HP - the time the ring is still

History! "

Christopher Cooper: "No, I'm going to make history compulsory!"

James Potter: "Why?"

"Find him something to do. It's better to be busy than to be idle."

Kleist has no objection to these, and most of the time she only contributes. The construction and layout here are decided by the young wizards themselves, including the future development direction of Clearbane Island and the situation in the wizarding world. The one who obeys the arrangement.

Peter Peruni said: "I'm going to spread the news, and your store also needs to promote it! We want to promote it throughout Europe, and there is still one and a half months before the start of school. We have to speed up!"

Remus Lupine: "I have no objections, and I have nothing to do. If you need help, you can come to me. By the way, Severus, your pharmacy is moving here too. How about I help?"

Severus Snape nodded without hesitation, "Yes, let me know before you come."

Christopher Cooper: "I'm only responsible for the promotional materials of the Floating Island Higher Magic Learning Academy, and you can prepare your own."

James Potter: "Don't be like this, our shampoo, how can you promote it!"

Ella Smith was puzzled: "Didn't you say the time-honored brand? You still need to promote it."

"It's not a change of address."

Matthew McConaughey: "I have an idea. I still remember that kid, Hufflepuff's Costa Tel Aviv. I want to ask him to give a performance. The content is some introduction about our floating island."

Ella Smith reacted quickly, "I see, advertise, right! It's great to advertise everything here with the eyes of a fly! It's a great idea!"

"agree."

"I have no opinion."

"I'll contact him, and I don't think he will refuse." Christopher Cooper said with certainty that during the time he was building Clearbane Island, Costa Tel Aviv would sometimes come to help, and the decoration design in those small castles Most of it was done with his help, and the two have been exchanging letters.

After breakfast, everyone dispersed and started to go about their own business, but in the afternoon, people from the Ministry of Magic came, so the little wizards all gathered in the underground lounge, checking the situation on the ground with the eyes of flies.

Millicent Barnold stepped off the boat and took a deep breath. In her opinion, this picturesque island with majestic buildings is not as close as it appears, especially when thinking of its owner They are the scavengers who defeated Voldemort and his Death Eaters in one fell swoop last night, and they feel that the Minister of Magic sent her here is simply a test, and it is true, after all, it is not long before the next Ministerial election of the Ministry of Magic. If successful, it will be a glorious page in her resume.

"What do they mean?" An accompanying official of the Ministry of Magic said indignantly as he looked at the house elf who suddenly appeared in front of them.

Kleist and the others don't have much affection for the officials of the Ministry of Magic who have always been pretentious. It is already a face to send a house elf to guide them. This is their island, and it is really hard to want a group of people to come and go. Too easy.

"Okay, let's go! Don't talk nonsense when we get there later. There are traps everywhere. It's better to have someone lead the way than to let us run around." Millicent Barnold carefully observed the surrounding area after getting off the boat, here There are no fewer than a dozen defensive magic circles that can be detected with magic power, let alone those that cannot be seen.After giving some instructions, she took the lead to follow behind the house elf and walked towards the highest white castle.

"Masters said, please use Apparation, my lords!" The house elf said respectfully after leading a group of people out of the port.

"What about the destination?"

The house-elf replied, "Peace Square!"

"what?"

"There is also a square here?"

"Follow me, please!" said the house-elf, and disappeared immediately.

Millicent Barnold frowned, "All follow."

Soon, everyone appeared on a huge square with sculptures and fountains. They looked at everything here in surprise, not to mention a tall stone gate directly behind the fountain, but the surrounding ones seemed to be shops. The decorated buildings and the wide marble paved road are eerie.

What Millicent Barnold noticed was different from what she had imagined. This is not like a manor. It is not good to want to become a country of its own. There is already a lunatic in the UK, but there should be another group of lunatics.She quickened her pace and passed the sculpture in the middle. She took a quick glance at the figure on it and found that it was actually the scene where Merlin handed the holy sword to King Arthur. This statue is too strange. What does it mean?

Millicent Barnold carefully wrote down everything she saw. With these doubts in mind, she walked into the tall stone gate with the others, and the engraving on it turned out to be the story of the Knights of the Round Table.Just when they thought they had arrived, they realized that this was only the outer area, and there was still a long way to go from the highest and most central castle.

