Hogwarts trainer

In the principal's office of the Royal School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore received the Ministry of Magic's decision document on how to handle the incident of James's envoy killing the Dementors.

Professor Dumbledore sighed and said to Professor McGonagall, "Regarding the matter of Special Envoy James, the Ministry of Magic has already responded."

Professor McGonagall asked curiously, "What does the Ministry of Magic mean?"

Professor McGonagall asked about the result, and she was vaguely worried, fearing that the Ministry of Magic would be angry with the school because of this matter.

However, the decision document fed back by the Ministry of Magic and the content of the recorded results far exceeded Professor McGonagall's guess.

Because, not only did the Ministry of Magic have no intention of punishing Envoy James, but it severely punished the dementors of Azkaban.

Professor McGonagall put down the paper document fed back by the Ministry of Magic. She had a surprised expression on her face, "How is this possible? How could the Ministry of Magic make such a decision?"

Professor Dumbledore did not show any surprise or strange expression. He sighed, "Minerva, haven't you noticed yet? In the past two years, the power of the Imperial Department of Magic has expanded too fast!"

"But..." When Professor McGonagall was about to say something else, she was directly interrupted by Professor Dumbledore.

Thousands of miles away in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, clouds and fog enveloped the entire Peiping.

As the commander of the Ming Dynasty's Jinyi Guards, Zhao Yi led a group of four people, including a monk and an old man, into the oldest vermilion gate in Peiping.

Behind the heavy historical gate, enter the walls of the Forbidden City.

What appeared in front of Zhao Yi and others was a huge palace.

Every corner of the Forbidden City's walls is covered with yellow symbols.

The yellow symbols are interconnected and formed into a huge formation, covering the entire Forbidden City.

Invisible spiritual energy wanders in the void.

There is no one in the ancient imperial city that has the power to dominate the world more than this.

It is solemn and majestic, and everyone is there.

When the three people following Zhao Yi saw Huang Fu in front of them, they knew that the purpose of the Jinyiwei commander bringing them here was definitely not simple.

"Is this a talisman from Maoshan? But it looks very reluctant."

Using the Talisman Knot as a formation to trap the entire imperial city seems to be very reluctant.

An old Taoist gently touched the vermilion wall of this thousand-year-old capital, and an inexplicable feeling of entanglement and opposition appeared in his heart.

It's like the wind of Confucianism, and it's like the sword of a military strategist, but it also has the atmosphere of Shinto sacrifice.

Putting down his hand caressing the vermilion ancient city wall, the old Taoist turned his head and asked:

"What's inside?"

The entire imperial city gave the old man a feeling as thick as heaven and earth, but seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura.

Zhao Yi looked at the entire ancient city and said,

"Master Heavenly Master, I actually don't know much about this place. The person you are going to see soon is the person in charge here."

He turned and walked around the city wall into the path on the left.

The countless treasures within the Forbidden City are either majestic or unparalleled in murderous aura.

The magnificent momentum is like the horns of each other, and stands as a tripod.

Countless treasures restrict each other, including the Four-Sheep Square Bottle and the Simuwu Ding, which are divine in heaven and holy in earth.

The invincible force almost suppressed the entire Forbidden City.

But there are still countless treasures, and I am not satisfied with being trapped in them, and I want to work hard to get rid of them.

But with the luck of the imperial city for thousands of years, it can barely suppress everything.

However, the countless treasures bursting out with strange phenomena and strange antagonisms were tightly contained within the palace wall by the formation.

Tianshu Taoist Priest from Maoshan of the Shangqing Dynasty sketched the Maoshan Talisman here. He reluctantly formed a formation of Maoshan Talisman and used the dragon energy left over from the thousand-year-old imperial city to barely seal the movement of the entire Forbidden City.

Walking into the military tent left outside the inner city, Zhao Yi saw at a glance the Taoist priest sitting in front of a huge Eight Immortals table, drawing yellow Taoist talismans.

His bun was in a mess, deep dark circles were etched on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Who's here?"

A hoarse voice sounded from Taoist Priest Tianshu's mouth.

Even if someone walked into the military tent, Tianshuzi did not stop drawing the talisman.

he asked without looking back.

Seeing that Taoist Tianshu's energy seemed to be exhausted to the extreme, Zhao Yi frowned and said:

"Master Dao, can you still resist?"

Taoist Master Tianshu chuckled and said:

"You have to carry it even if you can't bear it, and you have to carry it if you can. Otherwise? Let the whole of Peiping become a place where countless treasures compete for supremacy?"

His increasingly thin body stood there with a hoarse voice.

It made Zhao Yi feel unyielding when he saw life.

"What's going on here?"

The old Heavenly Master frowned, and he suddenly felt that this place seemed to be much more serious than he thought.

Forcing a person from the Talisman Sect to use Talisman Knots and the environment to set up strange formations, and then almost running out of gas and energy, this is definitely not something that ordinary anomalies can do.

Moreover, the Forbidden City was supposed to be the most difficult place for evil spirits to haunt during the Ming Dynasty.

"In the Ming Dynasty, all treasures are found here, what do you think?" Taoist Tianshu finished sketching the yellow talisman in his hand, then turned to look at the people behind him and said.

"The treasure moved strangely." The old master reacted instantly.

The treasure house of the Ming Dynasty was built on the basis of the Forbidden City.

