A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

As time passed by, the clouds in the sky showed no sign of dispersing, and they accumulated piece by piece, like an island like a whale.

Williamson helped Kingsley over to say goodbye. They were going to the hospital.

"Sorry, I can't protect you until the last day," Kingsley said.

Unieff looked at the strips of white cloth wrapped around him, and said sincerely, "You are already very good, and I am very eager to be a person like you."

"Except for baldness, of course." He joked.

"Haha." Kingsley laughed heartily. After this battle, he seemed to have gotten a lot closer to Univer. He praised, "You don't see many young wizards with courage like you."

Then, he turned his head again and instructed Gadwin: "Gadwin, I'm going to ask you for Oneef. It's best to prepare, maybe there will be a second attack."

Gadwin said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's not like you don't know my character, and—"

He shrugged and said, "There are so many wizards here now, not to mention dragons flying over, just silently flying over, and each one can easily kill them with a spell."

Kingsley nodded, agreeing with this point of view, and patted Williamson on the shoulder again.

Williamson bowed his head, blushed and said to Univer, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, it's me who should say sorry." Unieff said, "Your hunch is quite accurate."

Williamson smiled and said, "It's actually quite pleasant to get along with you, by the way..."

"The captain told me that you have a similar situation to me." He said, "I think you may have a hunch, maybe."

"But I don't feel anything," said Unione.

"Maybe it's because I'm in such a bad state." Williamson thought for a while and said, "I was in such a bad state in the morning, so I couldn't remember anything, but after I slept, the premonition came out, and I almost gave it to you. A stun spell."

"If you were shot, maybe you'd have a hunch?" he joked.

"Do I still have to thank you?" Unieff said angrily.

"Of course not." Williamson shook his head, "but there should be no hunch now, the crisis has been lifted."

The two left.

Yuneffer was thoughtful, and after a while, he decided to go to sleep and have a look.

If you really have a hunch, you might be able to remind me of something. He thought so.

And it is just enough to make up for the energy, and there is no need to worry about safety issues. As Gadwin said, this town is in an unprecedented safety situation.

Unless missiles wash the ground.

But that should be impossible.

So, he told Gadwin, went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and felt sleepy.

Consciousness drifted unknowingly, and after I don't know how long, I suddenly felt a sense of oppression.

That feeling is like when walking in the undersea tunnel, suddenly seeing a crack in the glass partition.

As the sense of oppression got closer and stronger, the cracks in the "glass compartment" became more and more dense.

Soon, the "glass compartment" reached a limit, and with a "pop", it shattered completely.

The endless "information sea" poured in and drowned him.

into his eyes, into his ears, into his nostrils, and into him from every hole that he can enter.

He was ruthlessly swept away by this information, completely unable to control himself, and could only passively accept it.

Some fragmented pictures flashed through his eyes like shooting stars, and the speed was extremely fast, and he could only capture the general impression.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up leisurely.

Opening his eyes, the whole bedroom once again gave him a feeling of collapse, just like in the early morning.

The body is also out of control.

But this time he got used to it a little bit, so that he remembered something.

Those were some vague outlines and impressions, passing like quicksand, and even his unforgettable memory could not hold them back.

He desperately needed to find a more reliable carrier for these memories, such as paper.

He frantically used his will to mobilize the blood in his body, and when his facial muscles reacted a little, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

pain!

The severe pain made the whole body active, and the consciousness finally merged with the body, as if it had been held underwater for a whole day and suddenly surfaced.

The sharp sensory stimuli distracted him, and those contours drained faster.

Holding his spirit, he sat up from the bed, came to the table, pulled out the pen and paper, and scattered all kinds of stationery on the ground with excessive force.

But he couldn't control it, he picked up the pen and started to sketch on the paper.

He is not good at sketching, and he has never drawn well a few times in his life.

But it doesn't matter, because there are only some simple outlines left, and even two-year-old Ivana can do this kind of work!

After more than ten seconds, he dropped the pen and saw two lines drawn diagonally on the paper. On the line above, there was a flat semicircle and a pointed triangle, and there were some "people" between the two lines. font symbol.

This is a street, thinks Unieff, with a semicircular building and a triangular building.

where is this? he asks.

The next second, the memory spewed out.

This is Charing Cross, this is Borough Market, this is the church tower.

This is the scenery he has seen.

In room 13 of the Leaky Cauldron.

Why is it here? he asks.

Go and see!

An unprecedented impulse surged out to him and said to him, "Go and see and find out! The answer is there!"

He couldn't resist this urge, so he ran out in a hurry, even Ms. Garrel tried to stop him from saying something, but failed.

When I ran outside, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. It should be the most violent time of the day. However, the sky was still dark, and the light could not penetrate the thick clouds. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Kingsley! Williamson!" he shouted loudly, but no one responded, and then he remembered that the two had gone to the hospital.

Damn it! It happened to be this time!

He looked up to find someone he could trust, and saw that under a house a little further away, Gadwin Robards was busy with various affairs.

Light purple notes with the seal of the Ministry of Magic and paper airplanes kept flying to his hands and flying away again and again.

Univer accelerated towards Gadwin, shouting, "Robards!"

Immediately attracted the attention of many people, seeing that it was Yunevo, his eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.

Naturally, Gardwin followed along, but the next second, he continued to deal with the affairs at hand and asked perfunctorily, "What happened, Mr. Garrel?"

Unieff grabbed Gadwin's arm and shouted, "Take me to the Leaky Cauldron! Apparition! Quick!"

Gadwin was dragged so he could only stop what he was doing, and said helplessly, "Mr. Garrel, do you know how much work I have to do now?"

"But I also have very important things here," said Unieff.

"What could be more important than maintaining secrecy laws?" said Gardwin noncommittally.

Yunev wanted to say something but couldn't, and he didn't know what was going to happen.

Gardwin smiled and said, "It's not that I'm perfunctory, but the work at hand is really troublesome, and now most of the law enforcement department is tracking those Muggles who may see the dragon, and I have to deal with the accident. The Disaster Department is working hard to coordinate, and is also concerned about the dark wizard's clues..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Unionfo's little face was solemn and pale.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.