Harry Potter Morning Light

The London Underground is the oldest underground system in the world, and it has continued to evolve with the city.

Due to the lack of traffic or other reasons, some stations are abandoned after being used for a period of time. These abandoned stations are called hidden stations.

During World War II, some hidden stations were once used as air-raid shelters, and some unused underground passages were also used to store various treasures of the British Museum to protect them from bombing damage.

Winston Churchill also used to work in one of the subway stations, and some subway stations even have relics from World War II, which were once used as interrogation rooms.

After the war, these hidden stations were still empty, and some even became the residences of the homeless.

Every city has its own urban legends, and there is one among the London Underground Homeless about a female ghost who haunts these abandoned tube tunnels.

At the Museum Station, some people even saw the mummy running wildly on the railway tracks. It is said that the mummy was off work and went out for a walk at night. A newspaper offered a reward for anyone who dared to sleep at the Museum Station for a night to get a good reward, but no one dared to accept the order.

Most people think that flying should belong to the sky, but if the tunnel is wide enough, it is suitable for flying.

Slytherin's lounge is underground, and Gryffindor's lounge is in the tower. When the Aurors are looking for members of the Nightcaller in all directions in the sky, Marcus Flint and his accomplices are riding broomsticks underground. Flying, a Death Eater who turned into black smoke followed behind them.

Marcus didn't stop on a platform until he was sure that there would be no pursuers coming. In the underground pipe network extending in all directions, the sound of the subway whizzing by could often be heard. Although the platform was abandoned, there were still lights, waiting to call The Death Eaters fell to the ground after the Night Crew got off their brooms.

"Who are you!" Marcus asked after looking the Death Eater in the tuxedo up and down.

Markus is clearly not doing very well after graduation, and he and his cohorts dress like street punks.

"This is where your money comes from, robbery?"

"Where are you going? It's not about robbing goblins." Marcus' accomplice, a young man with long hair and a denim jacket, looked at the Death Eaters rebelliously.

"You're not asked to have an opinion," said the Death Eater slowly. "If you won't shut up, I'll teach you how to."

"You have failed, and you have brought us down." Marcus stared at the stranger with dead fish eyes.

"Stay away from us, loser," said the same young man in a denim jacket. "We don't want to deal with you."

"You're not Slytherin," said the Death Eater, eyeing him up.

"Who still takes college seriously now." The young cowboy sneered and said, "Although the Dark Lord is crazy, he has done a good job. What's the use of branch colleges other than creating disputes? No other school in Europe has this tradition. "

"Where did those Thunderbirds come from?"

As if the Death Eater had asked a ridiculous question, all three Nightcallers snickered.

"Are you working for the Messenger of Justice now?" Marcus said coldly, "Don't think that if you help me, I will thank you."

"Is this what you arranged? You deliberately let us go to collect information." The cowboy youth said with disgust.

The Death Eater walked up to the young cowboy, "What's your name?"

"You can call me Bu bird."

"Very cute nickname." The Death Eater punched the young cowboy in the face. Just as the silent young man in black pulled out his wand, an invisible air mass hit him, and he flew backwards. Far away, in the end only Marcus and the Death Eaters were left to confront each other with a long sword in hand.

"My time is precious." The Death Eater tidied up his messy suit and said coldly, "Many people say that Draco Malfoy looks handsome, the type that girls like, and you want to mess with him just like him." Got attention, Marcus."

"Don't compare me to that boy," Marcus growled like some kind of beast.

"Although most people think you are not smart, you are right about one thing. It was Draco Malfoy who caused Slytherin to lose the game. Do you want to be like him and make Slytherin continue to lose?"

"Who are you?" Marcus looked at the Death Eater strangely.

"Who is your leader?" The Death Eater asked instead, "The Aurors have been investigating for so long, but there is no result. Are you getting smarter or the Aurors getting stupid."

"We act independently, without a leader," said Marcus Flint with disgust. "Muggles are everywhere."

"If you weren't a Slytherin house, the Ministry of Magic would think you used a little magic that turns vinegar into wine in front of Muggles, but you are a Slytherin, and you have such serious violent tendencies, they must think you used it." Dark Arts, the Ministry of Magic is now taking the lead in breaking Muggle Secrecy, and they're still confiscating the property of pure-blood families, don't give them excuses, Marcus, I've had enough trouble."

Marcus didn't answer.

"Your parents still don't know what you're doing outside, do they?" the Death Eater said with a smile, "Because you didn't use the family money to do social work."

"I appreciate Malfoy giving each of us a new broom, but he's a real jerk." Marcus Flint shook his head. "I guess he's living his life in a muddle."

"The kids of the rich think money solves everything."

"What on earth are you trying to say, sir?" Marcus asked.

"Obviously you are not as smart as you think, Marcus Flint. Besides electricity, money is also the driving force for Muggles to survive. Electricity can be regenerated, but gold cannot. This time the robbery will be jointly hunted down by Muggles and wizards. Yours, except for a few times using magic in front of Muggles, you have a clean record, don't ruin your life."

"You investigated me?" Marcus asked.

"Do you think Oliver Wood's appearance on the scene was a coincidence? They betrayed you as a shield." The Death Eater kicked the cowboy youth lying on the ground, "Choosing the wrong friend is fatal, I think you should have heard of it The story of Sirius Black and the Potters."

"I'm fed up with hearings every time I use magic!" Marcus yelled angrily. "I don't want to hide anymore!"

"It's a pity you're not one of the Weasleys, who can fly around the city in a flying car without fear of any punishment." The Death Eater said slowly, "and Sirius Black, who once drove With his flying motorcycle, as long as he is loyal to the White Wizard, he will be favored, and even the Quidditch match and the House Cup will always be won by Gryffindor."

"It's a good thing he's dead," Marcus said bitterly.

"Yes, he's dead," said the Death Eater slowly. "You remember how he died?"

"Severus Snape, my Headmaster." Marcus said with a smile "You are..."

"He's dead, everyone knows, he doesn't have the ability of the Dark Lord, he can be resurrected." The Death Eater interrupted Marcus, "I feel like I want to explode after being suppressed for too long. Today there is a 'smart' People' told me that the strong are those who control their desires, do you think he's right, Marcus?"

Marcus scoffed.

"I can understand you, Marcus, you have power and want to use it, but instead of doing this kind of destruction that causes trouble for yourself, why don't you use it to earn some benefits for yourself? We are worshiped like heroes, we are Slytherin, we come from the quagmire, but we long to break free from it, and power and strength are needed to achieve this purpose, staying in Nightcaller will destroy yourself, how about a different way of life?"

"What should I call you?" Marcus raised his chin with a sword in both hands and asked proudly.

"You can call me sir," said the Death Eater, his lips barely moving, letting his voice hiss.

"I'll think about it." Marcus said with a smug smile, "I knew a lot of people would come to recruit me after today's performance."

"What's your condition?"

"I said, I'll think about it." With that, Marcus got on the broom.

"How should I contact you in the future?" The Death Eater asked the moment Marcus flew into the air.

"If I want to see you, I will leave a message at this subway station." Marcus looked down at the two lying on the ground. "They are yours, sir."

After speaking, Marcus drove the broom and left quickly.

"I like this kid," said the Death Eater, looking gleefully at Marcus's back, and then he looked at the two men lying on the ground like two pieces of meat waiting to be cooked.