Harry Potter Blood Hunter

After Mrs. Aikemo left, Browder, who had already learned how to monitor the fireplace, did not directly start to investigate the situation of the Floo network. Instead, he actually controlled the small fireplace to move back and forth in the Floo network. It's fun.

He had never seen such a small fireplace, and it was quite interesting.

And after controlling the small fireplace to move back and forth for a while, Browder finally stopped.

Finally had enough of playing...and also because the sight behind him watching him was gone.

This is the monitoring function that already exists in the monitoring room. People outside can see what the people inside are doing and whether they are slacking off.

Although Browder was playing with great interest just now, in the eyes of others, it looked more like he was working enthusiastically and hard.

I just don't know how long this enthusiasm can last.

After all, the idea that Browder came to gild is not only Mrs. Aikemo, but also everyone else who saw Browder's arrival just now.

It's just that other people don't know that when Browder played casually just now, he really saw something he wanted to see.

It was in the process of moving the small fireplace that Browder saw some of the larger fireplaces in use.

It is a fireplace that suddenly emits a green light, and quickly finds the target fireplace to connect with it. When it is confirmed that the connection is successful, objects or even human bodies will pass through the Floo network through the path of this green light. , reached the opposite side.

It is very vivid and specific, and it should be difficult for Browder to forget.

However, Browder looked at it a few times, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

correct! Browder didn't know why, but he always felt that the working mechanism of Floo Network seemed to be his [Emerald Key].

It's just that although the appearance is similar, the "volume" is too different.

But in terms of mastery, naturally [Emerald Key] is more needed by Browder.

And the green light connecting the two fireplaces didn't last too long, and within ten seconds it would be covered by the colorful lights from the surrounding floo network, thus breaking the path between the two fireplaces.

Not only that, Browder also saw a mass of black mist emerge from one fireplace, and quickly turned into a light arrow and shot straight towards the other fireplace.

Browder guessed that the green light should be the effect of the Floo powder, which can protect objects and humans from being eroded by the power of the Floo powder. It is a protection mechanism.

It's just that this protection doesn't last long.

And the eight groups of black mist in the back are obviously a guy who can use Apparation to move between the fireplaces through the Floo network, but he didn't use Floo powder.

Hmm...it's informative.

But just one or two observations like this can't completely determine the average effect, so Browder needs to continue to observe.

But aimless random observations like Browder's aren't the best. It depends too much on luck, and sometimes the distance is a little far away, so I can't see the specific situation clearly.

So Browder came up with a solution after thinking for a while.

"Cobb!" Browder called out Cobb's name.

Although he was in the Ministry of Magic, Cobb quickly responded to the call and appeared beside Browder.

"Owner!"

Cobb, who had returned to his usual house-elf housekeeper's appearance, bowed to Browder and said, "What's your order, Master?"

Browder nodded, and ordered, "Cobb, ask people to go to the two stores in Diagonal and Hogsmeade respectively, and form small teams of ten people respectively. After 30 minutes, every minute, Let a person fly from one store to another with Floo powder, alternating with each other, and I didn't say stop, so I can't stop!"

"Good master, I promise to complete the task!" Cobb bowed again and disappeared into the small monitoring room.

Browder glanced at the location where Cobb disappeared, then turned around, and began to control the small fireplace to quickly move towards the puff velvet magic toy joke shop in Diagon Alley.

Hey, wouldn't you be able to see the effect of the green light just beginning to appear in the fireplace and the green light from another fireplace with certainty?

This way Browder wouldn't have to search aimlessly for a fireplace that used the Floo network.

Well, this is really the appearance that after having money and power, everything can be done easily!

Browder is very sure that after this observation experiment has more data, he will definitely have a deeper and deeper understanding of the Floo Network.

...

"My parents didn't die in a car accident." An angry Harry couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and said.

"They died in a car accident, you filthy little liar. And you're a burden to Vernon and the others, poor relative," Aunt Maggie screeched, growing irritated by Harry's resistance. Furious, "You rude and shameless guy—"

But suddenly, Aunt Maggie stopped talking, and for a while, it seemed like she couldn't talk.

She seemed to be choking on the words she couldn't express, but her intensity didn't stop. Her flushed face began to swell.

Her small eyes popped out.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, it seemed as if she had inhaled a large amount of air all of a sudden, causing her to expand at a faster rate, causing several buttons in her clothes to break and fly towards the wall with a bang.

The rupture of the girdle around her stomach swelled, and her fingers swelled like salami.

Aunt Maggie is already like a huge inflated balloon!

"Maggie!" At the dining table, the Dursleys were terrified by all this... Although they had seen Harry make objects float when he was angry before, that kind of trick-like thing was different from what he saw now. The change of Aunt Maggie is completely two different feelings.

One is surprise and the other is fear.

And it's not just that. Since it is already a balloon, of course it is going to fly.

Aunt Maggie's body began to lift away from the chair toward the ceiling, she was plump now, like a buoy with pig's eyes. Her arms and legs spread impossibly as she ascended, as if she had suffered a stroke.

"No!" Mr. Dursley grabbed his sister Maggie's foot and tried to pull her off.

But even though he weighed more than two hundred catties, he was almost pulled up again.

Although he was in a strong anger, Harry still controlled himself from doing more uncontrollable behaviors.

