Chapter 389 Diagon Alley Celebration Night
Azkaban.
Sclinger stepped on the gray-black earth, and in front of him, there was only a ruined wall.
"I was lured out of the mountain."
"Minister!" Tonks trotted all the way, holding the list in his hand: "Here comes out, all the internal prisoners have escaped, and the dementors have disappeared."
"It's natural." Sclinger nodded slightly, his expression cold.
Almost all internal prisoners were sentenced to life imprisonment, and dying here and escaping were their only choices.
"Where are the prisoners outside?" he asked.
"Some of them died, and some of them disappeared. It should be because they showed their loyalty, became the supporter of the mysterious man, and left here." Tonks said the statistics: "There are thirty-two prisoners left, All have different degrees of injuries on their bodies."
"Maintain the anti-phantom shifting array and contact the doctor at St. Mungo immediately."
"Minister!" On the other side, a flying broom came quickly: "There is a situation report in the city, and a large-scale wizard exposed the situation."
"Where?" Sclinger frowned: "Is the mysterious man's method?"
"No." The man from the Ministry of Magic shook his head: "It's in London, Muen Jones seemed to have performed his magic without restraint!"
Sclinger suddenly felt confused and a feeling of uneasiness appeared in his heart.
He knows Muen, he is a lazy and afraid of trouble. A person who makes him sigh helplessly when he says the same sentence to express his impatientness.
He wants to openly wave his wand? Why? !
"Go to London!" Sclinger immediately sat on the broom despite his image.
London, Diagon Alley.
This night, this night.
Tonight's Diagon Alley is like a grand event. The streets that were not rich were crowded with crowds of people. The spotlights were flashing and people were celebrating. Soon, the warriors' chariots would fly past.
The vendors were walking through the streets, and business was great tonight. Even the Burning Cauldron Bar was in a hurry to drink and drink, and had to transport food and drink from other taverns through Fly.com.
At the same time, many wizards still come from all over the UK to attend this grand event, which is a rare grand evening in the British wizarding world.
In the robe and fireworks, in the noise and noise.
There has never been a shortage of people who intend to commit riots.
"Two minutes left!" Jordan's voice sounded throughout Diagon Alley: "Gentlemen, ladies, the last time to cross the line has arrived, and there are teams in the first echelon at this moment.
For some reason, the original zero-tier team [Moonlight Pirates], which wasted time outside Diagon Alley.
It consists of Hogwarts' fourth grade, with an average age of the youngest [Nobody] in all teams.
And the team of magic cars built by the most pioneering and new alchemy technology in the magic world [Swhoo--Crackla]”
"This is a completely false report!" Mrs. Maxim stood in the control room, looking dissatisfied.
In front of her, there is a real-time map, and on the map, in addition to three Hogwarts teams, there is also a team led by Fleur Delakure behind.
They bite it very hard.
However, the commentator classified it into the second echelon.
This made Mrs. Maxim very dissatisfied.
Then she turned to look at the rest of the control room.
Kakarov is gone, and a mysterious black-robed wizard appears and kills his beloved disciple in front of the Aurors, causing the only death toll in this triple gun tournament so far.
He didn't have time to stay in the control room now, and he was furious and threatened to capture the wizard and tear him to pieces.
But what about Muen Jones and Dumbledore? Where have they gone?
Mrs. Maxim doesn't understand.
On the street, under Jordan's hoarse commentary, the atmosphere gradually reached its climax.
And above the altitude, Harry, who had just taken off, saw the familiar figure again.
"Scarhead!!" Draco shouted happily: "I'm here!"
Harry turned to look at Draco. At this moment, Draco, Ron and Neville were all lying on the flying carpet, forming a straight line with the flying carpet.
"This is called wind!" Draco shouted, "Our wind is very smooth, and the speed is much faster!"
"Idiot." Hermione couldn't help but whisper.
And just as the two teams were clamoring, an explosion suddenly appeared behind.
Then, there were fireworks with tails.
"Do you know why the curse is automatically heading towards people?" George's voice appeared.
"As long as you understand this, the automatic navigation fireworks will be completed." Fred followed.
The next moment, fireworks burst out one after another, flying towards Harry and Draco's team.
"Little trick." Draco muttered disdainfully: "Weasley."
Ron got up and opened the box behind the flying carpet.
The next moment, countless black sand appeared in the box, flooding the entire sky. The fireworks penetrated into the sand and dust, and all the magic power was absorbed, and even the colorful fireworks could not be emitted at all.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Draco also waved his wand and pointed it on himself and others.
"Yugadimuleviosa--"
The next moment, the whole flying carpet became light and fluttering again.
Neville also waved his wand, and from behind the wind swept over, pushing them directly to the first place.
He wanted Harry to taste the power of the sand.
However, his idea was dashed, and Harry just twisted the accelerator and easily stood with him.
"Damn it!" The robe behind Draco rolled up, and under the mouldrip, formed a sail.
The next moment, their speed increased by another level.
"Interesting." Harry looked at Draco and couldn't help but nod.
It seems that this guy has really studied it.
Then, his hand was also placed on the side of the motorcycle's engine.
For organisms, the best way to use medicine is to inject the medicine into the blood vessels.
Then, his magic slowly poured into the fuel tank.
The next moment, the roar of the engine took another step. Draco only saw the black shadows flashing beside him, and when he looked again, the damn motorcycle had arrived in front of him.
And the distance is getting farther and farther away.
"It's so damn." Draco couldn't help but curse.
Soon, the two teams arrived over Diagon Alley and whizzed past the cheering crowd.
Below, someone raised his hand, holding a magic wand in his hand.
In the arms of his sleeve, a tiny green poisonous snake had quietly climbed up, hissing and spitting out the letter.
He was extremely nervous and trembled when he spoke.
"The Dark Lord, coming home soon-"
Bang-
A hand gently rested on the Death Eater's shoulder.
"Who?" He was startled and turned around and saw a pair of blue pupils.
"Sorry." Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "I promised someone to spend tonight in celebration."