Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1592 Life and death sniper (twenty-three)

  Although the smell of the Paris Metro is unpleasant, fortunately, it is not as congested as ground traffic. A few stops will arrive soon. However, what makes people criticize is that this **** platform does not have a station announcement function. If you don't pay attention to it, you will sit on the station. This is worse than the London Underground.

  In June, Paris has already started to heat up. According to the homeless people, in July and August, the cars will be hot like hell, and they will find other places to live. Climate warming is a global problem, which is related to greenhouse gas emissions. In fact, citizens of Paris and London are eager to install air-conditioning in the subway. England, which was so cold in the 18th and 19th centuries, is now hot enough for gentlemen. Put on short sleeves. However, the subway company does not install it. Fortunately, the fountain is free, so you can see many people playing in the park to spend the summer.

Many houses in Paris and London are of the “cultural relics” level. When they were designed, there was no place to install air conditioners. As long as you imagined that the exterior walls of the buildings on both sides of the Champs Elysées are equipped with air conditioners. It is estimated that no tourists are still in the mood to take pictures. Without tourists, there will be no tourism income. So unless they think of a wonderful way to hide the outside of the air conditioner, the city government will usually not approve it.

  Do you think this is over? Think about the movement of the air conditioner when it is turned on. When you are blowing on the air conditioner to eat ice cream and enjoying the coolness in the house, the neighbor next door has to not only endure the heat in the room, but also listen to the "buzzing" sound of the air conditioner next door. When the weather is hot, people will be more irritable, so the neighbor picks up the phone to call the police and said that it disturbs the people. Soon you will feel the irritability of the neighbor.

  Unless it encounters extreme weather, the hot climate under normal climatic conditions will not last long. Residential air conditioning is not a necessity in Paris. Europeans generally believe that environmental protection will bring the climate back to what it used to be. Except for shopping malls and museums in the city center, there is absolutely no shadow of air-conditioning. However, when you enter the mall to buy things, you cannot speak loudly when you enter the museum. In contrast, it is better to play in the water at the fountain in the large courtyard.

Fortunately, the dimensions of Paris and London are high. The temperature in June is not too hot, less than 30 degrees, and it is still within the tolerable range of old bats, but the subway is not for men like him in high-end clothes, just a few stops. Someone in Lu actually planned to steal his wallet.

  There are many strange things under the subway seat. Severus found a toy spider that somebody had forgotten, and used the Transfiguration Curse to make it "live", and silently crawled onto the pickpocket.

  The young man saw such a big spider and was so scared that he screamed like a girl, and ran away when the subway opened.

   Felix leaned forward and backward with a smile, and Severus was expressionless.

  They got out of the car right after, then jumped over the gate as they did when entering the station, and left the subway station.

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   "Leon!" Georgeanna yelled in the wilderness. As the night darkened, the surroundings became dark, not to mention the silhouettes of people, even ghosts were not visible.

  A rustling voice came from the grass.

  Georgiana raised the fluorescent wand, pointed it in that direction, and a hare flew past her.

  Rabbits, like mice, are rodents. Dawn and dusk are their main activity times, but there are also rabbits that come out in the evening.

  Georgiana retracted her gaze, holding her magic wand to take pictures, hoping to find them on the ancient battlefield.

However, facts have proved that it is almost impossible to find one or two hundred people in a place where tens of thousands of people can set up a battle. Unless you bring a binoculars, or look at it from a high altitude, plus the fog. I can't see it.

  She felt that it was time for her to go back at this time. Passing by the ancient battlefield and stopping to take a look is different from discrediting and finding someone.

At this moment, she heard the rustling voice again. She thought it was the hapless rabbit again, but she smelled a strong smell of wine, so she didn’t hesitate to put her magic wand through her armpits and face it. Behind him used a "fainted to the ground".

  After she heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, she turned her head and found a man lying on the ground. He was dirty and wearing a three-cornered hat. At this time, he fell to the side because of the fall.

   Before she could observe carefully, there was another rustle in the surrounding grass, and three more ragged men walked out of the dark.

  "Are you alone? Miss?" A refugee said with a smile, showing his mouth full of yellow and black teeth, and holding a bite-into apple in his hand.

  Georgiana watched them warily.

  At the moment, she is wearing a stand-up collar woolen coat trimmed with Firefox fur, and a silk petticoat inside. She looks like a rich man.

   "What did you do to him?" one of the three refugees asked Georgianna. He just squatted down to check on his unconscious companion, but no matter how he slapped the person on the face, he didn't wake up.

   "Leave." Georgiana said to the three of them, "While you still have a chance."

  The man with the apple whistled frivolously, "You want to leave after you scared our dinner away?"

  Georgiana looked at his other companion, who was wearing a scarf around her neck and was so quietly blocking her retreat.

  Georgiana changed a whip in her hand, she deliberately flicked it, making a very loud sound.

   "My husband will be back soon." She said coldly, "I don't want to cause trouble."

  The person who ate the apple took another bite of the apple and threw it away.

  "You can continue to call his name, his name is Leon, right?"

   "No, he called another name." Georgiana said blankly.

   "Then who is Leon?"

