Hogwarts Archmage

Life is sometimes like a fart. You can never be sure what kind of substance it is before it happens. And if you happen to be in class and the teacher is very serious and difficult to communicate with, then you just You can try gambling.

As the saying goes, nine times out of ten you bet, you lose.

This sentence is very suitable for Old Crabbe and his party at this time.

The weather was very hot, and in front of them was the overgrown Malfoy Manor. Even someone as stupid as him and Goyle could tell at a glance that this place might be more appropriately called a ghost place now---if ghosts could know what was going on here. How long will it take for no one to live there?

No one expected that Lucius would do things so brilliantly. Not to mention the door keys and other supplies that they were so obsessed with, Lucius even tore off the valuable relief stones on the walls and transported them away. The castle was even more devastated. It was completely empty, and a breeze blew in along the window with no window frame at all, bringing them a little bit of coolness and some comfort.

But that didn't make them feel better...or rather it made them feel worse.

"Damn Malfoy, I told them they were unreliable!"

Crabbe showed no sign of respecting Lucius in the past, and shouted angrily: "When we see the master, we must let him teach his family a painful lesson!"

Gower next to him didn't give in too much. He opened his mouth and cursed loudly. Unfortunately, his brain capacity was not high and his vocabulary was very limited. He could only curse a few words, and he was too direct and seemed to have no self-restraint.

This group of people searched around relentlessly, and finally found something just when they were about to give up.

A large jar of table salt…

It wasn't a waste, the man who happened to have a broken arm held it in his arms every day and the broken arm was a little smelly.

Crabbe and Goyle considered that his arm was broken for everyone, so they directly rewarded him with the jar of salt and asked him to throw his arm in and pickle it.

It was the weekend here, and a few people who had nothing to do gathered around the parchment enlarged by Ma En, drinking black tea and watching the excitement. When they saw the broken arm being thrown into the jar by the guy, they all acted in unison. He put down the cup in his hand.

"This idiot, what does their antiseptic magic do?" Esther said with a look of disgust.

Ma En slid his fingers on the cup wall a few times: "Dear, you have to understand... Antiseptic magic, a magic that fights against time, needs to be used continuously unless it is solidified on the utensils by highly skilled craftsmen. They Obviously I don’t have the energy…”

Margaery thought for a while: "I think they can make some simple solidifying potions."

Hermione, the only one who was not focused on "chasing the show" and was busy writing and drawing in notes to prepare for the afternoon exam, raised her head and rubbed her eyes and said: "Margaery, you forgot, they even have trouble eating, and they are also snatching clothes. What's coming...huh? What is that?"

In the middle of speaking, Hermione suddenly pointed to the parchment, drawing everyone's attention back to the picture: "Marn, is that the door key you made? Did they succeed?"

"Really, it's abandoned...but it can still be used if you don't come around Hogwarts."

Ma En came closer, zoomed in on the screen, saw some blurry letters on the stamp, and said slowly: "H...s..."

Before he could finish reading the last few letters, not only was it unclear, but there was also no need to continue reading. Ma En slapped himself on the forehead, took a few steps back, and sat on the sofa in despair.

"H...s...is Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked after thinking about it for a while.

Ma En replied with a bit of laughter and tears: "Yes, these guys are really unlucky... They searched and found them again..."

While they were talking, these guys took out a few pictures from the wall, and the writing on these pictures was even more blurry.

Crabbe distinguished a few letters on the first sheet, but he didn't understand it clearly. However, he was very sure of one thing. No matter where he went, he had to give it a try, or at least stay away from this place.

It's best to go north. In order to visit Malfoy Manor, they have traveled south from Scotland to the island of England...

After checking with magic, it was confirmed that these stamps were all door keys leading to the same place, and that none of them were damaged. Everyone activated the props in their hands. Crabbe and Goyle left last in order to prevent anyone from escaping.

Seeing the distorted shape of teleportation appearing on the screen, Hermione asked the question that had been swirling in her mind since just now.

"Marn, what will happen if the portkey goes to a place where the portkey is not allowed to enter? Will they separate like if the Apparition failed?"

Ma En shook his head: "I don't know about other door keys. These door keys I made have considered this issue. Once the destination is banned, these people will be teleported to nearby places that are familiar to the user..."

"A familiar place?" Esther thought of something, and her face suddenly became a little distorted, as if she was suppressing a smile.

"What's wrong, dear?" Ma En asked strangely.

Esther took a sip of water and suppressed her smile: "Marn, what is the most familiar place for these people outside the radiation area of ​​Hogwarts?"

"How did I know...wait a minute...you mean, that abandoned village?"

After Ma En finished speaking, the corners of his mouth began to rise crazily.

The entire black tea house was filled with cheerful laughter, and the sound was so loud that Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment just as she was about to knock on the door.

Before she could react, Margaery had already waved her magic wand, opened the inner and outer doors of the black tea house, and stepped forward to welcome Mag in. She was sitting facing the window, which she had just seen.

Jian Jian recounted the recent experiences of this group of people to Mag. Mag, a serious person, was almost speechless. He waited for a long time before talking about the purpose of the trip.

It wasn't anything important. I just happened to pass by the Black Tea House on the way back from the principal's office, so I came in to talk to Hermione about the afternoon exam, telling her what she needed to pay attention to, and that she was still very young. .

Anyway, from Marn's point of view, McGonagall's behavior was that he knew Hermione would fail the exam, but he couldn't openly criticize her and hit her. He could only comfort her in advance and help her with some psychological construction.

After everything was explained, Professor McGonagall didn't have much class or much to do in the afternoon, so she was left to have lunch by Marn. However, it was still very early, and Dobby didn't start to prepare, so she was pulled together to watch the fugitives. "Legendary Adventures".

Looking at Crabbe and Goyle sitting on a dusty bed frame in the picture, as well as a group of gray-headed wizards below, Mag shook his head: "Before this, I really didn't expect anyone to be so unlucky."