harry potter book of crimes

"Fire dragon?"

Harry didn't expect that he would actually see a fire dragon in downtown London! On a normal day, the damage caused by it taking just two steps would be enough to cause a big commotion.

But in the past two days, the city has suffered enough disasters that Muggles may not even be seen on the streets.

Just as Harry pulled little Robin to speed up and quickly threw him towards the open space where Bill was, he discovered that the fire dragon that had just passed by suddenly spun and landed directly towards Bill. Go down.

"Hey, look out!"

"Don't worry," Bill waved to Harry immediately, "Come here quickly! It's okay, that's Charlie!"

"What?"

To be honest, although many people's dream is to ride a fire dragon and stare at the fierce wind soaring in the sky, I'm afraid no one has ever thought that one day, someone will really be able to tame a ferocious and proud fire dragon.

Yes, the more you know about fire dragons, the more people think it is a delusion.

"It's the Norwegian Ridgeback...ah, there really is someone on the dragon's back!"

Harry thought to himself as he dragged the boy and ran quickly.

"Bang"

It can be seen that although the fire dragon had flapped its wings several times to slow down before landing, in fact, when it landed, its huge body still heavily crushed a section of the wall.

The body of the Norwegian Ridgeback is actually not that big. The reason why they make people think that their size is comparable to that of a Hungarian Horntail is just because their giant wings are really not that big.

It is conceivable that if the Ukrainian iron bellies with an average weight of more than six tons were to land here using their most common "smashing landing method"... the scene would be even more amazing!

"do not move."

When Harry saw it, he hurriedly pulled little Robin behind him and waved his wand, quickly casting a blocking spell in front of him to block several flying stones.

And then, he looked at the figure on the neck of the Norwegian Ridgeback and said in surprise:

"Charlie! Is it really you?"

"That's right, it's me," Charlie on the dragon's back greeted, "Come up quickly! I know you must have a lot to ask, but who are the parents of the child?"

"I heard that he went out and didn't come back."

Harry replied, while Bill next to him walked up behind him and lifted up the little Robin with his eyes widened.

"Leaving the child alone at home?" Charlie smiled at little Robin, while trying to bend down and pick up the boy who seemed a little timid, "Isn't it possible? There is such a thing"

Although he didn't finish his words, what Charlie wanted to say was already obvious. Are there really parents in this world who leave their children alone at home?

Of course, not to mention whether there are such evil parents, at least little Robin's parents don't seem to be like that.

"…and Claire."

After Charlie gently placed him on the dragon's back in front of him, he finally said something cautiously.

"Who is Claire?"

While Charlie was talking to little Robin gently, he waved his hand to Harry, gesturing for him to come up quickly. Harry responded immediately, stretched out his hand for Charlie to pull, and climbed up lightly stepping on the armor thorns on the fire dragon's body. Go up.

"It's his nanny who ran away." He answered the question for little Robin.

"Oh, that's really... the wrong person to blame."

Charlie shook his head when he heard this, and asked the two of them to sit still, just as he was about to tell the fire dragon under him to take off.

"Charlie, where are Bill and Bill?"

"He stays down below and is responsible for search and rescue." Just as he was talking, Charlie patted the fire dragon's neck and said loudly, "Norberta, let's go! Let's go back to the museum first!"

"Norberta?"

…

Speaking of which, Harry seems to have ridden on many flying things, such as broomsticks, hippogriffs, and Macca's Silver Eagle Patronus.

There is no doubt that he really likes the feeling of flying in the air, which makes him feel the charm of freedom.

But obviously, he has never ridden a fire dragon before!

Well, I have killed him.

And now, he finally experienced the feeling of riding on a fire dragon and flying high in the strong wind. Although this was not as comfortable as controlling a broomstick, the feeling of having a giant beast carry him soaring was really...

It makes people want to stop!

By the way, what’s more worth mentioning is that according to Charlie, this fire dragon is actually Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback that Hagrid hatched using the fireplace.

Oh no, now its name has been changed to "Norbeta". After all, Charlie has confirmed the gender of this "little guy", which is a female Ridgeback.

At first, they secretly let Charlie take the little guy to a dragon farm in Romania. In just a few years, it grew to such a big size that it can now carry them flying over the city of London.

Thinking of having such a fate, Harry couldn't help but feel a little more emotional.

