Chapter 321

Melymp rushed straight to the Leaky Cauldron, her body as flexible as a hunting cheetah.

"Bang!"

She kicked the heavy wooden door of the bar open with a deafening noise, scaring the wizards who were dining and resting inside to look up at the door.

Without any pause, Merlymp rushed forward at the same amazing speed, overturned several tables, knocked down several unprepared guests, and finally stopped deep in the bar.

"Ouch! My leg!"

A wizard fell to the ground, his face pale, obviously broken.

He groaned in pain and tried to reach out to pick up the wand, but was frightened by the oppression emanating from Merlymp and dared not act rashly.

"What's going on?"

Other wizards stared at Merlymp with angry eyes, including foreign tourists, who shouted in various languages, trying to get an explanation.

"Is this woman crazy?"

Someone tried to step forward, but was frightened by Merlymp's body covered with strange black oil and stopped.

But Merlymp just frowned and looked at the black oil oozing out of his body, as if how to clean these things was more important than the people in front of him being hit by him.

This was indeed the case. Merlymp looked up at them and treated them as dead.

Many guests who were hit ran to the bartender angrily to complain, and the bar was suddenly filled with complaints and questions.

The bartender had to bite the bullet and walk to the front door while trying to appease these emotional wizards with a smile.

The smile on his face was full of professional helplessness, but there was a little indifference in his eyes.

He stood in front of the front door, raised his hands to signal the people around him to stay calm, and at the same time used his body to block those guests who wanted to rush forward to trouble Merlymp.

"Everyone calm down, this is the Leaky Cauldron, we have to follow the rules. I will deal with it later--"

He turned his head to look at Merlymp, his voice paused slightly, and the smile on his face froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

He slowly turned around and stood in front of the broken door frame, with his hands on the door, blocking his view.

His eyes fell on Merlymp, with a cautious scrutiny.

"This guest,"

the bartender said, his tone was polite, but there was a hint of coldness.

"You made such a commotion... It's really difficult for us to do business."

Merlymp's expression was always cold, like a cold stone, ignoring the bartender's implicit reproach.

Her hands hung at her side, and the strange black oil still remained on her fingertips, dripping on the floor, making a slight "tick-tock" sound.

The bartender's smile gradually disappeared, and his voice became low and cold.

"But now I can only--"

He paused, and his eyes briefly met with Merlymp's.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, like a string about to break.

Melinpu's eyes did not fluctuate at all, she stood there like a statue that stood still.

The bartender took a deep breath, and finally left only inhuman indifference on his face, like a puppet leaving the last words.

"-Thank you for your patronage."

"Bang!"

The door of the Leaky Cauldron was slammed shut by him, and the seemingly damaged door panel closed unusually tightly, as if it had been repaired by some force.

Outside the door, Melinpu stood there, lowered her head slightly, looking at the closed door, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

Her shoulders rose and fell slightly, as if she had exhaled a long breath.

At this time, passers-by around her had noticed her abnormal appearance.

Some people pointed their fingers at her and whispered, and others whispered about Professor Christiansen's coma.

"What is that?"

"The black oil on her body looks so weird..."

"And the person who fainted, it seems to be from a foreign country, right?"

But Melimple ignored these discussions.

Her eyes were still fixed on the door, her lips moved slightly, and she whispered to herself, as if she was thinking about something.

"Block the exit too, set up a barrier...sacrifice a street?"

Her voice was very light, almost drowned out by the surrounding noise, but it was full of an indescribable coldness.

"North Yidik's men?"

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Turning...

Screaming...

Harry opened his eyes with difficulty, and the world in front of him was blurred.

He felt as if his body had been thrown hard to the ground, the bumps of the cobblestones hurt him all over, and he could still feel the coldness of the melting snow on his cheeks.

He tried to move his arms, but found that his whole body was sore, as if he had been torn by some huge force.

"Damn it! What's going on?"

He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

"When we got to Diagon Alley, how come the side effects of this potion suddenly became so severe? It was out of control!"

He tried hard to mobilize the magic power in his body and forcefully suppressed the surging energy, his chest heaving violently.

After a lot of effort, he finally recovered a little, fumbled around for a while, and touched the familiar glasses.

He put on the glasses, and his vision gradually became clear.

Just as he adjusted his breathing, his eyes fell on the Nimbus 2000 beside him.

The broom was covered with dust, and several branches at the tail were broken, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Harry carefully held the broom in his arms, as if comforting an injured old friend.

"I will definitely ask Mrs. Huo Qi to repair it for you after I go back."

He whispered to himself, his tone full of guilt and distress.

However, when he finally had time to raise his head and look around, the sight in front of him made his heart suddenly tighten.

The streets were full of panicked people.

The wizards huddled together and rushed past him, and even a few goblins were running through the crowd in panic.

His ears were filled with noisy footsteps and chaotic shouts, and the entire Diagon Alley seemed to be in some kind of unspeakable panic.

Harry was stunned for a moment and stood up subconsciously.

To his slight relief, these people didn't seem to notice him - at least, he didn't have to be the center of attention in this embarrassing state.

However, the surrounding atmosphere made his nerves tense again.

He noticed that without exception, these people had a look of fear on their faces, as if they were running away from something extremely terrifying.

"Oh my God! The world is going to end!"

Someone screamed and ran past him.

"Don't try it! Disapparation won't work at all!"

There was desperation in the other wizard's voice.

"The Leaky Cauldron! Maybe that's the safest place! Run there!"

The crowd rushed madly towards the Leaky Cauldron, pushing and shouting, and the scene was chaotic.

Harry stood there with his broom in his arms, looking at everything blankly.

His mind was filled with questions: What happened?

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