I, Hogwarts Second Week

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

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

this kind of thing

The further you explore, the more likely you are to find something that is not suitable for children or even unacceptable to you.

It's better to turn a blind eye.

Just a warning and that's it. As long as I don't know, don't worry about the flood.

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

I don’t know what the headmaster of Slytherin’s mentality will be after learning that there is a pervert in his college.

on the other hand.

Harry began to miss the Elixir.

Indeed, this kind of magic potion is addictive. You don’t need to use it more often, just once, and you will be hooked on that feeling. After all, no one can refuse the feeling of being favored by the God of Luck, no matter what you do. Yes, good things keep happening.

He was mainly having trouble with the Quidditch game recently.

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

Every score was tight, and they also lost one game to Ravenclaw.

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

But it's a pity that Owen plans to keep the remaining half of the elixir.

As for brewing a new spiritual elixir.

That was a six-month project.

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

On the one hand, the materials are precious, and the cooking steps are also incredibly cumbersome. If you make even one mistake, the result will be a crucible of poison.

In peaceful times, maybe they still have the time and energy. At this time, who has six months of free time to brew this kind of potion?

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April was spent in a state of madness possessed by Miss Granger and Sherlock Holmes.

It's May.

The school finally became quiet again.

Mainly the fifth and seventh graders are preparing for the Wizarding Level Examination.

Koyatel also began to review. Although she was extremely talented in practical courses such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, she was still somewhat deficient in literature-focused courses such as History of Magic.

The N.E.W.T. exam is different from the O.W.L. exam in that its difficulty increases exponentially.

The O.W.L. exam can be said to be compulsory education in the wizarding world. Almost all wizards can get more or less average results. The N.E.W.T. exam is like the college entrance examination. It directly determines the upper limit of wizards' future career choices.

Those professions that sound good, such as Aurors, therapists, and Ministry of Magic staff, will not consider O.W.L. test scores at all.

After Hermione's persuasion, Coattell finally agreed to work as a Muggle consultant.

After the N.E.W.T. exams, she would leave Hogwarts. Officially joins the Muggle government.

Ron always went to see her these days when he had nothing to do.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to see her often for about a year, so he naturally had to cherish the little more than a month he had left at Hogwarts.

As for the others, most agreed with Koatl's decision, and the matter was discussed in the Hufflepuff common room.

The process is nothing more than a quarrel between Justin and Ernie. One is looking for the good points for the Prime Minister, and the other is looking for the good points for the Minister of Magic. Although neither of them likes the leader of their world.

But what Ernie meant was that Koatl could join the Ministry of Magic or the Federation, so why would he choose to join the Muggle government.

Koatl told him plainly that she had been controlled by the forces of the wizarding world for too long and would never join the Ministry of Magic or the Federation in this life. Even if she joins the Muggle government now, it is just a trade-off. Policy.

When the war is over and Ron graduates, she will quit her job, and maybe they will travel around the world, learning how European adventurers did hundreds of years ago, flying across the seven continents and eight oceans with a magic broomstick.

Regarding her life experience, the little wizards of Hufflepuff had only heard a little about it, but this did not prevent them from blessing her with the truth. Seeing that Coyatl was so determined, Ernie finally gave up his idea.

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

As spring becomes more and more intense.

The castle also seemed to be reborn, suddenly taking on a new look.

The sunlight shines through the old castle windows and onto the wide lawn. The golden light interweaves with the green grass to form a harmonious picture.

In the distance, the trees in the Forbidden Forest are lush and green, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, playing natural music.

The spiers of the castle shine in the sun, and the ancient stone walls seem to tell countless stories.

Occasionally, a magical creature flits around the corner, leaving a beautiful shadow.

There is a faint floral fragrance in the air that makes people intoxicated.

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

It's a pity that Owen didn't have much thought to enjoy the scenery.

Over the course of a month, he made about a dozen road stones.

The road stone he made looks like a dart. The top is composed of two triangles, one forward and one reverse. In the center is an elemental crystal. Some runes can be vaguely seen in the blue crystal.

The roadstones looked different from those made by Slughorn, but that was not the point. The shape of a card would do. What mattered was the source crystal and the ancient runes engraved on it.

