"Fire dragon?"
Harry didn't expect that he could actually see a fire dragon in downtown London—oh! 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 watch the fierce wind soar in the sky, I am afraid that 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 the fire dragon, the more people feel that it is a delusion.
"It's the Norwegian Ridgeback...ah, there's really 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 was about to land, it had already flapped its wings several times in advance to slow down. But in fact, when landing, the 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?"
"Yes, it's me," Charlie on the dragon's back greeted, "Come up quickly! I know you must have a lot to ask, but not now - where are the child's parents?"
"I heard that he went out and didn't come back."
Harry replied, and Bill next to him walked behind him and lifted 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 timid boy, "Isn't it possible? Is there such a-"
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 being gently placed on the dragon's back by Charlie, he finally said something cautiously.
"Who is Claire?"
While Charlie was talking to little Robin gently, he waved his hand to Harry, motioning for him to come up quickly. Harry responded immediately, stretched out his hand for Charlie to give him a tug, and climbed up lightly stepping on the armor thorns on the fire dragon's body.
"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 then 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's 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 - like broomsticks, hippogriffs, and Maca's Silver Eagle Patronus.
There is no doubt that he really likes the feeling of flying in the air, which will make 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 is not as comfortable as controlling a flying broomstick, the feeling of letting a giant beast carry you soaring is really addictive!
By the way, what's more worth mentioning is that - according to Charlie, this fire dragon is actually Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback dragon that Hagrid hatched in the fireplace
Oh no, now its name has been changed to "Norbetta" - after all, Charlie has confirmed the gender of this "little guy", which is a female Ridgeback.
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, did you just say that 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, "What you should know is that the Quidditch Museum in the northwest is not very eye-catching, and there is a large underground exhibition hall below. Although the place is remote, It’s a little too big, but it’s also very suitable for use as a refuge. So Bill and I discussed it and decided to make it the third refuge camp in London!”
"Oh, that's really good!" Harry said immediately, "We also accept Muggles, right?"
"Of course!"
Norberta flies 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 before they felt Norberta suddenly lower her 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, I would have been 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 Norbert flapped its wings and slowed down, with a heavy landing, 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 we can stay here..." Charlie said, "Although we I also found a few wizards I found on the road to guard this refuge, and there are also two dark wizard strikers... But I feel that it is still a little bit not enough."
"This... I'm afraid that won't work," Harry rolled over and climbed off Norbert, 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 and nodded, "I have only seen it a few times in the principal's office at Hogwarts before. !”
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 alone in a short 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 good, it is still a Muggle restaurant operating normally. The shop is run by a squib couple, who obviously prefer the company of Muggles to life in the wizarding world.
But after all, the couple were both from the wizarding world, and the husband's grandfather was the curator 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 several 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 opened the front door along the street with the unlocking spell, 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 more knowledge before many students. Magic-related things.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his wand and scratched the warehouse door, then opened the door. Suddenly, a layer of silver ripples was seen behind the opened warehouse door, and the real appearance of the warehouse could not be seen at all.
"Look, if there is no magic, this is just an ordinary warehouse." Harry said, gently pushing Little 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 reach out and touch it with a curious look on his face. After finding that he didn't touch anything, he stepped into the screen in surprise. Harry paused for a moment, then followed him 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. 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 certainly don’t understand the rules of Quidditch, there are many flying broomsticks in Muggle storybooks—they all know that wizards usually ride these broomsticks!
Well, even if it looks different from what they imagined