There were only two people still fighting fiercely, and it was obvious that none of them noticed Dumbledore's arrival. Harry saw Sirius dwarf Bellatrix in a flash of red as he laughed at her.
"Come on, you can do better!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous room.
At this time, the second beam of light was hitting him. Sirius didn't notice it, but he heard the crackling sound of the air caused by the apparation and the woman's shrill scream——
"Sirius!"
The green flames from the Ministry of Magic's fireplace brought a tough dead leaf. She whirled and fell into the tattered hangings that hung from the arch.
The curtain fluttered for a moment, as if a breeze had just blown, and then returned to its previous state.
Hush - let's turn on the time turner, go back in time, and modify this unsatisfactory ending
Warm reminder: The full text tries its best to fit the original Gryffindor perspective and does not represent the author's views. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit in time!
Intention: In the darkest time, there will always be a torch lit
