I, Hogwarts Second Week

Tonks transformed her beak into a duck's beak.

Knock it up and down to make a clicking sound.

Then her cheeks grew black and white again.

Soon her entire face transformed into some kind of animal.

Furry and black and white.

A cute creature with dark circles under its eyes.

"Wow! You are so awesome!" Hermione exclaimed again.

Metamorphmagus like Tonks are the ones that most evoke people's imagination of magic.

Apart from the Disillusionment Curse, the Animagus is almost the only way to easily change one's appearance.

Although the magic potion can play a corresponding role, it is time-sensitive.

Polyjuice potion will vary from person to person, but the longest it will take is a few hours.

And people like Tonks are precious treasures to the Ministry of Magic.

"The Ministry of Magic!" Ron shook his head, "I will never work in the Ministry of Magic in this life!"

"Me too!" Harry followed.

If possible he hopes to become a professional Quidditch player in the future.

"What are you talking about!" Mrs. Weasley, who was preparing breakfast, came over angrily.

Under her magic, the entire kitchen automatically carried out automated cooking processes in an orderly manner.

Even Dumbledore wasn't as good at dealing with ingredients as she was.

She knew more food spells than Dumbledore knew about the dark arts.

"What happened to the work of the Ministry of Magic? Your father is at the Ministry of Magic. Ronald, I warn you not to judge the Ministry of Magic's affairs."

"Got it." Ron said impatiently. He waved his hand and wanted to continue participating in the little wizard's topic.

"What do you know!" Mrs. Weasley looked very angry, and then glared at George and Fred fiercely.

Because in her opinion, her youngest son's ill will towards the Ministry of Magic was entirely caused by these two naughty twins.

For her, a stable, clerical job at the Ministry of Magic might be the best thing in the world.

Owen turned his head and looked around, only to see the twins looking angrily at their mother, but not daring to say a word.

Sure enough, in the eyes of parents, passing the public examination is the end of the universe!

"It's much better to find a job in the Ministry of Magic than to study those irrelevant things all day long. I'm warning you two, you are not allowed to study those harmful things anymore." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the twins' noses road.

The aura is 1.8 meters tall!

Very scary.

The little wizards around him all shrank their heads, feeling inexplicably afraid.

"Okay, Molly. Children have their own ideas, and that's a good thing." At this time, Mr. Weasley walked into the tent.

He was wearing hiking clothes.

Muggle clothes.

There is a big sun hat on his head.

He held several thick newspapers under his elbow.

"That depends on whether it's a good idea or a bad idea!" Mrs. Weasley was still angry.

She rolled her eyes at her husband.

As a father, he was a bad leader for his children. He disassembled Muggle cars and spent all day in his workshop tinkering with the machines besides going to work and sleeping.

That must have been how George and Fred got into their bad habits.

"It's always a good thing to have ideas. Lifeless things are so boring." Arthur smiled awkwardly and quickly moved on from the topic. He noticed the way his wife looked at him.

Mostly complaints.

Yes, those hobbies of my own have inevitably affected my children, but it is too late to say this now.

He had seen the inventions of his twin sons.

It's funny and moot.

Maybe they can achieve extraordinary things.

In this regard, he is more open-minded than Molly.

"What are you talking about!" With that said, Mr. Arthur, like an old father, stared, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked over with open arms like teasing a child.

With so many children in the Weasley family, he was very experienced in this area.

"We were talking about other magic schools." Ron responded.

"Oh! Magic school!" Mr. Arthur looked at the young wizards, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, "I remember that Bill once had a pen pal from the Castrobushe Magic School, and they often wrote letters and chatted for a while. , until one day, his pen pal suddenly sent a hat with a curse on it, which made Bill's ears wrinkled."

His eyes were shining, as if the hat had made a deep impression on him.

"Yes, we studied that hat later. There was some magic in it that was completely different from Europe. It was very magical. Dad and we studied for several days before we came up with a way to crack it." Talking about the heroic deeds in the past, the twins waved their hands happily. Arms stand up.

His face was full of pride, "Now that hat is still hanging in our living room!"

"Hmph!" Mrs. Weasley snorted, "That's a warning, warning you not to make random friends!"

"No!" Gemini raised his head, "That's a trophy! We broke the spells of wizards in other areas. This was an amazing achievement. Fred and I were only nine years old at the time."

"Haha, you're right. It was a trophy. I thought of many ways at the time, until——" Mr. Arthur became enthusiastic, and he told the story of the hat happily, until Mrs. Weasley After stepping on his shoes and glaring at him, Mr. Arthur seemed to be choked and slowly put away the smile on his face.

"Ahem - Mom is right, you should be careful when making friends, especially don't tell outsiders your home address casually."

He continued Mrs. Weasley's point.

Hearing this, Molly finally showed a satisfied smile.

Then he happily turned around and went to deal with the ingredients with Kreacher's help.

Seeing him leaving, Mr. Arthur suddenly took a step closer, then lowered his head and bent down, and whispered, "I thought of many ways about that hat, but in the end, can you guess how I lifted the prank magic on it? "

Owen looked at Mr. Arthur who had a mysterious expression on his face.

