Chapter 1264

"Fire dragon?"

Harry didn't expect to see a fire dragon in downtown London - Oh! If you put it on weekdays, it will cause enough damage to cause a big commotion.

But in the past two days, the disaster suffered by the city has been big enough that Muggles may not even be visible in the streets.

Just as Harry pulled little robin to speed up his steps and quickly threw him into the open space where Bill was located, he found that the fire dragon that had just flown over suddenly spun and fell directly at Bill.

"Hey, be careful!"

"Don't worry," bill waved to Harry immediately. "Come on! It's okay - that's Charlie!"

"What?"

Seriously, although many people dream of riding a fire dragon and staring at the strong wind to fly in the sky, I'm afraid no one has ever thought that one day, someone can tame a fierce and arrogant fire dragon.

Yes, the deeper you know about fire dragons, the more people feel that it is a delusion.

"It's a Norwegian back Dragon... Ah, there's really someone on the dragon's back!"

Harry thought, dragging the boy to run quickly.

"Bang -"

It can be seen that although the fire dragon had slapped its wings several times in advance to slow down before it landed. But in fact, when landing, the huge body still crushed a broken wall heavily.

In fact, the body of Norwegian backbone dragon is not large. The reason why they make people feel that they are comparable to Hungarian tree bees is that their giant wings are really not generally large.

It can be imagined that if the Ukrainian iron belly with an average weight of more than six tons landed here with their most usual "land smashing method"... The scene must be even more amazing!

"Don't move."

As soon as Harry saw it, he quickly pulled little robin behind him, waved his wand, quickly cast an obstacle spell in front of him, and blocked several flying stones.

Then he looked at the figure on the neck of the Norwegian back dragon and said in surprise:

"Charlie! Is it really you?"

"Yes, it's me," said Charlie on the dragon's back. "Come on up! I know you must have a lot to ask, but not now - what about the child's parents?"

"It's said that he went out but didn't return."

Harry replied, while bill next to him went behind him and raised little robin with wide eyes.

"Only the children are left at home?" Charlie smiled at little robin and tried to bend down and pick up the timid boy. "Can't it? There's this --"

Although I haven't finished speaking, what Cha ideal has said is obvious - is there really a parent who leaves his child at home alone?

Of course, not to mention whether there are such wicked parents, at least little robin's parents don't seem to be like that.

"... and Claire."

After Charlie gently put it on the dragon's back in front of him, he finally said it carefully.

"Who is Claire?"

As Charlie spoke gently to little robin, he waved to Harry and signaled him to come up too. Harry immediately answered, reached out for Charlie to pull, and climbed up on the nail thorn of the fire dragon.

"It's his nanny who ran away." he answered the question for little robin.

"Oh, that's really... The wrong person."

Charlie shook his head when he heard the speech, and turned to let them sit still. He was about to tell the fire dragon under him to take off.

"Charlie, and bill?"

"He stayed below to search and rescue." as he said, Charlie patted the fire dragon on the neck and shouted, "norbeta, let's go! Let's go back to the museum first!"

"Norbeta?"

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Speaking of it, Harry seems to have ridden a lot of things that can fly - like broomsticks, winged eagles, and Marca's Silver Eagle patron saint.

There is no doubt that he likes to tell the feeling of flying in the air, which will make him feel the charm of freedom.

But obviously, he hasn't ridden a fire dragon before!

Well, I did.

Now, he finally realized the taste of riding on the fire dragon and flying high against the strong wind. Although this is not as comfortable as driving a broomstick, it's really tempting to let a giant beast fly with itself!

By the way, what's more worth mentioning - according to Charlie, this fire dragon is actually Norbert, a Norwegian backbone dragon hatched by Hagrid in the fireplace?

Oh, no, now its name has been changed to "norbeta" - after all, Charlie has confirmed the gender of the "little guy", which is a female chirosaurus.

At first, they secretly let Charlie take the little guy to the Romanian dragon farm. It grew so big in just a few years. Now they can fly over London with them.

