Hogwarts Archmage

Margery put the elixir into the bottle, and some white foam invisible to the naked eye got in through the cracks in the door and window and flowed back into her body.

Ma En was sitting on a recliner in the corner of the workshop and taking a nap. He felt some wind and couldn't help but get excited and rubbed his eyes: "Margery, are you okay?"

She gestured towards Ma En with the test tube that she had just corked, and said with a smile: "Lucky me, we're half an hour ahead of schedule."

"Then let's go."

Ma En jumped up from the recliner: "It seems like we haven't been out for a long time... There is also the matter of the competition. At that time, it was said that the rules would be changed and the second competition would be held soon. We have to discuss it and see if we can find some Good hands."

Margaery raised her eyebrows. She almost ignored the matter. After hearing this, she said, "I think we should postpone this matter for a while."

"what happened?"

"I want to outsource this activity to the United States Ministry of Magic, but I have to wait for Mr. Walder to talk to them first..."

Ma En shrugged: "Believe me, the negotiation process will not be pleasant."

"That's not necessarily true. Grant should still be happy."

"Too…"

The two walked out together.

Hermione and Esther were working on a clearing in the enclave. Spring had arrived, and they planned to plant something here, but they obviously had a little dispute over the specific issue of what to plant.

"I think it's better to plant some beetroot, which will be needed to make beetroot soup." Esther was defending his national delicacy.

Hermione was not to be outdone: "I think the potatoes are good, and the fish and chips are really delicious."

"Potatoes can be planted until October."

"Beetroot too."

Ma En sighed, turned to Margery and said, "Do you think they have forgotten that they are magicians and don't need to care so much about the seasons."

"No, I think they are just arguing for the sake of arguing. Otherwise, why don't they open up another piece of land? That's not troublesome. If it doesn't work, I can lend them the medicine field--as long as they are willing to stop such childish discussions. .”

"Okay..." Ma En smacked his mouth twice and said.

He had no intention of breaking up the fight. When a man has two wives, if he doesn't know how to hold a bowl of water levelly, then he might as well not hold it at all. In this regard, he is quite sensible.

The argument over there came to the last moment. Esther frowned and mocked: "Old-fashioned British guy."

"Barbaric Slavs." Hermione shot back in time.

Then the two of them turned their heads at the same time and smiled sweetly. It was obvious that the weather had begun to warm up, and he was not afraid of the cold, but Ma En shivered.

"It suddenly occurred to me that going out today might not be a wise decision."

Margaery lamented: "A childish guy will always make those around him childish..."

She stood up and walked over there, chatting with them casually, and the atmosphere quickly became cheerful.

After a little research to see if there was anything missing, and after confirming that everything was ready, the four of them walked to the steps. Esther snapped her fingers, and a flying carpet floated out of the room.

After simply casting a few confusion spells, with Esther still driving, they sat on the flying carpet and fell from the sky to the ground.

"How did we get here?" Ma En asked with some confusion.

According to his idea, even if he and the others were not at the top of the "golden house", they would still be in about the same position, but now they have obviously reached what is considered a suburb...

In the distance, a group of laughing old people are teasing a girl who looks very well-behaved and sensible. The houses are all small single-family houses with small courtyards. The roads are a bit old but still clean. There are some small shrubs on the roadside that are not from the unified planning. ...They are very neat, but they are only limited to a certain section of the road. After this section, it becomes another kind of neatness.

"Well...Marn, did you know that the earth can rotate on its own..."

Hermione tried to educate him: "The tea house does not run automatically, and we have not added this kind of positioning magic. Dobby has always been responsible for the adjustment. According to our height and the rough adjustment method of the house elves, we are now It’s lucky to be in the middle of an ocean.”

Marn opened his mouth, feeling that he should refute, but what Hermione said really made sense...

"Where should we go next? Should we continue riding the flying carpet?" Ma En, who had nothing to say, simply changed the subject abruptly.

Margaery smiled: "Why not try the Muggle lifestyle?"

"How to try?"

She did not speak, but walked up to the group of people and said: "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, do you know the contact information of the taxi company? We need to go to Manhattan, thank you very much."

"Manhattan? My son works there. He often calls for taxis..." An old lady stood up tremblingly, which made Ma En sweat.

After watching her go back to her house to look for the phone book, they also started chatting casually with the people here. They didn't say much. The main thing was that the people here casually asked them where they were from.

For this reason, Margaery also told a little lie. She said that she and a few people met a driver who had a bad heart. After collecting the money, she secretly drove away while a few people got out of the car to stretch their bodies. They walked for a long time before finally getting there. Come over here.

The little girl hid in the crowd and watched these people secretly. She always felt that these people should not look like this, especially the shorter of the two black-haired ladies, which always made her feel There is an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

Although she was young, she had never been a person with stage fright. Thinking of this, she squeezed out of the crowd and stood in front of Esther, tilting her head and asking: "Sister, have we met? I always feel that you are so familiar." .”

Esther was stunned for a moment, and then quickly felt the situation of this little girl... What a coincidence...

She squatted down and looked at the little girl with a smile and said, "Maybe it's in a dream?"

"Is that so?"

"may be."

The little girl nodded with understanding, stretched out her little hand, and made a handshake gesture: "Hello, my name is Jima."

Esther glanced at her, took off her silk gloves and put them on her little hands: "Hello, Gemma, I'm Esther."

Then he pointed to the people behind him and said: "The man's name is Marn, the black-haired girl is called Margaery, and the brown-haired girl is called Hermione. They are my family."

Gemma tried her best to stand on tiptoes and waved to the three people over there: "Hello~"

After she finished speaking, she was a little confused. There was a large group of old men and women behind her. Which one should she introduce first?

At this moment, there was the sound of a car braking not far away. She happily pointed at the middle-aged man who had just got out of the car and said, "That's my dad, Victor."

When Victor heard his name and glanced this way, he was dumbfounded.