Chapter 368 London Bridge is about to collapse (1)

Wizards have the stories of Beedle the Poet, and Muggles have Mother Goose nursery rhymes. They are definitely not like ordinary people’s impression of nursery rhymes. They are full of childishness and warmth. These ancient and cruel nursery rhymes reflect the dark side of society.

There are many bridges across the Thames River in London, the most famous of which is London Bridge. That damned bridge is cursed by countless ghosts every day, "It's going to fall, it's going to fall."

London Bridge was originally built by the Romans who were good at engineering. It was a wooden bridge. After the Romans left, London Bridge gradually became dilapidated. After repeated reconstructions, it became a boring concrete bridge.

The London Bridge, which has been cursed for many years, did not collapse. Instead, a bridge next to it collapsed. In July 1996, before the start of Harry's sixth grade, the Death Eaters made trouble and brought down the Brockdale Bridge. As a result, more than a dozen vehicles fell into the river, causing a large number of Muggle casualties.

It was not the London Bridge that suffered the disaster this time, but the London Tower Bridge next to it. It is the first bridge from the Thames Estuary in London, England. It is an open bridge. The bridge has two bridge towers, the bridge tower and the bridge body. Granite and Portland stone are laid outside the steel skeleton to protect the skeleton and increase its beauty. It is an important landmark in London. When thousands of ships pass by on the River Thames, the machine in the main tower starts, and the bridge body slowly separates and folds upwards. After the ship passed, the bridge body slowly fell, and vehicle traffic resumed. The Mistlock Tower Bridge is one of the scenic spots in London. Even if it is not a holiday, many tourists visit it on rest days.

Usually the bridge is brightly lit, but now it is pitch black, except for the flashing electric lights at the north end of the bridge, screaming people everywhere, and cars parked on the side of the road in a haphazard manner. This is definitely not a light show.

Pomona apparated with Severus and Justin while she was still in her evening gown. The river wind was colder at night, so she put on the coat she prepared again, and the pair of high heels were turned into flats by her The boots and the fluffy skirt were also cut off, and now she is no longer a burden.

"I hate this!" Pomona said through gritted teeth. "We're not James Bond."

The two men looked at their evening dresses and couldn't help laughing.

007 always saves the world in tuxedo.

"What professor is that?" Justin asked.

"It's a bit like a lightsaber." Severus replied, "It's just that it sucks electricity instead of light, and the electricity it sucks destroys the power grid. Muggles don't know what to do when they lose electricity."

Justin looked at the terrified Muggles.

"what should we do?"

"Wait for him to consume for a while, and look at his attack style by the way, and the Aurors will come soon." Severus cast a disillusionment spell on himself while talking, and Pomona also pulled the invisibility cloak After getting down, Justin was the only one to be seen on the bridge soon.

The thunder light kept flashing and screaming like a bird. As time passed, the area he destroyed became larger and larger, and it seemed that he planned to continue moving north.

"Toot..."

The HMS Belfast is docked next to the Tower Bridge in London. Its whistle is sounding at this time. London has another name for the city of fog. It starts to fog just after nightfall. With such low visibility, if there is no warning, the ship will directly hit it. On the bridge, accidents that will happen at that time are unpredictable.

"Raise the deck," Severus said to Justin. "I remember it used to be steam powered."

"It has been changed to electric." Justin shouted against the river wind.

"I don't care what you do, raise the bridge!" Severus said savagely, "Don't tell me it's impossible."

Justin ran to the tower, and Severus hugged Pomona and flew to the conical tower platform of the Tower of London with Pomona in his arms.

"Fortunately, we are prepared today." Severus looked at the crowd running in the distance and said, "Erasing memories is your business."

"Which pure-blood family is good at thunder magic?" asked Pomona.

"I haven't heard of it, and even if there is, I won't say it casually."

There is a treasure hall in the Tower of London, where all kinds of very precious jewels are displayed, including a complete set of royal jewels. When the order was in order, there was nothing. Now there is a chaos between the guards and the citizens who requested asylum. Conflict.

The Tower of London was originally used as a prison. It used to be a fortress and execution ground. Now it has lost its defensive function and has become a decoration.

"Do you have a sleeping potion?"

"It's so cold, you are not afraid that they will freeze to death if you let them come in to sleep?"

"Before the reporter comes, let's settle the matter early."

"I think that's why the Aurors are taking potions." Severus sneered.

"Do you have it or not?" Pomona asked anxiously.

"I don't have any ready-made, wait for me for half an hour."

It would take at least fifty minutes to boil a pot of sleeping water. The Potions Master said that it would take an hour, but Pomona felt that those who were eager to take refuge at the door would not be able to wait that long.

"I'll go find their commander." Pomona turned and left.

Severus didn't say anything tender about being careful, saying it was a waste of time.

The place where the Crown Jewels are now stored is the Waterloo Barracks. As long as the people are not allowed to enter there, the tower is guarded by the royal guards. According to tradition, no one is allowed to enter, no matter what the reason, from the evening to the next morning. Or leave the Tower of London.

The guards of the Tower of London still wear traditional uniforms and tall black bearskin hats, but they have lost their domineering air and arrogance a hundred years ago. They are only objects for maintaining order and for tourists to visit and take pictures. They are tall and strong, and the door of the castle is also very strong, and they cannot be pushed open for a while.

Pomona summoned fang geranium seeds from a velvet pocket.

It was winter now, and geraniums bloomed in spring and summer, so she wasn't sure it would work, and this hypnotic gas was indiscriminate, if it knocked out the guards, it would be over.

She searched everywhere in the castle, inexplicably feeling like a night tour. The Tower of London is full of ghosts like Hogwarts, but the people who live here are not wizards.

At this moment, an aged castle guard ran past her.

Pomona immediately stopped him with a leg-locking spell.

"Take me to meet your commander!" Pomona said, holding the man by the collar, "If you don't want Waterloo to fall!"

Seeing the fluorescent wand in Pomona's hand, the security guard quickly calmed down, "Are you a wizard?"

"That's right!"

"Follow me." The old attendant said flatly, "Only you?"

"I still have companions." Pomona said cautiously.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let the people in, this is a refuge." Pomona said with a sullen face, "There is a grass field in front of the White Tower, take them there."

"The White Tower is not far from the Treasure Hall."

"Is it more important than human life or treasure!" Pomona yelled angrily, "If a stampede happens, will you be responsible?"

The guard thought for a while but didn't make a sound.

"I never thought you actually existed." After a long time, the guard said sullenly, "I thought it was a rumor, just like there are ghosts in this castle."

Pomona ignored him, what was the use of telling him so much, anyway, his memory would be erased, and he would soon forget what happened tonight.