Harry's eyes filled with horror. By now, he had regained the ability to move, but whether he used magic or the Left Hand of Chaos and Calamity, he was already too late.
Voldemort's wand had been less than a meter away from him, and Sirius had only pushed him aside after the spell was released. How far could the spell be from Sirius now?
How could that tiny distance stop it?
Yet before his eyes, Sirius actually gave him a gentle smile, as though saying, It's all right, Harry. Everything's okay now.
"No!" Harry screamed, trying to wave his wand and do something.
Harry's magic certainly could not make it in time, but even so, Sirius did not die.
A streak of golden light descended from above, landing precisely in front of Sirius. With barely any room to spare, it plunged into the floor. Well, it actually sliced through Sirius's clothes, too.
The dazzling green light of the Killing Curse struck the golden light and was violently deflected, producing a lingering, melodious hum.
Harry had excellent eyesight. He saw that the golden light was a sword. An exceptionally ornate, slender sword set with gemstones-the Sword of Gryffindor!
At the same time, a peculiar, melodious strain of music that seemed capable of lifting people's spirits rang through the hall. Amid a brilliant blaze, a phoenix beat its wings beneath the vaulted ceiling.
Meanwhile, a tall wizard in gray robes had appeared in the center of the room at some point, his gaze calm as he looked at Voldemort.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore's here!" someone suddenly shouted.
Harry did not recognize the voice. It was probably one of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.
Clearly, even the Ministry of Magic, which had little affection for Dumbledore, placed enormous hopes in him when faced