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The boy whispered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As he spoke, he took out a wooden stick from his arms and walked towards Qiming, the stick was engraved with some small patterns, which made the stick look much more exquisite.

The boy looked around vigilantly, and saw that all the attention was on Qiming, and no one was paying attention to him, so he took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and recited something in his mouth.

However, before he could finish his recitation, he heard a sharp whistle sound, interrupting his recitation.

In the distance, a white ambulance drove up quickly.

Qiming did not resist and let the surrounding crowd and the doctors who got out of the ambulance help him into the car.

In addition to the doctor, there was also the fat family who drove him into the air, including the boy with the stick.

In the car, the fat man nervously explained the situation to the doctor, while Qiming sat there, letting the doctor fiddle with all kinds of testing instruments on his body.

Qiming looked at the layout of the ambulance, although it was some modern medical equipment, it was obviously a certain gap from the world he was familiar with, and it looked a little outdated.

At this point, Qiming has confirmed that he has come to the world of "Harry Potter".

"It's a coincidence, my favorite ......"

Qiming lay on the bed in the ambulance and muttered.

"Then this boy is ......"

Qiming looked at the thin boy with glasses in the corner of the ambulance.

The space in the ambulance is not small, but Qiming's hospital bed alone occupies at least a third of the space, and there is still an emergency doctor and two nurses, and there is not much space left.

The remaining space was crowded with four people, and as the thinnest of the four, the boy was squeezed into the corner of the car by the other three people who were obviously a family of three, and the boy was trying to curl up his body, which made his presence even lower.

Qiming's forehead was fixed on the hospital bed, and he could only look up and down the boy with his peripheral vision, and on the boy's forehead was a lightning-shaped scar, the scar was not obvious, hidden behind the ends of his hair, but if he looked closely, he could still find it.

"Harry Potter ......"

Qiming said faintly. The sound is not loud, and it can only be barely heard.

The boy sat in the foothills, faintly heard someone calling his name, couldn't help but raise his head, just saw him Qiming looking him up and down, and couldn't help but ask uncertainly:

"Sir, are you calling me?"

Qiming smiled at him, didn't answer, looked away, looked at the roof directly above him again, and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the boy looked puzzled and confused.

The ambulance drove quickly to the nearest hospital, and Qiming was lying on the bed car, and was pushed into the emergency center by a group of doctors in white coats.

......

"Damn, this guy is healthier than mine, what idiot got him to the emergency room?"

Qiming lay on the hospital bed, allowing a group of doctors to do all kinds of examinations on his body. But until the end, there was still no problem detected, and the attending doctor couldn't help but scold.

Harry Potter and the Dursleys waited outside the conservatory, and unlike the worried Dursleys, Harry's mood was a little complicated.

To be honest, he didn't know what expression he should make, happy, frustrated, worried, or neither. So, he could only sit in a row of seats on either side of the hospital corridor with a tangled face, a few seats away from the Dursleys, sitting alone.

"Harry!"

Suddenly, a girl called his name. The voice was all too familiar to him, one of his best friends, the Muggle-born Hermione Granger.

The girl has long brown hair, which looks unkempt, and looks a little messy, and even makes people subconsciously ignore the girl's pretty face.

"Hermione?!Wait a minute, you guys?!"

Harry looked up and was surprised to see that Hermione was not the only one who had arrived.

His best buddies, Ron Weasley, his father, Arthur Weasley, the Weasley twins, George and Fred, and even his godfather, Sirius Black, who he longed for the most. In the form of a dog, of course.

"Wang!"

The big black dog pounced on Harry, and by the time he got closer, he had turned into a scruffy man in tattered clothes and dirty. But through the eyebrows, you can still distinguish the handsome face of this man.

"Be careful, Sirius, there are Muggles here!"

Arthur Weasley reminded in a low voice, as he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the Dursleys to cast the Oblivion Charm.

"What are you going to do?!"

Although he was a little frightened by the wand, Vernon Dursley still stood in front of his family.

"Mr. Weasley! he's mine......... Uncle!"

Reluctantly, Harry spoke up.

"Oh, hello, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Mr. Weasley immediately stepped forward and grabbed Uncle Vernon's hand, shook it vigorously, and apologized repeatedly.

Aunt Vernon's face flushed with rage, but he was speechless, and let Mr. Weasley keep shaking his hand.

"We heard that you drove someone into someone, so we rushed over immediately. ”

On the side, Sirius explained.

"It's pretty quick to know......"

Uncle Vernon muttered.

Harry wasn't surprised, he was used to the magic of the wizarding world.

He looked at his two best friends, Hermione and Ron, and they both stepped up to him and gave him a hug.

Hermione opened her mouth, as if to say something, but before she could speak, the door to the emergency center at the end of the corridor slammed open, and a very handsome young Asian man walked out of the door, followed by a group of doctors and nurses in white coats.

"Sir, you can't do this, we need to do more checks!"

The doctors and nurses behind the young man said anxiously.

Although after examination, Qiming did not have any injuries on his body. But according to the description of the perpetrator, the former was hit by a car and flew seven or eight meters, and then fell heavily to the ground, God knows if there will be any secret injuries.

The previous words of the attending doctor were just a joke, but he never expected to be taken seriously by the patient, of course, in his opinion, this is the case.

Qiming ignored the shouts of the doctors and nurses behind him, stepped forward, came to Harry and the others, and nodded at everyone with a smile.

Everyone made different moves, but the biggest ones were Sirius Black and Arthur Weasley. The two of them took a step forward at the same time, blocking in front of several young people, with serious and dignified faces.

"Harry, stand behind me! Be careful, this man is not simple! Stand behind me!"

Sirius said to the people behind him. When he spoke, he just tilted his head slightly, and did not turn around, his eyes were still firmly locked on Qiming, and he didn't dare to move away.

"This person has such a heavy murderous aura on his body!"

The unintentional hint of murder on Qiming's body made Sirius Brighter, who had been in Azkaban Wizarding Prison for thirteen years and was accustomed to seeing bloody Death Eaters and other vicious criminals, gasp.

Facing Qiming, whether it was him or Arthur Weasley beside him, what he saw was not a person, but as if he was looking at a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.