I, Hogwarts Second Week

"This" Hermione said with disbelief written all over her face.

She read the words on the newspaper in her hand word for word.

This is a French newspaper after all.

Although she didn't understand many of the words, she had to look carefully and guess based on the context.

I’m afraid I’ve read the wrong word.

As she watched, she translated the text back into English and read it to the other little wizards!

"how come."

Not only Hermione, but also Harry and Ron beside her showed shocked expressions after hearing the Federation official's story.

Who doesn't know the reputation of the "Secret Act".

In their first History of Magic lesson at school, Professor Spencer taught about the "Law of Secrecy".

Owen was imprisoned in Azkaban for violating the "Secrecy Act" before.

The prestige of this law has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

You know, not everyone can get out of Azkaban as easily as Owen.

In fact, the Ministry of Magic's penalties for violating the Statute of Secrecy are quite severe, and the UK is not a special case in this regard.

This is true throughout Europe and North America.

"They-the Federation isn't going after them?" Harry looked at the newspaper Hermione placed on the table. He couldn't understand the French on it.

But he could see the photo on the front page of the newspaper clearly.

That's a palace.

A magnificent palace.

"You should know." At this moment, Sirius and Mr. Arthur's expressions were moved.

Among them, Mr. Arthur was the first to speak and the young wizard explained: "The International Federation of Wizards is an organization that was only established in the seventeenth century. Before that, the wizarding world had its own set of norms."

"Over there in the Far East, they have had a tradition of communicating with Muggles for thousands of years."

"But -" Ron wanted to retort.

After all, the law of secrecy is deeply ingrained in the hearts of European wizards.

"Ming is a founding member of the Federation. Ron - not all countries have signed the "International Federation of Wizards Secrecy Law". Although they have also chosen to hide themselves and will not expose the wizarding world to a large extent." Sirius continued to explain after Mr. Arthur's words: "But that's not because of the Statute of Secrecy, but because they have a living tradition called 'hermit practice'."

“In addition, in that land, they have other traditions, such as young wizards who graduate from magic schools will travel to the Muggle world to integrate with them, etc.

They call this behavior ‘joining the world’. "

"In short, in the final analysis, the magical world is still stronger than fists, and their fists are stronger than those of the Federation. What can the Federation say?

Just like Grindelwald decades ago, he almost overthrew the Federation. If it weren't for Dumbledore, we might not be hosting the World Cup in this wilderness now.

But in London - in some Muggle stadium. "

"That's enough, Sirius." Mr. Arthur quickly interrupted his dangerous speech.

What he just said, the thoughts implied are quite dangerous.

Mr. Arthur looked at him cautiously, sizing up Sirius silently. Could it be that so many years in Azkaban made him resent the Ministry of Magic?

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed a possibility.

"Sirius is actually right. When the Federation was first established, it was led by the British Wizards Council (the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic). After all, the order in which the wizarding world operates today was actually forcibly promoted by the British. You Guess what about those who were against it in the first place?" Owen suddenly laughed, his fingers tapping on the table, and the sound of 'dong dong' echoed in the hearts of the little wizards.

"You talk about Merlin all day long, but do you know that Merlin, one of the most powerful wizards in the history of magic, has the ability to destroy the world.

With a lifespan of more than a thousand years, he forced the idea of ​​protecting Muggles throughout Europe. Could it be that he relied on his mouth? "

He held his cheek with one hand and held up the spoon with the other. "In the final analysis, it is the decline of British wizards. They no longer have the courage to dominate the entire Europe. The "Act of Secrecy" system established by themselves was originally intended to restrict wizards from other countries. development, but now it is gradually limiting itself.”

I saw that the atmosphere around me became more subtle.

Hermione kept winking at him.

Owen stopped.

Fortunately, Mr. Weasley and the others didn't know that Owen was actually French. Otherwise, what he just said would definitely anger them.

After all, if a British person evaluates himself, it can be said to be self-deprecating.

But for a Frenchman to belittle them like this is a bit too presumptuous.

"Okay! Let's talk about the magic school in the Ming Dynasty." He changed the topic and talked about the magic school in the Ming Dynasty again, the last magic school certified by the Federation.

"Her name is: Kunlunxu. In local mythology, it means the 'Hometown of All Gods'." ps: Taken from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wild West", not a romance novel.

"You can also call it Kunlun Xu Magic School. Like Hogwarts, it has three colleges, namely Chang'an Taixue in Chang'an, Jixia Academy in Linzi, and Jixia Academy in Taishan Mountains. Of—Chengtian Palace.”

