Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 162 First Arrival HP
mid july.

The weather was frighteningly cold.

In Westminster Abbey, Diana, wrapped in a thick blanket and hugging a young puma, was sitting in front of a closet, with flickering firelight illuminating her profile.

She glanced at the north with some concern.

Then he turned his gaze back to Hancock on the opposite sofa.

She was the first to break the calm:

"There seems to be something coming out of the north."

"Well, according to a pioneering team, there is an overwhelming gray fog spreading to the south."

Hancock also looked solemn.

He knew what the gray fog was related to.

Lord of the Great Abyss...

Nodens.

"Let's be alert for now, we can't take the initiative to stop it."

Diana decides on a course of action.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and heavy snow fell in like a mountain torrent had found a vent.

It was Rod Hart who was still wearing iron armor as usual.

He was a dead man, not afraid of the cold.

Even more fond of the cold environment.

It's just that in such weather, muscle and bone stiffness may occur.

"Is the lord here?!"

There was a very rare panic in his expression, as if he saw something that even he would be afraid of just now.

He says,

"I see it! I see it!"

"What do you see?"

Diana stood up, and she realized that what Rod Hart was about to say next might be very dangerous.

For the past two days, he has been using the Pensieve to look up those chaotic memories.

Now, did Rod Hart...see something?
"Flushing! Flushing and..."

……

"Ah!"

"I seem to have a cold."

Blowing his nose in front of a square, He Gang hid himself deeper in his coat.

He stopped in front of an old villa.

This is London, England.

Grimmauld Place.

The winter of 1997.

Dumbledore was wearing a dark blue woolen coat and a robe decorated with starry sky, holding a pointed and long black umbrella.

He patted the snow off He Gang's shoulder and said:

"You don't have a cold anymore, and neither do I."

After using many permanent buffs, Dumbledore's level successfully broke through silver and became gold.

And the level has also reached 50. Although the dual attribute is not a strong point, it is also over a hundred.

Don't look at him as a more refined old godfather, but in fact, the muscles on his body can kill a cow when he takes off his clothes.

If he was allowed to return to the previous world like this, it is estimated that Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters and dark creatures under him could be directly torn apart without a wand.

Oh, yes, they are in Dumbledore's world now.

HP world.

Wizarding World.

A nearly transparent, simple yet luxurious gate was closed in the wind and snow behind them.

This door will stay here for seven days, and will only accept He Gang's call to reappear.

Passers-by around hurriedly.

Londoners in this era were still relatively conservative, and they all cast strange glances at He Gang and Dumbledore, who could be called outrageously dressed.

The buildings on both sides are very old.

Also very short.

"Except for the families of soldiers from Enlos, I haven't seen a living person for a long time."

He Gang rubbed his hands. Today is probably Christmas Eve. The window glass of those foggy low-rise buildings scattered warm orange light outwards, and one family after another could vaguely see that huge turkeys had been prepared.

He tried to check the attributes of passers-by.

There are no panels.

"Isn't this a copy?"

"The concept of the copy world and the parallel world is completely different, and the living are requested to explore by themselves."

The system answered honestly,
"In this parallel world, 85% of system functions are restricted."

parallel world……

Copy world...

So is there any difference between the two?
He Gang was thoughtful.

He ducked under Dumbledore's umbrella.

"Why are we here?"

"No. 12 Grimmauld Place is the ancestral home of Sirius. Except for a few people, this house is invisible to outsiders. The Muggles next door don't even know it exists."

Dumbledore counted the buildings one by one, and then stood between the eleventh and the thirteenth, he said,

"You told me what happened after my death... Mr. Potter and Miss Granger should be in Godric's Hollow by now, and how should I put it... At least we still need a place to stay."

"Is that house enchanted, like your platform, hidden between numbers 11 and 13?"

"Almost, a very ancient magic that requires a considerable number of wizards to complete."

As Dumbledore said, he just shook his fingers a few times, and the two ancient villas that were almost crowded together in front of him suddenly seemed to be driven by a large number of gears, shifting to both sides and being squeezed away by the suddenly appearing buildings.

But the strange thing is that no one around noticed this scene.

Even the hostess at 11 Grimmauld Place was yelling at her children.

Dumbledore opened the enchanted door with his hands. Although the door decoration was old, it could see its former glory.

"A big family."

He Gang approves.

He was envious.

Entering the door, a large cloud of dust rushed in, as if it had not been lived in for many years.

A long corridor with peeling wallpaper, worn carpet, gas lamps and a cobweb chandelier and chandeliers in the shape of a large snake.

Not far away is a staircase leading upstairs.

On the walls hung portraits darkened with age, including a large one draped behind a moth-eaten and moldy curtain.

"The portrait depicts Mrs. Walburga Black, who, when awakened, screams in the most horrific manner, cursing everyone around her, and trying to wake the other portraits , let them start screaming too."

Dumbledore tried a confusion spell on the portrait, so that Mrs. Black in the portrait could not see the outside world. He reminded He Gang,

"So, walk softly and slowly in the halls... Sirius Black tried to have the portrait removed, but it appears that Mrs. Walburga Black put a Permanent Paste Charm behind it."

Interesting magical gadgets.

He is curious about everything here.

The wizards in this world don't actually have the power to break the rules. If you really want to count, they can be regarded as a world of low martial arts at most, and even the top predators can't exceed the gold rank at most.

But I have to admit that magic has been developed and applied to an incredible bottom by them. Almost every wizard cannot live without these magical things.

"It's a pity that Muggles can't learn magic, otherwise we can promote magic in this world, unite the Muggle government, and then directly cooperate with the coalition government."

He Gang felt a little regretful.

He followed Dumbledore inside.

　The chapter content of the HP world should be limited to about fifteen chapters as much as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)