Hogwarts Archmage

At around eight o'clock in the morning, after the meal, Ma En sent Nathan and his wife away with a satisfied look on their faces.

"Actually, you don't need to come here all the time. If you are interested, you can come here on the 15th of every month. I will have someone receive you, as long as you don't forget our agreement."

Ma En asked before he boarded the ship.

"I understand, it's just a quiet place where no one will disturb you to do alchemy experiments. I will help you get it. Besides, I still have many friends..."

Having said this, Nathan rubbed his hands and asked tentatively: "Can I bring my friends with me?"

Ma En frowned, seeming a little embarrassed.

Upon seeing this, Nathan hurriedly said: "These people can help you find places. As long as you need them, they can find them according to your requirements, regardless of the climate in various places, or even if you need experimental assistants."

"Then..." Ma En said hesitantly, "Then come, but not too many people. I will say hello to the people who come to guard, and he will provide you with magic props for you to experience, but those guys may I'll ask you for money, it shouldn't be too much, you..."

Nathan quickly waved his hand: "Don't worry, anything that can be solved with money is nothing."

Ma En knew it well and planned to ask Old Walder to instruct his men to kill these guys.

After everything was explained, Nathan held his wife in his right hand, and in his left hand he held a stack of cards and several brochures about the "real" customs and customs of the wizarding world that Old Walder had sent out last night. Boarded his yacht.

Looking at the mysterious island in the distance, Nathan looked at the hundreds of cards in his hand that had been worked on overnight, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Good man."

And Ma En on the island, looking at the yacht approaching the ship getting farther and farther away, also expressed some similar emotions: "What a simple and rich guy..."

Esther smiled: "Indeed, and he also thinks you are easy to talk to, and you actually made so many cards for him overnight..."

"That's... I'm very generous."

Hermione, who was standing next to Esther, curled her lips: "Come on, don't think we don't know that you made the toilet paper after hardening it when you went to the toilet in the morning."

"But he doesn't know that my transformation skills are good, and he probably won't be able to transform back into toilet paper in his lifetime - and I reminded him that this thing is only valid for a few years."

The yacht in the distance drifted farther and farther away, and gradually became only a black dot in their sight.

As they walked into the castle, Margaery asked a question: "Speaking of which, what kind of magic did you do for him?"

"More than a dozen life-saving iron armor spells... Most of the rest are some fireworks and the like, then a small fireball, a gust of wind or a basin of water falling from the sky, some food and other things, the most powerful one is a The separation spell can push others away from you, maybe five or six."

Ma En didn't dare to use some powerful magic. These people who like mysteries are actually a bit like cultists. No one knows what these guys will do in order to show off. If they rush to the White House, give them If the commander shoots Avatar, all of them can basically become Spartans.

When they returned to the castle, Dobby was busy cleaning up the traces of his home.

These elves are very strange. Some will despise non-pure-bloods, and some will not, but regardless of whether they do, it is true that they don't like pure-blooded Muggles very much.

In the words of Sirius's Kreacher, "Those guys are as fertile as pigs, and they reek of stench."

Dobby is an outlier among house elves. He doesn't hate Muggles that much, but he doesn't like them at all.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have picked up the things as soon as Nathan left and started cleaning up the traces and smells left by the couple.

"Dobby. Can you tell me how you tell the difference between Muggles, Muggleborns, half-bloods and pure-blood wizards?"

Ma Enxian asked Dobby boredly.

Dobby thought for a while, and then thought again, and finally gave up thinking: "I'm sorry, Mr. Langley, I really don't know, but we can discover the essence of this person from the first meeting..."

After saying that, he picked up the rag and started working again.

Marn took out his phone and spoke to Old Walder, and asked him to send someone here on duty on the 15th of every month. He made some door keys on the battlefield and asked Patrick to send them to Old Walder. , the magic barrier in this place was made by Ma En himself. If he doesn't agree, no one can come in.

Just like the unlucky fugitives back then, if Ma En hadn't quietly removed the barrier, these guys wouldn't have been able to get in. Even if they did, they wouldn't get anything good, and they might have to die on the spot.

After making a phone call, Ma En learned a lot of interesting things from Old Wald.

Except for Hexagram Island, the surrounding waters of the large number of islands he created last summer have been put under martial law.

This was what Walder had expected. He had known for a long time that these guys couldn't hold back anything good, so they didn't even put up a barrier, and just showed all kinds of pattern islands in front of everyone.

This time, no one came out to claim their "miracle".

Everyone is not a fool. Everyone knows how hasty the first few people who came out to recognize their father's cult died.

As for cults, the top management of such organizations generally have a very simple purpose, which is to make some money or something. As long as they can make money safely, there is no need to make themselves uncomfortable.

We know how capable we are, and if the god we made up can do such a thing, if others don’t know, how can we not know it ourselves?

And the other party obviously doesn't seem to have a good temper...

Some of these pattern islands have already been landed, but Walder is not unprepared. He has set some magic on them. Anyone who wants to explore will always burn out the equipment immediately, so even though the whole world knows about it, There is such a thing, but the real high-definition pictures are only of Hexagram Island, and there are only some distant aerial shots of other islands.

They have tried methods such as zooming in, but all photographers have discovered that as long as the clarity reaches a certain level, the equipment they bought at a high price will most likely be scrapped.

The four of them stayed on the island for five or six days, and they didn't start back until they felt a little bored. After calculating the time, they slowly returned to Hogwarts, just before Marne's birthday. There's still half a month left.

The wedding of Marne and Esther was scheduled for the day after his birthday. During this period, half a month was just enough to make final preparations.