Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 520 Magic Schools in Various Countries ([-])
Most of these wizards are black, and a few are white... Most of them wear very brightly colored wizard robes, and some kind of domed, towering strange wizard hats.

Most of the Waggadu students were in a happy mood. They either pointed at Hogwarts Castle in awe or laughed, discussing loudly, and they didn't look uncomfortable at all.

Some were even so excited that they danced and sang songs on the spot.

Hermione was dumbfounded.

Not only because of their performance, but because...these guys are all Animagus,
How is this possible?
Obviously, according to "Wizard Weekly", there are only five to six Animagus in the world...

How can it be!

Are those rumors true!
In fact, it's not just Hermione... Hogwarts, many of the students of Durmour Strong, including Krum, also froze in place, staring blankly at the group of singing and dancing Waggadu students.

The leading black wizard, the guy transformed from a hippopotamus, stood up at this moment.

At the same time, he himself looks like a hippopotamus, with a square head, a gray-white beard around his chin, and thick upper and lower lips, making him look very kind and honest.

He walked up to Professor Dumbledore.

"Long time no see! Albus Dumbledore, how are you? We haven't seen each other since we parted at the International Association of Magic last time, right? About three years, or two years..."

"Two years... A little more than two years! Aginbad!" Professor Dumbledore also responded with a smile.

"Let me introduce you, this is Igor..."

"Karkaroff? The headmaster of Demu Strong Magic School, I know... He and I are old acquaintances to some extent, right? Karkaroff!"

Karkaroff took a step back, stroking his curly goatee to avoid Akinbad's eyes, and hummed softly, as if in response.

This made Krum behind Karkaroff quite curious. He raised his head and stared at the black wizard in bright red robes.

After exchanging pleasantries with Dumbledore, the wizard named Babajid Akinbad turned around and took out a small green cloth bag from his robe, and rubbed out a wisp of dust-like granular yellow dust object from it. He twisted his hands and made several strange gestures, and then blew the dust towards the mountains and roads that suddenly appeared, and towards the thick fog behind him.

The dense fog swept in like a sea wave, surging backwards, completely submerging the mountains and roads.

Just as suddenly they appeared, they also disappeared suddenly.

That unusually magnificent palace building disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hermione let out a long breath, and said with some disappointment, "That should be the largest magic school in Africa - Waggadu."

"It's older than Hogwarts, with a history of more than 1000 years... It is said that there are all kinds of magic from the entire African continent... There are magic from various indigenous tribes, and the library there even has magic from the ancient Egyptian wizarding empire... Rowena Ravenclaw once studied there..."

"And until now, some ancient magics that are not used through wands are taught in Vagadou."

"...Looking at the situation just now...the rumor should be true...all the students in Waggadu take the transformation of Animagus as the basic subject and exam...I don't know when Hogwarts will adopt this teaching method!"

There was some indescribable envy in Hermione's tone, and what she said made Ron and the others feel a little scared.

Perhaps it was because the appearance of the Waggadu School of Magic was too shocking, or maybe the wizard named Akinbad had some clues about Karkaroff. In short...

The current scene immediately changed to Dumbledore and Akinbad talking, while Karkaroff remained silent. He was very uncomfortable, his expression was urgent, and he seemed a little eager to leave here...

"Dumbledore, if you don't mind... I'll take Viktor to the castle first, he has a bit of a cold..." Karkaroff finally found a chance and interjected.

But Dumbledore didn't answer, or he didn't need to answer for the time being.

Because the surroundings became dark all at once,

Everyone froze in place.

And some of the students here have actually seen this scene before the Quidditch match.

Covering the sky and covering the moon, it's not like the Egyptian magic carpet, which is quite petty, it's just a covering of shadows... It's pure and completely covering the entire vicinity of Hogwarts Castle, and the sky and moonlight can't be seen at all.

only……

A gigantic mountain peak was floating over the castle without a sound. When McGuffin and Dumbledore woke up, they were already standing under that mountain peak.

there was silence,
Everyone looked up at the mountain peak, feeling breathless.

