Other than the bruises on his left shoulder and right leg, Warren wasn't implicated in this incident.
Before he left, he even took a bottle of red wine from the Sabretooth Bar.
Dick had to take him down on the spot. "Hey, you can't drink and drive!"
Warren took the bottle back indifferently and said, "It's okay.
"It's fine, Côte can drive."
"But he hasn't gotten his driver's license yet." Obviously, this wasn't the first time Dick dealt with these two people.
He held Warren down with his left hand and shook his right hand.
He snatched the car keys from his hand.
"So, let me drive.
Anyway, those stinky brats drove all the cars away! "
Harry now understood why Dick was so surprised when he walked out of the bar.
When Warren called Neville and Harry over, Dick was surprised again. "Wow, you all know each other?"
"We're all friends." Warren leaned on Côte's shoulder and waved at Harry. "Come here, I'll take you back."
"I rode my bike here …" Harry was a little hesitant.
In fact, he was a little tired after half the night.
He didn't really want to go back on a broken bike.
"Put it in the back, put it in the back.
I promise I won't lose it! "
"You can put it in the back …" When he saw Warren's car,
Harry immediately swallowed the word "can". Forgive him for always having the impression that Warren was a rich man's son.
He never thought that there would be a time when he would drive a second-hand Ford F150 out for shopping.
Dick helped Harry place the bicycle on the back of the pickup truck. There was only enough space for three people in the front of the truck.
Côte and Warren directly jumped into the back of the truck and let the two younger people sit in the front.
Dick looked back and saw that the two had already sat side by side against the rear window.
He stepped on the accelerator.
Warren's head hit the window with a bang.
Harry listened to Warren's curses.
While laughing, he opened the rear window to let the night breeze pour into Dick's neck, causing him to shiver.
"You deserve it!" Warren laughed and scolded himself as he poured himself a mouthful of wine. He then handed the bottle to Harry for him to have a taste. Dick glanced at them but didn't say anything. Harry took the bottle and took a big gulp. His body quickly warmed up.
Warren passed the bottle to Neville, but Neville shook his head. Warren made a gesture of passing the bottle to Dick, but then he quickly stopped himself. "Hey, no, Mr. Officer, you can't drink and drive!" Dick could only hold the steering wheel and roll his eyes. In the end, it was the honest Côte who pushed Warren back and covered his mouth.
Harry chuckled as he watched the two of them flaunting their love for a while. The heat from the alcohol hadn't dissipated yet, and even his face was a little hot. Dick turned back to look at him from time to time. Finally, when they drove out of Fourth Street and onto the main road, he asked, "Hey, Harry — your name is Harry, right? If you ask me, your throw just now was wonderful! "
Harry smiled foolishly and didn't answer. Just when Dick suspected that the kid was half-drunk, Harry suddenly opened the storage compartment in front of the car and rummaged through the pile of cassettes. Warren saw this and hurriedly said, "Don't spoil them. Pietro helped me mix them up."
Pietro was quite meticulous. Each cassette was labeled. Harry quickly found the one he liked and stuffed it into the car player. After skipping the first few songs, familiar notes floated out. Harry's whole body trembled, and then he grinned. He climbed up from the seat, and under Dick's surprised gaze, he crawled out of the back window. Warren and Côte hurriedly reached out to help him stand up.
"What a strong wind!" Harry shouted as he stood up with the help of the car roof. The strong wind quickly blew his hair into a mess, penetrated his coat and sweater, and stuffed the gaps between his clothes and his body. Harry felt as if he had been blown away by the wind, and there were still some violent emotions left in his body.
It was four o 'clock in the morning, the darkest time before dawn. Even the first stars in the sky had dimmed. Even the lights of the shops on both sides of the main street were like stars in the sky. The whole street was like a long, dark tunnel. Only the old pickup's headlights illuminated three meters in front of them as it carried them through the night. Harry simulated the sound of a train passing through the tunnel, which startled Warren. Was he really drunk?
No. In fact, after being blown by the cold wind, Harry was even more sober than before. Even his drowsiness had disappeared. He smiled as he looked at the ink-like darkness in front of him for a while. Suddenly, he turned around energetically, his eyes shining. "Did you hear that song?"
Yes, everyone heard it, but they didn't understand why Harry was suddenly so excited. He shouted loudly and opened his arms in the wind as if he was embracing the night and the music that was blowing in his face.
