Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The porcelain plate painting floated in the air, shaking slowly, and then something even more surprising happened to the little witches.

It actually fell.

No, what surprised them was not the fact that the porcelain plate painting fell, but that it fell in a floating posture.

Like a leaf, slowly falling.

The little witches exclaimed, which made the little wizards turn around in surprise, only to find a porcelain painting slowly landing under their feet.

"Isn't that..." Robert looked at Hermione in shock, "Isn't that the porcelain plate painting we picked up before?"

Hermione nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, that's the porcelain plate painting we picked up before."

Robert and Murakami were both a little confused and didn't quite understand what the little witches were doing. "Then what are you doing? Throw the painting down and see if you can smash this big onion?"

Hermione shouted anxiously, "Of course not! We just held it in our hands to watch, it fell by itself!"

Yuko nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, we just want to see what is on this painting, and, to be precise, it did not fall, but floated down."

The little wizards said they couldn't understand.

"Wait, did I hear something wrong? Floating down?" Murakami Takashi looked confused, "A porcelain plate, it floats down by itself? How is this possible? It is a porcelain plate, not a leaf!"

Hermione and Yuko shook their heads and said they didn't know the reason. Although Murakami wanted to say that the porcelain plate was not something that could fall like feathers, but from the current point of view, the thing was indeed falling in a not-quick, and Very smooth state descent.

That is to say, float down.

"Then should we summon the porcelain plate back?" Robert asked a practical question.

Before Hermione could answer his question, she saw that the porcelain plate had floated to the top of the onion, trembling slowly.

Then, something happened that stunned the little wizards.

Like a piece of iron attracted by a magnet, the huge onion was slowly sucked into the porcelain painting.

Hermione watched blankly as the porcelain plate swallowed the whole huge onion, and then it slowly floated back to Hermione's hand, as if what happened before had not happened at all.

The little wizards were all dumbfounded. What about such a big onion?

Where is that big onion that was just there emitting a pungent smell?

Hermione subconsciously looked at the porcelain plate painting in her hand. At this time, a round object was outlined with lines on it, which looked a bit like...

onion.

"???" The little wizards' minds were full of questions. At this time, they just wanted to know what happened just now!

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

Just when everyone was thinking about checking out what kind of secret this porcelain plate painting held, the silver vortex appeared above everyone's heads again, without giving them any chance to react. The suction force suddenly increased, and the little wizards were sucked directly. gone.

There is absolutely no ability to resist.

Feeling of dizziness.

Robert felt that his brain was dizzy, as if there was an iron rod stirring in a pot of corn mush until it turned into a paste.

It's very uncomfortable.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and this time he finally did not appear in the ocean, but in a palace.

palace?

Robert blinked, feeling a little clearer, then sat up and looked around.

This is indeed a tall palace. The walls seem to be made of sand. It looks very solid. If there are no earthquakes, it should be able to survive for many years.

There is yellow sand all around.

The traces of the others are unknown.

"Where have they gone?" Robert asked doubtfully, "Why do they always get lost?"

There was Hermione next to him before, but now, even Hermione is gone. As for Murakami Takashi and Yuko, there is no trace at all.

Brushing the sand off his pants, Robert stood up and left this tall but small room.

When he walked out of the door, he didn't know what switch was triggered. The brazier on the wall burned instantly. Robert took a look and felt that the flame was a bit like the Gubler fairy fire, which is a flame that is said to be unquenchable. In fact, this thing is a bit black technology. , it will burn when it senses someone is around, and will be in a semi-extinguished state when no one is around.

Very energy efficient.

Along the passage, Robert quickly came to another room, which seemed to be a lounge, with a simple table and chairs, and...

stranger.

"Who are you?" The other party looked at Robert curiously, "Are you the new guy?"

Robert immediately realized that this guy was also involved in the silver vortex, so he nodded and said, "Hello, I am Robert, may I ask where this place is, I seem to be involved in a terrible place."

Upon hearing this, the other party shrugged and said helplessly, "Well, even if you ask me that, I don't know how to explain this, but as far as I know, this is actually a maze."

"Maze?" Robert was surprised, "But when I walked through it, there was only one path."

"It's very simple. The wall here can move." The other party explained in a calm tone, "By the way, you can call me Ishii."

Robert was stunned, "Ishii? Ishii Maki?"

Mr. Ishii showed a surprised expression, "Hey, do you know me?"

Robert stretched out his hand and shook his hand, "Do you remember? A few days ago, you entrusted the Magic Exorcist Agency to solve some supernatural incidents for you."

Mr. Ishii suddenly realized, "So, are you... an employee of the Magic Exorcist Agency?"

He asked, his eyes full of curiosity. After all, for most people, the profession of exorcist must be held by older people. People like Robert are probably the... assistants of real exorcists. Or assistant?

"It's okay to say that." Robert explained, "Currently, I am indeed affiliated with the Magic Exorcist Agency, and it is understandable to say that I am an employee of it."

Mr. Ishii blinked and asked in surprise, "Robert, are you an exorcist? But with the name Robert...are you a foreigner?"

"I'm a mixed race." Robert used the words he had agreed upon with Murakami and the others, "I'm just more like my father."

Mr. Ishii seemed to believe it, and his hostility, or perhaps his vigilance, disappeared a little.

"I am Maki Ishii. As you can see, I am just a folklorist." Mr. Ishii said calmly, "I originally wanted to entrust the Magic Exorcism Agency to help me check whether there is an unknown space in a certain exhibition hall of the Otsuka Museum of Art. , but it’s not needed now.”

He shrugged and said teasingly, "It seems like I've already entered."