Chapter 325

"What?!"

Harry was shocked and froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

His hands began to run over his body involuntarily, trying to figure out what was going on.

Chests, arms, even cheeks—those tiny rips were everywhere.

Every time he touched one, he could feel a hint of coolness emanating from the cracks, like a weak but strange air current.

"this……"

He murmured quietly, his voice trembling.

Suddenly, a gold coin fell from the sky and hit him on the shoulder.

Harry instinctively held his breath, bracing himself for the moment of pain or curse.

However, he was dumbfounded to see that the moment the gold coin came into contact with his body, his shoulder actually became hollow - as if a small hole was torn open by some invisible force.

The gold coin passed directly through his body and fell to the ground with a crisp "ding" sound.

"ah!"

Harry's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Before he could recover, several more gold coins fell from the sky, landing on his head, arms and chest one after another.

Each one was just like before, not touching his body at all, but passing directly through the cracks and falling straight to the ground.

He looked down at the gold coins on the ground, his mind in confusion.

"What the hell is going on?!"

His eyes fell on the cracks again, and a strong uneasiness surged in his heart.

Could it be that these cracks are more than just cosmetic changes?

They seemed to have changed his body and even his connection to the world.

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He tried to relate these strange phenomena to his previous experiences.

"Magic potion..."

He whispered, recalling the time when he first arrived in Diagon Alley.

At that time, the side effects of the medicine in his body suddenly became uncontrollable and almost made him lose consciousness.

He still remembers that surging feeling.

Now, these cracks and changes in the body seem to be related to the situation at that time.

He frowned and whispered to himself.

"In other words, there is something in this place that is suppressing magic power...but it cannot completely suppress the power of the potion?"

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

The magical environment of Diagon Alley has obviously undergone some kind of change. This change not only makes the magic invalid, but also makes everything related to magic abnormal-including his body.

But at this time, he cannot directly turn into smoke, because the potion he took is incomplete, and the magic power cannot be used now, which means that as long as he turns into smoke, he may not be able to change back again!

Harry tensed his nerves and looked up at the sky.

The rain of golden coins became heavier and heavier, falling densely from the dark clouds, like some kind of weird divine punishment.

There were almost no living people in the surrounding streets, and the ground was filled with golden galleons and those cursed golden eagle statues.

He gritted his teeth and quickly sorted out his thoughts: Since his body can avoid being directly eroded by gold coins, the first step now is to retrieve the broomstick and fly to the Leaky Cauldron as soon as possible to take refuge!

"There can be no further delay!"

He rushed out in one stride, aiming directly at the Nimbus 2000 that was left not far away.

The gold coins scattered around shone with golden light under his feet, like a lurking trap.

However, whenever his body was about to come into contact with these gold coins, wisps of black mist would pour out of those cracks like living creatures, separating the gold coins and avoiding direct contact.

Harry was secretly grateful, but he didn't dare to relax.

This state is not invulnerable!

"Hopefully I can make it to the Leaky Cauldron..."

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the broom, and his steps were quick but steady.

Although the road was filled with gold coins, the original stone road was still clear. He stepped carefully on the gaps to avoid slipping.

After a few seconds, he finally rushed to the broom and grabbed it in his hand.

"Success!"

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the rain of gold coins in the sky suddenly became more intense.

The rain of gold coins almost formed a golden curtain, blocking him in front of him.

Harry's heart sank suddenly.

He could feel that the gold coins passed through the golden curtain faster and with greater density.

What's worse is that his body seems to be unable to bear it.

He tried to get on the broom, but his movements became sluggish.

The virtual cracks began to weaken, and he could clearly feel the slight resistance brought by each gold coin as it brushed against his body, as if there were countless invisible hands pulling him.

"Not good..."

Harry gritted his teeth and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His legs were as heavy as lead, and every step required great strength.

His hand holding the broom shook slightly and he cursed under his breath.

"Damn it! There are limits to the effectiveness of magic potions!"

He recalled the insubstantial state of his body just now. The feeling of lightness and freedom from physical rules now seemed to be gradually stripped away.

Every movement he made became slow and clumsy, as if the power of the potion in his body was being suppressed by some external force.

Harry breathed heavily, glanced at the street in front of him and the rain of gold coins above his head, and made rapid calculations in his mind.

The distance from here to the Leaky Cauldron is by no means short. With his current state, he may be forced into a desperate situation before the effect of the potion completely wears off.

What's worse is that the curse wave behind him is slowly advancing like a molten gold tide. Although the speed is not fast, it is unstoppable.

"I have to find a temporary shelter..."

Harry gritted his teeth and looked around.

His sight quickly fell on a familiar shop on the street.

It was an ice cream shop he visited when he first went to Diagon Alley with Hagrid. Now it is empty, the door is half-closed, and gold coins and broken cups are scattered on the ground, which looks particularly messy.

Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the loss of reading progress. Please save the "Bookshelf" and "Reading Record" in time (it is recommended to take a screenshot to save). We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you!