Even more surprising is yet to come...

Jump off the mountain...or fly down five or six wizards.

Most of them flew down on weird-looking magic props... Some stepped on flying swords, some rode huge gourds... There was even a guy who slipped all the way down on a skateboard.

Among them, there are wizards who didn't step on something, but this guy is the one who surprised everyone the most.

"Fudge? Cornelius Fudge . . . how did you get down there?"

Akinbad exclaimed in shock.

"It's me. I just had something to discuss with my colleagues in China... so I came here together. What's more, this space secret realm is now the property of the Ministry of Magic..." Fudge briefly explained, and then greeted.

"Ha, Babajid Akinbad... I knew it was you who came from Waggadu, how is it? Are you doing well there? If you want me to say that you might as well accept the position of secretary-general of the International Association of Magic... This is much more powerful than Waggadu's magic headmaster."

Fudge looked very happy. He took off the dark green top hat on his head, straightened his collar, and walked in front of Dumbledore and the others in two steps.

"This is my ambition, you know what I have always thought... The National Association of Magic cannot fundamentally change the extremely fragile balance between the wizarding world and the Muggle world... To really change the wizarding world, the only way to change the thinking of the next generation of wizards is that I accepted the invitation from my alma mater, the old headmaster..."

It’s really one thing, one thing, facing Fudge, somehow, Aginbad was a little cautious, and for some reason he actually explained his dream in detail.

"It's different, it's different, it's different from now on! The magic world will usher in great changes, and the International Association of Magic...that is, the International Confederation of Wizards will play an unprecedentedly important role! I think you, Akinbad, must have heard some rumors..." Fudge said repeatedly.

"What do you mean?" Karkaroff stared suspiciously at Dumbledore, Director Joe, and Akimbard and asked, as if he was the only one present who didn't know what it meant.

"Um, you...you will know. When everything is ready, I will explain to you..." Fudge said vaguely, changed the topic hastily, and greeted the others again.

"Okay...Dumbledore, Karkaroff...how are you!"

Fudge stretched out his hand, shook hands with several people one by one with a kind face, then turned to introduce the wizard behind him to them.

"I think you should have heard that too... The magic circle of our country has officially established diplomatic relations with the Chinese magic circle."

"This is China's Ninth Religious Mystery Management Office...the director responsible for education and student management...and also the principal of their magic school...Guohua Qiao, Director Qiao."

Fudge explained, but he stumbled, obviously he didn't understand what this series of titles and names meant.

"What do you mean? What is the name of the magic school there?" Obviously, Akinbad did not have Karkaroff's fear and hesitation in the face of Fudge, so he asked directly.

"The Ninth Religion's Mysterious Management Office!"

Director Qiao stood up and spoke in English word by word.

"What? Is this the name of a school?"

Most students and professors were stunned.

Even the corners of McGuffin's lips twitched. The name...is really hard to describe.

Why not call it Dragon Group?
"Well, that's right, the Ninth Religion's Mysterious Management Office... is the management organization of the entire Chinese magic community, and it is also the only magic education institution in our country that selects and trains young wizards."

Director Qiao was serious, extremely serious, and even said without any change in tone, just like a Muggle declaring a diplomatic announcement on TV.

"Okay, Director Qiao!" Dumbledore pronounced his Chinese very accurately. He called out Qiao Guohua's name, and then pointed to the mountain that was floating in the sky and was about to press down on the top of the north tower of the castle.

"Can you move this thing away first! Our professors and students are very worried about this..."

"Oh, it's all right! Albus, this is my request..." Fudge trailed off a bit, but the McGuffin caught a word or two as he got closer.