"Although they all belong to Kunlun Xu, the difference from Hogwarts is that Chang'an Taixue, Jixia Academy, and Chengtian Palace are independently run schools. They have different teaching concepts and enrollment methods. You can think of them as three schools of magic.

They are one of the oldest magic schools in the world. Kunlunxu has a history of more than 2,000 years. Even if the three major schools are independent of each other due to certain changes, the history of Jixia Academy alone is more than 2,300 years old. history. "

"So ancient?"

The little wizards, who had regained their consciousness, looked at Owen in surprise.

"But - the older the family, the more..." Hermione asked the question first.

Compared to the pure-blood families in the UK, a country with schools with thousands of years of history, can it have fewer pure-blood family wizards?

Look at the Black, Malfoy, and Lestrange families, which one of them doesn't have a deep contempt for Muggles.

For example, the Weasley family has obviously never married a Muggle, and their bloodline is not as pure as the above families, but they are regarded as a pure-blood shame simply because they are friendly to Muggles.

How could it happen in the Far East?

"Is it rotten?" Owen chuckled, and then replied: "In the beginning, there was indeed such a rotten thought.

Initially they didn't even allow wizards and Muggles to marry.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals

This idea lasted until 2,500 years ago.

That era when etiquette collapsed and music collapsed. Humanistic ideas from various schools of thought have seriously impacted the status of pure-blood wizards.

After a war that lasted for hundreds of years.

Kunlunxu's three colleges are independent of each other.

And a new academic trend began to lead that land. Chang'an Taixue is the first magic school in the world that does not use blood as the admission criterion (in fact, almost everyone is pure blood. They are all descendants of Yan and Huang.)

They are meritocratic. Anyone with magical talent can enter one of the three academies. They also have a sorting ceremony. The thoughts of sages from hundreds of schools of thought gather on a statue. They will divide the school according to the performance of the little wizard. tendencies, thereby sorting them into corresponding schools.

The three major scholars represented the three colleges.

Among them, my favorite is Chang'an Imperial College. "Irving continued to take out newspapers from his pocket, which he had collected while traveling in Europe.

He even got a copy of Chang'an Daily.

The front page was Taixue's photo.

In the photo, the wizards in colorful costumes seemed to be holding some kind of celebration.

Although it was far less than what they saw with their own eyes, the appearance of Chang'an Imperial Academy was still vaguely presented to them.

It was a school where all fabled praise pales in comparison.

Even the vocabulary in my mind cannot describe the true beauty of Taixue in words.

This is a city built in the mountains, and in the distance it is part of the Qinling Mountains. The people of Chang'an built the city by taking advantage of the gap in the mountain itself, and built a ring-shaped city wall around it.

This gives the entire city the shape of a semicircle.

The cliffs are full of abandoned statues, ruins and scars from battles.

Huge and various giant swords were inserted here, and there were ruins everywhere. There were even some huge statues that fell to pieces on the lake.

The people of Chang'an did not clean or repair those ruins, but preserved them respectfully.

This is their tradition.

There is no doubt that Ming Dynasty has a long and profound history, and no living Ming Dynasty person dares to claim to know its entire history.

Perhaps even they themselves are unable to know the stories behind these ruins.

But they stubbornly kept it.

An ancient and noble history. Just like this city, it exudes unique and attractive charm.

On the high mountain, an indescribable sycamore tree bears the sky.

In the photo, it is already sunset, but there are millions of lights on the top of the mountain covering the entire sky like silk.

The colorful ribbons of light moved with the wind and illuminated the entire city.

Guangbai Canyon.

Wutong smoke.

These are the two most famous scenery in Taixue.

"The school motto of Taixue." Owen cleared his throat, and then slowly said in the purest Chinese: "A gentleman's car is both common and numerous. A gentleman's horse is both idle and galloping. Chang'an Taixue learned from that gentleman.

The phoenix is ​​singing, on that high hill. The phoenix trees are growing and the sun is rising there. Chang'an Imperial College studied in Chaoyang. "

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked confused.

The other little wizards also leaned over.

A brand new, unfamiliar magic school is enough to arouse their interest.

Besides, Irving speaks so highly of this school.

It's really fascinating.

"It means I'm more powerful than the sun." Owen explained casually. Asking him to translate ancient Chinese into English was a bit too far.

After all, he is not a professional translator.

"Forehead"

Everyone was filled with doubts, and they felt that the quality of this school had suddenly dropped by several levels.

"Okay, let's be practical." Owen saw that these little guys were starting to become arrogant again, so he immediately organized words to attack them, "Chang'an Imperial Academy, and even the entire Ming magic world, have three remarkable characteristics:

First, the spells are mixed. Over the long history, Chinese magicians have created a large number of spells. Magic patterns, magic, Taoism, magical powers, etc. Countless.

