I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 528 Departure to Canada

Owen had no interest in knowing the fact that someone wanted to use Polyjuice Potion to transform into a little boy girl.

I really don't know what Miss Granger is thinking.

this kind of thing

The deeper you explore, the more likely you are to find something inappropriate for children, or even something you find hard to accept.

It’s better to turn a blind eye.

A warning is enough. As long as I don't know, I don't care if the flood comes.

So he wrote a long letter the next day and sent it to Snape.

I wonder what the Slytherin Headmaster's mentality would be when he found out there was a pervert in his house.

on the other hand.

Harry began to miss Felicis Felicis.

Indeed, this magic potion is addictive. You don't need to take it many times, just once, and you will be addicted to the feeling. After all, no one can resist the feeling of being favored by the god of luck. No matter what you do, it is right, and good things happen one after another.

He had been having trouble with Quidditch recently, mainly.

In Harry's words, this year is the most difficult year since he joined the team.

The scores in every game were very close, and they also lost a game to Ravenclaw.

Fortunately, Ravenclaw also lost a game to Slytherin, which gave them a chance to win the championship.

But unfortunately, Owen planned to keep the remaining half of the Felixir.

As for brewing a new potion.

That was a six-month project.

It is one of the most difficult potions to brew in the world.

The materials are precious on the one hand, and the preparation steps are extremely complicated. If even one step goes wrong, the result will be a cauldron of poison.

In peacetime, perhaps they still have the time and energy, but in this period of time, who has six months of free time to brew this kind of potion?

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April passed in a chaotic state, with Miss Granger possessed by Sherlock Holmes.

It's May.

The school finally became quiet again.

Mainly, the fifth and seventh grades have to prepare for the wizarding level examinations.

Koyatel also started to review. Although she was very talented in practical courses such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, she was still a little lacking in literature-oriented courses such as History of Magic.

The NEWT exam is different from the OWL exam in that its difficulty increases exponentially.

The OWL exam can be said to be compulsory education in the wizarding world, and almost all wizards can get an average score more or less. The NEWT exam is like the college entrance examination, which directly distinguishes the upper limit of a wizard's future career choices.

Those professions that sound good, such as Auror, Healer, and Ministry of Magic staff, do not consider OWL test scores at all.

After Hermione's persuasion, Coatl finally agreed to her job as a Muggle consultant.

After the NEWT exam, she will leave Hogwarts and officially join the Muggle government.

Ron always went to see her for no reason these days.

He knew that he would not be able to see her regularly for about a year, so he had to cherish the remaining month or so in Hogwarts.

As for the others, most of them agreed with Koyalt's decision, and everyone discussed the matter in the Hufflepuff common room.

The process was nothing more than a quarrel between Justin and Ernie, one was finding merits for the Prime Minister, and the other was finding merits for the Minister of Magic, although they both disliked the leader of their own world.

But Ernie meant that Coatl could join the Ministry of Magic, or the Federation, so why choose to join the Muggle government.

And Coytel told him calmly that she had been controlled by the forces of the magical world for too long and would never join the Ministry of Magic or the Federation in her lifetime. Even if she joined the Muggle government now, it was only a trade-off.

After the war is over and Ron graduates, she will quit her job. Maybe they will travel around the world and learn from the European adventurers hundreds of years ago, flying across the seven continents and eight oceans with a magic broom.

The Hufflepuff wizards had only heard a little about her life story, but that didn't stop them from blessing her with the truth. Seeing that Koyatel was so determined, Ernie finally gave up his idea.

Hannah found some notes of ancient adventurers and shared with Coatl which attractions should not be missed.

As spring becomes more and more intense.

The castle seemed to be reborn and suddenly looked brand new.

The sunlight shines through the windows of the ancient castle and shines on the wide lawn. The golden light and the green grass are intertwined to form a harmonious picture.

In the distance, the trees in the forbidden forest are lush and green. The leaves sway gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, playing a natural melody.

