Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 172 King's Cross Platform
"I'm going to meet Voldemort today. Are you going to get your children back?"

He Gang asked Dumbledore.

They spent another night at 12, Grimmauld Place.

It didn't snow today.

The weather is not bad, but it is a bit humid, and the sun shines on the snowdrifts, and the surrounding temperature is lower when the snow melts.

Dumbledore was adorning his own clothes, a voluminous black velvet robe he'd stolen from the Wizarding Museum.

"Hey, this was originally my own. They thought I was dead so they put it in the museum, but am I alive now?"

Dumbledore protested.

He replied:

"No, no, if I go to them, they will probably have a lot of questions to ask me, but to be honest... these students won't be able to help with what we have to do next."

It's not just that students can't help.

I'm afraid that if we really want to fight the main filth of the dungeon world with real swords and guns, even if we pull all the wizard governments in half the world, it may not be of much effect.

After all, their own combat capabilities are not outstanding.

It is also not like the so-called Muggles, who hold a big killer in their hands that can dominate the fate of creatures all over the world.

"what is that?"

Ron spoke suddenly.

His voice was very frightened, as if he saw something terrible.

This voice undoubtedly attracted He Gang and Dumbledore.

They looked towards where the former was pointing.

That's...a window on the second floor.

A few black birds of unknown species flew away from the distant deep blue sky.

Nothing at all.

Except for some blurry ghosting.

But that's presumably a natural phenomenon of sunlight falling on the glass.

Ron shuddered.

He felt extremely uneasy and said:
"There was a face looking in there just now."

"Do you know how high it is here?"

He Gang raised his eyebrows slightly.

He began to think that Ron Weasley was being unreasonable.

"At least five meters! The surrounding area is also covered with isolation spells. No Muggle or mysterious creature can appear outside the second-floor window here unless he has wings."

The physical quality of human beings in this world is just like that.

The strongest is nothing but some alchemists, who use themselves to do living experiments, and their physical strength will probably be slightly improved.

If you want to jump five meters high, you can still slip away from He Gang's nose without making a sound.

I'm afraid it's not the invasion of filth.

But how is that possible.

The existence of "doors" is extremely special.

Filth doesn't have permission to pass through at all.

"We have an appointment at Hogwarts."

He Gang said to Dumbledore that he was packing up his belongings in his hand, and it was hard to come here, so he must have a good experience of the customs of this world.

Dumbledore nodded:

"Okay, I'm going to take Mr. Weasley to find Harry and Miss Granger first, I'm worried about what happens to them."

"So you're not worried about your other students?"

"Worried too, but Severus will take care of them."

Dumbledore shrugged.

He trusted Snape Severus almost unconditionally.

This surprised He Gang.

Judging from his performance in the copy world, Dumbledore is definitely a relatively suspicious person.

They walked to the door together.

"Hogwarts consists of four colleges, but after experiencing things in another world, I have some bad associations."

Dumbledore leaned over and said in He Gang's ear,
"Gryffindor has the courage of a lion, Ravenclaw has the wisdom of an eagle, Slytherin has the ambition of a viper, and Hufflepuff... has the patience and loyalty of a honey badger."

He Gang naturally knew the information of several colleges.

But he didn't know what Dumbledore was trying to convey.

But perhaps this matter cannot be explained clearly?
Then he blinked.

Dumbledore blinked too.

The two were silent.

After hesitating for a moment, Dumbledore leaned over again and said something in He Gang's ear.

The latter's complexion changed suddenly.

"No, Professor, I think it's very dangerous!"

He Gang's voice raised his voice involuntarily. Look carefully, the skin on his neck... tiny goosebumps grew out.

He makes a swallowing motion,

"This is impossible! This world..."

"Silence!"

Dumbledore told him not to go on.

It seemed that as long as the content of their conversation was read aloud, it might lead to death.

"Okay, let's go now."

He pushed He Gang.

The latter suddenly appeared in Grimmauld Place, and there were not many pedestrians around, but no one seemed to notice his sudden appearance.

"damn it!"

He Gang cursed in a low voice.

Those speculations that Dumbledore said just now...

It made He Gang suddenly have a suspected fear of this world.

He looked up at the sky.

The chill seemed impossible to dispel from the body.

So he hid his whole body in the robe.

Then turned around and walked towards the King's Cross platform.

Behind him, those Muggles who had nothing to do with each other suddenly raised their heads, and everyone's facial features disappeared in an instant, leaving only eyes filled with thick mist staring at He Gang's back!
He Gang felt the feeling of being watched by countless pairs of eyes.

He turned around suddenly, but found nothing.

The Muggle faces were back to normal.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"what's the situation……"

He grumbled, and silently held a dagger that had reached platinum level in the palm of his hand.

Something is wrong!
That sense of voyeurism...

very obvious!

There is definitely something in this world!
Will it be the Grim Reaper?
Or... a new spell developed by Voldemort?

He Gang was in doubt.

He looked back at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, which was still standing there.

This ancient mansion is deep and cold.

Gothic style is quite strong.

On the second floor, the room where He Gang and the others were just now.

Peel off the dust on the top.

In the middle of the dust, about a third of the area was disturbed by something and became a piece of chaos.

He Gang suddenly shuddered.

wrong.

When he looked at the glass just now, there was no such dust.

He was about to send a message to Dumbledore.

I saw Dumbledore and Ron coming out together.

He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think about it any more.

After all, this is close to the central area of ​​London.

Even if it hasn't even hit the millennium, it's already pretty bustling.

Especially the luxury specialty stores on both sides of the street have opened quite a few.

It is only occasionally that owls, which are rarely seen during the day, fly overhead.

There were also more weird guys in black robes hurrying along the road than usual.

Most of these people are wizards.

After all, compared to ordinary people, wizards are only a minority group, and it is difficult to form large gatherings. Most wizards still live together with Muggles.

Finally arrived at King's Cross platform.

He Gang breathed a sigh of relief.

Once here, the feeling of being spied on suddenly became much less.

He took out his mobile phone and took out the subway transfer map that Dumbledore gave him and read it carefully before entering the platform.

(End of this chapter)