“we
are
infinite！”
They all saw some sort of twinkle in Harry's face, and laughed with him. Though they didn't know what they were laughing at, the evening full of blunders did not seem to have stopped them from enjoying themselves, and now, with the wind and the wine, and the whistling through the dawn with their friends, it was enough to make them smile.
I，I
will
be
king，
And
you，you
will
be
queen，
Though
nothing
will
drive
they
away，
We
can
beat
them，just
for
one
day，
We
can
be
heroes，just
for
one
Day...
After returning to Snape's house, Harry didn't go back to sleep. Instead, he climbed up to the rooftop and leaned against the railing to wait for the sunrise. The sky soon turned smoky purple. When the first ray of light pierced through the clouds, he began to miss Ginny. When the clouds in the sky were dyed golden red, he began to miss the Hogwarts.
Adapting to the new life in the Otherworld was like a cushion. It didn't let the blow of losing the magic world hit him immediately. However, the appearance and departure of Ginny made this psychological "delayed reaction" completely explode. It took him a lot of effort to control himself from showing negativity.
Crossing the river, this was Ginny's destiny written in the prophecy. She was a natural reader. She chose to read the stories that happened in every corner of the world. Myths, legends, epics, tragedies, dramas, romanticism, realism, modernism, and post-modernism. She accepted and absorbed them all. Maybe she would drown in the torrent of the world and never be able to get ashore. Maybe she would go through time for the last time and walk towards nothingness. However, Ginevra chose to read.
So she asked, Harry, we all know who that child is, right?
Harry did know. The child who sat on the shoulder of the river crossing was incomparably heavy and expressionless. He calmly replied, I am the coming day.
No matter what, we will eventually face the coming day.
However, the future was like a whole night pressing down on Harry's shoulders. He had lost his magic, lost his ability, lost his connection with the library and the magic world. After the things that shaped Harry Potter into Harry Potter all disappeared, there was nothing left but a sense of exhaustion. So Harry didn't know what else he could do.
Drawing maps, making files, and recognizing the familiar faces in the crowd were all tasks that were forcibly assigned to him. What he was more willing to do was to use his administrator's authority to summon back the familiar world.
But until the morning sun fell between his hands, nothing happened.
Compared to Harry's complicated feelings, his friends seemed to be more accepting of the Otherworld. On the one hand, this was because they needed to spend more effort to integrate into Muggle life. On the other hand, it was because they had not seriously thought about being trapped in the Otherworld forever. Hermione, who was not troubled by either aspect, looked much more solemn. Harry had just handed in his writing homework in the morning when Hermione pulled him to the corridor.
Harry happened to have something to ask her. "How was it? Did Percy find Senior Wendy? "
"Yes, the Walters are in London." Hermione nodded. "But Percy tested Senior Wendy's parents. They don't know about magic and wizards."
"Then what about Wendy?"
Hermione paused for a moment and then looked at Harry deeply. "There is no Wendy, Harry. There is no Wendy at all. In the memories of the Walters, their daughter died when she was eleven."
Harry froze for a moment and said, "Then in the memories of Mr. and Mrs. Granger, there is naturally a daughter who died at the age of eleven too."
"Yes." Hermione nodded stiffly and then frowned. "Harry, what's going on? Why is it that although the wizards have all disappeared in Huo Ying, nothing else has changed, but here in America, it's like a different world? "
Harry leaned against the railing and pondered for a moment before he slowly said, "I hope it's a good thing."
Hermione was puzzled. Harry continued, "I hope that the person who pushed us to the Otherworld is not the same person who made the World of Magic disappear."
Hermione suddenly became alert. "I remember you saying that the Hogwarts had already disappeared before the changes happened to us?"
Yes, Harry didn't notice this time difference at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. The first to disappear were the British wizards, followed by the American wizards, but it wasn't until Halloween that Nihon borrowed Ginny's power to create an illusion. He shouldn't have been able to cover the entire World of Magic before.
Then there was only one possibility: someone else had tampered with the World of Magic. And regardless of whether their purpose was good or bad, at least they had avoided the Otherworld, which meant that the wizards still retained their magic power and might wake them up.
After hearing the explanation, Hermione was pleasantly surprised for a moment, but then she calmed down. "But this is just a guess."
Yes, and a very optimistic guess.
Hermione said again, "We still have to find a way to save ourselves."
"But what we can do is extremely limited." Harry spread his hands weakly.
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