"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Almost using the last bit of strength on his body, Jon Hart used this "levitation charm".

Flutteringly, he landed on the roof of the fourth floor.

But in the bottom of his heart, there was not the slightest excitement or joy.

Originally, after the magic power was out of control, his body was extremely weak, and he had just forcibly used a levitation charm......

Now, the whole body seems to fall apart at any time.

If he looked in the mirror now, he would surely see that his face was paler than that of a vampire.

The sun is setting in the sky, and night is approaching...... Jon staggered down the stairs and out of the building.

It was as if he would faint at any moment, and he was completely supported by his own willpower.

He can't fall!

The night security in London was not good, and a twelve-year-old boy passed out on the street...... Even if it's summer, you can't rule out that something terrible will happen after one night.

And if the Ministry of Magic staff finds a fainting wizard in front of a building that has just had a magical accident...... It's a good achievement, check your wand with a flashback charm, and then you don't have to read your own book, and you're ready to spend your old age in Azkaban.

In any case, you have to use the last of your physical strength to get to a safe place.

Jon took out another bottle of "Potion of Bravery" and poured it into his mouth.

It has been described in detail in "Powerful Elixir" that continuous use of Brave Elixir will bring serious side effects.

But now, I can't care so much.

Miraculously regaining some strength, Jon regained his spirits.

Then, he walked towards the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

It was the closest, safest place he could think of.

......

"Jon?" Hannah Abbott was sitting at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron, writing her homework.

When she saw the new customers in the bar, she exclaimed in surprise, "Your face ...... Why is it so ugly?"

"I'm driving from Southampton to London......" Jon tried to make his tone as normal as possible, "I seem to get a little motion sickness...... Hannah, do you have any spare rooms here?"

"There should be!" Hannah whispered, "I'll ask my grandfather!"

A minute later, old Tom Abbott was back at the bar: "Sorry, Mr. Hart...... I just ...... in the kitchen."

"I want an empty room and a little rest......," Jon said, bowing his head, "I got some motion sickness on the way to London, and I'm tired now......"

"Okay!" said Old Tom, waving his wand, and a quill pen began to automatically write down what was written in the ledger, "Hannah, take your friend upstairs to room twelve!"

With the last of his strength, he followed Hannah to the upper floors of the Leaky Cauldron.

Walking into the room, Hannah wanted to have a chat with him.

It was discovered that the Hufflepuff student, who was a year below her, had collapsed on the bed, snoring and falling asleep.

......

The next morning, Jon felt a strange ache all over his body.

The whole body is soft, and it is a little difficult to hold a wand.

The backlash caused by the loss of control of the magic and the side effects of taking the Heroic Elixir twice in a row just hope that this backlash doesn't last too long.

Yesterday's accident was a nightmare.

Walking down the stairs with a weak face, he was confronted by Hannah who was cleaning.

"Jon, how did you do that?" Hannah asked, puzzled, "How did you get sick?"

"I've probably had a cold lately......" Jon mumbled.

Walking down the stairs, taking a few pieces of bread and a packet of jam from the closet, he found a table and sat down.

Hannah also put down the broom in her hand, washed her hands, and sat down with breakfast.

"You can try Lady Scarlett's recovery potion!" Hannah's mouth was stuffed with bread, "That is good for colds and some other debilitating diseases, I have half a bottle there, I'll give it to you later!"

"Oh...... Thank you so much!"

Swallowing the mouthful of bread, Hannah Abbott said with a straight face, "Jon, you must not imagine what happened last night!"

"Huh, what happened yesterday?" Jon quickly feigned a curious expression.

Hannah explained contentedly, "Yesterday there was a thief named Anduin Ureon who tried to attack a Muggle in a Muggle inn not far from us?"

Anduin...... Thief?" Jon nearly spat out the bread in his mouth.

"Yes!" Hannah nodded, "Madame Julia Spole, the owner of Spole's magic shop, said that the thief named Anduin Ureon stole her a full four hundred Galleons!"

"Stealing four hundred Galleons......" Jon repeated with some weakness.

"Yes, poor Mrs. Spoh was kept in the dark...... "Hannah said with a mysterious expression, "until yesterday, the thief Anduin, using a powerful black magic in that Muggle inn, tried to attack the Muggles there......"

"Powerful dark magic?" Jon felt that the rumors were getting more and more outrageous.

"That's right, I almost blew up a room...... Luckily there was no one in there!" Hannah said in horror, "Jon probably hadn't been here at the time, I hadn't heard it, and the terrible explosion startled me, and I forgot all the treatise on the burning of witches in the Middle Ages, which I had conceived before." ”

"Sorry...... No, Hannah, and then?" Jon quickly reversed.

"Anduin, the damn thief, has come to us for breakfast a few times!" Hannah said indignantly, "I thought he was quite handsome, but I didn't expect him to be a thief and a dark wizard!"

"What, Jon you just asked...... And then what's going on?" Hannah vented before answering Jon's question, "Of course he ran away! My grandfather said that there must be no simple thing behind this......"

"How could an American dark wizard suddenly leave the country and come to London to cause such chaos? I'm afraid there is the shadow of the American Ministry of Magic behind it, and those damned Yankees have always looked at us wrongly. ”

"Not really......" Jon muttered.

"Of course...... It is said that the Department of International Magical Cooperation has sent people to Washington to lodge a protest!"

Jon took a dull bite of bread.

"And what about the U.S. Department of Magic's reaction?" he asked weakly

"Hmph...... Naturally, they refused to admit it, claiming that this was our slander against them, which is really shameful!"

"yes!" Jon nodded in silence.

But there are many thoughts in my head......

This "accident" won't cause a dispute between the British and American ministries of magic, right?

Wouldn't that have to apologize to the people of the whole country!

......

Taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet, he secretly poured all the hair of the American yellow hair and the compound decoction into the sewer.

If this kind of thing happens, this identity must not be used!