Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Love and reason dominate the former.

Angelina only hesitated for a while, then led them away from the lounge and walked to the lounge of the Quidditch training ground.

There is the latest broomstick, the light wheel 2002.

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

About ten minutes passed.

The last group of people met at the Quidditch Stadium.

Luna held up a new streamlined flying broom and looked at it carefully.

"It's cold."

Standing on the grass, Hermione shivered uncontrollably, then muttered.

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

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

Their heads were dizzy, and they felt 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, and the silver-white owl flew around her, and she immediately felt the weight on her heart relieved.

Luna raised her head, and the gray eyes looked at the sky above Quidditch intently, 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 a little white, they are ready to set off from here, flying over the forbidden forest, avoiding people's eyes.

"I choose to believe you now." Angelina said to her boyfriend word by word.

"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 is 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, they were getting higher and higher and faster.

That discomfort quickly disappeared after they left the court.

They flew over the Hogwarts field and over the Forbidden Forest. The towering and twisted branches and the fluttering birds looked strange and gloomy.

The cold air 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 because of learning some Muggle physics.

The Hogwarts Castle underneath gradually shrank until he looked back and turned into a black spot.

They crossed the rolling peaks and flew over village after village. At this time, the genius was bright, and then the highway built by Muggles, a lonely car, on the way home, swiftly passed through the small mountains along the winding road. mound.

They shuttled among the clouds.

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

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

The first-year flying lessons and Quidditch competitions were totally different from their current heights. It was a completely different experience.

The howling wind concealed her soft voice.

But Hermione who was following her still felt her excitement.

People who don't know may think she is going to travel.

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

By the way, I am very worried about Luna's safety.

Then Luna made another very bold act.

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

Hold the middle of the broom firmly with both hands.

Long golden-gray hair, dancing with the oncoming air, looked 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, perhaps this curly hair has been straightened and she has become cautious.

Luna didn't care.

This girl really can do amazing things at any time.

The girl was still singing some weird tunes.

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

Besides, 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, the pale blue sky was smeared with a layer of pink paint, and the golden red glow faintly overflowed below.

The light grew stronger and stronger, and they had to slow down. When the sky was still dark, they even used a rope spell to tie their wands in front of the flying broomsticks, and flashed them with fluorescent lights as lighting.

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

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

Muggle cars shuttle through 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 brilliance of the sun.

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

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

Probably an abandoned building.

The elevator parked on the top floor is broken.

George and Fred stayed at the top for a while, pointing to the unopened iron door and asked: "What is this?" Then they pressed the down button.

no response.

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

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

"Araho Cave is open!" The group 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. It sounded more like an interesting 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 seemed that those wild ideas fit her appetite.

Five minutes later.

A tattered phone booth appeared in front of them.