Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 417 Wizards and Muggles

  A rumble broke the silence of the forest. Ron Weasley was so scared that he was shocked, and Buckbeak also raised his head vigilantly.

"Oh, my God." Ron murmured. He walked in front of Buckbeak. As the night darkened, the fog became thicker and thicker. If you are too far away, it will disappear without a trace, but if you are careful If you look at it, you can still see the outline of something in the fog.

  It was a huge, creeping thing, which looked very much like a spider.

   "Fluorescence flashes!"

As his wand was lit, there was a strong light on the opposite side. Ron subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands. After he could adapt to the strong light, he carefully distinguished it. The monster in the dark turned out to be the Ford Unger. Leah sedan.

  "Are you here to rescue me?" Ron asked the car, which rang twice, turned its head and drove in the other direction.

  "Boom boom"

  It seemed that Ron was not following, and the Ford roared impatiently.

   "Let's go and take a look."

  Ron told Buckbeak that they quickened their pace and followed behind the Ford.

  It’s very risky to enter the forest rashly, but the Anglia car seemed to be showing him the way. They carefully avoided the clumps of thorns, and from time to time some flying night birds fluttered above their heads with their wings flying.

  Ron walked along the tracks of the wheel, and the wand was pointing around. There were a lot of rubbish. There were bags of Muggle food on the branches and the ground. There were occasionally one or two abandoned tents. It seemed that some people had lived here.

   "Damn it, what is this place?" Ron whispered. He could feel the suffocating darkness, like a curse.

  The Ford led him to move forward. The giant trees that looked like they grew up in the prehistoric era disappeared, the trees gradually became normal, and the debris on the ground became more.

  He staggered, looking back at Buckbeak, as if he was hoping to ride on its back, but Buckbeak was very interested in the mice and stretched out his sharp paws to step on them from time to time.

   "Who's there!" a person asked in a clear voice, his voice accompanied by the sound of the gun barrel being loaded, enough to deter anyone with malicious intentions.

  Ron was slightly surprised.

   "Muggle?" He said, Auror's experience has exposed him to a lot of things, including knowing this Muggle weapon—the gun.

   "Don't be nervous, Dylan." A woman said, "You call us Muggles. Are you a wizard?"

"who are you?"

  Ron was puzzled, and saw a man and a woman in the thick fog. Two men in black dressed like Death Eaters appeared. The woman's leg seemed to be injured and he needed a man's support to walk.

   "Wow, brother, what is after you?" The Muggle with rivets all over his body stared at Buckbeak and asked.

   "You shouldn't be here." Ron said, "Quickly leave."

   "We want to go too, but where are we now?" the lame woman asked, "Can you help us?"

  Ron stared at them without speaking, and at the same time the Anglia speeded away, obviously its purpose had been achieved.

   "What do you want to hunt?" Ron said with his wand pointing at their shotgun.

   "Deer or rabbit, don't worry, we won't hurt you."

  Ron turned and wanted to leave.

   "Please, help us." The Muggle begged.

   "Stay here, I will find someone to rescue you when I am out of danger." Ron said mercilessly.

   "What do you want?" The Muggle man asked, "We can make a deal."

   "Do you have anything to eat?" Ron asked.

   "Yes!" the male Muggle said immediately.

  "Put down your gun, and the things behind you, stand where I can see you."

   "Do as he said, Dylan!" said the Muggle woman.

The male Muggle named Dylan put down his gun and guitar case, and then walked a few steps away. Ron came to the female Muggle at this time, her left leg calf was stained with dried blood. After turning brown, Ron cut open her jeans with a cutting curse and saw a **** wound that turned out.

   "What hurt you?" Ron asked.

  "A plant." The female Muggle said helplessly, "How can plants move."

   "That is a magic plant, do you remember what it looks like?"

   "I don't remember, we were running." The female Muggle said, "Is it bad?"

   "It's better to go to the hospital early." Ron used a magic wand to cast a healing spell on her wound, and the scars scarred after a short while.

   "Food." Ron reached out to the male Muggle, and Dylan opened the guitar case, which contained an unfinished roast chicken wrapped in tin foil.

  Ron took the roast chicken and immediately gobbled it up. Even if it was cold, the oil had solidified and looked very greasy.

  The female Muggle stood up with Dylan’s support and tried to walk for two steps. Then she let go of Dylan's hand and walked boldly, looking like a normal person.

   "Thank you." The female Muggle walked to Ron's side and stretched out her hand. "My name is Anna Wood, and his name is Dylan Ernest, what do you call it."

   "Whatever you want." Ron said coldly, not looking at Anna's outstretched hand at all, looking very rude.

   "A wizard can't hunt." Anna looked at Ron and asked with interest.

   "Not everything can be eaten in this forest." Ron ate the roast chicken with relish, and threw the unclean chicken bones to Buckbeak.

  "You raised it?" Anna looked at Buckbeak and asked.

   "No." Ron said vaguely.

  Everyone was silent, only Ron chewed.

  "Why are you running?" After finishing the roast chicken, Ron wiped his greasy hands on his clothes.

   "Bugs, they are running after us." Anna said, it seemed that she was the one in the duo who said the words.

   "That's definitely not a bee." Dylan said.

   "How did you bother them?"

  "The prey on the edge of the forest was basically all hunted. We planned to try our luck in the depths of the forest. We accidentally hit their lair when we shot." Anna said, "What are you doing, wizard?"

   "Stay away from me." Ron warned the Muggle girl who was leaning over.

  "Are you hunting too?" Anna looked at Ron with fascinating eyes.

   "Eight-eyed spiders." Ron Gu do calmly said to Anna, "they are the size of a car."

   "Are you serious? Brother?" Dylan said with a sneer, and Ron smelled the scent of a rich young master as spoiled as Draco Malfoy.

   "Do you want to see it?" Ron said unconvinced.

   "Of course." Dylan agreed without hesitation.

   "Then follow." Ron despised the shotgun in their hands and said, "This thing is useless to it."

   "Then what's useful?" Anna asked curiously.

   "Fire, do you have gasoline?" Ron asked the two.

  "I have it in my car." Dylan said, "but we have to go out of the forest to find it."

   "If you see a balbo tuber, it is a magical plant that looks like a slug. Collect its pus and ignite it with fire."

  Ron used a mouse caught by Buckbeak and turned it into a kettle. Anna's eyes were shining, and the look in Ron's eyes was full of admiration.

  "Are you Merlin?" Anna said excitedly.

"No, but I did defeat a terrible dark wizard. Have you heard of Voldemort? I destroyed a very powerful dark magic item..." Ron babbled to Anna that everyone in the wizarding world knows everything. The story is that the protagonist who destroyed the Horcrux became himself, Harry Potter and Hermione became supporting actors, and Anna Wood listened with interest, and Dylan Ernest's face became extremely ugly.

   "You are bragging." The handsome but thin Dylan said sarcastically.

   "If you meet other wizards, you can just ask me if I lie!"

  The two looked at each other in disgust for a while, and finally turned their eyes away.

  Some people are born to hate each other forever.

The three of them walked in the low bushes with one deep foot and one shallow foot, followed by a eagle-headed horse-winged beast, like a group of free hunters, shuttled in the forbidden forest, and soon in the thick fog. Disappeared.

  (End of this chapter)