Hogwarts from another world

Hogwarts in Another World Volume 111 The Mysterious Box Matthew Wakefield only felt the cool night breeze blowing his hair; at the same time, his robes were blowing behind him The ground is fluttering

The feeling of sitting on a broomstick was actually quite ordinary; at least Matthew didn't feel as comfortable as riding on a hippogriff.

Looking down, the square streets of London were getting farther and farther away from them and then quickly shrunk into a shimmering black board.

Mr. Shafiq has been directing them to move forward. Sometimes the cold wind suddenly rises and sometimes falls suddenly. The cold wind in London blows from time to time. The cold air at night in London even stung Matthew's eyes and made him burst into tears.

Matthew didn't know how far they flew. He only knew from his watch that they had been in the sky for almost an hour.

Judging from the darkness on the ground, they must have left the city of London.

"It should be right here," Mr. Shafiq ordered again: "Let's land."

The two broomsticks began to swoop down, and Matthew quickly grabbed the broom handle tightly.

They flew lower and lower, and finally Matthew could clearly see the car lights and street lights, as well as the big chimneys on the roadside.

Finally, they stepped off the broom on a piece of messy and barren grass in the middle of a small square.

Matthew looked around and was sure that they had arrived at a Muggle town that was far away from London and very remote.

"It's only 12:10 now, we're five minutes early." Mr. Shafiq said as he looked at his watch.

He sat down on the grass, breathing heavily. Such a long flight made this middle-aged man a little tired.

Matthew also sat down.

Mr. Shafiq was looking up at the sky, but Matthew was different. He was looking around curiously.

They didn't wait long. Several black shadows soon appeared from the sky.

Four foreigners who were wrapped up in their bodies, riding four broomsticks

And between the four broomsticks, there was a box chained to it, hanging in mid-air.

The box is not that big, at least two people can definitely lift it up.

Four broomsticks slowly descended from the sky, and the mysterious-looking box also fell heavily to the ground.

"Who is Shafiq?" One of the four foreign wizards asked stammeringly in English with a heavy accent.

"I am" Mr. Shafiq stood up quickly.

"Then I'll leave this to you," the English-speaking foreign wizard said quickly, pointing to the box.

At the same time, he took out a short wand and waved it gently.

All the chains tied to the four broomsticks suddenly fell off.

"Let's go" continued the foreign wizard who spoke English.

However, he turned around and reminded: "Pay attention to safety"

After that, the four foreign wizards got on their broomsticks and took off as fast as possible.

His movements were so fast, as if he was escaping from something.

Mr. Shafik had already begun to work. He tied four chains, in groups of two, to the two broomsticks on their side.

After confirming that they were tied firmly, he glanced at his two companions: "Let's go back."

"Wait a little longer." Matthew suggested.

His eyes looked curiously at the mysterious box tied to the chain. Inside the mysterious box, something seemed to be trapped and trembling from time to time.

Matthew's opinion was quickly supported by another companion, the timid and taciturn clerk. He said feebly: "Yes, wait a moment, let's take a rest."

"Okay then" Mr Shafiq could only nodded.

They sat patiently on the grass for a minute or two.

"Actually, I don't quite understand." Suddenly, Matthew glanced at another clerk strangely.

"What don't you understand?" The clerk was a little confused.

Matthew said honestly: "I'm waiting for the Auror, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the Auror," the other clerk and Mr. Shafiq said in surprise.

They didn't seem to understand what happened.

At this moment, a series of "pop", "pop" and "pop" sounds were heard, and almost a dozen wizards descended from the sky and surrounded them.

These wizards all took out their wands, and each wand pointed at the three people surrounded by them.

Matthew Wakefield fell to the ground without hesitation and covered his head with his hands.

"Fall down" a dozen voices shouted almost at the same time

Then there was a series of dazzling flashes, and Matthew felt his hair swaying and undulating, as if a strong wind was blowing across the clearing.

He raised his head slightly and saw streaks of burning red light shooting out from the wizard's wand, intersecting with each other above their heads, hitting the lawn, and being bounced into the darkness.

The scene was magnificent.

Mr. Shafiq, who was caught off guard, and his clerk must have been knocked unconscious on the grass.

"Take them all back," a sharp voice shouted: "And those guys on the broomsticks before, don't let them escape."

"By the way, there's still that box, take it back, but don't touch it."

Matthew felt like he was being picked up by a strong man.

The surroundings suddenly became dark.

He felt strong squeezing from all directions, his chest seemed to be tightly squeezed by several iron hoops, and he couldn't breathe at all.

It was exactly the same feeling as when he picked up the Hogwarts letter.

In a small dark cell, six wizards who had their wands taken away were imprisoned here.

"Mr. Scrimgeour," Mr. Shafiq cried loudly, very embarrassed: "Please, please help me. This is just my first time doing this, and I don't know what is going on. I also have a daughter. She's just old enough to go to Hogwarts this year."

"If you have any questions, let's wait until we get to the Wizengamot to talk about it," the Auror he begged said coldly.

And not far from the small cell, there was a warm small bedroom.

When Matthew Wakefield opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed.

"It may be a little uncomfortable to disapparate for the first time." A gentle voice sounded from the bedside.

"Minister" Matthew said softly.

There was no doubt that the new middle-aged woman waiting for him by the bedside was none other than the Minister of Magic, Ms. Millicent Barnold.

"Mr. Wakefield, you are really brave," Minister Barnold praised sincerely.