All the famous ink pens of the Ming Dynasty and Buddhist and Taoist artifacts are hidden here.

Taoist Priest Tianshu rubbed his temples and closed his eyes to rest, "From ancient times to the present, there are countless treasures, some of them are Confucianism, some are military, some are royal, and now all the ownerless things are made inside. It was a group, and it was still possible to enter it before, but now the entire imperial city has become unstoppable due to the shock of dragon energy a few days ago."

From Taoist Master Tianshu's description, everyone seemed to have experienced a little change in the Forbidden City from his perspective.

"Is it just you?" the great monk in the crowd asked in surprise.

Carrying up the entire formation of the Forbidden City alone is no small project.

"It wasn't so difficult at first, but now I can't bear it any longer." Taoist Master Tianshu forced a smile, and he sat on his seat, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

At this time, an old man in Tang suit came forward and felt Taoist Tianshu's pulse. He frowned and said, "Your body can't bear it anymore. You should follow me back to Jishi Hall now. I won't be able to save you if it's too late."

"The Imperial Seal will arrive in two days. At least there must be no accidents in these two days. I will disperse after I leave the formation. We cannot take this risk. If I fail during this period, you can think of another way." The Priest said tiredly.

"The Imperial Seal is in the hands of the imperial court?" Everyone who heard the Imperial Seal was shocked.

The seal of the Qin Emperor suppresses the world, and is passed down to the country as proof, shining brightly for thousands of years.

Unexpectedly, the imperial seal was actually in the hands of the imperial court.

Mr. Jishi, who was rejected, said angrily, "You're such a badass, you deserve to be exhausted to death. Don't beg me to beg you then."

Taoist priest Tianshu, who was wandering between consciousness and illusion, said, "Don't worry, I can barely bear it for two days."

The great monk called the Buddha's name and asked, "I wonder, why did Mr. Zhao call the young monk here? My Shaolin Dharma cannot suppress these treasures, let alone the mysterious formations of Taoism."

"Actually, I invited you here, Master, for a place. The court needs to know what happened here. Qintian Supervisor found that this place has a great relationship with this inexplicable vibration of dragon energy, which makes the court deeply afraid." Zhao Yi said He took out a map and pointed to the territory of the Empire where the sun never sets.

"The imperial court has negotiated with the Sun Never Set many times to no avail, and it is far outside the Jinyiwei's sphere of influence. But master, isn't the monk Shi Long from the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy a member of the Sun Never Sets Empire?" Zhao Yi said and put away the map. .

"Junior Brother Shi Long is indeed not a Chinese Miao descendant. After he returned to China after completing his studies, he did build temples overseas to promote Buddhism."

"But Junior Brother Shi Long is devoted to Buddhism and is just an ordinary monk. I'm afraid it's difficult for him to understand what happened. I'm afraid it will delay the important events of the court." The great monk clasped his hands and said unhurriedly.

"It doesn't matter, master, just do your best. The Queen Mother will also go to Shaolin to worship Buddha at the end of this year." Zhao Yi gave the great monk a fist-cup salute.

"Amitabha, I understand." The great monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, then stopped talking.

"Old Heavenly Master, I have to ask you and Mr. Liu from Jishi Hall to assist Taoist Tianshu. This formation cannot be dispersed, and the Forbidden City will not be in chaos. I'm here to ask Zhao." Zhao Yi bent down and clasped his fists in thanks.

"Okay, Pindao understands. In fact, I also know a little about the Qimen formation. If I can't afford the altar and don't draw talismans, I can still do it if I preside over the formation. It would be easier if Lao Lu is here."

Looking at the figure of Taoist Tianshu who could fall down at any time, the old master rarely said seriously.

Mr. Liu looked at the stern face of the old master, then at his tired old friend and said,

"Old Heavenly Master, I'll leave it to you. I'm really afraid that this stubborn old man will fall here like this."

"It should be." The old Heavenly Master nodded.

In the dim night under the clouds and mist, the Forbidden City still looks extremely solemn.

This imperial city that has stood here for thousands of years stands tall amid the entanglement and opposition of countless treasures and auras.

Among the ancient red palace walls, no one knew that a Taoist priest from the Maoshan Sect of the Shangqing Dynasty spent his life here suppressing the aura of the entire Forbidden City.

The great Shaolin monk had already left at this time, and the inscrutable knowledge of Qimen Formation was still too far for him.

The night was already dark, and in the brightly lit Beiping, only the vermilion walls of the Forbidden City were still dark.

Among the layers of guarded military tents in the imperial city.

At this time, Taoist Master Tianshu was wearing a slightly dirty Taoist uniform. He collapsed on the wooden chair and quietly watched the old Tianshi control the entire formation to suppress the Forbidden Imperial City.

Mr. Liu cursed and stuck silver needles all over his head, while he took out a black pill with a very strong smell from the medicine box and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't worry about the taste. Chew hard. It's very filling. My grass and wood balls are much better than the Li family's gold and stone balls."

"He is indeed an outstanding person, a member of the Heavenly Path."

The tired and hoarse voice of Master Tianshu sounded, and he couldn't help but praise the old Master Tianshu.

"How can I be so extraordinary? Ordinary people like you and me are just relying on the blessing left by our ancestors."

The old Heavenly Master, who outlined the formation pattern of the entire imperial city with a golden light spell, laughed at himself while firmly suppressing the aura emanating from the entire imperial city.