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Harry's mind moved, and he weighed the options quickly in his mind.

"At least there is a roof there to block the rain of gold coins, so it's good to take shelter for a while!"

He took a deep breath, gripped the broom handle tightly, and pulled it hard, and the broom rushed straight to the store.

His movements were decisive and quick, but under the pressure of the gold rain, every turn he made seemed extremely difficult.

"Hold on! We're almost there!"

Gold coins hit him like dense rain of bullets, and some even grazed his shoulders and the end of the broom, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

Harry gritted his teeth and dared not be distracted at all.

He had only one goal: to rush into the store!

Whoosh!

The broom drew a rapid arc in the air, and Harry aimed at the half-open store door and swooped down with his head down.

Bang!

He slammed the store door open with his shoulder, and rushed in with the broom, falling to the floor inside the store.

The moment Harry knocked the door open, the broom slid out suddenly and hit a wooden table in the store, making a harsh collision sound, and the tableware on the table fell to the ground, and the sound of breaking echoed in the silent space.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the corner, the voice was tender and trembling.

Harry got up from the floor in a panic, not caring to shake off the dust on his body, and rushed to the door as soon as possible and closed the door again with force.

He panted, and pressed the door panel tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that the rain of gold coins outside would take the opportunity to penetrate in.

"Safe... temporarily..."

He whispered to himself, turned around, and began to look at this dim little shop.

The light in the store was dim, and the freezer behind the counter had long been abandoned, and the transparent glass cover was covered with a thin layer of dust.

The menu on the wall was shaky, and only half of it was left hanging there, and the crooked letters were blurred in the weak light.

There were a few gold coins scattered on the floor, reflecting a faint golden light, intertwined with the broken glass, like some kind of strange puzzle.

There was a sweet smell in the air, as if it was the residual aroma of fruit smoothie, which formed a sharp contrast with the metallic smell outside.

Just as he looked around, several trembling figures broke into his sight.

There were five or six people curled up in the corner, one of whom was an adult wizard, and the rest were all children.

Those children looked only six or seven years old, some of them were still tightly holding a half-melted ice cream stick in their hands, and some had traces of cream on their cheeks. They were obviously enjoying the good time of dessert just now, but were frightened by the sudden disaster.

Their eyes were full of fear, staring at Harry, the stranger who suddenly broke in.

An older girl subconsciously protected the younger child beside her, and her eyes vigilantly swept over the broom in Harry's hand and his messy appearance.

Harry's eyes stayed on them for a moment, and soon noticed some details.

The facial features and skin color of these children are obviously different from those of the British natives. Their dark eyes and slightly curly hair show that their bloodline comes from more distant places.

Their clothes are also somewhat special. Although they wear wizard robes, the material and tailoring are obviously different from the British style.

Of course, more importantly, they did not recognize Harry Potter at the first time - a name and face that is almost a household name in the British wizarding world.

"It seems that they are not locals, they may be travelers or immigrant families."

Harry thought, and then felt bitter again.

"No matter where they come from, they are now caught in this disaster..."

Harry restrained his expression and tried to make his tone sound gentle and firm.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

He said, while leaning the broom against the wall and raising his hands to indicate that he had no malice.

At this time, Harry's eyes fell on the corner deep in the store.

Three children were carefully hiding behind an overturned table, holding the table legs tightly with both hands, as if that was the only shelter.

Two other children were surrounding an adult, looking anxious and helpless.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there was a large patch of deep red blood on the floor, with a dozen gold coins mixed in the mottled blood, like cold evidence of a crime.

"Mr. Florin, hold on..."

The older girl said in a trembling voice, with suppressed crying in her voice.

Harry took a few steps closer, his eyes swept over the two children and fell on the adults in front of them.

His heart sank suddenly.

That was Florin Fortescue, the owner of the ice cream shop Harry had visited before.

In his memory, this wizard always brought a warm smile, served delicious ice cream to customers, and generously gave Harry an orange sundae.

However, Florin at this moment had completely lost his former charm.

There was a terrible wound on his left shoulder, bloody and bloody, and the entire left arm was gone.

The empty cuffs fell to the ground, shocking.

Harry's eyes swept over the gold coins on the floor, and his mind quickly pieced together the possible scenario.

Florin must have sensed the power of the curse the moment he touched the gold coin, and the way he chose to deal with it was to cut off his left arm with great determination and pain.

This decisiveness and ruthlessness made Harry feel a pang of pain in his teeth.

He couldn't help but wonder, if it were him, would he be able to make such a decisive choice at a critical moment?

Florin's face was pale, and his lips were almost bloodless.

His body was trembling slightly, obviously weak from excessive blood loss.

He half leaned against the wall, breathing hard, but his eyes were still full of concern for the children.

Harry squatted down and wanted to take a closer look at Florin's injuries, but soon realized that he was powerless.

His wand was completely ineffective in this area, and he didn't have any medical supplies, let alone potions that could stop bleeding.

Harry glanced at Florin's wound, frowned, but could only sigh helplessly and shook his head gently.

He knew that he couldn't do more for him now.

So he slowly got up and prepared to turn to the window to check the situation outside.

However, just as he took a step -

"Harry!"

A weak but clear call broke the silence, and Harry turned back suddenly.

Florin raised his head with all his strength, and his originally lifeless eyes were now staring at him, revealing a certain eagerness and determination.

Florin's right hand trembled as he reached out to Harry, and his fingers seemed to be holding a small object, which was slightly glowing.

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