Love and reason or the former has the upper hand.
Angelina just hesitated for a while, then took them out of the lounge and walked towards the lounge of the Quidditch training ground.
There is the latest broom - Nimbus 2002.
Harry turned his head upstairs and went back to get his Firebolt.
About ten minutes passed.
The last group met at the Quidditch pitch.
Luna held up a brand new streamlined broomstick and looked at it carefully.
"It's cold."
Hermione stood on the grass, shivered uncontrollably, and muttered something.
She looked at her companions around through the deep mist, and found that they were all hugging her arms, trembling.
"Is it so cold in the morning?" Ron complained.
Their heads were groggy, and they felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.
I am no longer optimistic about the future, maybe I will not be able to come back after this trip.
"Call God's Guardian!" Hermione immediately summoned her Patronus, and the silver-white owl flew around her, and she immediately felt the heavy weight on her heart be lifted.
Luna raised her head, her gray eyes were looking at the sky above the Quidditch pitch intently, as if there was something there.
Then she closed her eyes, feeling dizzy.
They fight back the discomfort.
At this time, the sky not far away had just turned pale, and they were going to set off from here to fly over the Forbidden Forest to avoid people's eyes and ears.
"I choose to believe you now." Angelina said to her boyfriend word by word.
"Thanks."
Fred and Angelina hugged.
"Come back intact." She took the initiative to kiss Fred on the cheek.
"Of course." Fred narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Harry gripped his Firebolt. It had been a long time since he'd used a broomstick, and he felt the Firebolt in his hand excited as well.
It is rare to see the light again from the dark under the bed.
Several people stepped on their respective broomsticks and set off.
They have already wasted a lot of time.
The broom began to rise, and they were getting higher and higher, and faster and faster.
The discomfort disappeared quickly after they left the court.
They flew over the grounds of Hogwarts and passed over the Forbidden Forest. The towering and twisted branches and the birds fluttering from time to time looked weird and eerie.
The cold air slapped their cheeks, and the oncoming wind scratched their faces like sharp knives.
Several people lined up consciously.
According to Fred and George, this reduces their physical exertion.
Maybe it's the credit of learning a little Muggle physics.
The Hogwarts castle below him gradually shrank until looking back, it turned into a black spot.
They crossed the rolling mountain peaks, flew one village after another, at this time the genius was shining, and then the road built by Muggles, a lonely car speeding through small towns along the winding mountain road on the way home mound.
They shuttled among the clouds.
Luna even closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she let go of the hands she was holding, shaking them rhythmically.
"Is this what it's like to fly high in the sky? It's funny," she said to herself.
Compared with their current height, the first-year flying lessons and Quidditch competitions are a completely different experience.
The howling wind covered up her lithe voice.
But Hermione, who was closely behind her, still felt her excitement.
Those who don't know may think that she is going on a trip.
She saw the girl in front of her wobbling on the broom.
By the way, I'm very worried about Luna's safety.
Then Luna made another very bold move.
She changed her flying posture in mid-air, slowly pressed down the front end of the broomstick, raised her slender right leg carefully and slowly, keeping her body tilted to the right, slowly bypassed the broomstick, and finally slammed Closed together, and then the legs were tightly side by side, and turned into a posture of sitting on the broom.
Hold the middle of the broom firmly with both hands.
The long golden-gray hair danced with the oncoming air, looking extremely unrestrained.
Hermione herself suspected that she was watching an aerial acrobatics.
When the force of the wind made her doubt that she would return to the ground, perhaps her curly hair was straightened and she became cautious.
But Luna didn't care.
This girl can really do amazing things at any time.
The girl was still humming some strange tunes.
There is an essential difference between high-altitude flying and low-altitude Quidditch matches.
And Hermione rarely participated in such activities, except for flying lessons.
So Hermione crouched down, holding the top of the broom very firmly, and followed them in a regular manner.
The sky gradually brightened up, and the light blue sky was covered with a layer of pink paint, and the golden-red brilliance overflowed faintly from below.
The light was getting brighter and brighter, and they had to slow down their speed. When the sky was still dark before, they even used rope spells to tie their magic wands to the front of the broomsticks, and then used fluorescent flashes as lighting.
But now, the glare came back to affect them, and the harsh sunlight began to sting their glasses.
I don't know how long it took to fly. When the sun was about to hang directly above their heads, they saw a large area of buildings. This is a modern city composed of steel jungles and high-rise buildings.
Muggle cars shuttled through the city, and the streets were full of tourists.
The light blue large glass on the upper floor of the tall office building reflects the sun's brilliance.
They began to slow down, descend, and finally came to a stop on the roof of a Muggle company near their destination.
There was no one here, the cement paved ground was solid and hard, only a few pigeons stood on the rusty railing, looking at the group of wizards who came from afar.
Probably an abandoned building.
The elevator that stops on the top floor is broken.
George and Fred lingered on the upper floor for a while, pointed to the unopened iron door and asked, "What is this?" Then they pressed the down button.
no response.
The empty company, of course, cut off the electricity.
"That's called an elevator." Hermione replied quickly, and then walked all the way down the walking ladder.
"Alahoo!" A group of people ran all the way to the gate, and Hermione decisively used the magic spell to open the tightly locked glass door.
"Where should we go now?" Luna asked politely and with interest, which sounded more like an interesting day trip.
Hermione conjured up a nearby map out of nowhere, spread it out in her hand, glanced at it, and then recalled her knowledge reserve.
"We're going to find a phone booth, it's near here," said Hermione quickly.
Then he pointed to the southeast direction.
"It's over there, you have to cross a block." After she finished speaking, she started to walk over there, and the others followed closely.
The Ministry of Magic, in the heart of London.
A group of people started running along the street, but Luna occasionally looked around, and her peripheral vision still stayed on the strange graffiti on the nearby walls from time to time.
It seems that those wild ideas are very suitable for her appetite.
Five minutes later.
A dilapidated telephone booth appeared in front of their eyes.