Harry could not help feeling more at the thought of this fate.

"Charlie, did you say we were going to the museum?" Harry shouted at the top of his voice in the oncoming wind.

"That's right," Charlie nodded and shouted, "what you should know is the Quidditch Museum in the Northwest - it's not very impressive, and there's a large underground exhibition hall below it. Although it's a little off the side, it's also suitable for a refuge. So Bill and I discussed it and decided to make it the third refuge camp in London!"

"Oh, that's great!" said Harry immediately. "Muggles, too, don't you?"

"Of course!"

Norbeta flew very fast, even exceeding the speed of fire crossbow when sprinting at full speed. After a few words, they felt that norbeta suddenly pressed down and dived straight to the ground.

"Cool!"

If today's London were not full of fog, I believe that although this flight was short, we would be able to see a beautiful urban landscape.

But even so, Harry felt very happy.

But little robin, sitting in Charlie's arms, was startled by the sudden accelerated dive and hurriedly closed his eyes.

After waiting, norbeta flapped her wings and slowed down. Accompanied by a heavy landing sound, she finally stopped in the middle of the street below.

"Harry, I have to go back to bill now, so I won't go in with you. You see! If possible, see if I can stay here..." Charlie said. "Although we have found some wizards on the road to guard the refuge, and there are two black wizard batters... I still don't think it's enough."

"Well... I'm afraid not," said Harry, climbing down from norbeta and reaching for little robin. "I have to use Gryffindor's sword in the most suitable place - you know, there are some black eyed wizards who can manipulate strange substances in the city, and ordinary magic can't work for them."

"Oh, it's really Gryffindor's sword..." Charlie looked at Harry's sword, which was always in his hand, nodded. "I've only seen it in Hogwarts's principal's room a few times before!"

After saying this, he realized again:

"Well, I'd better wait for you here! After you come out in a minute, we can act together! Don't worry, bill will be fine alone in a short time - he's better than you think!"

"OK, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Harry said goodbye to Charlie for a while, took little robin's hand and walked quickly across the street to the old restaurant by the side of the road.

At ordinary times, although the business here is poor, it is also a normal Muggle restaurant. This shop is run by a squib couple who obviously prefer to be with Muggles than in the magic world.

But after all, the couple were always born in the magic world, and the husband's grandfather was the curator of the Quidditch Museum. Therefore, the entrance of the museum has always been located in the backyard of their restaurant.

In fact, Harry had come here several times before school, and even went to the restaurant in front of him for lunch. This time, he was familiar.

Unfortunately, due to the disaster in London in the past two days, the restaurant obviously had to be closed temporarily.

"I just hope this gray London can clear up as soon as possible!"

Instead of going through the back door commonly used by wizards, Harry directly opened the front door along the street with a lock spell, and took little robin through the restaurant to the backyard.

You can see that there is almost nothing in the backyard, just a small storage warehouse.

"Robin, you'll probably become a little wizard by September," Harry patted little robin on the shoulder. "But I think you'll see more about magic than many students."

As he spoke, he stretched out his wand and scratched on the warehouse door. Then he opened the door. Suddenly, I saw a layer of silver ripples behind the opened warehouse door, and I couldn't see the real appearance in the warehouse.

"Look, if you don't use magic spells, it's just an ordinary warehouse," said Harry, gently pushing little robin's back. "Go in! To tell the truth, this is my favorite place to go except school and court!"

Seeing little robin with a curious face, he touched his hand and found that he didn't touch anything before he stepped into the screen in surprise. Harry paused a little and followed him in.

As soon as he entered the familiar Museum, Harry found that there were not only underground exhibition halls, but also many people gathering in the hall above.

In addition to several wizards in charge of guarding, many Muggles are also here. They are all looking at the introduction text around a large circle of Exhibition cabinets around the hall.

Although Muggles certainly don't understand Quidditch rules, there are many flying brooms in Muggle story books after all - they all know that wizards usually ride them!

Well, even if it looks different from what they think?