I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 225 Chang'an Imperial Academy

Tonks transformed his mouth into a duck's beak.

It makes a tapping sound when tapped up and down.

Then black and white features appeared on her cheeks.

Soon her entire face transformed into that of some kind of animal.

It's furry and has a distinct black and white color.

A cute creature with naturally dark circles under its eyes.

"Wow! You're amazing!" Hermione exclaimed again.

Disguised Magus like Tonks are the kind of creatures that best evoke people's imaginations about magic.

Aside from the Disillusionment Charm, the only way to easily change one's appearance is through the Animagus.

While potions can achieve their intended effect, they have a limited duration.

The effects of compound decoctions vary from person to person, but the longest duration is no more than a few hours.

People like Tonks are invaluable assets to the Ministry of Magic.

"The Ministry of Magic!" Ron shook his head. "I will never work for the Ministry of Magic in my lifetime!"

"Me too!" Harry added.

He hopes to become a professional Quidditch player in the future if possible.

"What are you saying!" Mrs. Weasley, who was preparing breakfast, walked over angrily.

Under her magic, the entire kitchen proceeded smoothly and automatically with the cooking process.

Even Dumbledore wasn't as good at handling ingredients as she was.

She knew more about food magic than Dumbledore knew about dark magic.

"What's wrong with working at the Ministry of Magic? Your father works there, Ronald. I'm warning you, don't gossip about the Ministry of Magic."

"Okay," Ron said impatiently, waving his hand as he tried to get back into the conversation about the little wizard.

"What do you know!" Mrs. Weasley looked very angry, then glared fiercely at George and Fred.

In her view, her youngest son's malice towards the Ministry of Magic was entirely due to the influence of those two mischievous twins.

For her, a stable, clerical job at the Ministry of Magic would probably be the best thing in the world.

Owen glanced over and saw the twins staring angrily at their mother, but neither dared to utter a word.

Sure enough, in the eyes of parents, taking the civil service exam is the ultimate goal!

"Get a decent job at the Ministry of Magic, that's far better than spending your days studying that nonsense. I'm warning you both, stop researching those harmful things," Mrs. Weasley said, pointing at the twins.

He exudes an aura that's at least 1.8 meters tall!

It's really scary.

The young wizards around them all shrank back, inexplicably feeling a bit afraid.

"Alright, Molly. It's a good thing the children have their own ideas." At that moment, Mr. Weasley walked into the tent.

He was wearing a mountaineering outfit.

Muggle clothes.

He was wearing a large sun hat.

Several thick newspapers were tucked between his elbows.

"That depends on whether it's a good idea or a bad idea!" Mrs. Weasley was still indignant.

She rolled her eyes at her husband.

He set a bad example for his children by dismantling Muggle cars and spending all his time in his workshop tinkering with the machines, except for going to work and sleeping.

That must be how George and Fred picked up their bad habits.

"It's always good to have ideas. Lifeless is so boring." Arthur laughed awkwardly, quickly changing the subject. He noticed the look in his wife's eyes.

Most of it was complaints.

Yes, my hobbies have inevitably influenced the children, but it's too late to say that now.

He had witnessed the inventions of his twin sons.

It's interesting, but it has no practical significance.

Perhaps they can achieve extraordinary things.

In this respect, he was more open-minded than Molly.

"What are you talking about!" Mr. Arthur said, his eyes wide and his lips upturned like an old father, as he walked over with his arms outstretched as if teasing a child.

With so many children in the Weasley family, he was very experienced in this area.

"We were talking about other magic schools," Ron replied.

"Oh! A magic school!" Mr. Arthur looked at the young wizards, then his eyes suddenly lit up. "I remember, Bill once had a pen pal from Castor Bush School of Magic. They used to write to each other often for a while, until one day, his pen pal suddenly sent him a cursed hat, which made Bill wrinkle his ears."

His eyes were shining, as if the hat had left a very deep impression on him.

"That's right, we studied that hat later. It contained some magic that was completely different from that in Europe. It was amazing. Dad and I spent several days figuring out how to break it." The twins waved their arms and stood up happily as they talked about their past heroic deeds.

His face beamed with pride. "That hat is still hanging in our living room!"

"Hmph!" Mrs. Weasley scoffed. "That was a warning, a warning not to make friends indiscriminately!"

"No!" The twins tilted their heads back. "That was a trophy! We broke a spell cast by wizards from other regions. It was an amazing achievement, and Fred and I were only nine years old at the time."

"Haha, that's right, it was a trophy. I thought of many ways to get it, until—" Mr. Arthur became enthusiastic, and he began to tell the story of the hat with great enthusiasm, until Mrs. Weasley stepped on his shoe and glared at him. Only then did Mr. Arthur seem to choke and slowly put away the smile on his face.

"Ahem—Mom is right, you should be careful in making friends, especially don't give your home address to strangers."

He continued, adding to what Mrs. Weasley meant.

Hearing this, Molly finally showed a satisfied smile.

Then, with a cheerful smile, he turned around and, with Kreacher's help, went to deal with the ingredients.