"Charlie, you just said we were going to the 'museum'?" Harry asked loudly in the strong wind blowing in front of him.

"That's right," Charlie nodded and shouted the same, "You should know that the Quidditch Museum in the northwest is not very eye-catching, but there is a large underground exhibition hall below, although it is in a remote location.

A little bit, but it’s also very suitable for use as an evacuation site. So Bill and I discussed it and decided to make it the third evacuation camp in London!”

"Oh, that's really good!" Harry said immediately, "We also accept Muggles, right?"

"Of course!"

Norberta flew very fast, even exceeding the top speed of a Firebolt when sprinting at full speed. The two of them had only spoken a few words when they felt Norberta suddenly lower his body and dive straight to the ground.

"cool!"

If London wasn't full of fog today, I believe that even though this flight would be short, we would still be able to see a beautiful cityscape.

But even so, Harry still felt extremely happy.

On the other hand, little Robin, who was sitting in Charlie's arms, was startled by the sudden acceleration and dive, and closed his eyes tightly in a hurry.

After Nobelta flapped its wings and slowed down, with a heavy landing sound, it finally stopped in the middle of the street below.

"Harry, I have to rush back to Bill right now, so I won't go in with you. You see! If possible, see if I can stay here..." Charlie said, "Although

We also found a few wizards we found on the road to guard this refuge, and there were also two dark wizard strikers...but I feel like it's still not enough."

"This... I'm afraid that won't work," Harry rolled over and climbed down from Norbert's body, then reached out to pick up little Robin, "I have to use the Sword of Gryffindor in the most appropriate place. You know, there are some capable people in the city.

Dark-eyed wizards who manipulate strange substances, it is difficult for ordinary magic to work on them."

"Oh, it turns out this is really the sword of Gryffindor..." Charlie looked at Harry's sword that was always held upside down in his hand, nodded and said, "I have only seen a few of them in the principal's office of Hogwarts before.

Second-rate!"

After saying this, he said clearly:

"It's better that I wait for you here! After you come out later, we can act together! Don't worry, Bill will be fine on his own in a short period of time. He is more powerful than you think!"

"Okay, then I'll be back as soon as possible."

As Harry said this, he said goodbye to Charlie temporarily, took little Robin's hand and walked quickly across the street to the old restaurant on the roadside.

In normal times, although the business here is not very good, it is still a Muggle restaurant that is open normally. The restaurant is run by a squib couple, who obviously prefer to be with Muggles than living in the magical world.

But after all, the couple was always from the wizarding world, and the husband's grandfather was the director of the Quidditch Museum. Therefore, the entrance to the museum has always been in the backyard of their restaurant.

In fact, Harry had taken the opportunity to go to Diagon Alley several times before the start of school in the past. He even went to the restaurant in front of him for lunch a few times. This time, he was familiar with the place.

Unfortunately, due to the disaster in London in the past two days, the restaurant apparently had to temporarily close.

"I just hope this gray London can clear up soon!"

Harry did not go through the back door commonly used by wizards, but directly used the unlocking spell to open the front door along the street, and took little Robin through the restaurant to the backyard.

As you can see, there is almost nothing in the backyard, just a small storage warehouse.

"Robin, you will probably become a little wizard by September this year." Harry patted little Robin on the shoulder and said, "But I think you will see more and learn more than many students.

Magic-related things.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his wand and scratched the warehouse door, and then opened the door. Immediately, he saw a layer of silver ripples behind the opened warehouse door, and the warehouse could not be seen at all.

The real appearance inside.

"Look, if you don't use the magic spell, this is just an ordinary warehouse." Harry said, gently pushing Robin's back, "Go in! To be honest, apart from the school and the stadium, this is

One of my favorite places to go!”

Seeing little Robin reaching out and touching with a curious look on his face, he found that he didn't touch anything, and then he stepped into the screen in surprise. Harry paused for a moment, and then followed him.

Got in.

As soon as he entered this familiar museum, Harry discovered that it was not just the underground exhibition hall, there were also many people gathering in the hall above.

In addition to a few wizards responsible for guarding, many Muggles are also here, and they are all circling a large circle of display cabinets around the hall, looking at the introduction text on their faces with curiosity.

Although Muggles definitely don’t understand the rules of Quidditch, they all know that there are many flying broomsticks in Muggle storybooks, and wizards usually ride them!

Well, even if it looks different from what they imagined?