"This, this is too big!"

"We can't Apparate anymore?"

"Why is no one building such a big building here?"

This is everyone's question. They only know that this island is recorded under a private name. It has been maintained all these years, but no one has ever been able to check it. For many reasons, the relationship network of the owner of the island seems to be The method was so complicated that even she, a loyal supporter of the Minister of Magic, couldn't figure it out.Millicent Barnold motioned for everyone to be quiet. She looked at the silent people walking behind the team, led by Old Blake. Although they were surprised by everything, they kept a low profile tacitly. They had been silent since they landed on the island.

In this way, under the leadership of the house-elf, everyone walked for a while, but it was obviously not heading towards the towers.

Millicent Barnold looked at the tower that was getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help asking: "Can I ask, where are we going?" She is a Slytherin, and she knows that this place belongs to someone else. Even if you have big opinions on the territory, don't express it for the time being. People who know current affairs will benefit everywhere.

"Go to the living room." Hearing the name, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the living room, it seems that those are still on the right track.

"Everyone, please!" The house elf made an inviting gesture. Everyone looked at the three-story self-contained small castle in surprise, and asked nervously, "This is the living room."

"Yes! Please! The masters will be here soon."

Millicent Barnold didn't say anything, and walked in with the others.

"Ah! I didn't expect the old man to come!" Sirius Black leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and stared at the big screen in front of him with emotion.

Peter Peruni was puzzled: "What? Doesn't Mr. Black know?"

Regulus Black nodded: "Yes, we've said it, but never mentioned the specifics. Dad must have taken the opportunity to come in and take a look. He is mainly worried about his brother. After all, he hasn't come home since graduation. !"

"Don't mention those useless things, Peter, who is that woman?" Sirius Black didn't want to mention those things at home. Since he was in the sixth grade, as soon as he went there, his mother would raise those pure-blood families in front of him. He was so annoyed that the little girl belittled girls like Ella, if it wasn't for the little uncle and the others to stop him, he would have left long ago.

Peter Peruni thought for a while and replied: "Millisson Barnold, 41 years old, unmarried, the youngest executive director in the history of the Ministry of Magic, is a woman with a strong career, she is the same as the Minister of Magic Harold Minkan , is a hardliner, I heard that the public has a high prestige, and he is a popular choice for the next Minister of Magic.

Sirius yelled at the beginning: "Ah, I remembered, I seem to have seen her at the banquet at home."

Regulus Black also nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I have a good relationship with Dad!"

Peter Peruni suddenly smirked and said: "There is also a gossip, I heard that Mr. Black and Millicent Barnold were in school..."

"Don't, don't, I don't want to hear about the old man's relationship history!" Sirius Black interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Severus Snape stared at the swaying man with fish eyes, "If I just stare at the message from the fly's eyes, then I'll go back first!"

Kleist laughed and said, "What's the hurry, let them wait, it's not up to them to decide here." From the moment they landed on the island, the group of people was under the watchful eyes of Kleist and the others, and the entire group floated in the air. For the sake of safety on the island, as long as fixed fly eyes are set on the paved roads, you can keep track of the situation on the island at any time.

Christopher Cooper stood up and walked towards the door: "It seems that I have to notify the house elves to prepare dinner."

"Oh, I don't know what the old man is going to talk about!"

"Brother, why worry here, we are here!"

Sirius Black looked over James Potter's smiling face and looked at Ella Smith, who was sitting not far away discussing beauty magazines with Lily Evans. He was extremely worried. One side was his father and the other was his lover. In case of a fight, who would be the first to fight? ,so tangled!

After the house elf left, Millicent Barnold and the others were left hanging here for a period of time, and during this period, there was no news other than the tea and snacks that appeared.This made the already nervous wizards even more impatient. They moved back and forth in this gorgeously decorated living room, but they didn't dare to go up the stairs or go out to check easily.

"Are they trying to show us off?"

"Maybe they are watching us in secret!"

Millicent Barnold put down the teacup and said in a cold voice