Chapter 1276 I Didn't Expect It

It can be said that since childhood, Thomas has never felt that he would be a special person.

He was born in an ordinary wizarding family. His father was a small sales manager at Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley, and his mother was a writer for a little-known witch clothing magazine.

And he himself, after graduating from Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts, has been working as his breeder at the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley.

Over the years, his father has already retired from Lihen Bookstore, and he also has a wife who is as ordinary as him, and a pair of children who are more or less cute.

So, in fact, he thought more than once that his whole life would probably be spent in a mediocre way without any achievements. Just like my parents, watching my children grow up slowly, and then living an ordinary life like mead mixed with water like my useless father.

Yes, just like mead mixed with water, although it tastes bland in your mouth, you can barely smell a slightly sweet fragrance afterwards.

Of course, if you drink too much, you will definitely get drunk, and you will be in a daze until you fall asleep.

"Maybe this is Hufflepuff?"

Thomas didn't know if he should blame the Sorting Hat for his mediocre life, but he would occasionally use this excuse to comfort himself... when.

However, when Thomas discovered that there was a Hufflepuff beyond his common sense, appearing in every corner of his life again and again. He knew that he might never be able to say that sentence again.

Yes, Hufflepuffs also have extraordinary achievements. Even without mentioning that McLean, there are still many famous Hufflepuffs in this world.

It's just that he...or, it's just that many people subconsciously ignore Hufflepuffs because of their generally low-key personality.

Yes, mediocrity is just this self who doesn't know what hard work is.

So, when Voldemort and Greenwald both died in the Hogwarts vestibule and the entire wizarding world returned to peace, Thomas ordered a personal correspondence course on the protection of magical biology, planning to fight again.

Back then at Hogwarts, his grades in most of the subjects were average, but his talent was not bad in this one subject alone. If you can take the certificate of a senior breeder in a serious manner, you may be able to get a better job than raising owls.

Ok! He knew that most of his ambitions were only a little bit like this--he gritted his teeth and reluctantly decided on this!

But who knows that the world is unpredictable, Hai Erbo's present life has ruined his already boring life.

The turmoil one after another caused the quill shop where his wife worked as a salesperson to close down; all kinds of unknown dangers also made him unwilling to study and work at all.

However, the trouble apparently didn't stop there.

When this misty disaster unexpectedly landed in London, he and his colleagues who were working in Diagon Alley were dumbfounded.

At that time, there were no Aurors stationed in Diagon Alley, but the attacks of those unknown dark wizards came first. Seeing his colleagues trying to escape home, he subconsciously ran away as soon as he thought of his wife and children at home.

But obviously,

That was undoubtedly an extremely wrong decision - during the run, his colleagues were hit by the dazzling green light one by one, and fear lingered in his heart.

Should he be lucky? Or bad luck?

Before he knew it, he found that he was actually one of the few people who escaped from Diagon Alley, but he also lost his way because of the headlong rush and the thickening fog around him.

There was no doubt that there were not many wizards in the wizarding world who frequented Muggle cities, and he certainly didn't. For him, London is not a very familiar place.

After that, Thomas has been hiding in the streets and alleys of London, and was almost discovered several times by those dark wizards who suddenly became lunatics.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because of too much bad luck that he couldn't even see the world, so he escaped quite dangerously several times in a row.

It's a pity that he has never drank that extremely expensive Felicia, and his luck will run out sooner or later—well, at least Thomas thinks so.

"...Ping, safe guarding."

At a corner of a certain alley, Thomas huddled between the big flip-top dumpster and the brick wall, carefully casting the only protective spell he knew.

Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts have never been his strong points. In every final exam that year, the evaluation was almost only above the passing line.

But now, he has no choice but to hide here and use this protective spell to survive.

Because he found out that a scary-looking crazy wizard had walked into this alley ahead, and at the other end of this corner was a dead end!

Is he still going to die? Oh no, he doesn't want to die at all... Even if he was lucky enough to live in hiding until now, it is already the result of extreme luck.

But he really didn't want to die. There was still a wife and a pair of children who were looking forward to returning home. He absolutely couldn't leave the mother and child and die like this.

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

"Tap...tap...tap..."

It may be because the gray fog is everywhere, the messy and procrastinating footsteps seem so clear. Before the person came in front of him, the chilling atmosphere had already come to him, as if it was freezing the air around him.

A sense of suffocation made Thomas couldn't help but want to take a big breath, but he held back because he was afraid of being easily noticed by the other party.

Perhaps it was due to holding his breath for too long, he felt a little dizzy in his head, and the scene in the alley in front of him became more and more difficult to see clearly.

And at this moment, a foot suddenly stepped out from the fog in front... Then came the other leg, half of the body, and a gloomy face with a dazed expression.

The guy seemed to have phlegm stuck in his throat, making a "ho ho" sound, walking towards the corner where Thomas was while swaying.

Thomas knew each other, and two of his colleagues were killed by this guy before!

Because the second colleague desperately cast a shattering curse on the guy's waist before he died, the waist and eyes of the guy are still bloody, so Thomas remembers it very clearly.

However, the injury on the opponent's body not only did not make Thomas feel that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, but it also made him even more frightened.

Because for some reason, these crazy wizards seemed to have completely lost their sense of pain, and they didn't care about the rather serious wound at all.

These guys are complete lunatics.

"Don't find out... don't find out that I'm here... don't... just walk over like this! I beg you..."

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

No way, wizards don't believe in gods and Buddhas, do they?

Maybe it was because he couldn't even find someone to pray for, and his helpless expectation didn't come true. The moment the crazy wizard swayed over here with parts dangling all over his body, and stopped in front of him, Thomas' mind suddenly went blank.

But for some unknown reason, he raised the magic wand in his hand by a strange coincidence.

"Except for your...weapon."

This is the Disarming Charm, which I learned in school in the past, an extremely basic Defense Against the Dark Arts spell.

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

So when Thomas realized that he had actually cast the spell as a last resort, all he could do was laugh at himself in his empty mind.

but……

"Stab - bang!"

A dazzling red arc of light, like lightning, shot out from the tip of his wand, and hit the chest of the mad wizard who was close at hand in the blink of an eye.

Then, Thomas saw that the arc of light pushed against the opponent's body suddenly and pushed him backwards, and fell back into the misty mist far away.

When the magic wand in the opponent's hand rolled to his feet with a "crack", he raised his hand after waking up from the daze, and slapped himself with a "slap".

"Hiss... it hurts!"

What happened just now? Is that a disarming spell? Is it the disarming spell cast by him himself?

What a joke!

Even if he is not good at Charms at all, Thomas has been studying at Hogwarts for seven years. He clearly remembered that the Disarming Curse of such strength just now was only seen when the professor demonstrated it back then!

Thomas looked down at his hands, at the slightly bent rustic wand that had been with him for so many years, and was completely speechless with his mouth half-opened.

"...Damn it."

But at this moment, there was another rustling sound in the fog in the alleyway ahead, reminding him that now was not the time to be dumbfounded.

Fortunately, because I was in the corner just now, and the mad wizard was standing in front of me. So his disarming spell, by coincidence and coincidence, knocked the opponent into the direction leading to the dead end.

But right now, the road the other party came from was clearly unimpeded.

"escape!"

The surprisingly powerful disarming spell just now was attributed by Thomas to an accidental outbreak between life and death. Needless to say, he didn't think he'd be able to do it again at all.

Therefore, the best choice now is to run away before the opponent comes over.

However, just as Thomas got up in a hurry and was about to run wildly with his legs raised, his right foot that stepped forward stopped for no reason.

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