Nios Chaos weighed Azazel in his hand, then with a flick of his wrist, he tossed him into the air, immediately following with a fierce roundhouse kick!
"Swoosh—splat!"
Azazel screamed as he crashed into the roadside bushes, his body twisted into a grotesque, folded shape, and he became motionless.
Nios clapped his hands and walked towards the stunned Harry and Hagrid as if nothing had happened.
Harry and Hagrid looked at Nios, then at the "demon" crumpled in the bushes, their expressions frozen.
Nios's eye on his eye patch glanced at the bushes.
"Don't mind him, demons don't die." His tone was flat. "You must be firm with demons, otherwise, it won't be a Wizard controlling a demon, but a demon in turn bewitching a Wizard."
After speaking, he revealed a gentle smile and extended his pale, slender hand to the two: "Hello, I am Nios Chaos, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Harry suddenly jolted, being the first to recover.
He instinctively grasped the outstretched hand.
Cold! This was Harry's first reaction upon holding that hand!
Harry abruptly pulled his hand back. Although the contact lasted only a brief moment, the icy touch instantly gave him goosebumps all over his back.
It wasn't just ordinary coolness; it was more like the temperature of something lifeless, carrying a bone-deep stillness.
"You...hello, I'm Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter..."
Nios murmured softly, the eye on his eye patch "staring" intently at Harry's face.
Some long-forgotten memories slowly surfaced: a movie called "Harry Potter," which he had heard of as a child but never watched because he was engrossed in "Death, Fire, and Sea" at the time.
Looking at the face that was seventy to eighty percent similar to the poster in his memory, Nios's lips under his eye patch slightly pursed.
So, this is that world.
But what does knowing matter? His previous life was already a fleeting illusion.
He suppressed that emotion and nodded to Harry: "It's also a pleasure to meet you." His tone was flat, revealing no ripples of emotion.
Then he extended his hand to Hagrid.
Hagrid hastily wiped his hands on his moleskin coat and carefully took Nios's hand, shaking it:
"Rubeus Hagrid! Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts! Sorry! I should have picked you up yesterday, but then I thought about meeting Harry..."
He scratched his hairy head in annoyance.
"It's alright, I wasn't in a hurry."
Nios withdrew his hand.
There was a rustle in the bushes. Azazel slowly crawled out, covered in grass clippings, and dejectedly shuffled back to stand by Nios's feet.
Seeing this, Harry and Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they knew Azazel was a "demon," seeing his three-headed, furry, miserable state, Hagrid still found it novel, and Harry even thought he was a bit...ugly-cute? Now he somewhat understood why Dudley's aunt kept those ugly dogs.
"Headmaster Dumbledore said you would guide me to Diagon Alley to purchase my school supplies?" Nios's gaze turned to Hagrid, getting straight to the point.
"Ah, right! Diagon Alley!"
Hagrid slapped his thigh, his attention finally shifting from Azazel, but then he looked troubled.
He looked at his beloved motorcycle with distress.
"I was supposed to take you yesterday...but now..."
"There's really no room for a third person..."
Especially with a demon accompanying Nios.
Nios did not answer immediately.
He walked slowly to the motorcycle, extended his finger, and gently brushed the cold metal body and leather seat.
Nios looked up and said to Hagrid with certainty, "This motorcycle can fly, can't it?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Hagrid's eyes.
A young Wizard who hadn't even started school yet could tell that this motorcycle had been enchanted?
Then, he subconsciously glanced again at Azazel, who was picking his nose with his claw.
Hmm...it didn't seem so strange anymore.
"That's right! It flies very steadily!"
Nios took out the demon book from his inner jacket pocket.
"That's fine then. You lead the way, and I'll keep up."
"How do you plan to do that?" Hagrid looked at Nios, then at Azazel, wondering, finding it hard to imagine.
Nios did not answer.
He opened the demon book, his finger tracing the twisted words, and recited a spell to Azazel.
Buzz—!
Azazel's small bat wings on his back suddenly expanded and stretched! Bone spurs protruded menacingly, and his wingspan instantly reached an astonishing five meters!
A terrifying aura permeated the air.
However, the rest of his body...remained "cute"!
Splat!
The enormous wings unfolded so quickly that the air pressure directly slammed Azazel into the ground!
"You bastard, Nios!" Azazel's roar came from under his wings.
Harry gasped, and Hagrid took half a step back.
Nios closed the book and put it away.
"Just a little trick, used to control 'trouble,'" he said in a flat tone.
Hagrid swallowed, no longer asking questions.
He straddled the motorcycle, and Harry climbed into the sidecar.
Harry looked back and saw Azazel grumbling as he climbed onto Nios's back, his enormous wings clumsily dragging behind him like two bothersome rags.
"Hold on tight, Harry!"
Seeing that Nios and his companion were ready, Hagrid said to Harry,
Hagrid twisted the throttle, and after the motorcycle accelerated down the road for a distance, he suddenly pulled up the front wheel! The vehicle slowly floated up, then shot into the sky!
Seeing Hagrid and Harry successfully take off, Azazel also flapped his giant wings! A powerful current of air stirred up dust as he carried Nios soaring into the sky, closely pursuing the motorcycle!
The wind howled at high altitude. Azazel felt the height beneath his feet and the weight on his hands. If the contract hadn't tightly bound him, he would have loved to let go of his claws and drop Nios to his death right now!
Now he could only curse wildly in his heart while frantically chasing the motorcycle.
London was not far from Chelmsford, and in less than half an hour, they had already arrived at Charing Cross Road in London.
Hagrid found a secluded alley and landed.
Azazel also swooped down, and the moment he landed, his wings quickly deflated back to their original size like a burst balloon.
Azazel collapsed onto the ground, looking utterly despondent.
After parking the motorcycle, Hagrid called out to the two: "Alright, lads! We're here! Follow me, don't get separated, there are plenty of Muggles in London!"
Hagrid's enormous body was the first to squeeze out of the alley, like a giant ship sailing into a sea of people.
Harry quickly followed, sticking close behind Hagrid, using Hagrid's wall-like body to block the surging crowd.
He instinctively turned back, intending to call Nios to walk together, lest he get lost in the crowd.
However, the sight before him stunned him.
The crowd naturally parted about two meters away from Nios and Azazel! People ignored them, as if there was only empty air there.
Nios noticed Harry's gaze and waved to him.
Harry hesitated, slowed his pace to wait for Nios to catch up, and stood beside him.
The invisible barrier seemed to subtly protect him too, and he curiously stole glances at this enigmatic classmate.
Fortunately, Hagrid's size was remarkably conspicuous, otherwise, in this dense crowd, they would have been swept away long ago.
Not far along, Hagrid stopped in front of a shop and excitedly told the two: "This is the place!"
Harry and Nios looked. The pub was dirty and small, sandwiched between two bright shops, completely out of place with its surroundings.
The paint on the sign had largely peeled off, but one could barely make out its name: "The Leaky Cauldron."
Strangely, the surrounding pedestrians seemed unable to see it, either ignoring it directly or instinctively averting their gaze the moment they saw it.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Hagrid's voice was proud, "This is a very famous place! It's also the only way for Wizards to get to Diagon Alley!"
He gently pushed open the creaking old wooden door.
A unique scent, a mixture of stale beer, tobacco, dust, and a corner of magic, wafted out, and the clamor of voices came from inside the door.