Chapter 493 (1/2)

Arms Digory opened his eyes wide and said, ”Harry? Harry Potter

”Well, yes, sir.” Said Harry.

Harry was used to the curious look people had when they saw him, and they used to look at the scar on his forehead on the road, but it always made him feel uncomfortable.

”Merlin's beard, you're really Harry Potter.” AMS Digory said in disbelief.

”No mistake, Mr. Digory.” Harry patiently said that he was not surprised by the surprising performance of these people, since the first grade.

”Cedric talked about you, of course,” armes said. ”He told us everything he played with you last year I say to you, Cedric, there's something you can tell your grandson in the future, that is, you beat Harry Potter

Harry couldn't think of anything to answer, so he kept silent. Fred and George frowned again, and Cedric looked a little embarrassed.

”Harry fell off his broom, Dad,” he whispered, ”I told you It was an accident... ”

”Yes, but you didn't fall, did you?” Cried Ames happily, patting his son on the back. ”Always so modest, our Cedric is always so gentlemanly But only the best men can win. I'm sure Harry thinks so, right? Eh? One falls off the broom and the other is still on it. You don't have to think about it, but you can tell if it's a better pilot? ”

Mr. Amway, we'll have to wait for his watch again

”No, the family came there a week ago, and the fawcets couldn't get tickets,” Mr. Digory said. ”There's no one else in the area but us.”

”I don't know,” Mr. Weasley said. ”It's only a minute. We have to be ready...”

He took a look at Harry and Hermione, and as for Vaseline, I don't think Mr. Weasley could worry about it.

”All you need to do is touch Borge, and you can do it with one finger...”

With their packed backpacks, nine of them were struggling to squeeze around the old boots armes Digory had taken out.

The cold wind swept over the top of the mountain, and they stood in a tight circle. No one spoke. Harry suddenly thought how strange it would be if a Muggle passed by now and saw them like this! Ten men, two adults, clutching the man's old boots in the twilight of the morning, waiting

”Take my hand, Hermione.” Fanlin suddenly said that he remembered what bad experience would happen if he took the door key for the first time.

”What's the matter?” Hermione didn't understand. She blushed a little. It was too sudden.

”Trust me, give me your hand.” Said Fanlin.

Hermione nodded gently, his right hand in the heart of van Lin's left hand.

Fanlin held the girl's cold hand contentedly, and Hermione would not refuse him.

”Three...” Muttered Mr. Weasley, still looking at his watch, ”two 1... ”

It all happened in a flash: Harry felt as if he was suddenly pulled forward by a hook behind his navel. His feet were off the ground, and he could feel Ron and Ginny on both sides of him, their arms touching him; they were all moving forward and spinning in the wind's roar; his index finger was clinging to the boot as if it were pulling him forward

Spiral into the sky, the magic power is boundless. (Guo Degang's influence comes.)

It's my secondary.

There is a huge whirlpool in the sky. It is the dimensional wall of this world.