Harry Potter’s Natural Villain: No. 341 Leaving School (Part 2)

Love and reason still have the upper hand in the former.

Angelina just hesitated for a while, then took them out of the lounge and walked to the lounge of the Quidditch training ground.

The latest broomstick is placed there-Light Wheel 2002.

Harry turned his head upstairs and went back to get his firebolt.

About ten minutes have passed.

The last group of people met at Quidditch Stadium.

Luna is holding a new streamlined flying broom, and looking carefully.

"It's cold."

Hermione stood on the grass, shivering uncontrollably, and murmured.

Through the deep mist, she looked at her surrounding partners, and found that they were also holding their arms, shivering.

"This horrible weather, is it so cold in the morning?" Ron grumbled.

Their heads are groggy, and they feel an inexplicable sense of frustration.

I am no longer optimistic about the future, maybe I will not be able to come back once I go.

"Holy guard!" Hermione immediately summoned her patron saint. The silver-white owl flew around her, and she immediately felt the heavy object on her heart relieved.

Luna raised her head, and the gray eyes looked at the sky above Quidditch intently at this time, as if there was something there.

Then she closed her eyes, feeling a little dizzy.

They endured the discomfort.

At this time, the sky not far away just showed a hint of whiteness. They were preparing to set off from here, flying over the forbidden forest, avoiding people's eyes.

"I choose to trust you now." Angelina said to her boyfriend one word at a time.

"Thank you."

Fred and Angelina gave a hug.

"Come back intact." She took the initiative to kiss Fred on the cheek.

"Of course." Fred squinted and smiled.

Harry held his firebolt. He hadn't used the flying broom for a long time, and he felt excited about the firebolt in his hand.

It's really rare to see the light again from the bottom of the dark bed.

Several people stepped on their broomsticks and set off.

They have lost a lot of time.

The broomsticks began to rise, and their heights were getting higher and higher and faster.

The discomfort quickly disappeared after they left the court.

They flew over the Hogwarts field and skimmed over the Forbidden Forest. The towering and twisted branches and the birds fluttering from time to time in between looked strange and gloomy.

The cold air stream slapped their cheeks, and the oncoming wind rubbed against their faces like a sharp blade.

Several people lined up consciously.

According to Fred and George, this reduces their physical exertion.

Maybe it's a bit of credit for learning Muggle physics.

The Hogwarts Castle underneath gradually shrank until it turned into a black spot when I looked back.

They crossed the rolling peaks and flew past village after village. At this time, the genius was bright, and then the highway built by Muggles, and a lone car swiftly passed along the winding winding road on the way home. There are hills.

They shuttled between the clouds.

Luna even closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, she let go of her hands freely, and she shook rhythmically.

"Is this what it feels like to fly high in the sky? It's really interesting." She muttered to herself.

Comparing the first-year flight lessons and Quidditch competitions with their current height, it is a totally different experience.

The whistling wind covered her soft voice.

But Hermione who followed her still felt her excitement.

Those who don't know may think she is traveling.

She saw the girl in front of her swaying on the broom.

By the way, I am very worried about Luna’s safety issue

Then Luna did another very bold act.

She changed her flying posture in mid-air, slowly pressing down the front end of the broom, and slowly raising her slender right leg carefully, keeping her body leaning right, and slowly bypassing the flying broom. , Finally closed tightly, and then his legs were tightly side by side, becoming a posture of sitting on the broom.

Hold the middle of the broom firmly with both hands.

The long golden-gray hair, dancing with the oncoming air, looks very unrestrained.

Hermione herself suspected that she was watching an aerial acrobatics.

When the wind blows, she herself suspects that when she returns to the ground, maybe this curly hair has been straightened and she has become cautious.

And Luna didn't care.

This girl can really do amazing things at any time.

The girl still hummed some weird tunes.

There is a fundamental difference between high-altitude flight and low-altitude Quidditch competition.

Furthermore, Hermione rarely participated in such activities except for flying lessons.

So Hermione leaned down, holding the top of the broom, holding it very firmly, and following them properly.

The sky gradually brightened, and the pale cyan sky was smeared with a layer of pink paint, and the golden red brilliance faintly overflowed below.

The light is getting stronger and stronger, and they have to reduce their speed. When the sky was still dark, they even used rope spells to tie their wands in front of the flying broomsticks, and flashed them with fluorescent lights. illumination.

But now, the dazzling light is affecting them again, and the dazzling sunlight starts to sting their glasses.

I don’t know how long they have been flying. When the sun was about to hang above their heads, they saw a large area of ​​buildings, a modern city composed of steel jungles and high-rise buildings.

Muggle cars shuttle in the city, and the streets are full of tourists.

The large light blue glass on the upper floor of the tall office building reflects the sun's brilliance.

They started to slow down, descend, and finally stopped on the rooftop of a Muggle company near their destination.

There is no one here, the cement floor is very strong and hard, only a few pigeons are standing on the rusty railing, looking at the group of wizards from afar.

Probably an abandoned building.

The elevator on the top floor is broken.

George and Fred were still stuck at the top for a while, pointing to the unopened iron door and asking, "What is this?" Then they pressed the down button.

No response.

The empty company, of course, cut off the electricity.

"That's called an elevator." Hermione answered quickly, and then walked down the walking ladder.

"Araho Cave is open!" A group of people ran all the way to the door, Hermione decisively used the spell to open the locked glass door.

"Where shall we go now?" Luna asked politely and with interest~IndoMTL.com~ It sounds more like a fun day trip.

Hermione conjured a nearby map out of nowhere, lay it on her hand, glanced at it, and then recalled her knowledge reserve.

"We are going to find a phone booth, which is nearby." Hermione said quickly.

Then he pointed his finger to the southeast.

"It's over there. I'm going to cross a block." After she finished speaking, she pulled her legs and walked over there, and the others followed closely.

The Ministry of Magic is in the heart of London.

The group began to run along the street, but Luna occasionally looked around, her aftermath still stayed on the strange graffiti on the nearby walls from time to time.

It seems that those wild ideas fit her appetite.

Five minutes later.

A dilapidated phone booth appeared in front of them.