HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 189 The Relationship of the Wand

Sirius felt exhausted. His niece was in a coma and his godson was not in much better condition.

He clearly said that he would save them if they were in danger, but he didn't even know when he would disappear.

Madam Pomfrey knew that Harry would be here soon, so she sent Gloria to a separate room and fed her the potion. The girl lying on the bed gradually regained color on her face.

No one knew that the three snakes in her school robe were coiled up with their eyes closed, and the secret connection between them and her was helping her recover quickly.

Draco, who was sitting next to her, stared at Gloria without blinking.

There was a faint noise outside. Sirius knew that the headmaster and his men had brought Harry here. He patted Draco on the shoulder and said, "I'll go find out what's going on first."

The boy didn't reply, but just nodded silently.

After coming out, Sirius cast a soundproofing spell on the door.

"This is terrible Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said anxiously: "Dracule was attacked, Krum woke up under the Imperius Curse, Alastor is still in a coma, and Harry and Gloria are like this again."

Sirius walked over quickly and saw Harry, who was trembling all over and looked very miserable. His arm was still bleeding, and the blood was dripping from his fingers onto the ground.

He stepped forward, grabbed his arm, observed the injury, and asked, "Harry, what happened?"

Headmaster Dumbledore and several professors were present, all looking at him with concern.

"The Champions Cup is a portkey." Harry felt his way to the bed and sat down. "As soon as I touched the trophy, I was taken to a strange place. There is a cemetery there. Voldemort said that was his father's grave."

"And then?" Dumbledore looked at him with his blue eyes.

"Someone carried him, the incomplete Voldemort, like a deformed baby, and threw him into a crucible, boiled a potion, and he was restored to his physical form."

The principal immediately asked him, "You touched the Champions Cup alone?"

Harry nodded and Sirius wondered, "Why is Leah there?"

As if suddenly realizing something, Harry raised his uninjured hand, "It should be this. Leah gave it to me when I went to see the headmaster last time. She said that my last game would be very dangerous, and wearing it would keep me from being alone."

Dumbledore checked it immediately and said, "At least this isn't a Portkey, Harry."

Harry continued, "After he recovered, he summoned the Death Eaters and tortured them... and then released me to duel. At that time, Leah showed up, and they talked a lot, and soon they started fighting."

Several professors were horrified when they heard that a fourth-year student had the guts to approach Voldemort, fight with him, and come back alive.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey appeared and said, "Please make way. I will treat the wound of this poor child."

No one spoke anymore. They watched in silence as Harry's wound was treated and Madam Pomfrey left in a hurry.

Harry put down his arms and continued, "I saw that Leah couldn't hold on any longer, so I tried to help her, but..." His expression was very confused, "My wand became strange, and a golden thread connected me to Voldemort's wand. Not long after, I saw my mother and father coming out of Voldemort's wand."

"The wands are connected?" Sirius heard this for the first time. Everyone else looked at Dumbledore. "Why?"

"The Flashback Charm," muttered Dumbledore.

Professor Flitwick exclaimed, "The effect of the replay spell."

Dumbledore explained, "Voldemort's wand and Harry's wand have the same core, and the feather in each wand comes from the same phoenix, which is my phoenix."

"Fawkes!" Harry was a little surprised that the feather in the wand was his.

Dumbledore nodded, "He wrote to tell me just after you bought the wand from Mr. Ollivander's shop."

Sirius said, "Because they are from the same feather, they have those strange reactions. Won't they... attack each other?"

"That's right," said Dumbledore. "They won't attack each other normally. If the owner of a wand insists on attacking its brother, what happens is what Harry describes: one wand forces the other to repeat the spell it has cast, in reverse order, starting with the most recent and working its way back to the previous spells."

Harry asked anxiously: "My parents showed up and talked to me."

Sirius gripped his shoulders tightly, inevitably getting emotional when he mentioned his deceased friend.

"People who have been harmed by the wand will reappear in reverse order, retaining their appearance and personality." Dumbledore asked, "What did they do?"

Harry's eyes were sore. "Mom asked me to hold on, saying that Dad would come out. Not long after, Dad showed up and told me to let go of my wand. They would work with others to stop Voldemort and buy time for Leah and me."

When the people on the field heard this, Professor McGonagall had already lowered her head to wipe away her tears, Professor Flitwick took a deep breath and blinked hard, and Professor Snape lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Dumbledore looked at Harry's healed arm and asked, "How did you get that injury on your arm?"

Harry looked down at his arm. "Voldemort prepared a potion, using my father's bones that were donated unintentionally, my servant's flesh that was donated voluntarily, and... my enemy's blood that was donated under duress. He can touch me now, unlike in the first year."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Very clever... You have the same blood. He got the power left by your mother, so he can touch you."

Several people looked heavy-hearted; this news was too bad.

The door opened with a click, and Gloria, who looked weak, was supported by Draco, holding the door with her other hand.

"Leah!" Sirius exclaimed, "Why are you up? Go back and rest!"

"Where's Moody?" Gloria asked.

Professor McGonagall pointed to the bed hidden by the curtains, "There. We have been unable to wake him up."

Gloria walked straight over there and said, "This is fake, he is the Death Eater pretending to be a professor."

After saying that, he stood in front of the bed, reached out and pulled open the curtain. Sure enough, there was a yellow-haired man lying inside. His artificial eye had fallen beside the pillow, and his wooden leg was still there. He really had a broken leg.

This man is none other than Barty Crouch Jr., who escaped last summer and is still unconscious.

Professor Snape came over as quickly as the wind, waved his wand and conjured up a thick hemp rope to tie him up.

The whole audience was shocked and Dumbledore immediately stood up and came over.

"It's really him..."

Harry also came in, unable to believe that the professor he trusted this school year was the executor of all the conspiracies.

And looking at his legs, just like Professor Moody, can he go to this extent for a perfect disguise?

"Of course he can't wake up." Gloria's tone was colder than ever. "I used a special method to make him unconscious, so it's natural for me to wake him up."

She hissed, "Wake up—"

The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and saw a group of people surrounding the bed. He then realized that he was tied up. When he saw Gloria and Harry standing in front of him, his face twisted. He stared at Harry and said in a weird voice: "I saw you being teleported away with my own eyes. Why are you still standing here?"

Sirius pushed through the crowd and punched little Barty in the face, causing him to bleed from the nose instantly.