Chapter 210: Hogwarts Relocated

"Harry! Harry!" Ron's shout replaced Neville's timidity with curiosity and worry.

Harry's pupils glowed, and as the halo appeared on his head, his body floated up, as if he was hit by the zombie drift spell.

The outline formed by the faint light on his body was like a screen freeze, and mosaics appeared.

"The world is being born!"

In the air next to Harry, Lily suddenly appeared, with wings of light and a halo.

But she just hovered in place silently, motionless.

Snape crossed the crowd and ran closer.

"The world? Is it the world I imagined?" Manstein stepped on the golden red firelight, one step ahead of Dumbledore behind him, and flashed into the crowd.

Dumbledore then looked at Ariana first, and when he couldn't find the figure, he looked at Harry.

"He seems to have some reaction to the tree."

Dumbledore's appearance made the surrounding people quiet down, and negative emotions such as fear and worry were swept away.

However, Ron and Draco, who was looking over here, still had lingering sorrow in their eyes.

Ron took a step forward, "Is Harry okay?"

Dumbledore observed carefully for a moment, "Harry just saw something and his body temporarily lost control."

Lily and Snape didn't react, which actually showed that Harry was safe.

He observed Harry, in fact, more to find clues about the tree through Harry.

The sun-like energy spread by this tree was shown by Bajir when he summoned the alchemical puppet that day.

But unlike last time, deep underground, there was still an evil force that made him feel as if he saw the end of all things, comparable to the opposite of all living beings spreading (in order to avoid the light, he ran to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and now his body lost control and trembled unconsciously, 'Xiao Lin Zheng' agreed.).

The more the magic-enhanced perception explored downwards, the stronger the evil became.

Just like his perception, the more he climbed upwards, the more noble the sacred and fiery power became.

And the tree was the channel for the circulation and exchange of these two completely opposite energies.

If Basil knew what Dumbledore was thinking, he would be surprised.

It was obviously the product of the intersection of two supreme crystals of magic outside this world system, but Dumbledore could actually touch a little bit of it.

What Basil is doing now is the product of the combination of the seven-day creation method of the God of the American horror world and the creation method of the long-eared tribe.

If there is no world tree.

All the lives in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, along with inorganic matter, will be stewed into a pot of chaotic primordial soup.

What Basil has to do next is to name the elements in this soup pot.

At the moment when order is born, add another chaotic element that completely overlaps with itself to control the world.

After that, the new order collapses again under the influence of the non-existent chaotic element.

Until the chaotic element returns to order, that is, the new world actively becomes Basil's.

The world is finally born.

But if that were the case, the creatures in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade before would be equivalent to death.

Basil would naturally not do this.

The existence of the world tree replaces the remaining steps.

The light that turned into the sky and invaded downwards was decomposed by the magic circle of light at the crown of the tree, and evolved into earth, wind, water and fire.

The darkness that fell to the earth and vowed to return the world to chaos was absorbed, merged, reappeared and returned to order by the magic circle of darkness at the roots of the tree.

The world tree itself began to break away from its form and began to merge with the new world itself.

The trunk that was constantly expanding as if to support the world also began to stop growing.

"Huh~" Aberforth tightened the reins, and the wild boar that rushed to the lake along the stone road also stopped.

He didn't have time to say hello to his sister.

He saw that the crystal tree that occupied most of the forbidden forest had lost its shining brilliance and revealed its brown bark.

If you don't look at its huge trunk, the huge face on the trunk when you look up, and the leaves that sparkle like stars, it is almost indistinguishable from the short "kind" next to it.

"It's over?" Aberforth subconsciously wondered.

Because the strange energy lingering in the entire area has also calmed down.

"It's over."

A strange voice came from high in the sky.

Aberforth looked up and saw the glowing figure that had been hidden in the shadow of the crystal tree.

Hmm, there was a woman beside him who seemed to weave wings with flowing starlight.

They were slowly landing.

That's right, Harry Potter?

Could it be that he was the one who did this?

Last time it was because of the resurrection of Lily Potter.

Thinking of this, Aberforth's eyes began to become unfriendly. Should Ariana go to Beauxbatons to study?

Unlike Aberforth, who didn't notice anything unusual because he was not familiar with Harry.

Dumbledore frowned, "Your eyes."

Snape whispered, "Lily~"

Harry's eyes that were blazing with light had calmed down, replaced by a strange six-pointed star array.

The same was true on Lily's forehead.

The halo on Harry's head disappeared, and he looked at Dumbledore, "This is a kind of light magic."

"It is also the key to enter and exit the outside world in the future."

"Enter and exit the outside world?" Dumbledore realized it later, "You mean we are no longer in the Scottish Highlands?"

He looked around, "But the surroundings are clearly-"

"This-"

The pupils shrank instantly, and the magical vision passed through the jungle and arrived at the dark Hogsmeade station.

However, the train tracks disappeared.

Instead, there was an endless sea.

The entire Hogwarts, Hogsmeade Village became an isolated island in the sea! !

——

Reginald Cattermole is a very ordinary Ministry of Magic staff.

Belongs to the Magic Maintenance Department.

The members of this department are responsible for the management and maintenance of the Ministry of Magic headquarters, including deciding what weather the magic windows in the Ministry of Magic headquarters show, and repairing the magic errors in various facilities in the Ministry of Magic, such as rain in the office.

After Fudge took office, in order to save money, outsourcing was cut.

