Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Robert flew with George over the outer walls of the castle.

This is not a beautiful thing. If there is a little witch sitting behind him, he might be a little proud, but if it is a man, Robert feels that no good thoughts will emerge.

Especially since the other party is thin and tall, he is very intimidating.

On the other hand, George was also a little worried. After all, he usually flew alone. Now it was a bit scary for two people to fly up together!

Especially, the driver is still a scumbag...

Robert expressed dissatisfaction with this, "If I had flown slower just now, you two would have been able to wear candied haws. Now you have the nerve to say that I am not flying well?"

George had nothing to say and could only twist his hips to express his dissatisfaction.

His movement caused the entire broom to shake violently, and Robert almost let go and threw himself out.

Robert's head is full of black lines, you bastard, you must have done it on purpose! What kind of trouble would it be to do such a dangerous action at high altitude?

He has already heard the whine of the broom! And wind pressure! Wind pressure!

Do you think I'm singing? No! I'm talking about how windy it is! If I move any more, I won't be able to hold the steering wheel! I mean a broom handle!

Huh?

Robert was stunned for a moment, feeling that the direction the wind was blowing seemed a little wrong. He turned back to look at George in confusion, "Do you feel that the wind down there is a bit strong?"

George looked at him expressionlessly, spread his hands, and nodded, "You can be more confident and get rid of it!"

While they were joking, the two of them saw the thick fog below being stirred up by something unknown. The smoke was like small beasts that had seen some dangerous creatures, and they fled towards the distance.

It's a pity that the clouds and fog are still too thick. Even if they disperse a lot, the visibility still does not exceed 100 meters.

Vaguely, the screams could indeed be heard, but this time Robert heard clearly that it was not the screams of the broom...

But...

"Speaking of which, this wailing sounds very familiar." Robert frowned, "Where have you heard it?"

George explained seriously, "If I heard correctly, this is what Fred looked like when he screamed."

The two looked at each other, and an unpleasant feeling rose from the soles of their feet and went straight to their foreheads, making them tremble while sitting on the broom.

"I feel something is not good." Robert said, "How about we run away!"

George nodded in agreement, "That's right."

Then the two of them stopped talking nonsense, drew an "S" in the air with their brooms, and flew high into the sky, several times faster than before.

Generally speaking, flying straight is faster, but at high altitudes where the wind is very noisy, especially high in the snowy mountains, if you dare to fly like this, the snowy mountains will dare to tell you what the fury of madness is!

The crackling wind hit their faces, and Robert and George felt as if their hairstyles were out of control.

But now is not the time to keep the image alive. The wind pressure coming from below is getting stronger and stronger. If they don't fly up, the chaotic airflow below may blow them away. By then, they will not be able to fly up to the castle. It's a matter of whether it will be blown beyond the snow-capped mountains!

Then they are really in trouble. Want to take two people to the top of the snow with a broom?

Give me a break.

The broom can only carry 2 people, but that doesn’t mean it can really carry two people for hundreds of kilometers!

This is a "trump card" that can only be used in emergencies. Regular use will speed up its scrapping! Broom lovers will never allow their brooms to be treated so violently!

"Work harder, man!" George shouted, "I can see the end of the wall! If we just push harder, we'll be saved!"

Robert rolled his eyes angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm sitting in front of you, I didn't even see the top of the city wall, where did you see it!"

George patted his chest and assured, "You have to believe me! As a batsman's intuition! I can definitely feel it! We are very close to the ground!"

"Are you kidding me?" Robert's voice changed. "We are several thousand meters in the air and you told me we are very close to the ground. Doesn't that mean we are falling crazily?"

George was choked. He originally wanted to say that was impossible, but he became a little unconfident, "No way?"

"What?" Robert didn't look back, but still held on to the broom handle, struggling with the strong wind and flying upward, which made his shout a little broken.

George, who was about to say something, inadvertently looked down, and immediately shouted in panic, "I mean! Below! The things below are catching up!!!!"

Robert had no idea why he was so excited, and out of curiosity, he glanced down.

In the rolling clouds and mist, he saw a pair of huge scarlet eyes staring at him. At that moment, Robert felt that the hair on his body stood on end and his soul was about to be scared away.

"Gudu." He swallowed. Oh my god, this momentum was even stronger than when he faced the fire dragon and the basilisk! What kind of monster is it! He had no impression at all!

Raising his head again, the snow-white city walls appeared in his sight. His joy dispersed the fear in his heart, and Robert shouted, "George! We are almost there! We are almost back to the castle! Have you seen these white walls? ?Castle Square is right up there!”

However, George's voice became more anxious. He shouted, "Quick, quick, quick! I think the guy behind is getting faster again!"

"Damn it, do you think this is a Firebolt? If you speed it up again, it can keep company with the previous Nimbus 2000 in the utility room!" Robert shouted angrily, "Who the hell is that guy at the back! Why? Are you chasing us all the time? Did you two take other people's things without me knowing?"

George shouted helplessly, "That's impossible! We were almost scared to death when we fell. There would be no small movements! And, is Fred still down there?"

"Don't worry, George." Robert said calmly, "Fred must have passed away!"

George became even more helpless, "Don't say that, Robert, we still have to go take a look..."

"Let's talk about that kind of thing after we are safe!" Robert shouted, "What's wrong? I feel like the broom is a little out of control!"

As he spoke, Robert felt that the stick under his butt began to shake violently. The source was George. Could this bastard be moving dishonestly again?

"No, it's not me!" George shouted, his hands tightly grasping the wooden handle, and he screamed in fear, "It's the wind below, the wind brought by that thing is getting stronger and stronger!"