Chapter 481 The Volcanic Magic Institute
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Near Tokyo, the location of the Magic Institute is South Iwo Jima, one of the volcanic islands.
As in all wizarding schools, there are anti-apparition spells in the magic house.
Moreover, due to historical reasons, magic places are more stringent in this regard.
There was a time when the country was in lockdown and foreigners couldn't get in.
Although that time has passed, the wizards have continued, and the local wizards still maintain a lot of hostility to the outside world.
The magical society is a small microcosm of the Muggle society.
They couldn't go directly to South Iwo Jima, where there was an air base nearby that ships couldn't get close to.
"How do we get there?" Gauss asked.
Musashi looked up at the sky and said, "The young wizards of the Magic Institute will go to the Magic Institute by riding a giant seagull. We can take this opportunity to follow."
The Magic Institute is different from Hogwarts. They start recruiting wizards at the age of seven, and start boarding at the age of 11.
Before then, those wizards under the age of 11 passed by by riding a giant seagull.
They were at a place called Kisaragi Station. This station was rarely visited by people, and there were many incidents that Muggles called "hidden gods". In fact, it was here that wizards went to the magic house.
While the three of them were waiting, mist rose around them.
And in the mist, there was a sound of flapping wings.
Immediately afterwards, a huge figure appeared in the mist.
"Gauss, you stay here."
John got up and said something, what Gauss wanted to say, John took out a money bag from his small bag and threw it over.
After Gauss caught it, he said that he must stay here honestly.
Musashi glanced at Gauss, and Gauss covered the bag and said, "It is agreed in advance that the boss gave it to me alone, and it is not in the cooperation agreement."
But he thought too much, Musashi just said calmly: "You'd better hide, sometimes Aurors will come over, you are illegal entry."
Gauss looked around, there was nothing in this place except a station.
Where is he going to hide?
The voice of children communicating came out of the mist and gradually approached.
John tapped his head with his wand, and the Disillusionment Charm concealed him.
Musashi also used the Illusion Charm to hide.
The two walked into the mist, and the crisp children's voice was waving goodbye to the giant seagull.
When the seagull was about to take off, Musashi jumped up quickly.
The giant seagulls flew up, and the fog was actually caused by the giant seagulls breathing.
This magical animal is very suitable for use as a means of transportation, and the breath it exhales is white mist, which is convenient for hiding its whereabouts.
John sat on the back of a giant seagull, not quite as big as a dragon, but not small either.
There were two people sitting on their backs, and none of the giant seagulls were found.
Musashi said with a look of nostalgia: "I used to ride a giant seagull to school."
"It's a pity that it doesn't seem as comfortable as a train." John said lightly.
Musashi was noncommittal, the Hogwarts train and the giant seagull in the Magic Institute each have their own strengths.
Across the ocean, giant seagulls pass an Air Force training base.
There are planes and Muggles on patrol below.
And beyond here, South Iwo Jima is where the Institute of Magic is located.
It was the highest point of South Iwo Jima, a palace built on a volcano.
The whole body of the palace is white, and the exterior is a gorgeous and exquisite pagoda.
Giant Seagull lands on a platform with other Giant Seagulls.
Under the cover of fog, the two fell to the side of the platform.
In the magic institute, you can see the lower grade students wearing pink, and the higher students will have color changes on their bodies, and a few of them are dressed in gold.
The palace is made of mutton fat jade, which reveals an oriental aesthetic different from that of the west.
Wait until it gets dark and the students leave.
John stepped in, and Musashi stood there, still staring at his alma mater.
It wasn't until John reminded him that he came back to his senses.
With complicated feelings in mind, Musashi walked into the magic house.
"I want to ask, Your Excellency Silver Hand," Musashi walked beside John, asking inquiringly, "Why did you come to the Magic Institute?"
"For the study of magic, it is always necessary to learn from others."
John said casually: "Countries in the East have a lot of advantages over the West in terms of inheritance, so their magic is not only stronger, but they also have more ancient magic."
Carelessly stopping in front of the gate of the Magic Institute, John looked up.
Like an ancient plaque, the name of the Magic House is engraved on it.