Seeing him leave, Mr. Arthur suddenly took a step closer, then bent down and whispered, "About that hat, I tried many methods at the time, and guess how I finally removed the prank magic from it?"

Owen looked at Mr. Arthur, who had a mysterious expression on his face.

Deep down, I'm increasingly certain that Gemini's talent for mischief is definitely inherited from their father.

And that hat was the beginning of their prank!

Who could have imagined that on the other side of the ocean, the unintentional act of a wizard named Castorbuscher would inspire two future masters of magic tricks?

It's all about fate! It's truly amazing.

"Curse-Stop?"

"It's still the Manifestation Charm, and I think the Magic Removal Potion might also work." Hermione blinked and rattled off more than a dozen spells and magical items for dispelling dark magic.

But Mr. Arthur remained silent and smiled throughout.

He only spoke after Hermione had exhausted his spell dictionary: "You surprise me, Hermione. You know so many spells, some of which are not even modern spells. They are very ancient spells. I guarantee you won't find those spells in the Hogwarts library."

"Uh..." Hermione scratched her head awkwardly. Was she supposed to say that all these years, whether it was relying on the Invisibility Cloak, pleasing Lockhart, or exhausting all means to get a permit from Sirius, it was all for the sake of sneaking into the restricted section?

For three years, only Professor Lu Ping has been so dedicated, refusing to grant any approvals no matter what she says.

The other Defense Against the Dark Arts professors were practically Hermione's printing presses!

"Fine, I won't press you on where you learned so much magic," Mr. Arthur blinked. "After all, everyone has their own secrets, right?"

"Actually, I didn't use any magic to break the spell on that wand."

I initially thought he was under some kind of prank spell, but later I discovered it wasn't a curse at all, but rather the material itself. The vine that wove the hat was made of a magical plant unique to South America; its sap would make a wizard listless, and in severe cases, even cause their skin to wrinkle.

"Luckily, the hat was quite dry from the sun and there wasn't much juice left, otherwise Bill wouldn't have just had his ears wrinkled, but his whole head."

"That's amazing," Hermes exclaimed.

She longed for such a magical childhood experience.

"Hey, I remember that," Ron said. "It was Bill's pen pal who invited him to Brazil, but he didn't go."

"Didn't go?"

Ok!

Irving understood instantly.

Bill was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old at that time, just in his sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts, not to mention whether the Weasleys had the money to support his South American trip.

Even if she had the money, Mrs. Weasley probably wouldn't allow her child to travel so far away alone.

Bill's pen pal was destined to be stood up.

This guy is a bit petty.

It's just a broken promise, yet they retaliate.

Completely unlike myself, I am open-minded and eager to help others.

"Alright, children, dinner is ready!" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from that moment.

The next second, Irving jumped up from the sofa.

His eyes scanned his surroundings.

Have a meal!!!

Who dares to take it from me!

Then, he rushed to the table, sat down quickly, and waited to be fed with his knife and fork.

Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly.

She had heard Owen's story from Ron.

I know he has no parents and grew up in a Muggle orphanage.

Although he lived with a wizard who claimed to be his maternal grandfather for a period of time, he began living alone again when he was ten years old.

Ten years old!

Then I started living on my own.

This terrified Molly and caused her even more heartache.

"Come and try this." Before everyone had arrived.

She brought out various foods from the kitchen and placed them in front of Irving.

"A French feast, with snail bread and beef pie."

"Huh? Snail bread?" Owen was taken aback, his joyful expression pausing for a second as if he were stuck in a daze. "What kind of dish is this?"

Why does this sound like a prank product from the Weasley twins?

He picked up the golden-brown bread with some skepticism, and cautiously took a small bite.

Hmm—how should I put it?

It has a faint meaty aroma, but the meaty taste is strange, probably because of the snails.

The bread was slightly sticky and had a translucent appearance, like the cheese or cheesy cheese found only in pizzas.

Overall, the taste was fairly delicious, but the appearance...

The viscous substance looked like snot, which was quite disgusting.

At this point, everyone else also sat down.

The Weasley children, after just one glance at the snotty bread in Owen's hand, all unanimously chose the beef pie.

Mom always tries these new dishes.

What Owen didn't know was that the Weasley twins' talent might not have come from Mr. Arthur, but from their mother, Ms. Molly.

After taking a sip of milk, Hermione began pressing Owen for information about the other magic schools. "What about the rest? There are only eight magic schools."

Quietly returning the beef patty and giving Mrs. Weasley a thumbs-up to acknowledge her innovative thinking, Owen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There's a Hogwarts branch in India, you know, Padma Petit and Padma Petit are from India, but they didn't choose a local school and chose Hogwarts instead."

"Uh," Hermione naturally understood what Owen meant.

East India Company, Victorian era.

The jewel in the Queen's head.

The most glorious era of the British Empire.

If there were a Hogwarts branch there, that would make sense.

"The tenth school is located in New Zealand, the only magic school in Oceania, and also has historical ties to Hogwarts."

