Love and reason still prevail over the former.

Angelina hesitated for a moment, then led them out of the lounge and headed for the rest room at the Quidditch training ground.

There's the newest broom, the Halo 2002.

Harry turned upstairs and went back to get his firebolts.

About ten minutes passed.

The last group met at the Quidditch pitch.

Luna held up a new, streamlined broomstick and looked at it carefully.

"It's cold. ”

Hermione stood on the grass, shivering uncontrollably and muttering.

She looked through the deep mist and looked at her companions, who were all holding their arms, shivering.

"What the hell, is it so cold in the morning?" grumbled Ron.

Their heads were groggy and they felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.

I am no longer optimistic about the future, maybe I can't come back.

"Divine Guard!" Hermione immediately summoned her Patronus, and the silver-white owl flew around her, and she immediately felt the weight of her heart lift.

Luna tilted her head, her grey eyes looking intently at the sky above the Quidditch pitch as if there was something there.

Then she closed her eyes and felt a little dizzy.

They endure the discomfort.

At this time, the sky not far away had just turned a hint of fish belly white, and they were ready to set off from here, flying over the Forbidden Forest to avoid people's eyes and ears.

"I choose to trust you now. Angelina said word for word to her boyfriend.

"Thank you. ”

Fred and Angelina hugged.

"Came back in full. She offered to kiss Fred on the cheek.

"Of course. Fred narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Harry gripped his firebolt, he hadn't used a broomstick in a long time, and he felt the excitement of the firebolt in his hand.

It's rare to see the light from under the dark bed.

Several people stepped on their broomsticks and set off.

They've been delayed for a long time.

The brooms began to rise, and they were at higher and higher heights, and faster and faster.

The discomfort quickly disappeared as soon as they left the court.

They flew over the grounds of Hogwarts and over the Forbidden Forest, the towering, twisting branches of the trees and the occasional fluttering birds in between.

The cold air lapped against their cheeks, and the oncoming wind slashed across their faces like a sharp blade.

Several people consciously lined up in a row.

According to Fred and George, this reduces their physical exertion.

Maybe it's because I learned a little bit of Muggle physics.

The Hogwarts castle beneath him shrank until it looked back and became a black dot.

They crossed rolling mountain peaks, flew past village after village, and then on the Muggle-built road, a lone car sped through the hills along the winding mountain road on the way home.

They weave through the clouds.

Luna even closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, and let go of her grip on her hands, shaking rhythmically.

"Is this what it's like to fly high in the sky? It's fun. She muttered to herself.

Year 1 flying lessons, and Quidditch competitions, were a very different experience compared to their current heights.

The whistling wind drowned out her light voice.

But Hermione, who was right behind her, sensed her excitement.

Those who don't know may think she's traveling.

She saw the girl in front of her waddling on a broomstick.

By the way, I'm very worried about Luna's safety

Then Luna did another very bold act.

She changed her flying posture in mid-air, slowly pressed down the front end of the broomstick, carefully and slowly lifted her slender right leg, her body maintained a tendency to lean to the right, slowly bypassed the broomstick, and finally closed suddenly, and then her legs were tightly side by side, turning into a posture of sitting on the broomstick.

Hold the middle of the broom firmly with both hands.

The long golden-gray hair, dancing with the oncoming air, looks extremely unrestrained.

Hermione herself suspected that she was watching an aerial acrobatics.

The wind was blowing so hard that she suspected that when she was back on the ground, perhaps the curls had been straightened and become cautious.

Luna, however, didn't care.

This girl is really capable of doing amazing things at any time.

The girl was also humming some strange tunes.

There is a fundamental difference between flying high and low in a Quidditch match.

And Hermione rarely participates in this kind of activity except for flying lessons.

So Hermione leaned down, holding the top of her broomstick, and grasped it very firmly, and followed them in a proper manner.

The sky gradually brightened, and the pale cyan sky was smeared with a layer of pink paint, and a faint golden-red glow overflowed below.

As the light grew brighter and brighter, they had to slow down, and when the sky was still dark, they even used a rope charm to tie their wands to the front of their broomsticks, and then used fluorescent flashes to illuminate them.

But now, the dazzling light affected them again, and the harsh sunlight began to sting their glasses.

I don't know how long they flew, but when the sun was about to rise above them, they saw a large complex of buildings, a modern city composed of steel jungles and high-rise buildings.

Muggle cars, shuttling through the city, the streets, full of tourists.

The pale blue glass on the upper floors of the tall office building reflects the light of the sun.

They began to slow down, descending, and finally stopped on the rooftop of a Muggle company near their destination.

It was deserted, the concrete floor was solid and hard, except for a few pigeons standing on the rusty railings, looking at the wizards who had come from afar.

Probably an abandoned building.

The elevator that stopped on the top floor was broken.

George and Fred lingered on the upper floor for a while, then pointed to the unopened iron door and asked, "What is this?" and pressed the descending button.

No response.

Empty companies, of course, cut off the electricity.

"It's called an elevator. Hermione replied quickly, and walked down the stairs.

"Alaho Cave Open!" the group ran all the way to the door, and Hermione decisively used a spell to open the firmly locked glass door.

"Where shall we go now?" asked Luna politely and with interest, sounding more like a fun day trip.

Out of nowhere, Hermione conjured up a map of the neighborhood, spread it out in her hand, glanced at it, and then recalled her knowledge.

"We're going to find a phone booth, it's around here. Hermione said quickly.

Then he pointed in a southeasterly direction.

"It's over there, a block over. With that, she pulled her legs and walked over there, and the others followed.

The Ministry of Magic, in the heart of London.

The group began to run down the street, except for the occasional glance from Luna to the occasional glance at the strange graffiti on the nearby walls.

It seems that those wild ideas are to her liking.

Five minutes later.

A tattered phone booth appeared before their eyes.