He looked at it for a while, then stepped inside.
The moment the footsteps stepped in, the illusion spell on John's body was broken.
This place has something like anti-invasion magic that breaks John's disillusionment spell.
His appearance was discovered by the professor in the magic institute at this moment.
John had expected it, so he wore a mask.
The professor of the Magic Institute has not been around for too long.
But here they are called mentors.
After the mentor appeared, he immediately looked at the person next to John, and the complexion of a female mentor with long straight black hair changed.
"Musashi?"
She looked at the man who had re-entered the magic place in disbelief, with some emotion hidden in her eyes.
When Musashi saw the mentor, he had a complicated expression on his face, and said with a relieved smile, "You have become a mentor, Shizuka."
Shizuka wanted to say something to him.
An old man with a scarred bald head and a white beard that grew to his stomach, fastened with a purple ribbon.
"Akino Musashi?" The old man coughed twice.
When Musashi saw him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he said respectfully, "Principal."
The old man looked as old as Dumbledore, though Dumbledore looked much more athletic than he.
And this old guy seemed to be about to burp in the next second.
John stared at the old man, then at the scar on his forehead.
A total of six mentors appeared, and John spoke at this time.
"I'm here for a magical exchange." He glanced at the instructors and smiled lightly, "Please forgive me for coming here without authorization."
"Who are you?" A mentor with a sullen complexion looked at John with sternness, and asked in English with a thick accent.
"You can call me Silver Hand," John said lightly, "I can pay the fee."
Principal Zhong raised his hand to stop the mentor from continuing to speak. He looked at John with cloudy eyes and said, "Johnny Silver Hand, I've heard your name before."
"Oh?" John said with a smile, "I thought that the magic society in your country had been closed for many years and would not know my name."
"Of course not," Principal Zhong said with a smile, "Your deeds spread all over Europe. Even if the news is closed, we can still get a glimpse of it."
"Our empire respects the strong, and your ideology coincides with ours."
Principal Zhong looked at John and said, "Your Excellency Silver Hand came to the Magic Institute at this time, it doesn't look like a visit."
"In the study of magic, it is always difficult to distinguish between day and night."
John smiled lightly and said, "As for me, it has never changed. I can pay the reward, and I hope to enter the Magic Institute to read some literature books."
Principal Zhong looked at John, trying to figure out what he meant.
At the same time, he calculated the strength of himself and the opponent.
Now the Magic Institute is in school, not counting the students, there are six instructors here.
The prestige of Johnny Silverhand in the European wizarding world is close to that of Grindelwald and Voldemort.
It is not a good choice for such a person to be hostile.
Besides, the friendship of the second king is also very precious.
After thinking for a while, Principal Chong said with a smile: "It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Your Excellency Silver Hand came from the west. Naturally, the Magic Institute needs to show enough courtesy."
He motioned the mentors to leave, and, glancing darkly across Musashi, invited John to come in.
John walked into the Magic Institute, and the headmaster led him away in person.
When entering the atrium, Principal Zhong suddenly said: "Musashi, you are a sinner, and you are not worthy to enter the sacred place."
Musashi immediately stopped when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "I understand, Principal Chong."
Principal Zhong nodded, and John walked behind without changing his expression.
Musashi stopped and looked around in confusion.
This place is not small, and the road is not short.
John chatted as he walked.
"Speaking of which, the relationship between wizards in your country and the Muggle world is not like that in the West."
John said casually: "In ancient times, you were called onmyojis and served the king of the country."
"Yes," Principal Zhong said proudly, stroking his beard, "Our country's royal family has a long history, and it is a lineage of gods for all generations. Their blood is noble and unique in the world."
John glanced at the old man, and he showed absolute reverence for the Muggle monarch.
A long time ago, the wizards of this country were in a superior-subordinate relationship with their monarch, and this relationship still vaguely exists even now.
Their Ministry of Magic also has some connection with the so-called royal family.
But that connection, until modern times began to disappear.
The influence of the royal family is also gradually decreasing, and even many wizards do not have the attitude of superiors and subordinates to the royal family at the beginning.
It is because of the rise of weapons that the onmyoji has become less important.
