Only after watching those young Black men collapse like torn sacks, coughing up blood, did he move on. They would probably suffer lasting damage, with about as much mobility as a bunch of old men and women.
Zhang Xiao finally set off. As for how the Swift Travel Horse worked?
It was like riding through mist, as though soaring on clouds.
His flying feet swept through the mortal world, racing over ridges and up mountains.
In an instant he left the town behind; moments later, he had passed another city.
In practice, his speed was only around forty kilometers an hour.
By the time he reached King's Cross Station and peeled off the Swift Travel Talisman, a wave of exhaustion surged through his body.
No wonder ordinary people couldn't use these talismans. Superintendent Dai borrowed the power of ghosts and gods, and had to burn several stacks of gold spirit money after every use.
Otherwise, why would Dai Zong, supposedly so generous and righteous, have been such a penny-pincher?
Dragging legs that felt as though they had been filled with lead, he trudged into the station and finally reached the platform.
Zhang Xiao heaved a sigh. There was the very scene he had hoped not to see: Harry and Ron leaning against the wall of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters like a pair of dumbstruck geese.
He stared at the large station clock. Weren't there still ten minutes before departure???
Had Dobby just gone ahead and closed the entrance already??
Harry and Ron weren't the only ones locked out. Several other young wizards were stranded outside too, their parents staring anxiously at the passage.
Some kept slapping the wall.
Their strange behavior had already attracted curious looks from the people around them. A guard stroked his chin, considering whether to come