"That was a magic school established during the Age of Exploration, an important supply station for wizards traveling around the world."

In those days, traveling the world on a flying broomstick was fashionable.

Almost every wizard graduating from Gryffindor, along with some Hufflepuffs, would travel in groups, mostly using their own handmade brooms to challenge the ocean! They considered this a test of courage after graduation.

"Wow!!! Cool!!!"

"Merlin's beard, that's really interesting!"

"We should reclaim the glory of our predecessors!"

Upon hearing this, the Gryffindors present immediately became restless and began to express their feelings.

Even Hermione's expression showed a hint of longing.

After all, the freedom and courage to brave the ocean is the ultimate pursuit of every Gryffindor.

Compared to today's Hogwarts students, the young wizards of the past were much more passionate and impulsive. And that could be called courage.

It is precisely because of this challenge that various unpredictable dangers accompany it.

After all, they were just a group of wizards who had just graduated from Hogwarts, riding brooms they had made themselves, and very few of them could complete a round-the-world trip.

Most of them will encounter accidents during the journey.

Because there were too many unexpected events, and because such routes were easily detected by Muggles, these activities ultimately faced joint resistance from Hogwarts and the Federation.

With the end of the Muggle Age of Exploration.

The wizards' trials of courage have also been buried by time.

"Alright, children, I must remind you that crossing the ocean is a very dangerous undertaking. Even your current brooms are not stable enough to allow you to circumnavigate the globe without any mishaps." He looked at the high spirits of the young wizards around him.

As their professor.

Sirius finally couldn't help but remind me.

Mrs. Weasley, however, was more direct. She glared at the Weasley children and angrily said, "Get your hopes up right now! If I find out any of you dare to secretly make a flying broomstick, he/she will be staying in the attic all summer!"

Upon hearing this, the Gemini, who were receiving special attention from Molly, shivered.

I spent the whole summer in the attic

That's too cruel.

"And the last one! The last magic school?" Hermione continued to ask.

She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing something.

Because that place is all that's left.

"Here you go!" Owen, who was chewing on a pie, took a big gulp of something that tasted like corn porridge, then rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a stack of newspapers, handing them to Hermione.

The little witch was a little confused, but she quickly took it from her hands.

Then she saw the newspaper's name: "The Gargoyle's Roar." It was a French magic newspaper, and the French text was obscure and difficult to understand, though she could barely make out some of it.

Thank you, Sister Furong, for your patient guidance.

Gargoyle Roar, Paris First Edition, July 1994, Issue No. 291254 – 25 Centines (French magical currency)

front page:

France's crushing defeat of Germany in the World Cup – was this an inevitable fate?

French Auror arrives in Britain—a distress signal from the British!

Barty Crach visits Paris—and is received personally by the Minister of Magic.

Britain and France joined forces to resist the black wizard.

Column:

French wizard threatened!

Snow monsters from the Alps are wreaking havoc in Muggle towns, and magical creature conservation experts claim this may be due to climate change.

French Quidditch—the world's best defense—has completely collapsed.

exclusive:

The Voice from the Ming Dynasty—A Different Magical World!

"This is—" Hermione immediately became interested after seeing certain words.

Her eyes widened as she continued watching.

She discovered that it was actually a report by the International Federation of Wizards interviewing an official of the Ministry of Magic of the Ming Dynasty.

—As I stepped onto this land, I could not imagine that our companions, the Ministry of Magic of the Great Ming Dynasty, did not strictly abide by the regulations of the Wizarding Secrecy Act.

They even had contact with local Muggles.

At the Chang'an Magic School, professors even encouraged students to live and work in the mortal world.

They called this serious violation of the law "entering the WTO".

Aren't the wizards of the Ming Dynasty afraid of being discovered by ordinary people (the Ming Dynasty referred to Muggles who did not understand magic as ordinary people) and thus encountering trouble?

Upon hearing my question—the Ministry of Magic official seemed unconcerned, and he smiled as he told me a story.

Once, while searching for a precious herb in the Qinling Mountains, he encountered several mortals. At that time, he was casting a light spell on his hand, and the Muggles clearly noticed it.

But the mortals were not scared away.

Instead, she warmly invited him to her home for drinks.

It's obvious that these Muggles think of him as a god and want to accumulate good karma.

He was a bit tired at the time, so he simply followed these Muggles down the mountain. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, at the Muggles' insistence, he started to make up some nonsense and mystify things.

Then he swaggered away.

From then on, he became a local legend. Ordinary people built shrines and temples to worship him.

When he visited the village again, he found the mortals whipping his wooden carving.

After inquiring, he learned that it was because a local woman had made a wish to him to have a girl.

However, all six of her children were boys.

Finally, after the seventh boy was born, the man could no longer bear it. He angrily moved his statue out of the temple, cursed loudly, and whipped the statue.

Finally, the Ministry of Magic official said with a smile, "In the Ming Dynasty, these are all commonplace things."

——————Reprinted from: Simultaneous, Chang'an Daily, 1994, published by Chang'an Imperial Academy.

(End of this chapter)