Hogwarts wizarding world tour

William still looked listless, "I think I locked it in a different space." As he said this, he began to explain his original idea to Alena. "Purple Moss feels that it is too hot here and lacks water, so I suggested that it use the fragments of the magic book to build a space so that it can live in it." William's eyes were bright, and he seemed to be full of confidence in his idea. "Besides, Purple Moss itself is a magical plant with very strong magic power. It can completely supply the Grimoire. As long as it surrenders the Grimoire, it is not difficult to shuttle between the two spaces." Alena seemed to understand. Fei nodded understandingly. She was not a wizard, so she didn't understand the difficulty and danger of doing so. "So, what was the accident?" William almost cried, "I, I underestimated the magic power required for the magic book. Now, Now the purple moss has been brought to a different space by it, and it may have been sucked dry by it." Alena was startled by his words, "William, how can you do such a dangerous experiment?" She said, After a good scolding, William shrank his neck, feeling extremely aggrieved.I don’t want to either. “Is it okay to do this?” Alena asked cautiously, her eyes full of eagerness to try.Even though she is an old woman, she still has a strong spirit of adventure.William was obviously feeling guilty. His eyes wandered for a while before he weakly replied, "Probably, no problem." This was the best solution he could think of.Like legendary artifacts, they have been passed down by word of mouth for countless generations over time, coupled with unforgettable myths. As long as these stories are instilled in them from an early age, and as long as enough time is accumulated, Zi Moss will definitely benefit.However, William had a problem with how to tell this story. "Why don't you say that you and Zi Moss defeated the evil monster beast together. When you were about to win, the monster beast counterattacked and killed Zi Moss." Alena suggested, "In order to protect this tribe, Zi Moss turned into crops. It provides food and clothing for the tribe." William's eyes lit up, "This is great. Protection and harvest are very suitable for the two attributes of plants." So, after the legend of the wolf god, this little story that sounded a bit like an extra story also It began to spread among the tribe. "It's just that where there are people, there will be conflicts of interest. The current Apache tribe does not believe this extra story." Robert shrugged, "A few other tribes have passed down the story." He said thoughtfully. Looking at the purple moss under my feet, could it be that this is the legendary purple moss merlin? Boss, are you taking hormones? You can't see the end of your growth, okay? Think wonderful ideas.Using myths and legends, ordinary objects are dyed with special colors. In this way, in fact, the legend about the Deathly Hallows circulated in the wizarding world of the Kingdom of Corruption, and the three objects were also created in this way. But what is the motivation? Items obviously have great limitations. First of all, they need to be nurtured for at least a hundred years. Secondly, they must be spread among many people. Judging from the results of the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, they need to be spread among thousands of people at least. .This laborious and thankless approach always has the illusion of planting trees for future generations.No, actually, there is still a way to use it himself. Robert suddenly thought of something, the Philosopher's Stone.The alchemist's Holy Grail, the wishing stone that can unconditionally grant all wishes, the fifth element, the highest secret of alchemy. It has so many titles that it makes people look at it, but the really coveted thing is that it can make the elixir of life.Immortal.Once the thought emerged, it was difficult to stop it. Robert instantly began to think of the intentions of the three Peverell brothers.The person who possesses all the Deathly Hallows is the master of Death.The owner of the God of Death is a bit exaggerated, but the words of the God of Death.No matter which country's mythology, this is an existence that cannot be ignored, but obviously, in the HP world, there is no such thing as the underworld. After all, even ghosts can run around in the world. The world after death must be so chaotic that it is difficult to Imagine.But having said that, the Department of Mysteries is a top-secret organization affiliated with the Ministry of Magic. It is said that its existence is long before the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic is even built on the Department of Mysteries. There is a place named the Hall of Death. The room was square in shape, with a hollow in the center, forming a huge pit twenty feet deep.In the center of the bottom of the stone pit is a raised stone platform, with a tattered arch standing on it. The door is not closed, but a tattered black curtain is hung.To be honest, according to the description, this thing is heading towards the gate of the underworld. But since there is the gate of the underworld, why are so few people hearing about the underworld? I can only say that the world of HP is really magical. .Just when Robert was still thinking wildly, the boss spoke.It was still the kind of communication method that almost stunned people. "So, William has left?" Robert thought for a while and said, "Probably passed away. After all, it has been many years." Mayflower The voyage took place on September 1620, 9, and he arrived in the United States in the same year. That was already 6 years ago. Wizard William definitely did not have Nicoléme's magic stone, and it was impossible to survive that long. "Alena is gone too?" The boss's will seemed to be quite low, and Robert felt as if the moss around him was withering.He scratched his head and said with certainty, "It should be, after all, she is just an ordinary person." Purple Moss became even more sad, "Alena is a good person." Robert nodded in agreement. In that era, someone who could be willing to be with his beloved People go far across the ocean and embark on a journey of unknown life and death. No one will believe it if it is not true love.It's just a bit reckless. "She always helps me with ideas." Purple Moss seemed to remember something happy, and her tone became lighter, "Let's bully William together." Robert nodded subconsciously, and then felt that something was wrong. "Dig up the potatoes he managed to grow and tell him they were made by goblins." "Throw the woolen blanket he woven with magic into the valley and tell him it was carried away by wolves." "Shave his hair. Drop it and let him have his head bare during the ceremony." "Pfft." Robert couldn't hold it back and laughed. It seemed very, very miserable. If there is any ceremony that requires William, an old man, to transform into a white wolf If they participate, then it can only be the harvest celebration, which is a ceremony that all Apaches must participate in.As a member of the Apache, William felt so hopeless when he faced his tribe with his head bare.