People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"Okay, now that we've come to this." Bajir shrugged. "I'll go online first. Madison and the others are chatting with me privately."

"Call me when you get on the bus, and listen together—"

Bella was so excited that she raised her hands high, "Love Story!"

"Yeah." Bajir nodded.

The next second, his figure disappeared in the room.

"Why is it so dark?" Bagir frowned as he watched the community space transformed into a dark aquarium style.

Looking around, Madison, Zoe, Sophie, and Beatrice were all dressed in dark Gothic style.

Staring at him intently.

and also

"Hi!" Ariana, wearing a flowing white robe embroidered with light green patterns, suddenly came online.

She had a bright smile on her face, like the warm sunshine in winter, breaking the silence in the room.

"What!" Madison sighed.

“We wanted to interrogate him.” Zoe’s chubby face puffed up.

Sophie put the pan down.

Beatrice took a small fan and fanned her face, as if to blow away the bad luck.

"Bagir wouldn't lie. We can just ask him directly." Ariana hugged Bagir's arm and rubbed it against him, like a friendly and lively golden retriever.

"Yes," Baqir nodded seriously, with a serious face, "I will not lie."

"Okay, sweetheart." Madison approached with the seductive gait of a model walking on a catwalk.

He tapped Bajir's chest with his finger, "Did you give it to him?"

Zoe narrowed her eyes and glanced at Basil's lower body. "I don't think something is right."

Sophie's fingertips glowed green, and when she held them between her eyebrows, her entire face turned a pale green.

However, her target did not seem to be Bajir.

"Where's Bella? We are a group, how can she be absent?"

Beatrice glanced at Sophie with disdain. Without saying a word, her body glowed with light and she clenched her delicate little fists.

She looked weak, but with her talent [Radiant] and her body trained by the body transformation magic she found in the library, her fists could easily crush a person's skull.

Now, she wanted to crack Bella's head.

Baqir looked around and said, "Don't be too extreme."

"Especially you, Sophie. The Cruciatus Curse cannot be used on anyone casually."

"And you, Beatrice, put your fist down. I know how powerful it is. Just as powerful as your legs, which squeeze my back so hard."

"What do you mean?" Madison pulled Zoe over and said, "We are different from those country girls."

"We are the most caring." Zoe nodded.

"What?" The green light on Sophie's fingertips went out.

She and Beatrice both suppressed their disgust for each other and leaned against each other, "We are very caring."

"Then let me ask." Ariana tilted her head, "Did Sister Bella sneak away successfully?"

"The thing you care about is still there," said Bagir.

"Ah~" Madison was crestfallen, "Which means that except for the last step, everything is gone, sweetheart."

Sophie's fingertips glowed green again.

The delicate fist reappeared.

This time, with a crack, the wooden table broke into pieces.

The whites of Zoe's eyes turned black.

Invisible mental power also appeared, causing the iron bookshelf next to it to make a grinding sound.

Ariana's beautiful blue pupils also began to be surrounded by black smoke.

"I have something to do. I won't bother you for now! Bella is calling me."

Bajir's figure disappeared.

The next moment.

Black smoke swept everything, and all the furniture and decorations lost gravity and began to float.

The green Razer sizzled.

Everything around Zoe and Madison crumbles to dust.

Beatrice swung her fist, and the huge snake sculpture that flew in front of her shattered with a bang, and shot out at an even faster speed towards the rough stone wall.

In the huge truck with a lightbulb-shaped cab, Ribera listened to the song and shook her head.

The drizzle falling on the glass could not disturb her mood.

She ignored the faint smell of tobacco, gasoline, and menthol lingering around the upholstered leather seats, and the loud noise of the engine idling.

Today, a handsome wizard boy who looks like an elf prince from another world will appear beside her.

"Hello, Bella." The boy with golden hair blinked his blue eyes, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

But there was one thing Bella recognized, sympathy.

Instantly, Bella's heart skipped a beat.

She asked tentatively, "Are you okay? Are they not angry?"

Baqir patted Bella's shoulder and said, "Let's have a good meal at noon today. It's my treat."

Bella's body stiffened, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, and steered it towards the school.

Another World, exterior of the village of Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England.

Harry got into the car just as stiffly.

However, he was not the one driving.

"Ron, are we really going to 12 Grimmauld Place (which hadn't become the base of the Order of the Phoenix and hadn't been cast under the Fidelius Charm)?"

"Besides, can you really drive? Why don't we call Fred and George, they will definitely be willing to do so."

