Chapter 1186 Charlotte's Father

"Oh... silly baby Potter?"

When Harry found Peeves in the library, he saw that it had removed the magic books from several shelves and piled them up in the open space in the middle to form a throne. Elsewhere, more books were thrown around, as if a storm had just blown by.

And Peeves himself, sitting on the back of the "throne" chair, looked a little depressed.

"Uh, Peeves? What's the matter with you? This is the first time I've seen you looking so listless?"

To be honest, there weren't many people in school who liked Peeves - Fred and George were two. And this is precisely because Peeves' pranks are so frequent that it is annoying, and sometimes dangerous.

At Hogwarts, Peeves is the perfect blend of humor and malice, representing an indestructible spirit of chaos. It was born from the pressure of the teachers and students of the past generations, and it exists with this magic school.

However, even it, which seems to have unlimited energy forever and wants to harass everyone it sees, obviously has weaknesses. One is that it is afraid of Baron, the ghost of Slytherin; the other is that it has always been in awe of Dumbledore back then.

Oh, OK! Now with the name of Maca, maybe it can be bluffed as well.

But now, Harry felt that he seemed to have found Peeves' real weakness.

"Listening? Peeves?"

Peeves, who was sitting high on the top of the pile of books, glanced at Harry, and said weakly:

"Maybe! Because you see, if I made the library like this, no one would jump their feet because of it... It would be a humiliation to Peeves!"

"Well, do you feel a little lonely?" Harry looked at the messy library and shook his head helplessly, "If that's the case, then why don't you go out with everyone... …Um, study tour?”

"Speaking lightly!" Peeves stretched lazily and yawned, "Peeves won't leave here... Of course, there is no way to leave here. Otherwise, you think that Peeves Why don't ghosts go outside the school to tease more idiots?"

Speaking of this, it seemed to feel even more bored, and suddenly picked up the magic books one by one, and threw them towards Harry with left and right bows.

"Don't run! Silly Potter,

Stand up straight and let Peeves take a good hit! Ha ha ha ha--"

Seeing Harry running away with his head in his arms, Peeves laughed loudly as if he had found some fun again. But after smashing Harry out of the library, it sat back on the back of its "throne" chair with a slumped face, and continued to be dazed with its chin in its hands.

"Hey, just a Potter...no fun."

"Oh, I thought even Peeves would not be so boring as long as there is a 'human-like person' by his side. But now it seems that Peeves really can't be counted in it. .”

That is, when Harry left the library bored, and was walking downstairs while rubbing the back of his head, which was smashed by the magic book, he suddenly saw a flying towards this side from a distance at the window. shadow.

"Is someone coming again?" Harry hurried to the window, leaning on the window sill to look into the air, "What is that... oh, it's a carriage?"

Yes, it was at this moment that a carriage was approaching at high speed from far to near in the sky. Pulling the cart are two strong flying horses, which are quite fast as they spread their wings and glide on the wind.

And as the carriage got closer and closer, Harry even saw a coat of arms on the black carriage—the gold pattern on a black background, printed with a mysterious pattern of hexagrams, goat horns and wands, which he had never seen before. of.

Especially on the side of the upright wand, the elongated blue eyes give people a thrilling illusion just by glancing at them.

Although the carriage was still gliding in the air and didn't slow down and fall early, it was undoubtedly a guest visiting Hogwarts.

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

Therefore, as soon as Harry saw someone coming again, he quickly quickened his pace and hurried to the school gate.

A few minutes later, Harry, who came quickly to the school gate, happened to see the moment the carriage landed. And soon, two wizards he didn't know got off the car.

"Hello?" Harry asked with some doubts through the school gate, "I'm sorry, it might be impolite to talk through the door. But I believe you both understand that the current situation makes us have to be more cautious... Well, may I ask you Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, yes, we can understand." The other party nodded slightly outside the iron fence door and said, "So please let me introduce myself-I am Norman Witter, and I am Charlotte's father , I think you should know my daughter?"

"Ah! Miss Witt's father?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise when he heard that, and then he said hastily, "I'm sorry... yes, of course I know her, she has been working as the principal's assistant since she graduated. But... sir, if you're looking for her, I don't think she's at school right now..."

"No, no," Norman shook his head immediately after hearing the words, "Although I really want to see Charlotte, but this time, I didn't come for her."

Having said that, he paused for a while, and then continued:

"Actually, on behalf of our Witte family, I came to talk to Mr. McLean about some very important matters... Well, I don't know if he is inside?"

"Looking for Maca?"

When Harry heard it, he immediately shook his head:

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

"Not here?" Norman couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard this, as if he was a little anxious, "Well, then I'll wait here... Oh no, I think I'd better go find him directly! This classmate, you know him Where did you go now?"

Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed at himself, then shrugged and said:

"I'm a little stupid... If he's not in London at this time, where else can he go? Classmate, sorry to bother you, I'm just—"

"Oh, please wait a moment!"

Norman just wanted to say goodbye to Harry, and then turned back to the carriage. But before he finished speaking, Harry stopped the other party with a word and moved closer to the door.

"Mr. Witte, may I ask what happened in London?"

Because Kingsley was a bit evasive before, and Maca didn't make any relevant explanations in the message, so Harry knew almost nothing about the situation outside.

Now that he finally caught another big living person, how could he resist asking?

But he didn't expect that the middle-aged wizard who claimed to be Charlotte's father seemed to be less willing to talk about the situation in London than Kingsley.

"Well...it's just a strange thick fog," Norman forced a smile, "Of course, this fog is very weird, and it's also very dangerous. Classmate, it's good for you to stay at Hogwarts... ..."

Just as he was talking, he seemed to have thought of something in the black market, and suddenly turned around and said:

"Oh, and though you may be worried about your friend, just remember not to go there under any circumstances. Well, we must go now!"

Having said that, Norman boarded the carriage again, together with the old steward who had never spoken, and left with the howling wind under the guidance of Pegasus.

Looking at the carriage that came and went in a hurry, Harry couldn't help standing there for a while.

"Worried about your friend?"

Norman walked so fast that he didn't have time to press on. But as soon as he heard the word "friend", Harry immediately thought of Ron and Hermione, so he immediately thought of his beloved Ginny.

"They..." Harry thought for a while, then quickly shook his head again, "No, it's impossible for them to be in London. Haven't everyone already gone to participate in some kind of 'study tour'?"

...

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

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

Seeing those male and female wizards approaching them step by step, Ron couldn't help shouting and asked:

"Who are you guys? Why are you chasing us?"

In fact, Hermione and the others also noticed something amiss during the previous intense escape. Because although they didn't know how many people got on and off the carriage at that time, it was obviously much less than the wizards who are besieging them now.

Looking at the nearly ten adult wizards approaching here, all four of them held their wands in their right hands and held the stone slab tightly in their left hands, putting on a posture of being ready for battle.

But amidst Ron's questioning, none of the wizards on the other side spoke. They just looked at this side coldly, and continued to approach without saying a word, and all the wands were pointed in the direction of the four of them.

It didn't take long for Hermione to know they had no way out, as her back was pressed against the cold wall at the end of the alley.

Obviously, they can't go on like this.

"Protection."

Suddenly, Hermione lowered her voice and said something to the three friends around her. And at that very moment, the other three who had already been psychologically prepared immediately cooperated with her, raised the stone slab in their left hand and stood in a fixed position.

They have practiced this combination many times. Although it is not the latest rune combination Hermione researched, it is better than being familiar with it.

The next moment, the rune marks on the four stone slabs in their hands suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, and an invisible magic barrier was immediately supported around the four of them.

Immediately, Hermione said again:

"attack!"