Chapter 1527

"Well, that's all right... The refuge of the wizard side is in Calais, France, opposite the Dover Strait. There are family wizards in brova fort on the other side of the port. Please move the phantom first! I'll take your father with a broomstick in an hour at most."

The deformation and vibration in the process of using the phantom development mantra will obviously have a great burden on people in poor physical condition, which is the same even if they hide in the space superimposed by the traceless extension mantra.

Hermione said to each other as she fastened the pull rope of her handbag:

"When I get to the port of Calais, it should be completely dark, and there are still a lot of things to do here... Let's go! We can't delay any more."

Seeing that she had finished, she hung her Beaded Handbag on her body, then picked up the broom and walked to the window. The grateful wizard suddenly hesitated, and then finally couldn't help saying:

"Wait! Miss Granger... I think there's one more thing to tell you."

"What's up?"

When Hermione heard the speech, her hand, which had just opened the curtain, immediately gave a meal.

"Actually... Gary came to me just now." the other party hesitated behind her.

"Gary?"

"It's my big nephew - you've seen it before."

After he said this, Hermione immediately understood.

Yes, what the other party said should be the boy who has always been hostile to them. Originally, the guy's name was "Gary".

Just

"Didn't he have been sent to avoid difficulties with his family? It was because he was worried about Grandpa, so he ran back secretly?"

"It should be so," the wizard nodded. "The child came and visited his grandpa again, and then left again... However, although he only said he was looking at his grandpa, I found out later that he secretly took his grandpa's wand away."

"Huh?"

Hermione frowned when she heard this.

"Shouldn't you have collected all your wands? I should have searched upstairs -"

"Miss Granger, don't get me wrong! I don't have the idea of hiding a magic wand!" the other party quickly shook his head and said, "his grandfather's magic wand has been damaged in the battle in London. Even if he can cast a magic spell, it has no power. Even if he is not careful, he may hurt himself..."

Speaking to Fang Zheng, Hermione suddenly remembered the previous report of Muggle Liaison Officer. So most of the wizard who fled West is Gary?

"Why didn't you say that earlier!"

"Because, Gary, he... I think the child probably wants to go to Haier Bo. He grew up listening to his grandfather's story and has always admired his grandfather locked up in Azkaban... After his grandfather came back, he also learned a lot of black magic with his grandfather."

"Does he want to ask halber to cure his grandfather?" Hermione thought and frowned again.

However, she soon saw each other and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"No, I think he wants to be a 'real' black wizard!" sighed the man who had also been addicted to black magic. "In fact, my brother and I were very afraid after my father returned from serious injury in the fog of London. We all have families, and that halbo... Is obviously completely different from what we imagined!"

"However, when my brother and I no longer want to be a black wizard, the seriously injured father not only didn't hate Haier Bo, who hurt him so badly, but also kept saying when he was unconscious in bed... That Haier Bo was a 'real black Wizard' and a 'black wizard greater than the dark demon king'."

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help pressing her hand on her Beaded Handbag - is the person who can say such words really worth her running back and forth?

"That is to say, your nephew Gary... Has the same idea as his grandfather?"

"At least I think so."

After nodding slightly, the other party looked at Hermione's hand pressed on her waist:

"Don't worry! Father, he won't live long anyway. Even if he can persist for a few more days, he can't cause any trouble to you! As for Gary's child... If he doesn't see the reality as soon as possible, even if he is caught back this time, he will end up with the same outcome as his grandfather sooner or later because of his extreme ideas!"

"But after all --"

Hermione probably wanted to say "he's still young after all", but on second thought, the boy named "Gary" is actually one or two years younger than her. At the thought of this, her words seemed to never come out again.

Yes, in today's disaster, everyone is already in a state of self-care. If you can't take responsibility for your actions and decisions, others will be unable to help him even if they want to.

When Hermione's mood was wandering, she saw the other party who was also silent suddenly say:

"Miss Granger, the pick-up is at the port of Calais, isn't it? I'll go there first... My father's transfer, please!"

Before the voice fell, he saw that the other party took the door key brought by Hermione, and then disappeared in situ with a burst of space.

"Forget it... Even his family said so. What reason do I have to mind my own business?"

Such thoughts passed through Hermione's mind. She seemed unwilling to waste more time. She immediately opened the window with a "crash", stepped on the broomstick and rushed out.

Half of the sun in the West has been covered by the mountain like fog, but the afterglow of the sunset is still very bright. Hermione looked more at the beautiful scene and was about to turn back and accelerate towards the Strait.

But she just turned around, but she suddenly turned back and flew straight to the fog in the West.

"The potion is abundant, and there are spare parts..." Hermione gently waved her fist in the air and whispered to herself, "Gary? It's not the first time I've seen a guy with brain problems like you... It's okay to be confused. I'll use my fist to wake you up!"

If Hermione has acted like a specious imitation of Marca in recent years, maybe today's decision is really her own idea.

It was like... Miss Hermione Granger who had always wanted to punch Malfoy in the face.

While Hermione was flying at top speed towards the setting sun, a figure was buried on the road between Faversham and Sittingbourne.

"... Marca... McLean."