I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 456 Goddess Diana

Xia Ti's chest was filled with anger.

Even if he is very old.

Time has not softened his hatred of evil and his fierce and fiery personality, but has further deepened his understanding of justice and evil. His eyes were still sharp, and the burning fire in his heart was hotter than when he was young.

At this time, Xia Ti was sitting under a pavilion, looking at the bustling crowd in front of her, drinking tea alone and dullly.

New Zealand tea originates from the UK and likes to add many different things to flavor or enhance the taste. The most common ones are milk and flowers and fruits. Although the locals think that this will soften the taste of the tea, Xia Ti is not used to it because he is a native of Ming Dynasty.

Rather than adding milk, he would rather taste the spice tea from Southeast Asia. At least it is brewed with plants and has a unique flavor.

Maybe change will only lead to tragedy in the end.

So they prefer to do nothing.

Shati didn't know where she made up such a lie, and then motioned for Dumbledore to go together.

"They want to eat me." The woman lowered her head and said with trembling body.

What’s amazing is that these are not actual carriages, but a piece of bronze.

He sat directly on the other side of Xia Ti's pavilion.

It ran all the way to the bronze carriage, and threw itself into the arms of Professor Zhang under the surprised eyes of Shati and Dumbledore.

"no name?"

Even the descendants who built the city wall, the gypsy wizards, could only recognize that the city was indeed their work, but had no way of knowing its purpose.

"No - no." The old man said flatly, "Tom is doomed to fail. It's just a matter of time. There are many things he doesn't understand about magic. For example, he doesn't understand that there is magic more powerful than death."

The city gate through which the bronze motorcade drove out was a work of art built by ancient Gypsy wizards. Each stone was cut and built with extreme precision, and not even a drop of mortar was needed during construction.

And at this moment - horse-drawn carriages drove past on the road ahead.

"Dumbledore." The woman's brows furrowed, as if she was searching for something in her memory. "I seem to have heard of this name - but it has been so long that I no longer know what it means, madam."

In addition to magic materials, the items sold may also be silk. Their magic silk is as soft as clouds, as tough as steel, and as beautiful as the most gorgeous sunset, and is popular throughout the magical world.

With a wave of his sleeve, a powerful spell hit the armor, instantly making it lose its original function.

"Professor Zhang." At this time, the old principal came over with a smile, "I guess I am not so famous that everyone knows."

"The second time I came here, a lot of changes have taken place here." An old man with a white beard walked among the crowd.

Especially when there is a serious Professor Zhang next to him

"Okay, how long do you want to drink?" Professor Zhang was obviously a little impatient.

"The Federation won't care." Xia Ti shook her head. "To participate in competitions and register for magic schools, you need to pay a sum of gold galleons. They hope that a hundred magic schools will pop up tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman almost snatched the coffee from Dumbledore's hand and drank it in one gulp.

In the Muggle world, it is also a crime for a wizard to use magic to steal, and if seen by a Muggle, it is even a felony.

She was wearing a decent robe and her face was full of seriousness.

This is a caravan from the Ming Dynasty.

"By the way -" he suddenly seemed to realize something, "Dumbledore, we need to have a detailed discussion about promoting mutual exchanges between magic schools."

There are also some magic schools that are not recognized by the Federation, some of which even Shati or Dumbledore can't name. Obviously these magic schools have not been established for a long time - maybe they were only established yesterday.

Bronze wheel carriages, four fat horses covered with green rust.

Around him, it seems that there is nothing to worry about, even landslides and tsunamis are just trivial matters that can be solved with a snap of the fingers.

Hundreds of people crowded the broad streets leading to the city walls. Wizened old people who looked like wise men sat under the porch and smoked their pipes leisurely, and the fragrant smoke evaporated like mist.

After thinking about it, he looked up at Professor Zhang and said, "Let the caravan stop at Chenggen."

They want to change, but they don’t know where to start, let alone how to start.

After saying that, his cup, which originally had only tea leaves, was suddenly filled with water, steaming as if it had just been boiled.

"Sir, please." A woman's voice came from the armor.

Then, the three people present saw the pain throbbing in her blue eyes.

assassinate?

"Okay - okay!" Xia Ti shook her head, then stood up, "The canary can't leave the cage for too long."

A woman's body is a map of scars. Most of them were stab wounds, all over the body.

Faced with the strange request made by the woman, even the well-informed Xia Ti was surprised.

There is even some resentment inside.

"Take me out of here, anywhere."

He saw a wizard carrying a crude satchel on his shoulder, arguing with the vendors and bargaining over the price. Then a load of food, including bacon, oatmeal, apples, bread and cheese, was stuffed into the satchel.

Magic cannot conjure food.

"It has the function of tracking." Xia Ti said, "It seems that the person who imprisoned her will be chasing her soon."

Xia Ti completely ignored the vendors' self-promotion. He only had half a day's leisure, and there weren't many things that interested him.

"It's time for the Federation to take charge." Dumbledore looked deeply at these magic schools that were established yesterday. Maybe they will be disbanded tomorrow. Because their team was eliminated.

The two ancient wizards sighed one after another.

Professor Zhang helped her clean her body as much as possible.

"Why would someone want your life?" Dumbledore asked.

"You need help?"

This idea first came to Xia Ti's mind, but she threw it away just for a moment.

There was even a hint of accusation in Xia Ti's eyes.

The two stepped aside.

The market in the city is drowned in color and noise, and the air is filled with strong smells. Arched canvas awnings next to each other almost cover the entire street. The sound of fierce bargaining, mixed with the pungent smell of spices and barbecue, is everywhere. Audible.

"He won't succeed." The old man said calmly. He waved his magic wand and produced two cups of tea. "I know you are not used to drinking English tea. Try this."

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“That wasn’t the case here a few decades ago.”

A woman who looked to be in her sixties or seventies stepped out of the bronze carriage engraved with various cloud patterns, Kui dragons, Kui phoenixes and other patterns.

A gentle atmosphere envelopes the woman.