Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Love and reason still prevail.

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

That's where the newest broom sits - Nimbus 2002.

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

About ten minutes passed.

The last group met at the Quidditch pitch.

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

"It's so cold."

Standing on the grass, Hermione shivered uncontrollably and muttered.

Through the deep fog, she looked at her companions around, and found that they were all holding her arms, trembling.

"Is it this cold in the morning?" Ron complained.

Their heads were dizzy, and they felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.

No longer optimistic about the future, maybe once you go, you can't come back.

"God Guard!" Hermione immediately summoned her Patronus, the silver-white owl flew around her, and she immediately felt that the weight on her heart was lifted.

Luna raised her head, her gray eyes focused on the sky above the Quidditch pitch, as if there was something there.

Then she closed her eyes, feeling a little dizzy.

They struggled with discomfort.

At this time, the sky not far away just had a hint of fish belly white, and they were going to set off from here, flying over the forbidden forest, avoiding people's eyes and ears.

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

"thanks."

Fred and Angelina hugged.

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

"certainly.

' Fred narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Harry took hold of his Firebolt, he hadn't used a broom in a long time, and he felt the Firebolt in his hand getting excited too.

It is rare to see the light from under the dark bed.

Several people stepped on their respective broomsticks and set off.

They have lost a lot of time.

The brooms began to rise, and they were getting higher and higher and faster.

The discomfort disappeared quickly after they left the field.

They flew over the grounds of Hogwarts and over the Forbidden Forest, the towering and twisted branches and the birds that fluttered in between looked eerie and eerie.

The icy airflow slapped their cheeks, and the oncoming wind slashed their faces like sharp knives.

Several people consciously lined up.

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

Maybe a credit for learning a little Muggle physics.

The Hogwarts Castle below him gradually shrunk, until when he looked back, it turned into a black spot.

They crossed the rolling peaks, flew past village after village, and then the light of genius was bright, and then the road built by Muggles, and a solitary car on the way back, along the winding winding road, speeding through small blocks of small mound.

They shuttled among the clouds.

Luna even closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and recklessly let go of her hands, shaking rhythmically.

"Is this what it's like to fly high in the sky? It's fun," she said to herself.

The first-year flying lessons, and the Quidditch matches, were a world apart, a completely different experience compared to their current heights.

The howling wind covered her light voice.

But Hermione, who was closely behind her, sensed 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'm very worried about Luna's safety.

Then Luna made another very bold move.

She changed her flying position in mid-air, pressed down the front end of the broom slowly, raised her slender right leg carefully and slowly, kept her body leaning to the right, slowly bypassed the broom, and finally slammed into the air. closed, and then his legs were tightly side by side, becoming a posture of sitting on a broom.

Hold the middle of the broom firmly with both hands.

The long golden-gray hair danced with the oncoming air, looking extremely unrestrained.

Hermione herself suspected that she was watching an aerial acrobatics.

When the wind blew, she doubted herself returning to the ground, maybe the curls were straightened and she became cautious.

But Luna didn't care.

This girl really can do amazing things at any time.

The girl also hummed some strange tunes.

There is an essential difference between flying high in the sky and low altitude in a Quidditch game.

And Hermione rarely participates in such activities except flying lessons.

So Hermione slumped down, gripped the top of the broom very firmly, and followed them in good order.

The sky gradually lit up, the pale blue sky was covered with a layer of pink paint, and the golden-red brilliance faintly overflowed from below.

The light was getting brighter and brighter, and they had to reduce their speed. When the sky was still dark before, they even used a rope spell to tie their wands in front of the broom, and then used fluorescent flashes to act as lighting.

But now, the dazzling light was affecting them in turn, and the harsh sunlight was starting to sting their glasses.

I don't know how long it took to fly, and when the sun was about to hang above their heads, they saw a large group of buildings. This is a modern city composed of steel jungles and high-rise buildings.

Muggle cars shuttled through the city, and the streets were full of tourists.

The light blue large panes of glass on the upper floors of the tall office buildings reflect the brilliance of the sun.

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

There was no one here, the concrete floor was solid and hard, and only a few pigeons stood on the rusted railing, watching the group of wizards from afar.

Probably an abandoned building.

The elevator parked on the top floor is broken.

George and Fred stayed on the upper floor for a while, pointed to the iron door that had not been opened and asked, "What is this?" Then they pressed the down button.

no response.

Empty companies, of course, cut off the power.

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

"Araho cave!" The group ran all the way to the gate, and Hermione decisively used the magic spell to open the tightly locked glass gate.

"Where shall we go now?" Luna asked politely and with interest, which sounded more like a fun day trip.

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

"We're going to find a phone booth, right around here," Hermione said quickly.

Then he pointed to the southeast.

"It's over there, to cross a block." After she finished speaking, she walked over there, and the others followed closely.

The Ministry of Magic, in the heart of London.

The group began to run along the street, but Luna occasionally looked around, and her out-of-the-way vision was still on the strange graffiti on the nearby walls.

It seemed that those wild ideas were to her liking.

Five minutes later.

A tattered phone booth appeared in front of them.