harry potter book of crimes

After hearing what happened from his neighbor Mr. Wilson, Wendell still didn't dare to tell his wife easily. But now, at least he understood that going out at will would be a very dangerous thing.

So in order to ensure the safety of his family, he decided to stay at home and hide for a while to see what the situation was.

However, even if they were hiding in the home on the fourth floor, the various noises outside from time to time still made the couple feel uneasy. Even if Wendell didn't say anything, his wife was unconsciously aware of the things in the city outside.

All kinds of changes.

Not to mention anything else, just the sound of explosions that could be heard far or near in the mist outside was enough to make them fearful.

Especially on several occasions, the movement seemed to come from the alley downstairs, and it was incredibly close.

There is no doubt that continuing to hide it like this will not only make his wife less frightened, but will also increase the fear from the unknown. Therefore, Wendell can only tell the so-called "thug" to

My wife listened.

But he didn't expect that while he was talking and wondering with his wife what kind of thugs dared to cause trouble in London, a black figure suddenly broke through the window of their house and fell on them suddenly.

in front of.

There was only a loud "clang" sound, and their coffee table was instantly smashed to pieces.

"oh"

Wendell and his wife were frightened because they discovered that the person who suddenly crashed in from the window was actually a living person! And the other person was somehow holding a broom in his hand?

"you……"

Wendell pulled his wife behind him, then looked at the uninvited guest who had obviously fallen badly, and asked hesitantly and carefully:

"Are you OK?"

To be honest, he really didn't know what to ask, after all, this was on the fourth floor!

"Oh... not bad!" The other party used the broom as a crutch to support himself and climbed up. "If I had known this would happen, I should have put on armor even if it was a waste of time... my waist."

Then, under the surprised and uncertain gazes of the Wendells, the other party suddenly took out a small, delicate wooden stick from the inside of the strange robe, and waved it casually at the broken window.

“Repaired to original condition.”

The next moment, the Wendells saw the shattered glass and wood chips flying all over the floor, and then reassembled back to the window frame as if they were rewinding. In just a blink of an eye, the broken window was restored.

.

After repairing the window, the other party turned around and shrugged:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this in front of you! But now that London is like this, I think it's not a big deal if one more person violates the "Secrecy Act."

"Well"

Wendell's wife was stunned now, but Mr. Wendell was relatively well, at least he could still speak.

"This... sir, how did you crash into our home from the fourth floor window?" He said with a look of disbelief, "And, what happened just now? How did you repair the windows of our home?"

"Well, I'm really sorry for breaking into your house without permission. You know, it's too foggy outside," the other party said politely, "As for how I got here..."

As he spoke, he picked up the broom in his hand, shook it, and motioned to the couple:

"I am a wizard, and wizards can ride broomsticks... I remember this was mentioned in your story books, right?"

Having said this, he bowed slightly and turned around:

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Bill Weasley. As I just said, I am a wizard. To express my apology, I think I have to give you a piece of advice. Appearing in downtown London now.

They are evil wizards, they are a bunch of murderous lunatics."

"I hope this news of mine can help you avoid unnecessary harm as much as possible."

Yes, this is Ron's brother Bill back. Since Fred and George's wedding last time, he has returned to Egypt to do his work as a curse breaker.

But after hearing about the disaster in London this time, he immediately decided to come back again to see if there was anyone here who needed his help.

However, because the fog in London prevented him from apparating, he had to choose to fly in from the outskirts of the city on a broomstick. Because he was flying a little faster, he crashed into Wendell's house.

"Okay, I think I have to go!" After giving the Muggle couple a kind reminder, Bill picked up the broom and was about to open the window. "My brother Charlie is probably going to be here soon, so I have to hurry up."

Just go and join him."

"Why!"

Wendell didn't know why he stopped him, but he was confused by what the other party said and really needed a clearer explanation.

There was no way, just the fact that "a man in strange attire rode a broom and crashed in from the fourth floor window" was enough to make it impossible to easily deny the other party's "nonsense".

