Chapter 380 Life is in danger
The ward mark on Draco's forehead lit up.
He quickly cast the Shield Charm, protecting himself, Harry, and Goyle.
In the night sky, the three of them looked like three silver-white balls of light, falling rapidly.
But they also became three obvious targets.
Before he entered the range of the overclocked electromagnetic wave interference, Harry frantically cast a slowing spell on Goyle.
Although Goyle's face was full of horror, the moment he saw Draco and Harry.
His eyes became moist and his emotions instantly stabilized.
Having lost his wand, he recalled the emergency procedures taught by Professor Draco in the military camp.
He stretched his body as wide as he could, using air resistance to slow his fall.
The other team members also discovered Gall's danger and lowered their altitude, launching fierce fire suppression on the Allied forces on the ground.
When Harry found that he couldn't perform magic, he immediately turned his broom around and rushed straight towards the Allied forces' firing point.
Relying on his consummate flying skills, he rolled and dived in the air, skillfully avoiding the enemy's fire.
And from time to time they dropped a few grenades to disrupt the attack rhythm of the coalition forces.
Draco took the opportunity to get closer to Goyle.
When Goyle was less than twenty feet off the ground, Draco grabbed him tightly by the collar.
Then, Draco performed an extreme mid-air roll.
Positioning himself underneath Goyle, he landed safely on his broomstick.
He pulled the handle desperately, and just as the broom was about to hit the ground.
After gliding along the ground for a short distance, the flying broom finally rose up again.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief as well.
However, at this moment, an armor-piercing bullet specially designed to destroy heavy armor.
It hit hard on the silver-white light shield, which had become fragile due to continuous resistance to multiple attacks.
The light shield collapsed instantly under the huge impact, and the power of the explosion tore through the surrounding air, making a deafening roar.
At this moment, Draco felt a powerful force hitting his body.
He couldn't help but groan, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
He quickly waved his wand and cast Iron Armor again.
A new, but slightly dim silver-white light shield instantly enveloped him and Goyle.
Protecting them, they rose back into the air in the aftermath of the explosion.
"Everyone retreat!"
Draco's voice echoed over the communicator.
But his voice was a little hoarse due to pain.
The members of the flight team quickly gained altitude and evacuated the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Harry followed closely behind, and when he got closer to Draco, he saw the bright red on Draco's chest.
Harry's eyes turned red instantly.
His heart beat faster, and an indescribable fear and anger mixed together, almost suffocating him.
Although Draco was seriously injured, he still endured the pain and clenched his teeth.
Without saying a word, he led the team out of the attack range of the Allied Forces.
Only after making sure it was safe did Draco steer the broomstick slowly land in a hidden valley.
His body was already shaky and he could barely hold on.
Harry immediately rushed forward and hugged Draco tightly.
His voice was filled with worry and panic, "Draco, how are you?"
He asked, quickly checking Draco's injuries.
"It's just a scratch, nothing serious."
Draco forced a smile and spoke in a nonchalant manner.
But his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. It was obvious that he was enduring great pain.
The others also noticed the wound on Draco's chest.
The bright red blood had soaked through his clothes, looking particularly eye-catching.
They all showed worried looks on their faces and gathered around, looking at Draco with concern.
Goyle was only belatedly aware of Draco's injuries.
The six-foot-tall man's eyes instantly turned red and he lowered his head guiltily.
"Draco, it's all because of me... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be hurt..."
"Stop it, Goyle," Draco interrupted.
He said weakly, his voice almost inaudible.
"We are a team, and as the captain, I have the responsibility to protect my players."
"It's me..." Goyle's voice was choked and he couldn't continue.
Harry resisted the urge to hex Goyle.
Because he knew that the most important thing now was to save Draco first.
"Everyone Apparate back to base and rest. Leave Draco to me."
Harry took Della Science directly back to the Shadow Base by teleporting.
He picked up Draco and ran straight to the infirmary. At this time, Draco had fallen into a coma and his breathing was very weak.
Harry's heart was in a knot and he kept repeating to himself.
"Draco, hold on, you have to hold on!"
In the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey was sitting leisurely on the sofa, watching TV series and enjoying her rare leisure time.
The reason she came to Afghanistan was because she was worried about these Hogwarts graduates, so she took the initiative to apply for support.
However, the casualties at Shadow Base have improved recently, so she now has some time to relax.
But when Harry rushed into the infirmary holding the unconscious Draco.
Madam Pomfrey's expression immediately turned serious.
She stood up quickly and directed Harry to place Draco on the bed.
She pointed her wand at Draco's body and began to examine his injuries carefully.
Her brows furrowed more and more tightly.
"The injuries were very serious. A fragment entered his body and came within a millimeter of his heart."
Harry was completely panicked and almost knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Madam Pomfrey, please, save Draco, please..."
"I'll do my best." Madam Pomfrey calmly took out a syringe and injected Draco with a dose of blood tonic.
The wound on Draco's chest began to ooze blood, soon staining the sheets beneath him red.
"Potter, go wait outside. Leave this to me."
Madam Pomfrey required the environment to remain absolutely quiet so that she could concentrate on the treatment.
"Madam Pomfrey, I can help..." Harry tried to argue.
"Get out!" Madam Pomfrey emphasized again.
Saving lives was the most important thing now, and she didn't have time to waste with Harry.
Harry wanted to say something, but he finally chose to remain silent.
Because he was afraid of wasting any time that could save Draco.
He retreated silently without making any sound.
All he could do now was trust in Madam Pomfrey's medical skills and pray for Draco.
Time seemed to freeze for a few minutes, and outside the infirmary, Harry waited anxiously.
At this time, a familiar figure came hurriedly. It was Snape.
He gave Harry a cold look and walked into the infirmary.
