Chapter 1263 The Third Refuge Camp

"Fire dragon?"

Harry didn't expect that he could see a fire dragon in downtown London! If it was placed on a normal day, the damage caused by it casually walking two steps on the ground would be enough to cause a big riot.

But in the past two days, the disasters suffered by this city have been big enough, so big that Muggles may not even be seen on the street.

Just as Harry was pulling little Robin to speed up his pace and quickly throwing it towards the clearing where Bill was, he found that the fire dragon that had just passed by in the sky suddenly spun and landed directly towards Bill. go down.

"Hey, watch out!"

"Don't worry," Bill waved at Harry immediately, "Come here! It's okay, that's Charlie!"

"what?"

To be honest, although the dream of many people is to ride a fire dragon and stare at the strong wind soaring in the sky, but no one has ever imagined that one day, someone will be able to tame a fierce and proud fire dragon.

Yes, the more you know about Fire Dragon, the more people think it is a delusion.

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

As Harry thought to himself, he dragged the boy and ran quickly.

"Boom"

It can be seen that even before the fire dragon was about to land, it had slapped its wings a few times in advance to slow itself down. But in fact, when it landed, that huge body still crushed a section of the wall heavily.

The body of the Norwegian Ridgeback is actually not that big. The reason why they make people think that their size is comparable to that of a Hungarian Horntail is just because the pair of huge wings are really not ordinary.

It is conceivable that if the Ukrainian iron belly with an average weight of more than six tons landed here with their most usual "smashing landing method"... the scene would be even more amazing!

"do not move."

When Harry saw it, he quickly waved his wand while pulling little Robin behind him, and quickly cast an Obstacle Charm in front of him, blocking a few flying stones.

Immediately afterwards, he stared at the figure on the neck of the Norwegian Ridgeback, and said in surprise:

"Charlie! Is that really you?"

"That's right, it's me," greeted Charlie on the dragon's back, "Come on! I know you must have a lot to ask, but aren't you the parents of the child?"

"I heard that he went out and did not return."

Harry replied, and Bill, who was next to him, walked behind him and lifted up the wide-eyed little Robin.

"Leave the child alone at home?" Charlie smiled at little Robin, bent down hard, and took the boy who seemed a little timid. "Impossible, right? There is such a thing."

Although he didn't finish the sentence, what Charlie wanted to say is already obvious. Are there really parents who leave their children alone at home in this world?

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 being gently placed on the dragon's back in front of him by Charlie, he finally said something cautiously.

"Who is Claire?"

While talking to little Robin gently, Charlie waved at Harry, motioning him to hurry up too. Harry responded immediately, stretched out his hand for Charlie to grab, and stepped on the spikes on the dragon's body to climb up.

"It's his family's nanny, who ran away." He took advantage of the opportunity to answer this question for little Robin.

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

Charlie shook his head when he heard the words, and let the two of them sit still, and it was about to tell the fire dragon below him to take off.

"Charlie, and Bill?"

"He stayed down there to conduct search and rescue.

Just as he was speaking, Charlie patted the dragon's neck and said loudly, "Nobeta, let's go!" Let's go back to the museum first! "

"Nobetta?"

...

Speaking of which, Harry seems to have ridden a lot of things that can fly, like broomsticks, hippogriffs, and Maca's silver eagle Patronus.

Undoubtedly, he really likes the feeling of flying in the air, it will make him feel the charm of ZìYóu.

But obviously, he had never ridden a fire dragon until now!

Well, it was killed.

But now, he finally experienced what it was like to straddle a fire dragon and fly high against the strong wind. Although this is not as comfortable as controlling a flying broomstick by myself, the feeling of letting a giant beast carry me soaring is really something I can't stop!

By the way, what's more worth mentioning is that according to Charlie, this dragon is actually the Norwegian Ridgeback Noble that Hagrid hatched with the fireplace?

Oh no, now its name has been changed to "Nobeta". After all, Charlie has confirmed the gender of this "little guy", which is a female Ridgeback.

At the beginning, they secretly let Charlie take that little guy to a Romanian dragon farm, and it grew to such a large size in just a few years, and now it can fly them over the city of London.