Deep down, I am more and more certain that the twins' talent for pranks was definitely inherited from their father.

And that hat was the start of their mischief!

Who would have thought that on the other side of the ocean, the unintentional act of a Castrobushe wizard would inspire two future masters of magic tricks.

All I can say is fate! It's really amazing.

"Curse stop?"

"It's still a magic spell. I think magic elimination potion is also possible." Hermione blinked and said a dozen kinds of spells and magic props to dispel black magic in one breath.

But Mr. Arthur always smiled and said nothing.

It wasn't until Hermione exhausted her spell dictionary that he spoke: "You surprised me Hermione, you actually know so many spells, some of which are no longer modern spells. They are very ancient spells." Curses, I'm sure you won't find those curses in the library area of ​​Hogwarts."

"Uh" Hermione touched her head in embarrassment. Could it be that she had to say that in recent years, whether she relied on the invisibility cloak, pleased Lockhart, or tried every means to get the approval slip from Sirius, just to slip away? Enter the forbidden book area

Three years later, Professor Lu Ping was the only one who conscientiously refused to give me any approval no matter what she said.

The rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors are basically Hermione's printing presses!

"Forget it, I won't ask you where on earth you know so much magic." Mr. Arthur blinked, "After all, everyone has their own secrets, right?"

"Actually, I broke the spell on that wand without using any magic.

I always thought that he must have been cast some kind of prank magic, but later I discovered that it was not a spell at all, but the material. The ivy used to weave the hat is a magical plant unique to South America. Its sap will It makes the wizard become lethargic, and in severe cases, the skin may even wrinkle. "

"Fortunately, the hat has been dried out by the sun and doesn't have much juice. Otherwise, Bill would have wrinkled not just his ears, but his entire head."

"It's amazing." Hermione sighed with emotion.

She longed for this magical childhood experience.

"Hey, I remember this," Ron said. "It seemed like Bill's pen pal invited him to Brazil, but he didn't go."

"Did not go?"

All right!

Owen understood instantly.

It is estimated that Bill was only sixteen or seventeen years old at that time, and had just entered the sixth and seventh grade of Hogwarts, not to mention whether the Weasley family had money to support his trip to South America.

Even if she had money, Mrs. Weasley would not allow her children to travel so far alone.

Bill's pen pal was destined to be rejected.

It's just that this big brother is a little narrow-minded.

It's just a matter of breaking the appointment and retaliating.

Completely unlike myself, open-minded and eager to help others.

"Okay kids, get ready to eat!" At this time, Mrs. Weasley's voice came.

The next second, Owen jumped up from the sofa.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

Have a meal! ! !

Who dares to rob me?

Then, he rushed to the table first, sat down smoothly, held up the knife and fork and began to wait for feeding.

Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley's face showed a loving smile.

She had heard Owen's story from Ron.

I know that he has no parents and has lived in a Muggle orphanage since he was a child.

Although he lived for a while with a wizard who claimed to be his grandfather, he began to live alone again when he was ten years old.

Ten years old!

Just started living alone.

This frightened Molly and made her heartache even more.

"Come and try this." He didn't wait for everyone to arrive.

She brought various foods from the kitchen and placed them in front of Owen.

"French dinner, snail bread, and beef pie."

"Huh? Vegetable snail bread?" Owen was stunned, and the joy on his face paused for a second, as if he was stuck, "What kind of dish is this?"

Doesn't it sound like a prank product of the Weasley twins?

He doubtfully picked up the toasted brown bread and took a bite with restraint.

Hmm - how should I put it?

There is a faint smell of meat, but the meat smell is very strange, maybe because of the snails.

The bread is slightly sticky and transparent, like cheese or cheese that is unique to pizza.

In short, the taste is quite delicious, but the appearance is bad.

Because the sticky substance looked like nasal mucus, it was quite unappetizing.

At this time, everyone else also sat down.

The Weasley children just took one look at the snot bread in Owen's hand, and they all chose beef pie with a tacit understanding.

Mom always tries this new dish.

What Owen doesn't know is that the Weasley twins' talents may not come from Mr. Arthur, but from their mother, Ms. Molly.

After taking a sip of milk, Hermione began to urgently ask Owen about other magic schools, "Where are the rest? There are only eight magic schools."

Silently replacing the beef patties, and raising a thumbs up to Mrs. Weasley, confirming her innovative thinking, Owen looked relieved and said: "There is a branch of Hogwarts in India, you know , Padma Patil and Padma Patil, are from India, but they did not choose a local school but chose Hogwarts."

"Uh" Hermione naturally understood what Owen meant.

East India Company, Victorian Era.

The jewel on the Queen's head.

The most glorious era of the British Empire.

If there was a Hogwarts branch there, that would make sense.

"The tenth one is located in New Zealand. It is the only magic school in Oceania and has a historical connection with Hogwarts."

“That was a magic school established in the Age of Discovery, an important supply station for wizards traveling around the world.

