Hogwarts Archmage

Traveling is a very special thing.

If you go out with unfamiliar acquaintances such as strangers or ordinary colleagues, in most people's eyes, the starting point is the end point, and nothing can compare with the big bed and sofa at home.

But when traveling with family and friends, I always hope that the journey will be longer and that the road will not be too rushed. Even if I think about where to go, it doesn’t matter even if the place deviates. I can just go for a walk and come back. good.

Just like the current Ma En people.

The few people who were supposed to be walking in the northwest direction now landed in France in the southeast direction. The reason was that a few girls accidentally mentioned that the gardens at the former site of Beauxbatons were very beautifully arranged. They could come and refer to the enclave. Make it like this.

The Rainbow Enclave is so large that originally there would be some magic potions or crops grown on it. However, as more and more medicinal gardens are owned by Margery and Marn gradually loses interest in farming, now it has become Some were bare, leaving only a piece of grass and a small patch of flowers that Esther had raised.

"This layout seems difficult to imitate."

Esther took out a drawing board, stood next to the railing of the enclave, and quickly drew a simple diagram showing the combination of various flowers and the structure of the land.

Margery walked up behind her and looked at it: "This seems to require mountain structure, but this is impossible in the Rainbow Enclave... Or should we do this on Hexagram Island?"

"It's not appropriate to plant something like this on the Hexagram Island," Esther shook her head and said, "It's just a piece of glass. If you cover it with soil and plant things, it will destroy the original artistic conception and it won't look good."

"Then learn the structure and match it. We are just a reference, not a replica."

The two of them studied how to place and modify it for a while. Hermione didn't quite understand this. She had already gone down one step ahead on the flying carpet.

Ma En is also below. He has taken a fancy to a few statues and plans to study the style. When he gets to the Hexagram Island, he will also get some. Looking at them naked for too long will inevitably make him bored.

While he was thinking about it carefully, Hermione's voice came from a distance, asking him to go over and have a look. She seemed to have found something extraordinary.

Wait until Ma En passes...

"Is this what you discovered?"

There was a puddle of rotten and unsightly stuff on the ground—not that Ma En wanted to describe it this way, but this pile of stuff could really only be described as a puddle.

Although it can still be vaguely seen that these things were originally some books, their pages were scattered on the ground. There may be a lot of mold of different colors growing on them due to moisture. Hermione was holding a few pages with two fingers. Tried to hand it to Marne.

"Restore as usual!"

After a spell passed, the pile on the ground was clean, but the ones in Hermione's hands were avoided by the spell.

"?"

Marn looked at Hermione with some curiosity. He knew that there might be some secret in these pictures and was waiting for her answer.

Hermione handed these to Marn again: "There are traces of dark magic on this, and the content of the book...forget it, you can read it yourself."

After taking these pieces of paper and placing them gently on the ground, Ma En checked them.

The charm on it has been broken due to age and disrepair, but it can be vaguely seen that it is a kind of magic that can kill people looking at this book.

It doesn't matter what this black magic is. In order to protect their own books, the ancient dark wizards used many similar magics, but one thing is very important, that is, this black magic, and the black magic cast by Voldemort's wandering soul, It tastes very similar.

After carefully checking that there were no other omissions, Ma En used the recovery spell again, and this time the pieces of paper finally revealed their true colors.

"Notes on the Making of the Magic Stone"

The book now only has a cover and some content on the front.

In fact, this is not really a book, but more like a memoir. The book records how the owner of this memoir accidentally created the Philosopher's Stone.

While Marne was reading the previous paragraph, Hermione had already begun to look through the pile of pages that had returned to their original appearance but were still messy.

Not long after, she handed over a stack of papers. The papers were very scattered. Even if Ma En tried his best to put them together, there was still a piece missing here and there.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or intentional, but all the missing content is relatively important content.

The rest are either useless mental journeys, or magical experiments that look like suicide.

"Nicholas Flamel's Memoirs, Voldemort's Magical Breath, really interesting."

Marn flipped through the messy memoirs in his hand, picked out one and handed it to Hermione: "Look, Voldemort's inspiration for creating those wandering souls and his own appearance should come from here."

Hermione took it, glanced at it, and muttered in a low voice: "... After adding the dragon's blood, all the potions and materials had a wonderful reaction, but my assistant was killed by the gas produced by this reaction... I The reason why I can say this so calmly now is because Mr. Assistant did not really die, he became a wonderful state, and I am trying to prolong the state he can maintain..."

She looked at the paper in her hand in disbelief: "How could the Philosopher's Stone be obtained by such an evil experiment... But Mr. Flamel..."

Ma En handed over another one: "That's because you only looked at that one. This experiment was attempted by his assistant without permission. It has little to do with Nicolas Flamel himself. He just disliked that he didn't live long enough. I can’t finish it and just want to use some props to extend my life.”

After finishing speaking, before Hermione could speak, he continued: "What I'm more curious about is how these things appeared here, and it seems that it was very, very long ago, otherwise it wouldn't be like this, plus This is not a library, it’s just a place that’s sheltered from the wind but not the rain. All things combined, it’s as if someone deliberately dumped these things here a long time ago, waiting to be discovered.”

Hermione frowned and plucked the stack of books twice. Then she looked at a book at the bottom and was stunned for a moment. She reached out and picked it out, looking at the book cover in a daze.

"What's the matter, did you find anything?"

She shook her head slightly and turned the front of the book to Ma En's eyes.

"...Ministry of Magic Auror Code of Practice...is this...Computing?"

The only former Auror that Marn could think of who might have come into contact with this matter was Compton.

He held the book and frowned: "How is it possible... He was trying to remind me of something? But he never said these things... Hermione, is there anything else in these books?"

"All of them are books on black magic. Some are even obviously family heirlooms, but nothing else."