Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 651 London Has Fallen: The Leaky Cauldron ([-])

what--

Harry let out a long breath.

After a hard struggle, Harry managed to force Voldemort's thoughts out of his head.

"Harry?" Cedric Diggory's worried voice rang in Harry's ear.

Harry looked up, and the rest of the extreme warriors present looked at him with fearful eyes.

No one speaks!

"Just now, the scar on your forehead seemed to be split open... glowing red, like a living eyeball!"

Cedric explained the question in Harry's mind at this moment.

He then asked cautiously, "Then...what's going on?"

After taking a few breaths, Harry decided to tell the truth, "It's...it's an attack by a mysterious person..."

When Harry was about to say the name Voldemort, he suddenly remembered the advice of McGuffin and Hermione,

They all said that the name had some kind of magical power, which would make Voldemort aware of the specific location of the person who said it.

They were in the situation they were in now... especially after the attack he had just been through, Harry figured he'd better pay attention.

"I knew it... I knew it..."

Donald looked at Harry with a sullen expression, and he was striding back and forth on the roof.

Then they directly dragged Nasser and Mobutu away from the roof on the flying carpet of the cloak.

Before leaving, he threatened Harry viciously, "I don't care who you are... In short, don't come to the British Ministry of Magic within half an hour... It's best to come back after we leave..."

After speaking, he directly pulled the two of them and flew away.

But a question popped up in Harry's mind at this moment,
—Do these guys really know where the British Ministry of Magic is located in London?
Although the other warriors were not as obvious as Donald Eastfork, Harry could clearly see a trace of fear in their eyes because of what had just happened.

"Let's... let's go separately!" Harry suggested with some frustration.

Furong, Camilla and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and they also left directly in the direction of Donald Eastfork.

And the few remaining,
Chiko Morita's gaze has been chasing Chen Xiaolong's existence fanatically and persistently. Obviously, she still firmly believes in the divination result, and wants to follow this Chinese wizard to find the so-called "Shen Yin".

As for Chen Xiaolong, Krum and the rest did not leave here.

They stared in the direction of Donald and the others who left, and Chen Xiaolong laughed and said, "These idiots, do they really think that they can find the British Ministry of Magic in this city that has changed so much?"

"Okay, Mr. Potter, I don't care what happened just now... The most important thing for us now is to leave this city as soon as possible..."

"I guess with our strength, we want to leave this Muggle city that has become a magical secret place...it is definitely impossible. Now we can only find the place where most wizards gather...or we can have some chances!"

"Do you know any place where wizards gather in this city?" Chen Xiaolong asked.

"Diagon Alley!"

"The Leaky Cauldron!"

Harry and Cedric looked at each other and directly gave two similar answers.

……

The Leaky Cauldron was almost packed.

Tom, the hunchbacked, toothless boss was behind the bar, wiping the glasses, looking at the crowds in his bar hall, with an expression of excitement and worry on his face.

After passing the magic test at the door and entering the Leaky Cauldron,

Harry and the others never expected such a situation.

At first, a few people thought they would see a deserted bar, or some more terrifying sight...

But this is actually understandable.

This scene is an unexpected, reasonable performance,
After all, the whole of London has become like this. People must find a place to gather together. Although most of the living corpses do not pose too much danger to wizards... But this kind of change, which has never happened for thousands of years, also makes all wizards in London feel extremely frightened.

They gathered together instinctively, wanting to exchange some latest information to help them escape from here.

It's no different from Harry and the others.

"sorry sir!"

"Excuse me sir, please step aside..."

Harry and the others struggled to squeeze through the crowd, trying to get through here.

The whispers of the crowd kept ringing in their ears.

"Harry! You're here too... It seems that the Floo powder channel connected to your house has also been blocked... Is it?"

"That's right, not only [Apparition] doesn't work, I heard even the Portkey doesn't work..."

"Is anyone really leaving here..." Someone in the crowd panicked and shouted hysterically.

"Stan Sampak... why are you here! Could it be..."

"That's right, the Magic Knight public bus is also out of service, and we can't leave here at all... The borders of the entire city are disturbed by something... As long as you go out, you will fall into some kind of spell... There is a white mist in the east... There is a black rain in the west, and the road that extends past... Between these two scenes, it is almost endless... We are still coming back in the end..."

"Really? Ernie..."

"Not only that, the zombie monsters transformed by the Muggles in the whole of London...continue to grow rapidly and mutate...and along the way we saw that some zombie monsters can already use magic power and drive some simple magic..."

Said a shriveled old man who was about to fall asleep with half-closed eyes.

"No, no, I don't believe... How can those Muggle-turned monsters use noble magic power..."

"Damn Fudge, what are they doing with the incompetent Ministry of Magic?!"

By this time, the people here were still arguing about these things, but in the end, everyone pointed the finger at the British Ministry of Magic who was not here.

Everyone cursed in disgust.

Among them, Stan Sampak scolded vigorously.

But when Harry heard the familiar name and voice, he hastily pulled his hood down again, he was afraid that the big mouth of Stan Sampak would call out his name directly.

Expose the news that Harry Potter is here in front of so many wizards.

— who knows if there are other Death Eaters here, or Voldemort's eyes and ears.

In such a short distance from the bar hall, Harry and the others felt like they had walked a marathon. It took time and effort, and they were so tired that they could hardly move their legs.

In the end, I still don’t know which guy mentioned it. It’s very likely that all of this was made by a mysterious person...

This sentence froze the noisy atmosphere in the bar.

Almost no one made a sound.

Even a fart sounded like it hit the ground.

People avoided each other's sight one after another, keeping a distance as much as possible.

It was precisely because of this that Harry and the others barely squeezed out of the hotel and came to the small backyard.

However, here...Harry was surprised to find that in front of the magic wall made of old red bricks, there were actually two tall monsters standing,
They wear ridiculous green hoods and yellow waistcoats... and carry huge wooden batons in their hands.

Below them sat a goblin guard in a gold-rimmed red robe at a small table.

(End of this chapter)