But the old man still seems to be sticking to that superior-subordinate relationship.
...
As in all wizarding schools, there are anti-apparition spells in the magic house.
Moreover, due to historical reasons, magic places are more stringent in this regard.
There was a time when the country was in lockdown and foreigners couldn't get in.
Although that time has passed, the wizards have continued, and the local wizards still maintain a lot of hostility to the outside world.
The magical society is a small microcosm of the Muggle society.
They couldn't go directly to South Iwo Jima, where there was an air base nearby that ships couldn't get close to.
"How do we get there?" Gauss asked.
Musashi looked up at the sky and said, "The young wizards of the Magic Institute will go to the Magic Institute by riding a giant seagull. We can take this opportunity to follow."
The Magic Institute is different from Hogwarts. They start recruiting wizards at the age of seven, and start boarding at the age of 11.
Before then, those wizards under the age of 11 passed by by riding a giant seagull.
They were at a place called Kisaragi Station. This station was rarely visited by people, and there were many incidents that Muggles called "hidden gods". In fact, it was here that wizards went to the magic house.
While the three of them were waiting, mist rose around them.
And in the mist, there was a sound of flapping wings.
Immediately afterwards, a huge figure appeared in the mist.
"Gauss, you stay here."
John got up and said something, what Gauss wanted to say, John took out a money bag from his small bag and threw it over.
After Gauss caught it, he said that he must stay here honestly.
Musashi glanced at Gauss, and Gauss covered the bag and said, "It is agreed in advance that the boss gave it to me alone, and it is not in the cooperation agreement."
But he thought too much, Musashi just said calmly: "You'd better hide, sometimes Aurors will come over, you are illegal entry."
Gauss looked around, there was nothing in this place except a station.
Where is he going to hide?
The voice of children communicating came out of the mist and gradually approached.
John tapped his head with his wand, and the Disillusionment Charm concealed him.
Musashi also used the Illusion Charm to hide.
The two walked into the mist, and the crisp children's voice was waving goodbye to the giant seagull.
When the seagull was about to take off, Musashi jumped up quickly.
The giant seagulls flew up, and the fog was actually caused by the giant seagulls breathing.
This magical animal is very suitable for use as a means of transportation, and the breath it exhales is white mist, which is convenient for hiding its whereabouts.
John sat on the back of a giant seagull, not quite as big as a dragon, but not small either.
There were two people sitting on their backs, and none of the giant seagulls were found.
Musashi said with a look of nostalgia: "I used to ride a giant seagull to school."
"It's a pity that it doesn't seem as comfortable as a train." John said lightly.
Musashi was noncommittal, the Hogwarts train and the giant seagull in the Magic Institute each have their own strengths.
Across the ocean, giant seagulls pass an Air Force training base.
There are planes and Muggles on patrol below.
And beyond here, South Iwo Jima is where the Institute of Magic is located.
It was the highest point of South Iwo Jima, a palace built on a volcano.
The whole body of the palace is white, and the exterior is a gorgeous and exquisite pagoda.
Giant Seagull lands on a platform with other Giant Seagulls.
Under the cover of fog, the two fell to the side of the platform.
In the magic institute, you can see the lower grade students wearing pink, and the higher students will have color changes on their bodies, and a few of them are dressed in gold.
The palace is made of mutton fat jade, which reveals an oriental aesthetic different from that of the west.
Wait until it gets dark and the students leave.
John stepped in, and Musashi stood there, still staring at his alma mater.
It wasn't until John reminded him that he came back to his senses.
With complicated feelings in mind, Musashi walked into the magic house.
"I want to ask, Your Excellency Silver Hand," Musashi walked beside John, asking inquiringly, "Why did you come to the Magic Institute?"
"For the study of magic, it is always necessary to learn from others."
John said casually: "Countries in the East have a lot of advantages over the West in terms of inheritance, so their magic is not only stronger, but they also have more ancient magic."
Carelessly stopping in front of the gate of the Magic Institute, John looked up.
Like an ancient plaque, the name of the Magic House is engraved on it.
He looked at it for a while, then stepped inside.
The moment the footsteps stepped in, the illusion spell on John's body was broken.
