A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

Time passed by, and the clouds in the sky showed no sign of dissipating. They gathered together like islands and whales.

Williamson helped Kingsley come over to say goodbye, they were all going to the hospital.

"Sorry, I can't protect you until the last day." Kingsley said.

Yunieff looked at the strips of white cloth wrapped around him and said sincerely: "You are already very powerful. I long to be someone like you."

"Except for being bald, of course," he joked.

"Haha." Kingsley laughed heartily. After this battle, he seemed to be much closer to Yunivore. He praised, "You don't see many brave little wizards like you."

Then, he turned to Gadwin and told him: "Gadwin, I'm leaving it to you, Yunivore. You'd better be prepared. There might be a second attack."

Gadwin smiled and said: "Don't worry, you don't know my character, and -"

He shrugged and said, "There are so many wizards here now. Let alone a dragon flying over, even an Obscurus flying over. Each one of them can easily destroy them with a spell."

Kingsley nodded, agreeing with this point of view, and patted Williamson on the shoulder.

Williamson lowered his head and said to Yunivo with a blushing face: "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing. It's me who should be sorry." Yunieff said, "Your hunch is quite accurate."

Williamson smiled and said: "It's actually quite pleasant to get along with you, by the way..."

"The captain told me that you are in a similar situation to me." He said, "I think you may also have a premonition."

"But I feel nothing," said Yunivore.

"Maybe it's because I was in such a bad state." Williamson thought for a while and said, "I was in such a bad state in the morning, so I couldn't think of anything, but after a good sleep, the premonition came out and I almost gave it to you. A stun spell."

"If you were shot, maybe a premonition would come out too?" he joked.

"I still have to thank you?" Yunieff said angrily.

"Of course not." Williamson shook his head, "But there should be no premonition now. The crisis has been resolved."

The two leave.

Yunieff was thoughtful, and after a while, he decided to take a nap.

If you really have a premonition, maybe you can give me some hints.He thought so.

And it can just replenish energy, and there is no need to worry about safety issues. As Gadwin said, this town is in an unprecedented safe situation.

Unless the missiles clear the ground.

But that shouldn't be possible.

So, he told Gadwin, returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and felt sleepy.

My consciousness drifted unconsciously, and I don't know how long it took before I suddenly felt a sense of oppression.

It felt like walking in an undersea tunnel and suddenly seeing cracks in the glass partition.

As the feeling of oppression gets closer and closer, the cracks in the "glass partition" become more and more dense.

Soon, the "glass partition" reached a limit, and with a "pop" sound, it completely shattered.

The endless "sea water of information" gushes in and drowns him.

Pour into his eyes, into his ears, into his nostrils, and enter him through all accessible holes.

He was mercilessly washed away by this information, unable to control himself at all, and could only passively accept it.

Some fragmented images flashed across his eyes like meteors, so fast that he could only capture a rough impression.

I don’t know how long it took before he woke up.

When he opened his eyes, the whole bedroom once again gave him a feeling of total collapse, just like in the morning.

The body is also out of control.

But this time he got used to it a little bit, so much so that he remembered some things.

They were vague outlines and impressions, passing by like quicksand, and not even his photographic memory could save them.

He urgently needs to find a more reliable carrier for these memories, such as paper.

He frantically used his will to mobilize the blood in his body, and when his facial muscles responded slightly, he bit the tip of his tongue hard.

pain!

The severe pain made the whole body active, and the consciousness finally merged with the physical body, as if it had been held underwater all day and suddenly surfaced.

This sharp sensory stimulation distracted his attention, and those outlines disappeared faster.

He kept his spirits up, sat up from the bed, came to the table, pulled out the pen and paper, and used excessive force to scatter all kinds of stationery on the floor.

But he couldn't care about this, so he picked up the pen and started sketching on the paper.

He is not good at sketching, and he has never done a good drawing several times in his life.

But it doesn't matter, because there are only some simple outlines left, and even two-year-old Evana can do this kind of work!

After more than ten seconds, he put down the pen and saw two lines drawn diagonally on the paper. On the upper line, there was a flat semicircle and a pointed triangle, and there were some "people" between the two lines. Font symbol.

This is a street, Yunivo thought, with a semicircular building and a triangular building.

Where is this?he asks.

The next second, memories came flooding back.

This is Charing Cross, this is Borough Market, this is the church tower.

This is the scenery he has seen.

In room 13 of the Leaky Cauldron.

Why here?he asks.

Go check it out!

An unprecedented impulse came out and said to him: "Just go and see! The answer is right there!"

He couldn't resist the urge, so he ran out in a hurry. Even Ms. Gorrell tried to stop him and say something, but she failed.

When I ran outside, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, which should be the most intense time of the day. However, the sky was still dark, and the light could not penetrate the thick clouds.

"Kingsley! Williamson!" he shouted, but no one responded. Only then did he remember that the two men had gone to the hospital.

Damn it!It just happens to be this time!

He looked up, looking for someone he could trust, and saw Gadwin Robards busy dealing with various matters under a house a little further away.

Light purple notes and paper airplanes stamped with the Ministry of Magic's seal kept flying to his hand and flying away again.

Yunieff sped up and rushed towards Gadwin, shouting loudly as he rushed: "Robards!"

It immediately attracted the attention of many people, and when they saw it was Yunieff, their eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.

Naturally, Gadwin also looked over, but the next second, he continued to deal with the affairs at hand and asked perfunctorily: "What happened, Mr. Gorrell?"

Yunifer grabbed Gadwin's arm and shouted: "Take me to the Leaky Cauldron! Use Apparition! Quick!"

Gadwin was forced to stop what he was doing and said helplessly: "Mr. Gorrell, do you know how much work I have to complete now?"

"But I also have something very important here," Yunivo said.

"What could be more important than upholding the law of confidentiality?" Gadwin said noncommittally.

Yunieff wanted to say it but couldn't. He didn't know what would happen.

Gadwin smiled and said: "It's not that I'm perfunctory with you, but the job at hand is really troublesome. Now most of the Law Enforcement Department is tracking Muggles who may have seen the dragon, and I still have to deal with the accident. The Disaster Department is working hard to coordinate and also pay attention to clues about the dark wizard..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yunieff's little face being solemn and pale.

"Any questions?" he asked.