   "A friend." She said calmly.

   "You came to this place with your'friend' with your husband on your back?" The apple-eating man often laughed, but none of his accomplices laughed.

  Georgiana raised her wand to the sky and sent a red signal, which exploded in the sky like a firework.

  The three sober people looked at her in horror.

  "How did you do it?" asked the man who was checking on his accomplices, lying on the ground.

  "How did you do it?" Georgiana asked.

   "You didn't light the fire, how did you light the firework?" the man lying on the ground asked.

  "This is a trick of a magician." Georgiana said blankly, "Did you commit crimes? Or rob passers-by?"

   "Otherwise, what do you want? Arrest us?" The apple eater continued with a frantic smile.

   "You are poor people." She whispered, "But if I let you go like this, you will attack other people. Other girls are not as lucky as I am."

   "Luck?" The apple-eating man repeated her words, and then laughed. This time his comrades also laughed.

"I will soon let you know if you are unlucky or lucky." The apple-eating man drew the dagger from the belt around her waist. She didn't look back, but she also knew that the man with the scarf behind her had also taken the weapon out of her sheath. Even the person who checked his companion stood up and drew the dagger out, facing her with the tip of the sword.

  Georgiana made the whip wrap around the ankle of the person behind her silently like a snake, during which she had to find a way to distract her.

  "Have you killed anyone?" Georgiana asked the refugee who ate apples.

   "Kill a few." said the outcast who ate apples.

  "Do you think you are guilty?"

  "Why should I feel guilty?" the refugee asked.

   "Do you think you are innocent?"

   "No." said the outcast who ate apples.

   "Then what do you think of your crime?"

  "Views?" The vagrant said with a smile that was ridiculous, "This is my way of making a living, just like I hunt rabbits, but I didn't expect to meet such a great prey tonight."

  He looked up and down Georgiana "How much ransom is your husband willing to pay for you?"

  "Have you changed your mind?"

   "I find that I love money more."

  It’s strange that Georgiana didn’t want to give them a penny, although she would sympathize with the beggars on the road, and their clothes were similar to those of beggars.

  A person at Hogwarts can always get help if he wants to help, but help should be left to those who are worthy of it.

  She slowly turned the fire opal ring in her hand, just about to conjure a few fireballs, burning all these people to ashes, and a black shadow suddenly came out.

"what!!!!"

  Humans made a terrifying cry of horror, and in front of them was a wolf about the size of a human.

   To be precise, it was a werewolf with a black mane. It had just bitten the neck of the vagrant who had just checked his partner, and blood was sprayed everywhere.

  It was really unexpected, she thought the blood of those people was black.

  At the same time, the red hats hidden in the ancient battlefield also appeared. They were not many, probably dozens of them, but they surrounded Georgiana and the three refugees, seeming to plan to kill them all.

  "Where are your husband and your friends?" The refugee who ate apples asked her in horror.

  Georgina looked at him with contempt.

   "Wimp." Georgiana said to the man, "Hold your sword steady."

  The two refugees looked in front of them together.

  The werewolf who attacked their comrades was slowly standing up and let out a low growl. The attacked man had not completely died of his breath, he twitched like a fish.

  "Help me..." the man said in a hoarse voice, but ignored him.

   "Wait, buddy, I'll go find a doctor for you." The apple-eater said, and then turned around first and ran away.

  His other accomplice with the scarf ran in the other direction. They seemed to think that the werewolves would attack Georgian. After all, she was a girl who couldn't run fast, but he was quickly caught in a whip and fell over his legs.

  Sometimes you don’t need to run the fastest, you just need to run faster than another person who is also chased.

  After all, animals only hunt prey for survival, while people hunt for fun and animal fur.

  Georgina looked at the werewolf, and it was pressing towards her step by step.

  Just as she was about to raise a wall of fire, a blue arrow shot at it like a shooting star.

  The werewolf’s attention was all on Georgiana’s body. The arrow just hit it. The arrow mixed with wolf venom spread rapidly like snake venom. Georgiana fell to the ground before he could react.

   "What did you do!" Georgiana said to Mamluk who was shooting arrows, and then looked down at the werewolf.

  The poison has its effect, and it quickly regains its sanity, but it is not far from death.

   Its amber eyes reflected Georgia's face, and the pupils slowly dilated, as if something had disappeared from it.

  The corners of its mouth seemed to be smiling. It was weird to see this expression on the wolf's face, but this expression seemed to tell that it was finally free.

   "Save me..." The human being attacked by it was still struggling, and stretched out his **** hand towards Georgiana.

  Georgiana looked at him, and he looked at Georgiana too, until one hand covered her eyes before blocking them from looking at each other.

   "Follow me." Leon said in her ear, "Someone will take care of the rest."

  She didn't move, but she was in the dark, and the "guckling" voice became more pronounced.

  She wanted to ask him if he saw a little monster wearing a red hat, but she then thought that wolves tend to appear in groups, but do werewolves have this habit too?

  She couldn’t tell whether Mamluk’s arrow was right or not. After all, in their opinion, she might be attacked if she didn’t shoot it.

  　The dimensions of Paris and London are similar to Harbin

  (End of this chapter)