He walked out of the dining room, making his way to the cupboard before being stopped, and as he approached, the cupboard opened automatically as if by magic.

Seconds later, he lifted his suitcase by the front door, dashed upstairs, and flung himself under the bed, slamming loose floor tiles to grab the book and his birthday card from the pillow case. He crawled out, grabbed Hedwig's empty cage and dashed back downstairs to the trunk.

This is, Aunt Maggie has already flown out of the dining room, bouncing on the ceiling, flying out of the window in a very scary and funny way.

And Mr. Dursley, who didn't hold him steady, fell from a height of two or three meters, and his trousers became bloody rags.

Seeing that Harry was about to leave, he ran towards Harry regardless of the pain.

"Come back," growled Mr. Dursley. "Come back and be like her!"

But Harry was impulsive already. He kicked open his suitcase, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Mr. Dursley.

"She deserves it," said Harry, breathing rapidly. "She deserves it, and you don't come near me."

Harry couldn't control himself anymore, his eyes gradually turned red with intense anger.

Not only the whites of the eyes, but even the beautiful emerald-like pupils tended to turn red.

Seeing Harry's eyes like this, Mr. Dursley felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into his mind. He lost all thoughts and only fear.

Seeing that Mr. Dursley really didn't move at all, Harry finally controlled the attack in his mind, turned around and walked towards the door again.

"I'm leaving." Harry said, following his wand tightly.

Then, he walked into the dark night, on the quiet street, he lifted the heavy suitcase. Under his arm is the birdcage.

...

Harry put down his suitcase and gasped heavily.

He sat upright, the fire in his heart still raging. He heard his frantic heart beating.

Harry didn't even know why he was so impulsive just now.

Not to bloat Aunt Maggie... that guy deserves it.

The impulse Harry was speaking of was his desire to attack Uncle Dursley just now.

It was as if a sudden tyrannical awareness had popped into his head and told Harry to do it.

But luckily Harry could control himself now and didn't do that.

And sitting in that dark street for about ten minutes, Harry was gripped by a new feeling.

He has never been in such a bad situation, he is helpless, alone in the Muggle world, with nowhere to go, and worst of all, he is enchanted, which means he may be kicked out of Hogwarts Out of school... With such a bad situation just now, he didn't have time to put on the cloak that Browder made him.

And Harry broke the rules for underage wizards... Harry was still laughing at himself strangely, why hadn't any wizard Apparated over where he was sitting.

Thinking about it, Harry shivered, and he looked up and down the street.

What will happen? Will he be arrested? Or will he become a gangster in the wizarding world? Would a group of Aurors suddenly appear and hunt him down?

Harry thought of Rondrake and Hermione, and his heart sank even more.

Harry was pretty sure his friends would help him, whether he was a criminal or otherwise, but he couldn't get in touch with them.

Hedwig is still in the process of delivering the letter!

He had no Muggle money left, and he had a magic golden key in his wallet at the bottom of his suitcase. But his parents left him an inheritance in the vault of the Wizarding Bank in Diagon Alley, unless...

Harry looked at his wand, which he still held tightly in his hand. What should he do if he is expelled from Hogwarts? What if he cast a spell on the suitcase to make it as light as hair, tied it to a broomstick, covered himself with a coat and flew off to London?

In the current dark night, even if he wasn't wearing an invisibility cloak, not many people would notice him.

If he reaches the Diagonal, then he can withdraw his money from the vault, and... begin his wandering life.

It was a terrible prospect, but he couldn't sit here forever, and if the police interrogated him why he went out in the middle of the night with a spell book and a broom, he couldn't explain it.

Harry opened the suitcase again, and he pushed the contents aside to see if there was anything that could help his situation.

But at this moment, Harry suddenly stood up and looked around him again.

There was a itchy feeling on the back of Harry's neck, and Harry's sixth sense told him that someone was watching him right now.

But the street was deserted, not even the street lights by the big houses.

Harry bent down again to look at his suitcase, but immediately stood up again, his wand still gripped tightly.

This time Harry felt with certainty that someone or something was standing on the path between the car behind him and the railing.

Harry squinted at the path, and if it moved he'd know it was a cat or something.

Harry muttered about trying to say the lumo spell, but he didn't know if he should make a mistake or not.

But just as Harry was thinking this, the light on the end of his wand suddenly lit up.

In desperation, Harry still raised his wand to shine it on, and the wall made of pebbles suddenly lit up.

Harry saw it, a big, broad, shiny silhouette clearly emerging from the path.

A big black dog! At least half a person tall!

Harry could see the light reflecting off its eyeballs.

But strangely, although Harry was still a little surprised, he wasn't that scared.

Come on, he's a wizard! He is still a wizard who thinks he is not weak anymore.

And... Harry's sixth sense told Harry that the big black dog had no intention of hurting him.

But just when Harry was about to step forward to have a look at the big black dog, it was as if a band played a deafening piece of music, and a huge sound came from far and near.

Harry covered his eyes with his hands to block the glare of the glare, but he still couldn't see anything clearly.

Harry yelled, and a huge car with bright headlights stopped with a screech.

Harry looked up and saw that it was a purple bus with three floors, looming in the thin air.

On the left windshield of the bus, "Knight Bus" is written in golden letters.