"...This is already the property of the Ministry of Magic... We need a venue for the third competition, and it just so happens that the colleagues of the Chinese Ministry of Magic are willing to pass some deals to refine such a miraculous magic secret for us... And this thing can also be used as a place to stay for five magic schools. I don't think Hogwarts can accommodate so many people. After all, there are ten schools of magic, isn't it?"

"By the way, is the venue for the first match now, is Hogwarts ready?...The fire dragon is being brought here again by the wizards from Romania..."

Several professors, the principal... the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, gathered together and discussed in a low voice.

Fudge took out a miniature mountain peak from his arms, put it on the palm of his hand, let it float automatically, and then turned over...

Suddenly, the mountain peak in the sky disappeared without a trace.

The moon hanging in the sky casts moonlight again.

Although Harry, Ron and the others had seen it once, they were still so shocked by this almost miraculous magic that their scalps tingled.

But at this time, it seemed that the commotion was too loud.

Mrs. Maxim, Eiichi Akagi, Chiko Morita, etc. who had already entered Hogwarts... came out from the oak door of Hogwarts again, and the Egyptian wizard Said, who had returned to his golden magic palace, also rushed over to see what happened here.

"What's going on? . . . Fudge?"

Madame Maxime asked in a low voice.

Morita Chiko stared closely at the wizards from the Chinese magic world, and her mask-like expression was finally broken.

There was a smile that was not a smile, a slightly expectant and greedy expression.

And Akagi Eiichi looked at all this with a very complicated expression.

Each of these people has their own little thoughts.

"Well, don't get cold here! Let's get in! Dumbledore... the welcome party is tomorrow night, isn't it?" Fudge said at this moment.

"Well, that's right," said Dumbledore.

"You let the students go back too? The Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft will bring the Sri Lanka Secret Society and Castro Bushe... I guess it will arrive at three or four o'clock in the morning... Those Yankees have no sense of time!" Fudge mentioned the American wizard with indescribable contempt in his tone.

All the people in front of them smiled knowingly, and they all complained about the bad deeds of the wizards of the United States and the Soviet Union, and finally came to a conclusion—the two are comparable, and they are both terrible.

"The Soviet Union... should it be called Russia now? They are in serious trouble now... The entire Muggle society is in turmoil, which has caused some problems in the supply of some common materials in the school..." Karkaroff echoed Fudge very slickly,

Then they entered the gate of Hogwarts together with Dumbledore, many professors, and students from other colleges.

Next, Professor McGonagall also beckoned the students to follow, walked through the entrance hall, and prepared to walk towards the auditorium.

And at this time, Hagrid rushed over with a jolt and a lot of noise, his hands were covered with bandages.

"How's the snail?" Harry asked Hagrid, deliberately falling behind in line.

"The growth is gratifying."

Hagrid replied happily.

Professor McGonagall frowned unhappily. After ordering Hagrid to take care of Madam Maxime's giant horse, she hurried to maintain order for the first-year little wizards. These little guys went directly to Demstrang, that is, Viktor Krum. It seemed that they wanted to get the autograph of the best Seeker ever.

"These little guys..." When Professor McGonagall rushed over in a hurry.

Higra lowered his face and purposely put on an angry face towards McGuffin, Harry and the others, he complained in a low voice, "How can you guys hide it from me?"

"what?"

"Sirius Black is Padfoot!"

"Shh-"

"Hagrid, keep your voice down." Harry looked around and told Hagrid hastily.

Fortunately, the few of them were at the end of the student team, and most of the students' attention was either on Krum, or on the appearance of each magic school, and no one cared about Hagrid's unintentional words.

Hagrid was a little displeased and walked to Madame Maxime's giant horses, ready to pull them towards his hut, which was the Forbidden Forest.

But these unruly giant horses stared at Hagrid with disdain. Their big red eyes seemed to have wisdom, and they looked up and down at the tattered clothes on Hagrid.

Then he snorted and spewed out a little spark, directly burning Hagrid's bushy beard.

Hagrid slapped again and again, and a burning smell came from his beard.

(End of this chapter)