Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

York Train Conductor's prediction is still a little off...maybe he doesn't know about jet lag? In short, when the little wizards finally saw the land on the horizon, their eyes were wet.

It’s not easy! Yesterday afternoon, I told them that I would arrive that night, and in the evening I told them that it would be the next morning, and now it is already the afternoon of the next day!

It actually took them a day to reach their destination!

Although the time on the pocket watch was a bit strange, the little wizard didn't care that much. They had waited a long, long time to reach the shore!

Cheers rang out in the carriage, and the young wizards took out all the salutes they could buy to celebrate in the carriage, completely unaware of the Aurors' increasingly darker faces.

Make trouble! Little bastards!

The expressions on the faces of the Aurors who had already begun to think about how to deal with these brats in the next year became more and more kind.

However, the joyful atmosphere did not last long. The twins who took the opportunity to sell fireworks had just collected half of the train's price when a rapid siren sounded in the carriage.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is the conductor's room, can you hear me?" Conductor York's voice suddenly sounded in each carriage. He probably felt that he was a bit stupid to ask, so he added, "It's close. Please inform me that there is an emergency now..."

Someone probably told him that he could hear sounds. York continued, "Although we have communicated with the Ministry of Magic, it is obvious that the communication between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggles in Neon Kingdom is not as smooth as we imagined. In short, , Well, we may be attacked next..."

His voice was vague, as if he was secretly scolding the Neon Ministry of Magic for being unreliable, "Mr. Black, please try your best to maintain order and protect the children."

With that said, he turned off the broadcast, leaving only the confused Aurors and the somewhat dull little wizards.

"Harry, we must help the Aurors maintain order!" Hermione grabbed Harry and undoubtedly wanted to pull him away, but was stopped by Sirius.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Sirius hurried over, "That idiot York didn't even inform me. In any case, it's too dangerous for you to maintain order. Leave it to us!"

However, neither Harry nor Hermione agreed with his words.

"We are prefects!" Hermione took out her badge and pinned it on her chest. "Since we are prefects, we should help maintain order at this time."

Harry also took out his badge, "Aurors are responsible for protecting safety, and prefects are responsible for maintaining order. This makes sense, right?"

Sirius scratched his head, as if he wanted to refute, but before he could say anything, violent vibrations came continuously.

Underfoot!

"What's going on? What's going on?" an Auror screamed, "Why are we being attacked below the train? We are in the sky!"

Harry and Hermione lost their balance and fell to the ground.

"Oh my God!" Hermione's alarm bells rang in her heart, "Did they launch a missile?"

Sirius heard a not-so-nice term, "What are you talking about? Missile? What is that?"

"Um." Hermione thought for a long time and finally came up with a description, "That is, a cutting spell that can attack objects thousands of meters high?"

"Oh." Sirius seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth, "The range is really far, but why didn't I see this thing when I was in Fu Country? Don't we have it in Fu Country?"

"Of course there are rotten countries." Hermione said matter-of-factly, "Have you never seen the Queen's Trooping the Parade?"

"Hmm... no." Sirius curled his lips, "So, Muggles still have weapons that can hurt us?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, so it is a wise idea for wizards to hide themselves, but if they continue to be isolated from the world, they may one day be taken advantage of by Muggles."

Harry endured the impact from underneath him, raised his hands and interrupted, "Hermione, can your science lesson wait for a while? Should we go and calm down the other students now? Also, can the train carry it?" Can you withstand such a violent impact?"

Hermione coughed dryly and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, but I don't know, but Mr. York should... be able to do something about it, right?"

However, before she could finish her words, the radio rang again, "Mr. Leslie, come and help! The protective circle is about to be unable to hold up!"

Hermione cast a dark glance at the ceiling, feeling that the train conductor had failed to live up to her expectations. Who knew that when she looked up, she saw a "Spider-Man".

"Robert, why are you hanging yourself up there?" Hermione looked on dumbfounded, completely confused as to whether her male partner was engaging in daily confusing behavior.

Robert waved his hand from them, and seeds fell on them one by one, "I feel there is some danger, and I am going to make the train stronger. You go to calm the other students, and I will go to the cab to see what happened."

With that said, he used the vines to go away.

Not to mention, now that the little wizards have run out of the car, walking on the ceiling is much faster than walking on the ground. By the time Robert came to the cab, Mr. York was already sweating, and on the white walls of the cab, lights Various red squares.

It actually has a sci-fi feel to it.

"Okay, what happened?" Robert asked, "Why do I think you have changed your style again?"

Mr. York was startled, and then his eyes lit up, "Come and help! Use your alchemy!"

"What?" Robert was confused, "Tell me what to do? Reinforce the carriage, counterattack, or adjust the magic circle?"

"It's too late to explain. In short, the outer layer of the carriage is protected by a magic circle. If the attacks from outside continue like this, I think even if the magic circle can hold on, the carriage inside will not be able to hold on!" Mr. York said shouted, "The impact of these attacks is so strong, it's like there are more than 30,000 repel spells attacking at the same time! How many wizards did they send to ambush us?!"

"It's probably not a wizard." Robert explained casually, "It's just a conventional weapon of the Muggles. They are just saying hello to us. You can find a way to land far away from the land! In short... I understand, from Is it possible to get on the roof of the car here?”

"What? What did you say?" York was stunned. He stared blankly at Robert's leaving figure, "Conventional Muggle weapons? What are those unconventional weapons? Can they all evaporate us?"

Well, in a way, Mr. York has the truth.