Thinking of having such a fate, Harry couldn't help feeling a little more emotional.

"Charlie, did you just say that we are going to the 'museum'?" Harry asked loudly in the strong wind.

"That's right," Charlie nodded, and also shouted, "You should know that the Quidditch Museum in the northwest is not very eye-catching, and there is a large underground exhibition hall below, although the place is out of the way. A little bit, but it is also very suitable as a refuge. So I discussed it with Bill and decided to use it as the third refuge camp in London!"

"Oh, that's really nice!" Harry said immediately, "Muggles are accepted too, aren't they?"

"Of course!"

Norbetta flies very fast, even surpassing the top speed of the Firebolt when he sprints with all his strength. The two had only spoken a few words before they felt that Norbeta suddenly lowered his body and dived straight to the ground.

"cool!"

If London is not full of fog today, I believe that although this flight is short, you will be able to see a beautiful city view.

But even so, Harry still felt unusually happy.

On the contrary, little Robin, who was sitting in Charlie's arms, was startled by the sudden accelerated dive, and hurriedly closed his eyes tightly.

After Nobeta 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 right now, so I won't go in with you. Look! If possible, see if I can stay here..." Charlie said, "Although We also found a few wizards we found on the way to guard this refuge, and there are also two dark wizard strikers... But I feel that it is still not enough."

"This...I'm afraid it won't work," Harry turned over and climbed off Nobetta, and then reached out to pick up Robin, "I have to use the sword of Gryffindor in the most appropriate place, you know, there are some in the city that can Black-eyed wizards who manipulate strange substances, it is difficult for ordinary magic to work on them."

"Oh, so it's really the sword of Gryffindor..." Charlie looked at Harry's sword that was always upside down in his hand, nodded and said, "I've only seen it a few times in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts before. Second-rate!"

After saying this, he understood again:

"Then why not, I'll wait for you here! After you come out in a while, we can act together! Don't worry, Bill will be fine by himself in a short time, he's better than you imagined!"

"Okay, then I'll be back as soon as possible."

Harry said goodbye to Charlie temporarily, took Robin's hand across the street, and walked quickly to the old restaurant on the side of the road.

In normal times, although the business here is not good, it is still a normal Muggle restaurant. The shop is run by a Squib couple who clearly prefer the company of Muggles to their wizarding life.

But in the end, the couple had always been from the wizarding world, and the husband's grandfather had been the curator of the Quidditch Museum. So the entrance to the museum has always been located in the backyard of their restaurant.

In fact, in the past, Harry took advantage of the opportunity to go to Diagon Alley several times before school started, and even went to the restaurant in front of him for lunch a few times, so this time he was quite familiar with it.

Unfortunately, because of the disaster in London in the past two days, the restaurant obviously had to temporarily close down.

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

Instead of going through the back door commonly used by wizards, Harry directly opened the front door along the street with the Unlocking Charm, and took little Robin through the restaurant to the back yard.

As you can see, there is almost nothing in the backyard, except for a small storage warehouse.

"Robin, you will probably become a little wizard by September of this year." Harry patted little Robin on the shoulder and said, "But I think you will see more and more things before many students. Something about magic."

As he spoke, he stretched out his wand and scratched a little on the warehouse door, and then opened the door. Immediately, a layer of silver ripples appeared behind the opened warehouse door, and the real appearance of the warehouse could not be seen at all.

"Look, if you don't use the spell, this is just an ordinary warehouse." Harry said, pushing little Robin's back lightly, "Go in! To be honest, this place is not only the school and the stadium, One of my favorite places to go!"

Seeing that little Robin reached out to touch it curiously, and found that he couldn't touch anything, he stepped into the screen in surprise. Harry paused for a moment, then walked in after him.

As soon as he entered this familiar museum, Harry realized that it wasn't just the underground exhibition hall, there were also many people gathered in the upper hall.

In addition to a few wizards in charge of guarding, many Muggles are also here, and they are all looking at the introductory text on the large circle of display cabinets around the hall with curious faces.

Although Muggles definitely don't understand the rules of Quidditch, after all, they all know the flying broomsticks in many Muggle storybooks, and wizards generally ride this thing!

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