The maintenance of elevators, the complete range of fireplace floo powder, and some maintenance with low magic properties, such as cleaning, were also assigned to the Magic Maintenance Department.

But at the same time, the number of people and treatment of this department remained unchanged.

The only advantage is that their uniforms - the navy blue robes are tanned with the skin of horned camels.

After all, the Floo Network and the maintenance of the magic lines in the office need to be insulated from magic.

But even so, Fudge has recently been considering replacing the skin of the horned camel with cheaper pig skin.

Pigs are a type of animal in the biological family Suidae.

This animal is difficult to be cursed, so it has nothing to do with magic.

But what has nothing to do with magic is the pigs, and they have to be alive.

Their skin is not insulated and has the effect of resisting spells.

"Ignorant idiot!" Cattermole slammed the door of the carriage.

The dark fields outside the window also stimulated his nerves even more.

Their department always has to work overtime.

But Fudge talked about thrift and cherishing public resources.

The Floo Network of the fireplace was closed after 7 o'clock.

In addition, he hated the hustle and bustle, so he naturally did not consider the public furnace doors of the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley.

He could only take a more expensive train back to his home in Hogsmeade.

"Fudge is entangled in the Killing Curse!" Cattermole couldn't help cursing, while looking out the window.

As a student, he could never go back to the days when he took this train to and from school.

The scenery outside the window was the same as before, but he was no longer the high-spirited boy who wanted to lead the wind direction of the flying broom.

"Huh? Is this fog?"

Cattermole stood up, the glass window was foggy.

But under the light in the carriage, there should be his outline.

And at some point, the sound of the train passing over the track had disappeared, and so did the slight vibration during the journey.

The difference in the dull and numb life made him feel like he was back to his youth.

He began to get excited.

The last time he did this was in the seventh grade, when he independently disassembled and restored the Meteor developed by the Cosmic Broom Co., Ltd.

It was the cheapest racing broom so far, and it was very fast.

With this achievement, he successfully entered the Cosmic Broom Co., Ltd.

However, the disadvantage of the Meteor that the speed and rising ability would decrease after a long time of use was soon exposed.

The company went bankrupt, and he could only enter the Ministry of Magic with the introduction of his despised junior.

The sporadic voices coming from outside the carriage woke him up from his memories.

It seemed that he was not the only one who noticed something was wrong.

It was just that there were too few people on the train, so he only noticed it now.

No!

He suddenly remembered that there were four people in the opposite carriage.

Because... This is the sound of water, the sound of water? ! !

He looked out the window quickly.

The fog on the window had disappeared, replaced by a dark, hazy and strange scene.

The train drove into the water! !

The jungle composed of waving and tangled black water plants, the wide and flat muddy sand scattered with shiny pebbles, and the strange and fish-like aquatic animals swimming by proved his guess.

"Do you want to try?" He asked himself.

For how long, he almost forgot that he was a Gryffindor student.

His hand was already on the train window.

Bang!

The window was opened.

Whoosh!

A fresh breeze blew from outside.

That thing, which was not sure whether it was a lake or a sea, was blocked by an invisible film.

The Slytherin common room, it suddenly appeared in his mind.

The wall was transparent, and it should be like this that you could see the bottom of the black lake.

He once regretted for a short time that he could not go there to feast his eyes.

But now. His dream has come true!

"Everyone please stay calm and try not to open the window. We have contacted the Ministry of Magic."

The voice echoed in the train.

"Ministry of Magic?" Cattermole snorted.

"They have already left work."

"Hey! This is--"

The body leaning forward suddenly leaned back.

He was about to wonder, but he found that his carriage, not the entire train, had left the water.

They were going up.

"Everyone please hold on to the handrails, we are going up!"

The voice of the conductor sounded again.

The film disappeared.

Cold air rushed in.

Cattermole had no time to regret opening the window.

He quickly leaned over the window and looked down.

The fiery red train jumped out of the water like a long snake.

It caused waves and disturbed the reflection of the moon.

[Dongyou Observation]

The super-sensory spell is activated!

During the long maintenance work, he no longer needed the help of the wand.

The horizon was endless.

"Have we arrived in another dimension?"

"The legendary Avalon?"

The crying of the child next door gave Cattermole a headache.

But more of an epic feeling.

He seemed to be a part of a fantasy story, and the boring maintenance work was far away.

This enjoyment lasted for a short time.

Because a very familiar three-story cottage appeared in his field of vision.

Looking around, familiar buildings such as Davis-Bans, Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, Honeydukes, Mrs. Puddife Tea House, Wenrenju Quill Pen Shop, Screaming Shack, Hog's Head Bar, Three Broomsticks Bar, and Zonko's Joke Shop also came into his sight.

"This is Hogsmeade Village."

"I'm home?" Cattermole didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The train really stopped above Hogsmeade Village.

"Everyone, has the train arrived at the destination?" The conductor's voice on the broadcast was a little hesitant, and he must have been surprised himself.

"Dumbledore? You mean the track didn't disappear?"

"It's just invisible? No? Exist and not exist?"

"It means that as long as we keep driving, we can go back."

"Everyone, wait, I'll ask first."

A shrill interruption sounded throughout the train.

A few minutes later, it sounded again.

"Everyone, I've asked Dumbledore for clarification."

"Dumbledore has cast a dampening spell on the entire Hogsmeade."

"Let me explain here, it can produce an invisible softening effect on the surface of the target."

"It is also called the cushion spell."

"This spell has been used in the production of flying brooms for many years and is very reliable."

"So after the door opens, everyone can just jump off."