Hogwarts Lion Girl

As night fell, the camp, which should have been immersed in the afterglow of the Quidditch World Cup final, was now shrouded in a haze of fear.

The celebratory bonfire turned into a raging tongue of flame, screams pierced the quiet night sky, and the originally joyful and peaceful atmosphere was completely torn apart.

Tents were overturned, flames danced wildly in the night, and thick smoke obscured the starlight.

The crowd panicked and fled in all directions, their desperate cries echoing in the air.

The figures of dark wizards were looming in the firelight. They waved their wands and released vicious spells at will.

The green and red lights intertwined together, turning the originally beautiful night into a hell on earth.

"Help! Help!"

"Run! It's a Death Eater!"

Driven by fear, the crowd rushed towards the exit of the camp like a surging tide.

In the panic, someone tripped and fell to the ground, then was trampled upon. The desperate groans were quickly drowned out by the chaotic voices.

The Quidditch trophy, the golden cup that symbolizes glory and dreams, is now lying alone in the ruins, covered with dust and blood, as if silently accusing the catastrophe.

The once comfortable seats are now in pieces and scattered in various corners of the camp, like silent tombstones, recording this sudden disaster.

The air was filled with choking smoke and the smell of blood, fear spread like a plague, and everyone was running desperately, struggling for survival.

Harry and his companions were separated by the surging crowd. At this moment, his mind was blank and his ears were filled with all kinds of sounds, fear, screams, and the explosion of spells, all mixed together, making him unable to think.

He instinctively hugged himself and huddled behind a collapsed tent, shivering.

Suddenly, a scream of terror broke out from the crowd, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the night sky.

The night sky, which was originally dotted with stars, was now covered by a thick dark green cloud.

The dark clouds rolled and wriggled as if they had life, emitting an ominous aura.

In the center of the dark clouds, a huge skull slowly emerged, with a faint green light flickering in its empty eye sockets, exuding the breath of death.

A huge snake snaked out from the mouth of the skull, its tongue moving in and out, making a hissing sound, which was creepy.

The Dark Mark, the symbol of the Death Eaters, appears particularly dazzling in the night sky. It seems to be announcing the coming of darkness and sowing the seeds of fear.

Salina felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She held Cedric's arm tightly, trying desperately to keep her balance in the chaotic crowd.

There were panicked crowds everywhere, and the mixed sounds of crying and spells made her dizzy.

"Catch me, Salina!" Cedric's voice was particularly clear in the chaos. He held Salina's hand tightly and led her through the crowd.

They ran and stumbled, and finally saw a relatively safe open space.

A group of Aurors in Ministry of Magic uniforms were struggling to resist the attack of the Death Eaters. They used magic to create a safe passage and guided the crowd to evacuate.

"This way! Quick!" an Auror shouted, motioning Salina and Cedric to pass by him.

The two finally joined the Ministry of Magic team, and the fear in their hearts subsided a little.

At this moment, two familiar figures appeared in Sharina's sight—Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley!

"Salina! Are you okay?" Wood ran to Salina anxiously and looked her up and down, as if to confirm whether she was unharmed.

"I'm fine, Oliver." Salina forced a smile, although her voice was still a little trembling.

"Thank God!" Percy also rushed over. He adjusted his glasses and asked with concern, "Are you injured? Have you been hit by dark magic?"

Salina shook her head. She looked around and found that people here had basically calmed down.

After a while, Salina saw the Weasley family and Hermione also followed the crowd here.

Hermione recovered and searched the camp for Harry but didn't see him, so she worriedly prepared to go back to look for him.

A group of people tried to stop Hermione by saying that it was still dangerous over there, but Hermione said that it was precisely because it was dangerous over there that they should go find Harry quickly!

While a group of people were arguing, Barty Crouch arrived with the elite Aurors.

After hearing about the situation, they immediately decided to go back and search for Harry, and by the way, catch the guy who released the Dark Mark.

Seeing this, Salina also expressed her desire to join the team to go back and search.

The three boys were originally planning to go together, but Wood was asked to return to the Auror team to search the perimeter and set up a cordon; Fudge was ready to return to the Ministry of Magic immediately, and Percy, as a secretary, had to leave with him; Cedric's father also needed to go back immediately to deal with the trouble, so Cedric could only say goodbye to Serena.

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Salina followed Barty Crouch and the Aurors, walking against the flow of people.

In the crowd, panicked faces flashed before Salina's eyes, and whispers of fear hung over everyone's heart like a dark cloud.

The tents were collapsed to one side, and only a few wisps of smoke remained from the once joyful bonfire. Various debris were scattered on the ground, as if silently telling of the chaos and destruction that had once occurred here.

Salina's heart was beating violently. She gripped her wand tightly and kept scanning the surroundings, searching for Harry.

Crouch quickly spread out the Aurors to allow for a more efficient search.

Salina also separated from Hermione and the others and chose a direction to walk in. The tip of her wand flickered with a faint light, illuminating the road ahead of her.

Salina's pace gradually slowed down. The remains of the tent swayed in front of her eyes. Rags and wooden poles were piled together in a mess, like wounded wild animals.

Suddenly, Salina saw a relatively empty space in front of her and a figure lying on the ground, motionless.

"Harry!" Salina called out softly, and she quickened her pace and rushed over.

Harry just lay there with his eyes closed, his face frighteningly pale, and his glasses hanging crookedly on the bridge of his nose, as if they would fall off at any moment.

It is very likely that he was kicked and stepped on by the chaotic crowd just now. I hope he was not seriously injured.

Salina immediately took out a bottle of healing potion from her pocket, carefully pried open Harry's mouth, and slowly poured the potion in.

Ever since she sprained her ankle in the wild last time, Salina always carries a few bottles of healing potions with her.

Salina held her breath and stared at Harry's face motionlessly.

Finally, Harry's eyelids trembled slightly, he let out a faint groan, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Sa...Salina?" Harry's voice was hoarse and weak.

"Oh, Harry, how do you feel now?" Salina's voice was full of worry. She gently lifted Harry up and let him lean on her. "Are you still hurting?"

"It hurts all over," Harry replied weakly, his voice hoarse, "especially my head."

"Head?!" Salina's heart suddenly tightened, "I hope you don't have a concussion!" She immediately reached out and held Harry's head, and her slender fingers gently pushed aside his messy hair, examining him carefully, trying to find any possible wounds so that she could apply topical medicine in time.

Harry's head was held by Sharina, and he looked closely at her delicate profile, fair skin, slightly trembling eyelashes, and the pair of beautiful eyes full of worry. His cheeks couldn't help but flush, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

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