The castle's spires sparkle in the sun, and the ancient stone walls seem to tell countless stories.

Occasionally, a magical creature would flit around a corner, leaving behind a beautiful trail of light and shadow.

The air is filled with a faint floral scent that makes people intoxicated.

In the garden, all kinds of magical plants are blooming. It is the best time of the year.

Unfortunately, Owen didn't have much time to appreciate the scenery.

In a month, he made about a dozen road stones.

The road stone he made was shaped like a dart, with the top made up of two triangles, one facing forward and one facing backward. In the center was an Origin crystal, and some runes could be vaguely seen in the azure crystal.

The roadstone looked different from the one Slughorn had made, but that wasn't the point. The shape could be anything, a card shape would do. What mattered was the Elementium Crystal and the ancient runes engraved on it.

He handed over a dozen of the waystones to Dumbledore.

I kept a few for myself.

Soon after, a few days later.

His grandfather Grindelwald appeared in Hogwarts.

Said goodbye to Hermione and the others.

Around mid-May, Owen and his grandfather set off for Canada.

Using a portkey, they set out from the principal's office. After being forced into a pipe for several dozen seconds, they finally landed on a snowy mountain.

"It's so cold!" Owen tightened his coat. He believed that he had definitely reached the depths of the Arctic.

This place should be located on the Elizabeth Islands in Canada, but he couldn't recognize which island it was.

But in May, at noon, the sun's angle is only half of that in Scotland, and it is horizontal in the sky. If the horizontal plane is used as the observation point, the angle of the sun is only about forty degrees.

And the surrounding temperature is very low, probably because his current location is at a high altitude. The temperature should be below zero.

<divclass="contentadv">In the distance, there was an inexplicable wolf howl.

Owen stood halfway up the mountain and looked to one side.

It turned out that there was a white mountain range ahead with peaks and ridges rising high into the sky.

That sound was the cry of the wind as it blew through the mountains and escaped through the cracks between them.

The pale mountains are like a barrier, extending endlessly to the left and right.

Owen had never known that these Arctic islands contained such spectacular mountains.

"I've been exploring here for a few months." Grindelwald covered his collar and looked at the mountains in the distance. "That's the most likely place to find something strange."

"Hmm..." Owen couldn't open his mouth too loudly due to the strong wind, so he could only whisper, "Inject magic into the road stone, it will guide us. But if the target is too far away, we will only have a vague feeling."

"That's enough," Grindelwald said, and then urged the roadstone in his arms. Sure enough, this time he no longer just felt the vast mountains and the wind rushing down from the mountains. In addition to these, he also vaguely sensed a trace of magic involvement, very faint, like looking for a drop of ink in a stream.

An ordinary wizard would certainly not be able to detect it, but he is not an ordinary wizard.

"Let's go!" he said, and then he led Owen and disappeared directly.

Honestly, using Apparition to travel is not the right choice.

Because their sensitivity to the target's position is too weak and the wind on the mountain is very strong, they may move to the wrong position and have to constantly correct it.

If it were an ordinary place, Owen would definitely prefer to fly by himself, looking for the target and adjusting the position little by little. But the environment here is too harsh.

Bakar and Shilok who followed him were unwilling to show up at all.

Hermione specifically asked him to bring the two little ones with him.

But both giant dragons and Zouwu prefer to live in temperate and tropical regions.

It's really cold here.

However, in order to end this cold journey as soon as possible, Owen persuaded Bakar to come out of his arms and take him and his grandfather to fly over the mountains.

High in the sky, Owen cast a spell to keep the wind and snow out and sat looking down at his feet.

In the mountains below, mysterious caves are scattered everywhere, and the cylindrical outlines or barrier-like structures on the peaks are becoming clearer and clearer.

It seemed as if there was an unknown ruin or city wall clinging to it.

If you want to see the whole picture, or even the source, you can only keep flying forward, to the other side that no one has ever reached.

