HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 110 Rocket Crossbow?

Harry figured that since he'd already used magic, he might as well go all the way.

He gripped the magic wand tightly in his hand.

So what if the "restraint law" is violated? So what if the school expels me?

He didn't believe Dumbledore could really fire him. If he fired him, where would he find such a cheap and useful pawn who was orphaned and had no one to rely on?

Harry opened the box to fumble for his wand, and suddenly felt something strange.

My mind, which had just relaxed, immediately tensed up again.

"Lumos!"

A bright white light emanated from the wand, illuminating the small, dark space.

Harry suddenly saw a dark shadow, was startled, and scrambled back and forth between his left and right feet, flying through the air.

Harry: ...Actually, it would be fine to just be scared to death like this.

He seemed to have heard the dog's suppressed laughter.

But with a deafening sound, the black dog vanished.

Harry looked at the three-story bus in front of him and felt a little dizzy for some reason.

"What are you doing sitting on the floor? Is your butt hot?"

"...I tripped and fell."

"Hurry up and get on, I don't have time to listen to your rambling."

Harry quickly climbed onto the bus and pointed to the spot where the dark figure had been standing.

"Can you see what's over there?"

"No, sit in your seat, I have to work," the ticket seller said with a look of displeasure, clearly unhappy with Harry calling the bus in the middle of the night.

"You really can't see it?"

"A crack in your butt is easy to deal with, but if a crack appears in your brain... ha, better shut up for now!"

Harry: Has the world become so cruel?

Harry gave up arguing with the ticket seller; if he couldn't see it, he couldn't see it.

He found an empty seat with his suitcase and took out his bracelet.

Harry: [Guess where I am?]

Hermione: [Go get a lip piercing, Harry. It would look great on you. Get your upper and lower lips together.]

Harry was incredibly touched that Hermione could reply to him so quickly.

Harry: [I ran away from home. Nobody wants me.]

Hermione's pupils contracted, and she felt a long-lost pang of conscience.

Has she been speaking too harshly lately?

Hermione: [Why don't you take it back? My conscience is killing me.]

Harry continued his magical attacks.

Harry: [You know Hermione, I lost my parents when I was little...]

Hermione: ...

: [Landrico. (card)]

[Please add me, I'm begging you, you're really a ruthless person.]

Harry opened the business card with satisfaction, sent a friend request, and then cheerfully blocked Hermione.

Go to hell, I've already squeezed all your value dry.

Something good finally happened today.

A touch of sweetness helped Harry forget all his troubles from the day.

Staring eagerly at the bracelet, hoping for the ringtone to ring.

Then I thought about it again, and realized that Rand probably wasn't looking at the bracelet at this time.

Was he bothering him a little?

Harry quietly put the bracelet down again and carefully put it in his pocket.

The moment I looked up, my attention was drawn to the newspaper in the ticket seller's hand.

"Who is this?"

"Why don't you learn to read more? You suddenly seem like an illiterate kid. He's Sirius Black."

The newspaper ticket seller shoved it into Harry's hand.

Although the candlelight on the bus was dim, it was still enough to illuminate the words clearly.

The photo in the newspaper looked exactly like a vampire.

The bus stopped after dropping Harry off at his seat.

Harry went into the Leaky Cauldron.

He actually encountered Fudge, which terrified him.

The Ministry of Magic insignia on the chubby man in front of him made Harry want to run away.

Could they be here to arrest him?

Of course not.

Harry heard Fudge say that he had altered Petunia's family's memories, and that he wouldn't catch him.

I breathed a real sigh of relief.

But Fudge's tone shifted abruptly: "Harry, you'd better watch out. Sirius Black, he's the one who killed your parents."

Harry's legs buckled at the next step, and Fudge gave him a pitying look.

For the next few days, Harry stayed at the Leaky Cauldron.

Actually, he wasn't very upset when he heard the news.

His life had already gotten this bad; he could accept it getting any worse.

I came down from my room upstairs and took a stroll. I saw men and women everywhere with wristbands in hand and heads down.

Harry was surprised to find that Hermione's guess was almost entirely correct.

The communicator bracelets actually spread throughout the entire magical world in a very short time.

A strange sense of pride welled up inside me.

If we're talking about something else, it has to be Rand.

Harry was so curious about what they were looking at that he walked over to them and stole glances at them again and again.

Holy crap, a rocket crossbow?!

He randomly picked a lucky person and asked, "Dude, are these rocket crossbows on the market yet?"

The wizard looked at Harry with a puzzled expression and told the truth: "Yes, it will be available soon, but this year's Rocket Crossbow seems to have changed a bit. The Rozier family has joined, so the Rocket Slaves are all wearing the violet mark."

Harry perked up immediately.

He wants it too!!

When will Gringotts' Porter account be open to him?

Ask Hagrid when you get back to school!

P.S.: Actually, I want to know how my writing is? I'd really appreciate an objective evaluation; I desperately want to improve.