I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 458 When I died, the world noticed me

Stewart Island, a volcanic island in southern New Zealand.

Half Moon Harbor is the largest residential area on the island.

The wizard's town is also located near Half Moon Harbor.

In the local Maori language, the wizarding city is called 'Rakiura', which means the vibrant sky.

The Ming Dynasty's caravan chose to set up tents on a hill.

This place was once a sacrificial site for ancient wizards. In the distant years, the sacrificial site served more as a magic laboratory.

There are ruins scattered on the hill less than ten feet above sea level, and there is probably a temple in the center.

In the shape of a pyramid with decreasing levels, in the past, each level here was filled with flowers brought from all over, surrounded by colorful colors and wonderful fragrances. Groups of tall towers are decorated with silver and jade, and cool water flows from the great temple and along the aqueduct day and night.

Over the past few thousand years, time has eroded away all the skin and flesh of the temple, leaving only its stone skeleton, and half of its former glory has faded into ruins. The remains of the ruins that visitors can see today were also restored by the New Zealand Ministry of Magic. There is also a poster next to it, which depicts the original appearance of the temple as imagined by archaeologists.

In the imagination of archaeologists, ancient temples should have been built using granite cut into square shapes, rather than the rude stones seen all over the ground today.

Every place should be carefully carved, and there should be more statues of various famous wizards than trees on the hills. Now maybe you can find some stones that look like some outlines in the surrounding ridges, that is the great and The only legacy of noble times.

The tent was pitched on the remains of the temple for three days.

The International Wizarding Potion Masters Competition passed the preliminary rounds and entered the top sixteen.

Lily Evans.

James Potter.

Severus Snape.

All three of them entered the next competition with excellent results.

However, the difficulty of the subsequent games will rise sharply.

Potions that dare to claim to be original by simply modifying a few previous formulas will no longer receive points.

Contestants must come up with brand new potion recipes that are unprecedented in the wizarding world to gain points.

Of course - it would be too difficult to invent a valuable potion recipe.

The so-called inventions of the contestants were more of the prank products invented by George and Weasley.

But this is already very good.

Great recipes are born from these seemingly useless and imaginative works of little wizards. Those bursts of inspiration are like new firewood lighting the crucible. Maybe one day they will explode into fireworks that can illuminate the darkness. .

Who can guess the future?

Perhaps a great potion master will be born among these young wizards who are only fifteen or sixteen years old?

This is also the meaning of the Masters Tournament.

Geniuses are like square pieces of granite. The great temples in ancient times were built by geniuses.

Even if thousands of years have passed, there are still wreckage to this day, right?

"professor--"

In the tent, red-haired Lily ran down the stairs in a panic.

Her long hair was flying in the air, she was wearing a simple robe, and she had no time to put on her shoes.

She yelled from a distance.

It was raining outside the tent.

It has been raining all day.

That's the thing about islands - the weather always takes a turn for the worse.

After winning the second game yesterday, James originally wanted to invite Lily to the hot springs. He heard that there is a volcano here with abundant geothermal heat and the hot springs are very famous.

But Lily refused without even thinking about it.

She declined for two reasons.

The first is that she wants to prepare for the upcoming competition.

Secondly - she hated that James Potter, who was irritable and arrogant and had the temperament of a second generation ancestor.

She didn't like either Snape or James.

The heavy rain outside the tent cut off part of Lily's voice.

But Dumbledore, who was drinking tea leisurely with Shati, still noticed Lily.

"Miss Evans, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore said.

He and Xia Ti turned their heads at the same time.

The old principal looked at the red-haired girl.

The conflicts between the little guys never stop.

At the end of the summer vacation, the children will go to sixth grade.

It seems that I have to be a little more attentive to help the little ones solve their conflicts. After all, Voldemort is indeed getting more and more crazy. Even if these children cannot become resistance to resist evil, they cannot become lackeys who follow evil. They must unite.

"Professor - it's Diana, go and have a look!"

Lily said panicked.

Hearing the sound, Dumbledore frowned slightly, stood up quickly, walked up the stairs towards Diana's room.

The girl had never gone out since she lived in the tent.

Everyone knew that she needed a peaceful life to heal her mental and physical wounds.

The wizards deliberately left her private space.

Now - Dumbledore had a bad feeling in his heart.

He shouldn't leave that girl alone, she needs company - but Lily has to prepare for the competition, and Professor Zhang Qingqiu needs to deal with the caravan's affairs, and there is indeed no manpower.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Shatty walked towards the second floor at the same time.

They came to Diana's door.

Looking up, he saw Sirius and Snape standing in front of the door dumbfounded, and James had just walked out of the room. His face was very ugly and his hands were stained with blood.

Professor Dumbledore stepped into the room with a sullen face.

All the decorations in the tent of Chang'an Imperial College are full of deep and delicate oriental charm.

The interior of the room is elegant and simple, with a large mahogany bed placed in the center. The bed is covered with brocade quilts embroidered with cloud patterns and dragon and phoenix patterns, which are delicate and soft, like clouds. A Chinese landscape painting hangs above the bed, with smooth brushwork and profound artistic conception. There is a celadon vase on the table in the guest room. The glaze on the vase is as warm as jade, with blooming peonies painted on it.

The glass is colored glaze, the curtains are brocade, the floor is black walnut, and several landscape paintings and a pipa are hung on the wall opposite the bed.

Sandalwood was burning in the censer, and the faint scent of blood drifted into Dumbledore's nostrils.

He saw a woman in the corner of the room, wearing a robe, with blood seeping out from under the robe.

That robe - the professor glanced at James, who was wearing a short shirt. His robe was obviously the one worn by the woman.

The old professor walked over.

Slowly opened James' wizard robe.

The girl named Diana was wearing her ragged linen clothes. It was clear that the new clothes prepared by Professor Zhang were on the table, but she did not move at all.

She held a knife against the collar of her coat and brutally slit her throat.