simply Hagrid and the Death Eaters could not be carried.
It's all over!
Harry thought desperately.
He had no idea that Voldemort was there, he only saw another Death Eater suddenly fall, and then "Avada..."
The sharp pain of the scar made Harry unable to open his eyes, and his wand began to move on its own. He felt the wand dragged like it was attracted by a magnet
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He held his hand, and then his half-open eyes saw a jet of golden light, as well as the sound of broken and angry shouts.
The rest of the Death Eaters were in a group, and Voldemort yelled "No!" Somehow, Harry found him so close to the button of the fire-breathing device. He pressed it with the hand that didn't hold the magic wand, and the motorcycle shot out a lot of flames, flying to the ground.
"Hagrid!" Harry shouted desperately, grabbing the motorcycle, "Flying Hagrid! Hagrid!"
Obviously, the Flying Curse was not very reliable if it wanted to act on a wizard, let alone Hagrid is still a giant.
The speed of the motorcycle was getting faster and faster, and it ran straight to the ground. Harry's sight was blocked by the handlebars, and now he could see nothing but the approaching lights.
Harry was about to fall to pieces and there was nothing he could do. At this time, another shout came from behind him, "Selwyn, give me your wand, hurry up!"
Harry felt it before Voldemort found him. He looked towards the voice and stared straight at those red eyes, making sure that it was the last thing he had seen in his life.
Voldemort was about to give him a spell, and the dark red light converged in the sky like his eyes... and at this moment, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, accompanied by a slightly distorted light and shadow, which looked like It was an explosion, but Harry didn't hear a sound.
Harry looked down and found that Hagrid was lying on the ground under him like a "big" letter. Harry tried to steer the car so as not to hit him, but as he fumbled to find the brakes, the motorcycle crashed with a loud noise and Harry fell into a quagmire with the motorcycle.
"Hagrid?" Harry struggled to get up amidst a wrecked metal and leather wreck, sinking into the mud with his palm.
He couldn't figure out where Voldemort had gone, he thought maybe Voldemort would attack him from the darkness at any time.
Some warm and humid things dripped from his chin and forehead. He crawled out of the mud and stumbled towards the shadow on the ground. It was Hagrid.
"Hagrid? Hagrid, tell me something..."
But the man did not move.
"Who is there? Is it Potter? Are you Harry Potter?" Harry didn't recognize the voice, and then a woman yelled, "They fell. Ted! They fell in the garden!"
Harry suddenly felt dizzy.
"Hagrid," he repeated mechanically, feeling his knees immobile as if they were buckled.
When Harry woke up, he felt himself lying on a cushion-like thing, his ribs and right arm were aching fiercely, the knocked out teeth re-growth, and the scar on his forehead was still throbbing and throbbing. .
"Hagrid?" Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying on a sofa in an unfamiliar room with a light on, his wet rucksack was covered with mud, and he threw it near him. On the ground. A blond, potbellied man was watching him anxiously.
"Hagrid is okay, boy," the man said, "my wife is taking care of him. What do you think? Is there anything else injured? I helped you heal your ribs, teeth and arms. By the way , I’m Ted, Ted Tonks, Dora’s father."
Harry sat up suddenly, the light shone on his eyes, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.
"Voldemort..."
"Relax, don't worry now," Ted Tonks said, reaching out his hand to support Harry's shoulder, letting him leaning back on the mat, "You didn't fall lightly, what happened? What happened to the motorcycle? Question? Did Arthur Weasley do something he couldn't do, he and his Muggle device?"
"No," Harry said, his scar hurting like a split. "Death Eaters, many Death Eaters... are chasing us..."
"Death Eater?" Ted's voice became sharp. "What do you mean, Death Eater? I thought they didn't know that we were going to transfer you tonight, I thought..."
"They know." Harry said.
Ted Tonks looked up at the ceiling, as if his eyes could penetrate there into the sky outside.
"So, we knew that our protection spell was still working at that time, didn't we? They didn't
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You should not be able to enter a hundred meters around you from any direction. "
Now Harry understood that Voldemort disappeared the moment the motorcycle rushed into the Order of the Phoenix protection spell. He only hopes that these spells are still valid. He imagined Voldemort watching Harry being protected by a huge transparent ball from a hundred meters away, watching their conversation, and looking for all gaps to get in. .
However, the sense of disharmony kept reminding Harry that he seemed to be unable to resist the curse. When exposed to Voldemort's threat, Harry felt like he was about to tear apart.
The wand saved him again?
Harry moved his leg off the sofa, and he had to see it with his own eyes to believe that Hagrid was safe.
However, before Harry could stand up, the door opened, and Hagrid squeezed in from outside, with blood and mud on his face, and despite a little limping, he miraculously lived.
"Harry!" Hagrid knocked over two delicate tables and a pot of aspidistra, stepped across the room in two steps, hugged Harry tightly in his arms, and almost crushed his new ribs.
"Oh, Harry, how did you escape? I thought we were both over now."
"Well, me too. I didn't expect..." Harry paused suddenly, and he saw a woman entering the room behind Hagrid.
"You!" he yelled, reaching into his pocket quickly to get his wand, but it was empty.
"Your wand is here, boy," Ted reminded, putting the wand lightly on Harry's arm. "It fell by your side and I picked it up. This... is my wife."
"Oh, I... I'm sorry." Mrs. Tonks walked into the room, and now she looked not so strikingly similar to her sister, Bellatrix, who had light brown soft hair. The eyes look wider and kinder. But because of Harry's yelling, she looked a little arrogant.
"How is our daughter?" she asked, "Hagrid said you were in an ambush, where is Nifadora?"
"I don't know," Harry answered truthfully. "We don't know what happened to the others, Tonks and we are going in the opposite direction, but Kingsley is playing cover..."
She and Ted glanced at each other and saw their expressions, a mixture of fear and guilt tightly holding Harry.
If anyone dies, it is all his fault, all his fault. He agreed to this plan and gave them his hair...
"Door key," he suddenly remembered~EbookFREE.me~We have to go back to the Burrow...and then we will give you news, or...or Tonks will send you the letter in person, as long as she ..."
"Dora will be fine, Domida," Ted comforted. "She knows her abilities well and has followed the Aurors many times. Here is the key to the door," he said to Harry, "it will be there. Leave in three minutes, if you want to use it."
"Yes, we have to go." Harry said. He grabbed his backpack and threw it on his shoulder. "I..." He looked at Mrs. Tonks and wanted to apologize for putting her in such a panic. He felt that he was very responsible for it, but he could not think of a sentence that made him sound wrong. So hypocritical. "I'll tell Tonks... Dora... send the letter, and wait for her to reply... Thank you for saving us, thank you for everything you did, I..."
He was very happy to finally leave the room and followed Ted Tonks through a short corridor into a bedroom. Hagrid followed closely, arching his body so as not to hit the door beam with his head.
"There, boy, that's the door key." Mr. Tonks said, pointing to a small silver-backed comb on the dressing table. "Thank you," Harry said, putting a finger on the comb, ready to leave.
"Wait a minute," Hagrid said, looking around at the same time. "Harry, where is Hedwig?"
"She... She was shot," Harry said. This recognition almost broke his eyes, tears stinging, and he was ashamed of himself. That owl is his partner, and whenever he is forced to return to Dursley's house, she is an important link between him and the wizarding world.
Hagrid reached out a big hand and patted his shoulder painfully. "Don't be sad," he said gruffly. "Don't be sad. She lived a long and great life..."