Chapter 1187

"Oh... Is it silly baby Potter?"

When Harry found the figure of Pipi ghost in the library, he saw it move down several magic books on the shelves and stack them in the middle space to form a throne. In other places, more books were dumped everywhere, looking like a storm had just swept through.

The Pipi ghost himself sat on the back of the "throne" and looked a little depressed.

"Eh, Pipi ghost? What's the matter with you? I'm still, especially on the side of the standing wand. The long and narrow blue eyes make people feel a thrilling illusion just at a glance.

Although the carriage was still gliding in the air and did not slow down early, it was undoubtedly a guest to Hogwarts.

After all, there seems to be only Hogwarts Castle nearby.

So Harry hurried to the school gate as soon as he saw someone coming again.

A few minutes later, Harry hurried to the school gate and saw the moment when the carriage landed. Soon, two wizards he didn't know came down.

"Hello?" Harry said suspiciously across the school gate. "I'm sorry, it may be impolite to talk through the door. But I believe you both understand that now the situation makes us have to be more cautious... Well, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, yes, we can understand." I only heard the other party nodding slightly outside the iron fence. "So please let me introduce myself - I'm Norman Witt, Charlotte's father. I think you should know my daughter?"

"Ah! Miss Witt's father?" Harry stared in surprise, and then hurriedly said, "I'm sorry... Yes, of course I know. She has been the principal's assistant since graduation. But... Sir, if you're looking for her, I don't think she's in school now..."

"No, no," Norman shook his head immediately. "Although I really want to see Charlotte, this time, I'm not here for her."

At this point, he paused for a moment, and then went on:

"In fact, on behalf of our Witt family, I came to talk to Mr. McLean about some very important things... Well, don't you know he's in there?"

"Looking for Maka?"

Harry shook his head when he heard this:

"No, he's not here either - Sir, if you have anything you want to say to him, maybe I can tell him when he comes back?"

"No?" Norman frowned slightly and seemed worried. "Well, I'll wait here... Oh no, I think I'd better go straight to him! This classmate, do you know where he has gone now?"

As soon as he finished, he suddenly smiled at himself, shrugged and said:

"I'm a little silly... Where else can he go if he's not in London at this time? Classmate, I'm sorry to bother, I'll --"

"Oh, please wait a minute!"

Norman wanted to say goodbye to Harry, and then turned back to the carriage. But before he finished, Harry stopped each other and came closer to the door.

"Mr. Witt, what happened in London?"

Because Kingsley was rather evasive, Marca didn't have any relevant explanation in the message, so that Harry knew almost nothing about the outside situation.

At present, he has finally caught another living man. How can he resist asking?

But he did not expect that the middle-aged wizard who claimed to be Charlotte's father seemed to be more reluctant to elaborate on the situation in London than Kingsley.

"Well... It's just a strange thick fog," Norman smiled reluctantly. "Of course, the fog is strange and very dangerous. Classmate, it's good for you to stay in Hogwarts..."

Just then, he seemed to think of some situations in the black market, and suddenly turned to say:

"Oh, although you may be worried about your friends, remember not to go there anyway. Well, we have to go now!"

With that said, Norman, together with the old steward who had never spoken, boarded the carriage again and left with the roaring wind under the traction of the flying horse.

Harry looked at the carriage that came and went in a hurry and couldn't help standing still for a moment.

"Worried about friends?"

Norman walked so fast that he couldn't keep asking questions. But as soon as he heard the word "friend", Harry immediately thought of Ron and Hermione, so he followed him and thought of his favorite Ginny.

"They..." Harry thought and soon shook his head again. "No, they can't be in London. Haven't everyone gone to the 'study tour'?"

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At the moment when Harry was a little hesitant and worried about the whereabouts of Hermione and others, he didn't know that Hermione and the four of them really had a lot of trouble.

In a street in London's underground black market, Hermione and others who ran away again and again were finally driven into a dead end by those wizards who were more familiar with the terrain.

Looking at the men and women wizards pressing towards them step by step, Ron couldn't help shouting and asked:

"Who the hell are you? Why are you chasing us?"

In fact, in the previous fierce flight, Hermione and them also found something wrong. Because although they did not know how many people came down from the carriage at that time, they were obviously much less than the wizards who surrounded them now.

Looking at the nearly ten adult wizards approaching here, all four of them were holding magic wands in their right hands and clenching the slate in their left hands.

In Ron's questioning voice, none of the other wizards spoke. They just looked here coldly and kept approaching without saying a word, and all the magic wands pointed in the direction of the four of them.

Soon Hermione knew they had no way out, because her back was already against the cold wall at the end of the roadway.

Obviously, they can't stand such a stalemate anymore.

"Protection."

Suddenly, Hermione lowered her voice and said something to her three friends. At that moment, the other three who had already been psychologically prepared immediately cooperated with her, raised the slate in her left hand and stood in a fixed position.

They have practiced this cooperation many times. Although it is not Hermione's latest magic combination, it is better to be familiar with it.

At the next moment, they saw that the magic text marks on the four stone plates in their hands suddenly lit up a faint blue light, and an invisible magic barrier immediately supported around the four people.

Then Hermione said again:

"Attack!"