Secondly, the diversity of spellcasting. The Ming Dynasty's magic world is tolerant and enterprising. It widely absorbs magic techniques from all over the world, learns the strengths of all the masters, and takes the essence and discards the dross. Although trees with magical properties are still the most widely used medium today, they do not rely solely on magic wands. Hand gestures, long swords, staffs, etc. still retain their inheritance.

Third, the mage population is large. Chang'an Taixue is currently the magic school with the largest area and the largest number of students in the world. There are more than 20,000 teachers and students in the school. The huge population naturally brings about diversity in spellcasting and learning magic. As a Confucian school, Chang'an Taixue has extraordinary influence throughout Asia. "

"Wait - twenty thousand people?" Harry's jaw dropped.

How many people are here at Hogwarts?

He didn't know, but there were definitely no more than a thousand people.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were 20,000 people in a magic school!

this.

No wonder they can ignore the federation's ban

How many wizards are there in the whole of Europe?

How many Aurors can there be!

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.

"That land is the birthplace of magic. It has magical skills that are unimaginable elsewhere. When I graduate, I will definitely go to the Far East to travel." Owen drank a big gulp of the polenta in his bowl, "Maybe there will be more Living there for many years, I got to spend some time studying magic that was very different from Europe.”

"Hmph! That's a good idea." Sirius nodded, agreeing with Owen's future plan.

In his opinion, it was a blessing for Europe that this little black devil could stay away from Europe.

In the end, don’t come back again.

Save yourself more trouble.

"Traveling?" Harry murmured to himself.

This is indeed a good idea.

He still knows too little about the magical world, and he is not even as good as Ron in this regard.

Maybe he should go out for a walk while he graduates?

The other Gryffindors also showed fascinated expressions.

The more wonderful Owen said, the more curious they became about the world on the other side of the ocean.

I really want to experience it myself and see those magic schools.

Look how different they are from Hogwarts.

At a breakfast, everyone was a little lost.

But it doesn't matter, because soon, everyone will have a new kind of fun.

After breakfast.

The group of people left the tent.

There are a hundred thousand wizards out there! People from all over the world will definitely gain a lot of experience.

At this time, the sun had just risen and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions, as far as the eye could see.

People walked between the tents, looking around with interest.

Only then did the little wizards understand that there were so many wizards in the world. They had never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before.

The campers on the site gradually woke up.

The first to get up were families with young children.

Harry had never seen such a young wizard. I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand in his hand, happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly expanded to the size of a sausage. . As they reached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin! You are not allowed to - touch - your dad's - wand again - ouch!"

She stepped on the fat slug, and it exploded with a pop.

They walked far away, and heard her shouting in the silent air, mixed with the little boy's cry - "You have crushed the insects! You have crushed the insects!"

After walking for a while, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet lightly skimming the dewy grass. A wizard who works at the ministry has seen them.

He hurried past Owen and the others, muttering in annoyance: "It's broad daylight! My parents are probably sleeping in -"

Fireworks gradually began to rise all around.

From time to time, the little wizards could see adult wizards coming out of their tents and starting to make breakfast.

Some looked furtively and lit the fire with their wands; some struck matches with doubtful expressions on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

Three African male wizards were sitting there talking seriously about something. They were all wearing long white robes and roasting something like a hare on a pile of purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American witches and wizards were sitting there chatting and laughing. A shiny banner of Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry hung high between their tents.

Harry heard fragments of conversation coming from the tents they passed. They were all speaking strange languages. He couldn't understand a word, but everyone's voice was excited.

After all, it is a beautiful language.

"Oh my God! They are all supporters of the Irish national team."

With that said, they walked to the bottom of a hillside.

Looking from the foot of the mountain, ahead, all the tents are covered with a thick layer of clover, looking like countless strange green hills emerging from the ground.

In the tent with the curtain opened, you can see smiling faces.

"Nonsense, we don't support the Irish team, why should we support the Bulgarian team?" The twins each put an arm on Ron's shoulders.

"You don't support Bulgaria, do you, Ron!" The two looked at him playfully, their eyes full of danger.

"I"

Ron lowered his head and said nothing.

He just muttered, "Do I dare not support it?"

"I really want to see what's hanging on the tents in Bulgaria?" Hermione said.

"Just go over and take a look." Owen said, and then pointed in another direction. Another hillside was covered with Bulgarian chess pieces.

When they got closer, they saw clearly that it was three-color chess pieces, white, green and red, floating in the breeze.

The tents here are not covered with any plants, but each tent has the same poster, which shows a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face only blinks and frowns.

"Krum," Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" said Ron. "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"