Not to mention, this Bill just fixed their windows with an amazing magic trick!

Wizard? Real or fake?

When Bill heard him say "Hey", he couldn't help but paused and turned around and said:

"What's wrong? If you're scared, then hide under the bed or get into the closet!"

"ah?"

Wendell was stunned when he heard this.

"Then... can I escape what you call the 'evil wizard who kills without batting an eye'?"

"No, no, it's not possible," Bill said regretfully, "But I believe it can at least make you two feel more at ease!"

"What?" Wendell didn't care that he was still doubtful and asked loudly, "Mr. Weasley, wizard, can't you tell us how to ensure safety? Well, or, can you stay and protect us?"

"Oh, as I said just now, I'm on my way to join my brother..." Bill said awkwardly, "To be honest, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the most dangerous people now are those who are fleeing in the streets.

You are on the fourth floor here, so as long as you don't go out, the possibility of being attacked is not great for the time being."

Just as he was speaking, Bill, who had his back to the window, saw that the Wendells suddenly looked away from him and fell outside the window behind him.

As soon as he saw it, he quickly turned around to look, and then easily discovered the thing that attracted the attention of the Muggle couple.

It was a huge storm mixed with ice crystals and flames. It was obvious that the gray fog in the city could not be blown away by any method, but at this moment, a hole was forced out over there.

It may be complicated to say, but it was actually just the moment when Bill turned around to look. In the next second, a series of violent explosions suddenly spread, shaking the window glass.

Obviously, that was the explosion caused by the confrontation between Maca and Helbo outside the entrance of St. Mungo's.

"Ouch!"

When Bill saw the horrific scene, he immediately shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​running out now. He turned around again and said to the Wendells who were completely speechless:

"It seems that although I can't be here to protect you all the time, it's okay to at least sit with you for a while!"

Bill is undoubtedly an excellent wizard, and because of this, he understands better what the scene behind him means.

He easily guessed that it must be Maka who took action, and most of Maka's opponents were Haierbo who was fighting at this level. It would only cause chaos, so it was the wisest choice to honestly watch from the outside.

"Um?"

Just as he was talking, Bill suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow appearing in the distance. It was precisely because the explosion just now temporarily lifted part of the gray fog that he could inadvertently discover the location of the shadow.

But now, the black shadow seems to be flying towards this side from a distance, and the speed is extremely fast.

"That's... the fire dragon?"

Bill looked at it from a distance, and when he got a little closer, the outline of the shadow became clear.

"Is it Charlie?"

If anything, there are actually quite a few dragon trainers who can ride dragons into the sky, but there are none who can control the fire dragons to fly in the direction they want.

By the way, although every dragon trainer probably has the dream of riding a fire dragon, wizards who really try to ride a dragon usually end up miserable.

However, although Bill did not think that Charlie could truly tame the fire dragon, it seemed that he could only think of his younger brother Charlie to make a fire dragon appear over London at this moment.

However, before he could confirm whether there was anyone on the back of the fire dragon, he saw that the outline of the fire dragon became more and more obvious and suddenly swooped down and fell on the outskirts of the city.

"Okay!" Bill curled his lips, "Whether it's Charlie or not, at least the fire dragon should be controlled by someone. And the other party has obviously realized it. It's best not to fly around in the air at this time."

After thinking about this, he touched his chin and sat down on the chair next to him. Regardless of the speechless Wendells, he began to think about what to do next.

"...Mr. Wizard?"

Wendell finally came to his senses at this time. Although he couldn't see magical creatures like the fire dragon, he could still see the ice and fire storm that exploded in the air.

Needless to say, the terrifying scene had shocked him so much that he could no longer question Bill's previous words.

"Mr. Wizard, this... this is really terrible. Can you please take us out of London? I can pay you pounds, I mean it."

When Bill heard this, he didn't care that he interrupted his thinking, but then he showed a helpless expression.

"Unfortunately, as things stand now, you cannot leave London."

"Please! Please save us!" Wendell quickly begged, "No, even if I can't... just my wife and daughter, really!"