Chapter 1277

It can be said that Thomas didn't think he would be a special person from small to large.

He was born in an ordinary wizard family. His father was a small sales manager of liken bookstore in Diagon lane, and his mother was a writer of a little-known witch clothing magazine.

He himself, after graduating from Hufflepuff college in Hogwarts, has been working as his breeder at the owl post office in Diagon lane.

Over the years, my father has long retired from Licheng bookstore, and he also has an ordinary wife like him and a couple of more or less lovely children.

So, in fact, he thought more than once that he would spend his whole life without success. Like parents, watching their children grow up slowly, and then living an ordinary life like honey wine mixed with water like their useless father.

Yes, just like honey wine mixed with water, although it is tasteless in the mouth, it can barely smell a little sweet fragrance afterwards.

Of course, if you drink too much, you will get drunk and stay in a muddle until you fall asleep.

"Maybe this is Hufflepuff?"

Thomas doesn't know whether to blame his mediocre life on the branch hat, but he does occasionally use this excuse to comfort himself... Especially when he encounters some disappointments in his daily life or work.

However, when Thomas found that there was a hutch patch beyond his common sense, which repeatedly appeared in every corner of his life. He knew that he would never say that again.

Yes, there are also people with extraordinary achievements among Hufflepuff. Even without mentioning that McClane, there have been many celebrities of Hufflepuff origin in the world.

It's just that he... Or, it's just that many people subconsciously ignore them because of their common low-key character.

Yes, mediocre, just this self who doesn't know what effort is.

So, just when Voldemort and greenward both died in the Hogwarts vestibule and the whole magic world returned to calm, Thomas ordered a personal correspondence course on the protection of magical biology and planned to fight again.

At Hogwarts, he did well in most subjects, but his talent in this course was good. If you can take a serious examination of a senior breeder's certificate, you may get a better job than raising owls.

ok He knew that his ambition was mostly just a little bit - that's all, he just decided reluctantly by biting his teeth!

But who knows that the world is unpredictable, Haier Bo's present life just destroyed his already boring life.

One turmoil after another led to the closure of the feather pen shop where his wife worked as a salesperson; All kinds of unknown dangers also made him have no intention to study and work.

However, the trouble is obviously more than that.

When the fog disaster came unexpectedly in London, he and his colleagues who were working in Diagon lane were dumbfounded.

At that time, there was no Auror to garrison Diagon Alley, but the attacks of unknown black wizards came first. Seeing that some of his colleagues tried to escape home, he subconsciously ran away when he thought of his wife and children at home.

But obviously, it was undoubtedly an extremely wrong decision - on the way, his colleagues were hit by the dazzling green light one by one, and fear lingered in his heart.

But should he be said to be lucky? Or bad luck?

Unconsciously, he found that he had become one of the few people who escaped from Diagon lane, but he also got lost because of his head running and the increasingly thick fog around him.

There is no doubt that few wizards in the magic world will often walk around Muggle cities, and of course he won't. London is not a very familiar place for him.

Since then, Thomas has been hiding in the streets of London, and several times he was almost discovered by black wizards who suddenly became crazy.

Fortunately, I don't know if it's because of too much bad luck, he can't even see the world. He dodged quite breathtaking several times in a row.

It's a pity that he hasn't drunk that extremely expensive tonic. Good luck will run out sooner or later - well, at least Thomas thinks so.

"... peace and security."

At a corner of an alley, Thomas shrank between the big flip dustbin and the brick wall, carefully casting the only protective spell he could use.

Magic incantation and defense against the dark arts were never his strong points. Almost every final exam in that year, the evaluation was only above the pass line.

But now, he had to hide here and hold on with this protective spell.

Because he found that a very terrible looking crazy wizard had entered the alley, and at the other end of the corner, it was a dead end!

Is he still dying? Oh, no, he doesn't want to die at all... Although he was lucky to live in hiding until now, it was the result of his luck.

But he really doesn't want to die. There are still a wife and a pair of children at home. He must not leave his mother and son and die like this.

However, his worthless life seems to no longer belong to him.

"Da... Da... Da..."

It may be because the eyes are full of fog. The messy and procrastinating footsteps seem so clear. Before the man came to him, the chilling atmosphere had come to him, as if freezing the air around him.

A sense of suffocation made Thomas want to gasp, but he held back for fear of being easily detected by the other party.

Perhaps because he had been holding his breath for too long, he felt dizzy in his head, and the scene in the alley became more and more difficult to see.

At this time, one foot suddenly stepped out of the fog in front... And then there was the other leg, half of the body, and a trance gloomy face.

The guy's throat seemed to be stuck with phlegm, "Ho Ho," and he walked around the corner where Thomas was.

Thomas knows each other. Two colleagues were killed by this guy before!

Because the second colleague tried his best to cast a crushing spell on the guy's waist before he died, the other person's waist is still a blur of flesh and blood, so Thomas remembers it very clearly.

However, the injury on the other side not only didn't make Thomas feel the opportunity, but also made his fear worse.

Because somehow, these crazy wizards seemed to have completely lost their pain and didn't care about the serious wound at all.

These guys are completely crazy.

"Don't find... Don't find me here... Don't... Just walk over! I beg you..."

Thomas didn't know what to do. He could only pray in his heart, although he didn't even know who to pray to.

No way. Witches don't believe in God and Buddha, do they?

Maybe it was because he couldn't even find a prayer object, and his helpless expectation didn't come true. When the crazy wizard shuffled to this side and stopped in front of him, Thomas's mind suddenly became a blank.

But for some reason, he raised his wand.

"Except you... Weapons."

This is the disarm spell. I learned it in school in the past. It is a basic defense against the dark arts spell.

I remember when he and his classmates formed a team to practice in class, he couldn't even complete the magic spell. Every time, he would only be taken away by others in an instant.

So when Thomas realized that he had cast this spell as his last resistance, there was only a flash of self mockery in his empty mind.

But

"Stab - bang!"

A dazzling red arc of light, like lightning, popped from the tip of his wand and hit the crazy wizard in the blink of an eye.

Then Thomas saw that the arc of light suddenly pushed the other party out against his body and fell back into the misty fog.

When the other party's wand rolled to his feet, he raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

"Hiss... It hurts!"

What happened just now? Is that a disarm spell? Did he cast the disarm spell himself?

You're kidding!

Even though he was not good at spell learning at all, Thomas actually studied at Hogwarts for seven years. He clearly remembers that the disarming spell with the same intensity as that just now was seen only when the professor demonstrated!

Thomas looked down at his hands and the slightly curved rustic wand that had been with him for many years. His mouth was half open and he couldn't speak at all.

"... damn it."

But it was at this time that a burst of news suddenly sounded in the fog in the roadway ahead, reminding him that now was not a time for foolishness.

Fortunately, because I was just in the corner, and the crazy wizard stood in front of me. So with his disarming spell, he skillfully flew the other party to the direction leading to death.

At present, the road when the other party came is obviously unimpeded.

"Escape!"

Just then, a surprisingly powerful disarming spell was attributed by Thomas to the accidental outbreak between life and death. Needless to say, he didn't think he could do it again.

Therefore, the best choice now is to run away before the other party comes.

However, just as Thomas got up in a hurry and was about to run, his right foot stopped for no reason.