Ron gripped the steering wheel confidently. "Don't you want to see Sirius? Mom and Dad are not here. Tsk, it seems that Bill's unwillingness to disturb him by our going to Egypt has some benefits."

"Fred and George? Aren't you afraid they'll start arguing again? Really, why isn't that Angelina a twin?"

As he spoke, Ron pressed a small silver button on the dashboard.

Their car disappeared—and so did they.

Harry could feel the vibration of the seat, could hear the engine, could feel his hands in his lap, his glasses on his nose, he could see everything.

But all that was left of him was a pair of eyes, floating a few feet above the ground, over the flat, chicken-feathered yard of the shabby dwelling.

"Take off," Ron's voice said to his right.

The flat ground began to sink, and the shadows of the dilapidated garage, the fat brown chickens pecking at food, the high-top leather boots thrown by the gate, the rusty crucible, and the crooked shabby house gradually shrank.

It disappeared after a while.

The car rose higher and higher, and in a few seconds there was only a dark pattern of fields and clumps of trees - the whole village of Ottery St. Catchpole spread out below them.

Even now, Harry was still a little hesitant. "I still don't think it's a good idea. How should I tell Sirius when the time comes?"

"I ignored you before because I thought you were a bad person."

"I'm coming to you now because you haven't written to me for several days, which is very unusual."

"Listen, isn't this ridiculous?"

"That's really strange," Ron replied casually as he looked for directions to London.

"But Sirius will understand. He'll be happy."

"Even if you took Polyjuice Potion and turned into Snape, with his hooked nose and greasy hair, Sirius would hug you if he knew it was you, not to mention that you just said something weird."

"You -" Harry was about to say something else when there was a sudden poof and the car, Harry and Ron reappeared.

"Oops," said Ron, poking at the invisible booster, "there's something wrong with the switch -"

Harry forgot his hesitation and joined Ron in punching the button.

The car disappeared, but soon reappeared with a flicker.

"Hold on!" Ron yelled, and he stepped on the accelerator. They shot straight into the low cotton-like clouds, and everything became dim and blurry.

"What now?" asked Harry, feeling a little dazzled by the clouds pressing in from all sides.

"We need to see Stoat Mountain to know which direction to go," said Ron.

"Better go down--quickly--"

They descended back below the clouds, turned their bodies and squinted their eyes to search the ground.

"There!" Harry shouted, startling Ron. "Right up ahead!"

In front of us is the village, and behind us is the shadow of the house of the particularly pretty girl in the paper shop. The mountain that rises into the clouds and is full of rabbit holes is Stoat Mountain.

Just follow the winding road behind the mountain and you will reach London.

"Really? That scared me." Ron checked the compass on the dashboard and said, "Aren't you quite positive now? Well, we just need to take a look every half hour. Sit tight..."

The car hurtled into the clouds.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 146 The Corpse Transformed into a Spirit

Harry really forgot all his hesitation now.

After finding their way, they rushed into the blinding sunlight.

This is another world.

The wheels flew across the soft sea of ​​clouds,

Under the dazzling white sun, the sky is bright blue and boundless.

"Now all we have to do is watch out for the planes," said Ron.

They looked at each other and started laughing, and couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

They seemed to have entered a mythical dreamland.

This, Harry thought, was surely the best way to travel: in a sun-filled car, driving through swirling, towering clouds, with a bag of toffee under the dashboard, and imagining Sirius's surprise when they magically dropped from the sky and came to a steady stop at Grimmauld Place.

Didn't Sirius always think that he was too honest and not like a father?

After seeing this, Harry bet Sirius would never think so again.

They kept flying westward, checking the direction of the road every once in a while, and seeing a different scene every time they descended.

The village of St. Catchpole was soon left far behind, replaced by a beautiful, winding coastline and lush, green valleys.

Then there are the ancient monasteries built on isolated islands, the open-air theaters carved out of the cliffs, and the quaint little fishing villages.

"This is Cornwall, we could have gone straight south across the English Channel to London."

"But I can't find the direction to fly south."

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Ron's voice suddenly came to Harry's ears.

Although he couldn't see Ron's expression, he could hear a hint of uneasiness in it.

"What do you want to say?"

"I think," Ron paused, "I think we might be late getting to London."

"Nothing," Harry said, running his hand through the clouds, "What's the big deal, this is so much fun. I was worried about arriving early."

However, after a few hours, Harry had to admit that some of the fun was wearing off.