Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

"Uh... I'm so honest, I actually believed that the old Deng was not pitted!"

Hema snarled and looked at a bunch of light bulbs next to him. He was suddenly tired. Although he could use infinitely extending cloth bags or utensils to install it, he did not bring tools this time.

Originally, he did think that he would buy something, but he has already decided on the strategy of Magic Express and adding money.

But these things were ordered at school, and he can't find anyone to send them to him now. They are empty and placed here.

"This little wizard... Do you have any difficulties?" Just behind Hema's incompetence, a very magnetic voice rang behind him.

"Hello, sir, I'm really a bit difficult." Hema turned back, turned her head, and found a very familiar face. He subconsciously retreated several meters.

"Lockhart! Why are you here!?"

Hema looked at the handsome blond man not far away, the runes on his body began to rise, ready to fight!

"Ah? Is it you? Dear classmate Aibo, it's been a long time!"

"Huh, why, ask me to get you to the Ministry of Magic yourself."

"I didn't commit a crime. Why should I get to the Ministry of Magic? I'm just an author."

"But you took Voldemort's diary, are you saying that you are under control?"

"I don't. You see my spirit is very good, but I did get something from that book, but the soul inside has indeed dissipated. This is for sure."

Lockhart approached slowly, and Hema felt the other person's magical breath. He was not only twice as powerful as he was in the first grade, but he seemed to have reached the Auror level.

But what about that, he's Hema Aibo, it doesn't make any difference if the other side gets stronger, but he is strange how Lockhart feels to him now.

Compared to the past publicity, liar, and frivolous breath, my face has become more serious, and the spirit of spirit seems to have become much better.

It's not like being captured or controlled by people in Voldemort's notebook, so what happened?

And Lockhart also came to Hema at this time, and took out the notebook from the shoulder bag, and there was a little water mark on the wet and air-dried surface.

"Voldemort's diary?"

"Yes, the diary of the mysterious man, but it's useless to me now." After that, he threw it directly to Hema, and Hema took it over, and he really couldn't feel any trace of magic power or soul power. .

"But you can't still be suspicious of being demented by Voldemort, unless you explain it to me, otherwise I won't be afraid of you now, even if you become stronger."

"Okay, let's find a place and have a good chat." Lockhart also nodded. Obviously he also wanted to talk to others.

"Okay, but the agreement you just wanted to help is not over yet? Help me deal with these things."

"Well, this...I'm right, West Cruz!" Lockhart waved his wand, and the pile of boxes by the streetlight became smaller and smaller, and finally became the size of the palm.

"Put it in my bag first? Isn't it an important item?"

"Well, not a very important item."

Later, Lockhart threw several boxes into his messenger bag, walked with Hema toward the depths of Diagon Alley, and then began to turn.

"Go to the broken cauldron bar?"

"No, it's too messy. Go to Knock Down Alley. There is a very quiet tavern, and they are all cubicles. Generally, special wizards go to talk about special things."

"Okay, but you have to protect me, I don't have the ability to fight the strange wizards."

"Haha, please ask me to protect me then."

The two turned around a few times and walked into the overturning alley. Hema suddenly felt a dirty magical power coming, and of course a very dark environment.

When I last came, I still didn’t start school before,

But this time, he finally stopped using the help of a flashlight, and the wizard had no threat to him.

After all, no matter the strength or weakness, as long as they are wizards, they all have one thing in common, that is, their body is too brittle. Like adc in League of Legends, as long as they are close, Routan can try to kill each other.

And the strange people around, the black robe with a face of a bird of prey, also looked at this side, and Lockhart still walked forward indifferently.

Hema could feel that most of his eyes were on him, after all, a child, even if an adult wizard followed, would not be so safe.

But with the next second, Hema let go of the dragon's breath, accompanied by a strong killing intention and bloody gas, all the eyes hidden in the dark place around him disappeared.

Lockhart also breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Aibo, otherwise I will be more and more nervous. A young wizard is really easy to attract bees."

At last, the two came to a small doorway, a very low doorway, and even Hema had to bow slightly before entering.

When the door was pushed in, a small bell rang at the door, and in the otherwise dim environment of the room, an oil lamp burning a green flame suddenly lit up.

"Two, private room?" A figure also appeared on the right side, wearing a thick black robe, with a pale face and dark circles as if accumulated for several years.

"Well, 3 Gallon?"

"Yes, sir, do you need drinks?"

"No need."

"Ok."

Following the waiter, the two walked to a corner private room in the hut. The private room was not too large outside, but after entering, there were two opposite sofas, and a beautiful little table stood in the middle. Unexpectedly.

"Okay, I've been here twice. This is a quiet place."

"If I guess right, there is actually light here, just cast a few spells to reduce the light, and also reduce the sound transmission, so as to achieve a silent effect."

"Almost, the crystal lamp burning green flame above the head may be the center of the spell, it should be a magic prop."

"Well, let's start talking about business, how did your strength come?"

"You're still real and direct. I thought I had to set things up with me first, and then take it slowly. Well, there's really nothing to say."

"After I got the diary book at that time, it was originally intended to be stolen, but it was found that there was still the remaining soul power of the mysterious man. He directly attacked me and wanted to encroach on my will."

"But the end result was that I won because the soul force is not strong, and I happen to be more afraid of death."

"And like the basilisk, it devoured part of its soul, so I got some memory of the man."

"That has nothing to do with your magic growth to this point in half a year, even if there is a special magic strengthening method, or potion, at your age, there is no way to grow well, at least not so fast. "

"Haha, I can't hide you. It is true that there are only some useful spells in the memory of the mysterious man, which adds to my supplement of some attack magic. The important thing is a stone."

Lockhart once again showed that symbolic smile, and then took out a seemingly flat stone from his pocket, without any glyphs on it.

Originally Hema, he would take out a stone with a rune engraved on it. After all, this is also a thing to enhance personal combat effectiveness, but this is obviously not.

"and then?"

"As long as I sleep next to a stone, then I will enter a very strange space, there is a person I can not see clearly, but he is very powerful, know a lot of things, saying that I am a destined person, teach me a lot of things."

"So this is it?"

"Yeah, that's it, I just said it. It's a very simple thing, but it's also because I believe in you, you won't tell this thing to others. After all, many people want an opportunity to become stronger. "

"Well, why did you suddenly appear in Diagon Alley, your face should be quite prominent?"

"Hey, I have to mention this arrangement for me." Lockhart pointed to the stone on the table.