Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1263: 3rd Refuge Camp

"Fire Dragon?"

Harry did not expect that he could actually see a fire dragon in downtown London! If it is placed in the flat, the damage caused by it casually landing two steps will be enough to cause a big movement.

But in the past two days, the disaster that this city has suffered has been big enough, so big that Muggles may not even be visible on the street.

Just as Harry picked up little Robin to speed up his pace and quickly threw it towards the clearing where Bill was, he found that the fire dragon that had just flew past the sky suddenly whirled and turned directly at Bill. The edge fell down.

"Hey, be careful!"

"Don't worry," Bill immediately beckoned to Harry, "Come on! It's okay, that's Charlie!"

"What?"

Seriously, although many people’s dream is to ride a fire dragon and stare at the gale soaring in the sky, I am afraid that no one has ever thought that one day, someone will be able to tame a fierce and proud fire dragon.

Yes, the more you understand the fire dragon, the more people think that is a delusion.

"It's a Norwegian Ridgeback...ah, there are people on the dragon's back!"

Harry thought to himself as he dragged the boy and ran away quickly.

"Boom"

It can be seen that even before the fire dragon is about to land, it has slapped the dragon's wings a few times in advance to slow it down. But in fact, when landing, the huge body still crushed a section of the wall heavily.

The body of the Norwegian Ridgeback is actually not that big. The reason why they make people think that the body is comparable to the Hungarian hornet is just because the giant wings are really not so big.

It can be imagined that if it were replaced with Ukrainian iron belly with an average weight of more than six tons, and their most usual "smashing landing method" fell here... the scene would be even more amazing!

"Don't move."

When Harry saw him, he hurriedly waved his wand while pulling little Robin behind him, and quickly cast an obstacle spell in front of him, blocking a few splashing stones.

And then, he looked at the figure on the neck of the Norwegian Ridgeback, and said in amazement:

"Charlie! Is it really you?"

"Yes, it's me," Charlie on the dragon's back greeted, "Come on! I know you must have a lot to ask, but isn't it the parent of the child now?"

"I heard that I was out without returning."

Harry replied, and Bill next to him walked behind him and lifted the wide-eyed little Robin.

"Just leave the child at home alone?" Charlie smiled at Little Robin, bent down hard, and took the boy who seemed a little timid, "Isn't it possible? There is this"

Although I didn't finish the sentence, it is already obvious that what Zhan Ideal has said is that there are really parents who leave their children at home alone?

Of course, not to mention whether there are such wicked parents, at least Robin's parents don't seem to be that way.

"...and Claire."

After being gently placed on the back of the dragon in front of him by Charlie, he finally said something cautiously.

"Who is Claire?"

Charlie beckoned to Harry as he talked gently to Robin, motioning for him to come up too. Harry immediately replied, and reached out his hand to let Charlie grab a hand, lightly stepped on the thorns on the dragon's body and climbed up.

"It's his babysitter and ran away." He answered the question for Little Robin along the way.

"Oh, that's...it's the wrong person."

Charlie shook his head when he heard the words, and then let the two of them sit steadily.

"Charlie, where's Bill?"

"He stayed below to be responsible for search and rescue." As he said, Charlie slapped the dragon on the neck and said loudly, "Noberta, let's go! Let's go back to the museum first!"

"Noberta?"

……

Speaking of it, Harry seems to have taken a lot of flying things, like flying broomsticks, eagle-headed horses with wings, and Maca's patron saint of silver eagles.

There is no doubt that he really likes to tell the feeling of flying in the air, it will make him feel the charm of ZìYóu.

But obviously, he hasn't rode a fire dragon until now!

Well, I killed it.

And now, he finally realized what it's like to ride on a fire dragon and fly high in the strong wind. Although this is not as comfortable as driving a flying broomstick by yourself, the feeling of letting a giant beast carry itself soaring is really a bit ugly!

By the way, what's more worth mentioning is that according to Charlie, this fire dragon is actually the Norwegian ridgeback Norber that Hagrid hatched from the fireplace?

Oh no, now its name has been changed to "Noberta". After all, Charlie has confirmed that this "little guy" is a female ridgeback dragon.

At the beginning, they secretly let Charlie take the little guy to the Romanian Dragon Farm. They have grown to this size in just a few years, and now they can fly over the London city.

Harry couldn't help feeling a little more emotional when he thought that he could still have this fate.