"Strange--" Owen murmured.

"There are too many signs of human presence on this mountain. It must have been famous in the past. Why is it so desolate now, and there is no trace of its past history to the outside world?"

"It's not that there are no clues." Grindelwald said on the Dragon's Back. "I once saw a picture carved on a piece of ancient slate that showed a secret place somewhere in the Arctic."

"But - the pictures are all made of coloured stones. They look just like Muggle objects, which is probably why no one has ever noticed."

“So many relics——”

Owen looked into the distance. The cylindrical towers, ramparts and caves scattered on the hillside were clearly visible. After countless years of erosion, these ancient quartzite buildings were still intact and solid.

The caves dotted across the hillside are even more confusing.

The shapes of the caves were mostly regular ovals or semicircles, as if natural caves were shaped by a pair of big hands. The large number of caves proved that the interior of the mountain had become an unfathomable honeycomb system with many connections. God knows what kind of creatures once moved through them, but Owen can swear that they were definitely not human.

"I think--" Owen suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt angry for no reason, but the anger came strangely and went away quickly. It disappeared in an instant, so fast that people would think that it was just an illusion.

"This could be a battlefield, or a place where the Outer Gods train soldiers."

Whether it was what Owen saw with his own eyes, the hideous flesh monsters sent by the enemy when fighting against the remnants of the Outer Gods in Italy, or the [Son of Evil Omen] on the Giant Island, or the various beasts from the void that Zhang Xiaolin faced in the illusion, all of these proved that the invasion of the Outer Gods was not a one-on-one battle between gods, but a large-scale monster invasion.

King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table in the Camelot Dynasty might have faced this kind of monster. He led the human coalition and cooperated with wizards to fight against the Outer Gods. Otherwise, Merlin would not still miss a person who lived more than 1,600 years ago. If they had not experienced life and death, how could their feelings be so strong?

"It looks deserted now," Grindelwald said.

Being abandoned is obvious.

Otherwise, the Canadian Ministry of Magic would definitely have records of monsters attacking and injuring people. Now this place has been silent for who knows how many years, and the monsters that once existed are probably dead.

The wind howled and crashed against Owen's spell.

The invisible shield of the Iron Armor Curse was constantly squeezed and deformed, making a dull sound.

Mixed in with it was a flute sound with a wide range, sinister and strange, like the final warning from the Pale Mountain, or the sharp screams of the wind passing through the honeycomb-like passage.

Owen couldn't tell the difference anymore.

But that apparently doesn't matter.

Because, a huge mountain suddenly appeared in his sight, a Great Wall of Despair, thousands of feet high, stretching to both sides like a pillar at the end of the world.

The mountain face on his side was lit by the very low sun, while the other side was shrouded in clouds.

Owen took out the kerbstones.

Infuse with magic.

The gem inlaid in the center glowed with a faint blue light.

Then, wherever the light shone, the clouds on one side of the mountain retreated to both sides.

Just like the creation of the sky.

And just as Bakar flapped his wings and flew over the mountain ridge, a huge, exaggerated city appeared in front of them.

The complex urban layout is arranged in a geometric layout that is so strict that it is almost paranoid, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Owen estimated that this should be a huge city that could accommodate a million people.

A city of a million people from a thousand years ago, or even earlier, was built in this far north. On this snowy plain that was not suitable for human habitation, how could this not be amazing?

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed through Owen's mind.

The people who live here -- they can't all be wizards.

Because ordinary Muggles simply can't survive here!

But - Millions of Wizards.

Millions of wizards thousands of years ago. It's ridiculous to think about it.

How many humans were there at that time?

millions?

Can't everyone be a wizard?

But the scene before us - this is definitely not something that can be built overnight by one person and one country.

Even with the current British Ministry of Magic, even if they increase the manpower five or ten times, they may not be able to build such a huge city on this snowy plain.

This abandoned city ruins will never...

It can’t be - it’s God’s creation.