In those days, it was fashionable to travel around the world on flying broomsticks.

Almost every wizard who graduates from Gryffindor, as well as some Hufflepuffs, will travel together, and most of them will use their own broomsticks to challenge the ocean! And view this behavior as a test of courage after graduation. "

"Wow!!! Cool!!!"

"Merlin's beard, that's so interesting!"

"We should regain the glory of our past seniors!"

As soon as this was mentioned, the Gryffindors present immediately couldn't sit still and all sighed with emotion.

Even Hermione looked a little yearning.

After all, the freedom and courage to fight the ocean are the ultimate pursuit of every Gryffindor.

Compared with today's Hogwarts students, the young wizards of the past were more passionate and reckless. This can also be called courage.

It is precisely because this challenge is accompanied by various unpredictable dangers.

After all, they were just a group of wizards who had just graduated from Hogwarts, and they were still riding their own homemade broomsticks. Basically, few of them could complete the journey around the world.

And most of them have accidents along the way.

It was precisely because there were too many surprises and such routes were easily detected by Muggles that these activities were eventually boycotted by Hogwarts and the Federation.

With the Muggles, the Age of Discovery came to an end.

The trials of courage of the wizards were also buried by the years.

"Okay kids, I have to remind you that crossing the ocean is very dangerous. Even today's brooms are not stable enough to allow you to travel around the world without any accidents." Seeing the excitement of the little wizards around them, Qi Shen.

as their professor.

Sirius finally couldn't help but remind him.

Mrs. Weasley, on the other hand, was straightforward. She glared at the Weasley children and said angrily: "Quickly give up this idea for me. If I know that any of you dares to secretly make a broomstick, then his whole Just stay in the attic and don’t come out during the summer vacation!”

Hearing the sound, the twins, who were being cared for by Mo Li, shuddered.

Stay in the attic all summer

This is too cruel.

"What about the last one! Where is the last magic school?" Hermione continued to ask.

But halfway through speaking, she suddenly stopped in realization.

Because that's the only place left.

"Here you go!" Owen, who was chewing pie in his mouth, swallowed a big mouthful of porridge that looked like corn mush. Then he fumbled and took out a stack of newspapers from his pocket and handed it to Hermione.

The little witch was a little confused, but she quickly took it in her hand.

Then she saw the name of the newspaper facing her: "Howl of the Gargoyles". This was a French magical newspaper. The French on it was obscure and she could barely understand it.

Thanks to Sister Furong for your teachings.

"Gargoyle's Roar" Paris first edition, July 1994, total issue 291254 - 25 centimes (French magic currency)

front page:

France defeats Germany in World Cup - is this destiny?

French Aurors arrive in England - a distress signal from the British!

Barty Cratchit visits Paris - received personally by the Minister of Magic.

Britain and France work together to resist the dark wizard.

Column:

French wizards face threats!

Snow monsters from the Alps are ravaging Muggle towns, and magical creatures conservation experts claim that this may be caused by climate change.

French Quidditch - the Maciel Line of Defense in the world - completely lost

exclusive:

Voice from Ming Dynasty - a different kind of magical world!

"This is-" After seeing some words again, Hermione immediately became interested.

Her eyes widened and she continued to read.

She discovered that it was actually a report from the International United Wizards Association interviewing an official from the Ministry of Magic of the Ming Dynasty.

————Before I stepped into this land, I could not imagine that our companions, the Ministry of Magic of the Ming Dynasty, did not strictly abide by the rules of the Wizarding Secrecy Act.

They actually had contact with the local Muggles.

At Chang'an Magic School, professors even encourage students to live and work in the mortal world.

They called this serious illegal act joining the world.

Aren’t the wizards of the Ming Dynasty afraid of being discovered by mortals (the Ming Dynasty calls Muggles who don’t understand magic mortals) and thus encountering trouble?

Upon hearing my inquiry, the Ministry of Magic official seemed disapproving and told me a story with a smile.

Once when he was searching for a precious herbal medicine in the Qinling Mountains, he met several mortals. At that time, he was using the illumination spell on his hand. It was obvious that the Muggles discovered this.

But those mortals were not scared away.

Instead, he warmly invited him to his house for a drink.

It was obvious that these Muggles regarded him as a god and wanted to accumulate blessings.

He was also a little tired at that time, so he simply followed these Muggles down the mountain. After drinking and eating, and under the strong entreaties of the Muggles, he started to make some random tricks.

Then he left in a swaggering manner.

He has since become a local legend. Mortal people built ancestral halls and temples for him to worship him.

Later, when he visited the village again, he found the group of mortals beating his wooden sculpture with whips.

After asking around, he learned that it was because a local woman made a wish to him to have a girl.

But all six children in a row were boys.

Finally, after the seventh boy was born, the man of the family couldn't bear it anymore, so he angrily moved his sculpture out of the temple, cursed and beat the sculpture with a whip.

Finally, the official from the Ministry of Magic said with a smile: "In Ming Dynasty, these are common things."

——————Reprinted by Simulet, "Chang'an Daily" in 1994, published by Chang'an Taixue.