He handed over a dozen roadstones to Dumbledore.

He kept a few for himself.

Not long after, a few days later.

His grandfather Grindelwald appeared at Hogwarts.

He said goodbye to Hermione and the others.

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

They set off from the principal's office with a portkey. After being forced into a pipe for almost tens of seconds, they landed on a snowy mountain.

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

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

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

And the temperature around was very low, probably because he was at a high altitude. The temperature should be below zero.

In the distance, there was an inexplicable wolf howl.

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

It turned out that in front of him was a white mountain range with peaks and ridges rising to the sky.

That sound was the cry of the wind blowing through the mountains and escaping from the gaps between the mountains.

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

Owen never knew that there were such spectacular mountains on these islands in the Arctic.

"I have been exploring here for several months." Grindelwald covered his collar and looked at the mountains in the distance. "That is the most likely place to have something strange."

"Hmm..." The strong wind made Owen unable to open his mouth too loudly. He could only whisper, "Inject magic into the road stone, it will guide us. But if the target is too far away, there will only be a vague feeling."

"Enough." Grindelwald said, and then urged the road stone 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, very faint, like looking for a drop of ink in a stream.

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

"Let's go!" He said, and then led Owen to Apparate and disappeared.

To be honest, using Apparition to travel is not the right choice.

Because their perception of the target location is too weak, and the wind on the mountain is very strong, they will 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.

The two little guys were specially asked by Hermione, and he must bring them with him.

But both dragons and Zouwu like to live in temperate and tropical areas.

It's really too cold here.

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

In the sky, Owen held up a spell to isolate the wind and snow outside and sat down to look at his feet.

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

It seems that there is an unknown ruin or a city wall climbing on it.

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

"Strange--" Owen murmured.

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

"It's not that there are no clues." Grindelwald said on the dragon's spine, "I have seen a picture of a secret place in the Arctic carved on a slate from ancient times."

"But - the picture is decorated with colored stones. It is no different from Muggle objects. Maybe this is why no one has ever noticed it."

"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 are still intact and hard.

The caves scattered all over the hillside are even more confusing.

The shapes of those caves are mostly regular ellipses or semicircles, as if natural caves were shaped by a pair of big hands. The large number of caves proves that the interior of the mountain has become a well-connected and unfathomable honeycomb system. God knows what kind of creatures used to travel inside, but Owen can swear that it will never be human.

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

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

Whether it was the hideous flesh monsters sent by the opponent when Owen saw 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 these proved that the invasion of the Outer Gods was not a one-on-one battle between gods, but a large-scale monster invasion.

In the Camelot Dynasty, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table 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 the feelings be forged so solid.

"It seems that this place is deserted now." Grindelwald said.

It is obvious that it is deserted.

Otherwise, the Canadian Ministry of Magic would definitely have records of monsters attacking and injuring people. Now this place has been silent for many years, and the monsters in the past are probably dead.

The wind whistled and hit Owen's spell.

The invisible screen of the Iron Armor Spell was constantly squeezed and deformed. It made a dull sound.

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

Owen could no longer tell.

But this was obviously not important.

Because, a huge mountain suddenly appeared in his sight, a wall of despair, thousands of feet high, stretching left and right like a pillar at the end of the world.

The mountain on his side was illuminated by the low sun, and the other side was shrouded in clouds.

Owen took out the road stone.

Infused with magic power.

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

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

It was like the sky was opening.

And at the moment when Bakar flapped his wings and flew over the ridge, a huge, exaggerated city appeared in front of them.

The complex city layout was arranged in a harsh and almost paranoid geometric layout, and there was no end in sight.

Owen estimated that this should be a giant city that can accommodate a million people.

A city of a million people in the millennium, or even earlier, is still built in this far north. On this snowfield that is not suitable for human habitation at all, how can this not be amazing.

At this time-Owen's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration.

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

Because ordinary Muggles can't survive here at all!

But - millions of wizards.

Thousands of years ago, millions of wizards. It's ridiculous to think about it.

How many humans were there at that time?

Millions?

It's impossible that all of them were wizards?

But the scene in front of us - this can't be built overnight, by one person and one country.

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

This abandoned city can't be.

It can't be - God's creation.