This place has something like anti-invasion magic that breaks John's disillusionment spell.
His appearance was discovered by the professor in the magic institute at this moment.
John had expected it, so he wore a mask.
The professor of the Magic Institute has not been around for too long.
But here they are called mentors.
After the mentor appeared, he immediately looked at the person next to John, and the complexion of a female mentor with long straight black hair changed.
"Musashi?"
She looked at the man who had re-entered the magic place in disbelief, with some emotion hidden in her eyes.
When Musashi saw the mentor, he had a complicated expression on his face, and said with a relieved smile, "You have become a mentor, Shizuka."
Shizuka wanted to say something to him.
An old man with a scarred bald head and a white beard that grew to his stomach, fastened with a purple ribbon.
"Akino Musashi?" The old man coughed twice.
When Musashi saw him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he said respectfully, "Principal."
The old man looked as old as Dumbledore, though Dumbledore looked much more athletic than he.
And this old guy seemed to be about to burp in the next second.
John stared at the old man, then at the scar on his forehead.
A total of six mentors appeared, and John spoke at this time.
"I'm here for a magical exchange." He glanced at the instructors and smiled lightly, "Please forgive me for coming here without authorization."
"Who are you?" A mentor with a sullen complexion looked at John with sternness, and asked in English with a thick accent.
"You can call me Silver Hand," John said lightly, "I can pay the fee."
Principal Zhong raised his hand to stop the mentor from continuing to speak. He looked at John with cloudy eyes and said, "Johnny Silver Hand, I've heard your name before."
"Oh?" John said with a smile, "I thought that the magic society in your country had been closed for many years and would not know my name."
"Of course not," Principal Zhong said with a smile, "Your deeds spread all over Europe. Even if the news is closed, we can still get a glimpse of it."
"Our empire respects the strong, and your ideology coincides with ours."
Principal Zhong looked at John and said, "Your Excellency Silver Hand came to the Magic Institute at this time, it doesn't look like a visit."
"In the study of magic, it is always difficult to distinguish between day and night."
John smiled lightly and said, "As for me, it has never changed. I can pay the reward, and I hope to enter the Magic Institute to read some literature books."
Principal Zhong looked at John, trying to figure out what he meant.
At the same time, he calculated the strength of himself and the opponent.
Now the Magic Institute is in school, not counting the students, there are six instructors here.
The prestige of Johnny Silverhand in the European wizarding world is close to that of Grindelwald and Voldemort.
It is not a good choice for such a person to be hostile.
Besides, the friendship of the second king is also very precious.
After thinking for a while, Principal Chong said with a smile: "It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Your Excellency Silver Hand came from the west. Naturally, the Magic Institute needs to show enough courtesy."
He motioned the mentors to leave, and, glancing darkly across Musashi, invited John to come in.
John walked into the Magic Institute, and the headmaster led him away in person.
When entering the atrium, Principal Zhong suddenly said: "Musashi, you are a sinner, and you are not worthy to enter the sacred place."
Musashi immediately stopped when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "I understand, Principal Chong."
Principal Zhong nodded, and John walked behind without changing his expression.
Musashi stopped and looked around in confusion.
This place is not small, and the road is not short.
John chatted as he walked.
"Speaking of which, the relationship between wizards in your country and the Muggle world is not like that in the West."
John said casually: "In ancient times, you were called onmyojis and served the king of the country."
"Yes," Principal Zhong said proudly, stroking his beard, "Our country's royal family has a long history, and it is a lineage of gods for all generations. Their blood is noble and unique in the world."
John glanced at the old man, and he showed absolute reverence for the Muggle monarch.
A long time ago, the wizards of this country were in a superior-subordinate relationship with their monarch, and this relationship still vaguely exists even now.
Their Ministry of Magic also has some connection with the so-called royal family.
But that connection, until modern times began to disappear.
The influence of the royal family is also gradually decreasing, and even many wizards do not have the attitude of superiors and subordinates to the royal family at the beginning.
It is because of the rise of weapons that the onmyoji has become less important.
But the old man still seems to be sticking to that superior-subordinate relationship.
...