"Charlie, did you just say that we are going to the ‘museum’?" Harry asked loudly in the oncoming wind.

"Yes," Charlie nodded and shouted, "What you should know is that the Quidditch Museum in the northwest is not very prominent, and there is a large underground exhibition hall below, although The place is a little bit off, but it is also very suitable as a refuge point. So I discussed with Bill and decided to make it the third refuge camp in London!"

"Oh, that's great!" Harry said immediately, "Also accept Muggles, don't you?"

"Of course!"

Noberta flies very fast, even surpassing the speed of the Firebolt when sprinting at full force. The two people didn't say a few words, and they felt Noberta press down on her body suddenly and dive straight to the ground.

"Cool!"

If it weren't for the fog and fog in London today, I believe that although this flight is short, you can definitely see a beautiful urban landscape.

But even so, Harry felt extremely happy.

It was the little Robin who was sitting in Charlie's arms. He was taken aback by the sudden acceleration of the dive, and closed his eyes tightly in a hurry.

When De Nobetta flapped her wings to slow down, and accompanied by a heavy landing sound, she finally stopped in the street Zhung Yāng below.

"Harry, I have to rush back to Bill's side now, so I won't accompany you in. Look! If possible, see if I can stay here..." Charlie said , "Although we also found the refuge of a few wizard guards that we found on the road, and there are two black wizard strikers... but I still feel a little bit not enough."

"This...I'm afraid it won't work," Harry rolled over and climbed down from Norberta, and then reached out to pick up Robin. "I have to use the Gryffindor sword in the most suitable place, you know, in the city. There are some black-eyed wizards who can indulge in strange substances, and it is difficult for them to work with ordinary magic."

"Oh, it turns out that this is really the Gryffindor sword..." Charlie looked at the sword that Harry had always held upside down, nodded and said, "I used to be in the principal's room at Hogwarts. Have seen it a few times!"

After saying this, he knew it again:

"Well, I'll wait for you here! After you come out for a while, we can act together! Don't worry, in a short time, Bill alone is no problem, he is worse than you think!"

"Okay, then I'll be back as soon as possible."

As he said, Harry said goodbye to Charlie temporarily, took Little Robin's hand across the street, and walked quickly to the old restaurant on the side of the road.

In normal times, although the business here is not good, it is also a normal Muggle restaurant. The shop is run by a dumb gun couple. They obviously prefer to be with Muggles compared to life in the magic world.

But after all, the couple always came from the magic world, and the husband's grandfather was the curator of the Quidditch Museum. So the entrance to the museum has always been in the backyard of their restaurant.

In fact, in the past, Harry had taken advantage of the opportunity to go to Diagon Alley several times before school started, and even went in for lunch several times in the restaurant in front. This time he was quite familiar.

Unfortunately, because of the disaster in London in the past two days, the restaurant has apparently had to close temporarily.

"I only hope that this grey London will clear up sooner!"

Harry didn't go to the back door commonly used by wizards~IndoMTL.com~ but directly opened the front door along the street with the unlocking spell, and took Little Robin through the restaurant to the backyard.

As you can see, there is almost nothing in this backyard, just a small storage warehouse.

"Robin, in September of this year, you will probably become a little wizard." Harry patted Robin on the shoulder and said, "But I think you will be one step ahead of many students. More things related to magic."

As he said, he stretched out his wand and stroked it on the warehouse door, and then opened the door. Suddenly, I saw a layer of silver ripples behind the opened warehouse door, and I couldn't see the real appearance of the warehouse at all.

"Look, if you don’t use the curse, this is just an ordinary warehouse." Harry said, gently pushing Little Robin’s back, "Go in! To be honest, this is all but the school and Outside the stadium, one of my favorite places to go!"

Seeing that Little Robin probed his hand with curiosity, and found that he hadn't touched anything, he stepped into the screen in surprise. Harry paused for a while, and walked in behind him.

As soon as he entered this familiar museum, Harry discovered that it was not just the underground exhibition hall, but also a lot of people gathered in the hall above.

In addition to a few wizards who are in charge of guarding, many Muggles are also here, and they are all looking at the introduction text on a large circle of showcases around the hall with curious faces.

Although Muggles certainly don't understand the rules of Quidditch, after all, there are many flying broomsticks in Muggle story books, and they all know that wizards usually ride this thing!

Well, even if it looks different from what they imagined?