As an innocent passerby, Casto had the feeling of being hit by a car while crossing an intersection. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Probably this is not very accurate.

She was supposed to be a cannonball, slammed into his arms.

That's no problem.

Casto was ready for the onslaught when he saw the wolf's eyes—he had read about werewolves and understood their bravery—but he couldn't help but let his guard down when he realized that the other was a young, innocent girl.

No matter what she says, she's just a little girl, she can't be stronger than herself, right?

It's a no-brainer.

So he was knocked out of the way, and landed heavily on the snow, rolling with her.

Moreover, she seemed to be trying to avoid him, but only had time to turn sideways slightly.

As a result, Casto didn't end up in the snow in the middle of the road - his back slammed into the stone wall of the alley.

A pile of snow on the wall that was watching the excitement was caught off guard, fell down, and buried them underneath.

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There was almost silence, and wheezing could be heard.

"Nice to meet you." Casto looked down at the girl in his arms.

Although they were buried under the snow and it was pitch black all around, there were dark green eyes blinking in the darkness.

"You're so heavy." Casto greeted her again.

As soon as he said it, he regretted it. For he suddenly remembered that he had learned the taboo of conversation—but that was what he felt in his heart now.

It's like holding a lump of lead.

She didn't say anything, but jerked to her feet, and the gloomy, snowflake sky returned to his eyes. The black-robed girl got out of the snow - and then he was mercilessly buried in the snow again.

He waited patiently, for he heard more than one voice.

The stumbling footsteps in the distance approached. Someone passed by this pile of snow in the shadows.

"Fluorescent flickering." The voice was dull, "Footprints, this way!" ”

"What was snatched?"

"Jin Feixia."

Someone suddenly quickened his pace and ran past Castor's hideout.

Casto held his breath and listened quietly until he poked his head out at one point and watched the last dark shadow disappear around the corner.

"Wrap around," Casto laughed, "I'll leave this easy job to me." ”

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Casto walked down the dark alleyway, surveying the shops on either side.

The shops on both sides are still so eerie, but those evil exhibits seem to be separated by glass in another world.

After moving my body for a while, the familiar feeling returned.

That feeling of boiling blood insulates the chill of a snowy day.

He stopped for a few moments in front of the window of a shop called Bogin-Bock, playing with a silver dagger in his hand, and then met the black-robed girl.

"Hello, see you again." He greeted with ease.

She ran as fast as she could, looking panicked, and looked stunned when she saw him.

Because the road was straight, she managed to stop in front of Casto, making a long trajectory in the snow behind her.

Castor breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"They didn't catch up, I thought ......," she stopped.

Casto stared at her suspiciously, then realized. She seemed to be worried that she had attracted their attention and had taken the hurt in her place.

"Thank you very much for your concern," he said, "and it's all settled." ”

"You're alone?"

She didn't believe it. Although the boy was okay with his own blow, it only meant that they were physically equal. He didn't dare to confront three real wizards, and he was not much different in age than himself.

"yes, backstab. Strength plus a little skill," Castor put away the silver dagger and showed her three wands of varying lengths with a little smugness, then noticed the girl's expression, "Oh I didn't kill them, just knocked them out and took the wand." ”

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her face returned to calm.

"Haven't you opened the cage yet?"

Casto noticed her bosom. Through the gap in the cage, a golden bird can be seen. Its body is round and round, its mouth is particularly elongated, and its ruby eyes are shining. As in the book, the joints of its wings rotate flexibly, changing the direction of its flight with incredible speed and skill.

It was still trying to break out of its cage intently, but speed didn't do anything to hold it down.

Noticing that someone was watching it, Kim Flyer gave Casto a pitiful look.

The girl immediately handed the cage to Castor.

"I can't open it," she said simply, her voice hoarse, "it's just an ordinary cage, but it's reinforced by magic." ”

She was stunned.

Today she inadvertently broke the deal. So she followed them all the way to Tumbledown Alley, took out the black robe she had with her, and snatched the cage containing the Golden Flyer.

Then, on her way to escape, she knocked down a boy who was wandering in Tumbledown Alley.

Theoretically, there aren't many good people on Tumble Alley.

But he has the same strength as her, the same age.

This gave her a strange sense of trust, so she didn't think much about it and handed the cage to Casto.

Even the Golden Flying Man in the cage is very rare, with extremely precious feathers and eyes. Such a protected breed even allowed Quidditch matches to replace the Golden Snitch with the Golden Snitch.

Casto looked down, not paying attention to the girl who was staring at him.

He re-reached for his dagger and picked at the iron tendon at a strange angle.

"Strength, plus a little skill." He was even more proud.

The little Golden Flying Man squeezed out of the cage urgently. It cried gratefully, and danced in a golden, circular trajectory over the two of them—even faster than the Golden Snitch in Castor's Quidditch illustration—and the two of them looked up to catch its trajectory, but in vain.

Like a blessing, like a farewell, and then really turned into a golden light, through the snow curtain, to the distance.

The two watched side by side in the snow as it disappeared.

"You're the kind of ...... A special werewolf? The girl couldn't help but break the silence.

"No," Casto replied in amazement, "but what's your name?" ”

The girl's face turned pale. She lowered her head, hesitant.

"Vega. Scamman. When Casto thought she wasn't going to speak, the girl answered honestly.

"Hello Vega, I'm Casto. Blake," said the boy, "are you going to go shopping in Diagon Alley now?" ”

Vega was stunned. Her grandfather is indeed still waiting for her at home, and she has already delayed too much time.

"Then come with me," Casto said, walking back to himself, "maybe you can help me pick a gift." ”

The girl still seemed to hesitate about something, but still followed in the footsteps of the dark-haired boy in the red sweater, walking one after the other in the Tumbledown Alley.

It's like chasing a candle in the abyss.