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Just as Harry was digesting the chaotic scene in front of him, a man suddenly rushed out of the crowd and hit him hard on the shoulder.

Harry staggered and almost fell.

He subconsciously looked at the man, but the other party did not even turn his head, his eyes passed Harry and stared at his back.

Those eyes were full of fear, the pupils were dilated, and the blood on his face was gone, as if he had seen an indescribable nightmare.

Harry was stunned.

He caught a strange golden color from the man's eyes, but he didn't have time to see what it was.

"Sir, do you know what happened--"

Harry tried to ask, but before he finished speaking, the man turned around as if he was awakened, and continued to run towards the direction of the Leaky Cauldron without even pausing.

Harry stood there, with an uneasy premonition in his heart.

He slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the man's fearful gaze.

When his eyes fell on the end of Diagon Alley, the whole person froze instantly.

That was the most shocking scene Harry had ever seen in his life.

The high ground where Gringotts was supposed to be located seemed to be torn open by some irresistible force.

The stone bricks at the edge of the gap were torn into pieces, revealing a bottomless crack.

And from the crack, a thick golden liquid was constantly seeping out.

These liquids were not like ordinary water, but had a strange luster, like molten gold, and like flowing flames.

They poured out at an astonishing speed, spreading along the streets of Diagon Alley, forming a rolling "torrent".

Every time it flowed, the ground would emit a low tremor, as if the whole street was wailing.

In the center of the gap, a huge golden liquid column shot up into the sky and pierced straight into the gloomy sky.

Its diameter was more than ten meters, and the surface was flowing with dazzling light, like a pillar of light from ancient mythology.

The column broke through the low-hanging dark clouds and sank into the snowy sky, as if it was connected to some higher existence.

Harry opened his mouth slightly, staring at the golden torrent, his mind was blank.

Diagon Alley seemed to be half swallowed by the end of the world, and the beam of light at the end of the street was like a punishment from heaven, rushing straight into the sky.

He stood there in a daze for several seconds, wondering if he was still in a coma.

He blinked hard, trying to make this horrible scene disappear from his sight.

However, everything in front of him was still suffocatingly real - the golden liquid was still surging, like some kind of living thing, with an indescribable breath of danger.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream cut through the air, pulling Harry back to reality from the shock.

He turned his head sharply, and his eyes quickly locked onto the source of the sound - a woman fell to the ground.

She held her right ankle tightly with both hands, her face was pale, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was obvious that she was in extreme pain.

The crowd around her was still rushing forward frantically, no one stopped to help her, and some people even almost stepped on her arm in a panic, but they didn't even turn their heads.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to suppress the fear and confusion in his heart.

Whether this was an illusion or not, he couldn't just stand by and watch. He hugged the Nimbus 2000 in his arms, pulled out his wand, and ran quickly towards the woman who fell to the ground.

"Hello! Are you hurt?"

Harry squatted down, his tone anxious and uncertain.

The woman slowly raised her head, with a trace of fear and helplessness in her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and pointed to her right ankle, her voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible.

"My... my right ankle... seems to have lost consciousness, and the surrounding... is very hot... ah!"

Before she finished speaking, she wailed in pain, her body twitching slightly because of the severe pain.

Harry's heart sank suddenly.

He quickly looked around and found that on the same street, there were at least three or four people who were struggling on the ground in pain like this witch.

Their injuries were similar, some covered their legs, some hugged their arms, and some even curled up and groaned constantly.

Harry's face darkened, and his eyes fell on the witch's right ankle that was tightly covered.

He raised his wand, and his tone was as gentle as possible, but with a hint of unquestionable firmness.

"Madam, if you don't take your hands away, I can't help you heal."

Although his voice was not loud, it was loud enough for the witch in pain to hear clearly.

She raised her head, with a little hesitation and uneasiness in her expression.

A vague memory flashed through Harry's mind. It was the magical knowledge that he had awakened in the previous accident, including some simple healing spells.

Although he was not proficient in healing magic, it was more than enough to deal with ordinary sprains.

The witch gritted her teeth and finally slowly moved her hands away from her ankle.

Harry looked down and saw that the skin on her right ankle was a strange red, and some places had even blistered, as if it had been burned by high temperature.

The pebbles on the ground were also slightly blackened by the heat, emitting a strange burnt smell.

But there was no more serious damage. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the situation was not as bad as he had imagined.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, a glimmer of light flashed from the corner of his eye.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw a golden Galleon lying on the ground not far away, shining attractively under the weak light of the snow.

Harry just glanced at it and quickly retracted his gaze.

He knew very well in his heart that this Galleon might make Ron happy for a whole year, but for him, the task of saving people was far more important than a coin.

"Fortunately, it should be just a minor injury."

Harry muttered in a low voice, and pointed the wand in his hand at the swollen ankle.

He waved the wand gently and chanted a simple healing spell.

"The bones are as good as before."

Harry held the wand tightly, anxiously pointed it at the witch's ankle, chanted the healing spell in a low voice, and his eyes swept towards Gringotts from time to time, alert to the approach of the golden liquid.

Every second, he could feel the rolling sense of oppression, as if the whole world was rushing towards him.

However, when he concentrated on casting the spell, he suddenly found that the power of the wand seemed to have lost its effect.

The scene in front of him stunned him - the witch's ankle not only did not get better, but the redness and swelling became more serious, and even had a tendency to expand.

Harry's heart sank suddenly, and he subconsciously increased the strength of the wand, but it still didn't help.

Just as he was confused, suddenly, a dazzling golden color broke into his sight.

He widened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw - the original redness and swelling on the witch's ankle began to glow, and slowly turned into a flashing golden color.

Harry was stunned and didn't react at all.

The golden liquid spread like a tide, quickly covering the entire foot and half of the calf.

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