Previous chapter:
Chapter 237: A Serious Walk — Words from the Heart
Next chapter:
Chapter 239: MACUSA
PREVIEW
... n like icy needles on skin. But in the midst of that chaos, something worse had come.
High above the Quidditch field, Harry had been chasing the Snitch, eyes locked on the glint of gold against the swirling gray. His opponent was only a few meters ahead, wind roaring in their ears, broom handles slick with rain. And then—
They came.
Tall, hooded figures, drifting from the clouds as though the storm itself had birthed them. The air grew cold—colder than the rain, colder th ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























