I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 528 Departure for Canada

Irving showed absolutely no interest in the idea that someone wanted to use the compound potion to transform into a boy or girl.

I really don't know what Miss Granger was thinking.

this kind of thing

The deeper you delve, the more likely you are to uncover things that are inappropriate for children or even things that are difficult for you to accept.

It's better to turn a blind eye.

A warning is all it takes. As long as I don't know, I don't care what happens next.

So the next day he wrote a long letter and sent it to Snape.

I wonder what the Slytherin headmaster's mindset would be if he found out that there was a freak in his house.

on the other hand.

Harry began to miss Felix Felicis.

Indeed, this potion is addictive. You don't need to use it many times; just one time is enough to make you fall in love with the feeling. After all, no one can resist the feeling of being favored by Lady Luck, where everything you do is right and good things happen one after another.

He mainly encountered difficulties in recent Quidditch matches.

In Harry's words, this year has been the toughest since he joined the team.

Every game was very close, and they even lost one to Ravenclaw.

Fortunately, Ravenclaw also lost a match to Slytherin, which gave them a chance to win the championship.

Unfortunately, Owen planned to keep the remaining half of Felix Felicis.

As for brewing new Felix Felicis...

That's a huge project that takes six months to complete.

It is one of the most difficult potions in the world to brew.

The ingredients are precious, and the brewing process is extremely complicated. Even a single mistake can result in a crucible of poison.

In peacetime, perhaps they would have the time and energy to do so, but in this current situation, who has six months of free time to brew such a potion?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

April was spent in a chaotic mess, with Miss Granger channeling her inner Sherlock Holmes.

May has arrived.

The school finally quieted down again.

The main thing is that fifth and seventh graders need to prepare for the wizarding level exams.

Koyatl also began to review. Although she was exceptionally talented in practical courses such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, she was somewhat lacking in subjects like History of Magic, which leaned more towards literature.

The NEWT exam is different from the OWL exam; its difficulty is increased exponentially.

The Overwatch League (OWL) exams are practically compulsory education in the wizarding world, and almost every wizard achieves a decent score. The Newt exams, on the other hand, are like the college entrance exams, directly determining the upper limit of a wizard's future career choices.

Those seemingly prestigious professions—Aurors, healers, and Ministry of Magic employees—would never consider OWL exam scores.

After Hermione's persuasion, Koyatl finally agreed to work as a Muggle advisor.

After the NEWT exam, she will leave Hogwarts and officially join the Muggle government.

Ron has been going to see her every now and then these past few days.

He knew that he would probably not be able to see her often for about a year, so he naturally had to cherish the remaining month or so at Hogwarts.

As for the others, most people agreed with Koyatl's decision, and the matter was even discussed in the Hufflepuff common room.

The whole thing was just a bickering between Justin and Ernie, one trying to find fault with the Prime Minister, the other with the Minister of Magic. Even though neither of them liked the leader of their world.

But Ernie's point was that Koyatl could join the Ministry of Magic or the Federation, so why choose to join the Muggle government?

Koyatl calmly told him that she had been controlled by the forces of the magical world for too long and would never join the Ministry of Magic or the Federation in her lifetime. Even if she joined the Muggle government now, it would only be a temporary measure.

After the war ends and Ron graduates, she will quit her job, and perhaps they will travel the world, learning from the European adventurers of hundreds of years ago, flying across the seven continents and eight oceans with a magic broom.

The young Hufflepuff wizards had only heard bits and pieces about her past, but that didn't stop them from truly wishing her well. Seeing Koyatl's unwavering resolve, Ernie finally gave up his idea.

Hannah then found some ancient adventurers' notes and shared with Koyatl those must-see attractions.

As spring grows ever stronger.

The castle seemed to be reborn, suddenly transformed.

Sunlight streamed through the windows of the ancient castle, spilling onto the wide lawn. The golden light and the emerald green grass intertwined, creating a harmonious scene.

In the distance, the trees in the forbidden forest are lush and green, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze, creating a natural symphony.

The castle's spires gleamed in the sunlight, and the ancient stone walls seemed to tell countless stories.

Occasionally, a magical creature would flit by from the corner, leaving behind a beautiful trail of light and shadow.

The air is filled with a faint floral fragrance that is intoxicating.

In the garden, all sorts of magical plants are blooming in profusion, making it the best time of year.

Unfortunately, Irving wasn't really in the mood to appreciate the scenery.

In one month, he made about a dozen paving stones.

The paving stones he created were shaped like darts, with two triangles at the top, one upright and one inverted, and a crystal of source material embedded in the center. Some runes could be vaguely seen in the azure crystal.

The road stone looks different from what Slughorn made, but that's not the key point. Shape doesn't matter; even a card shape will do. What's important is the source crystal and the ancient runes engraved on it.

He handed over a dozen or so road stones to Dumbledore.

I kept a few for myself.

Not long after, a few days later.

His maternal grandfather, Grindelwald, appeared at Hogwarts.

They said goodbye to Hermione and the others.

Around mid-May, Irving and his grandfather set off for Canada.

Using a key, they left the principal's office. After a dizzying experience, and being forcibly shoved into a pipe for almost several seconds, they landed on a snow-covered mountain.

"It's so cold!" Irving pulled his coat tighter, convinced he had definitely reached the depths of the Arctic.

This place should be located in the Elizabethan Islands of Canada. As for which island it was, he couldn't tell.

However, in May, at noon, the sun's angle is only half that of Scotland, lying horizontally in the sky. If the horizontal plane is used as the observation point, the sun's angle is only about forty degrees.

Moreover, the surrounding temperature is very low, likely because his current location is at a high altitude. The temperature should be below zero.

In the distance, the inexplicable howling of the Ghost Valley wolves could be heard.

Irving stood halfway up the mountain, looking to one side.

What lay ahead was a vast, towering white mountain range with overlapping peaks.

That sound was the cry of the wind as it blew across the mountains and escaped through the crevices between them.

The pale mountains stretched endlessly to the left and right like a screen.

Irving had never known that such magnificent mountain ranges existed on these Arctic islands.

"I've been searching here for months." Grindelwald clutched his collar, gazing at the distant mountains. "That's the most likely place to find the strange."

"Hmm—" The strong wind prevented Owen from opening his mouth too wide, so he could only whisper, "Infuse magic into the road stones, and it will guide us. But if the target is too far away, you'll only get a vague feeling."

"That's enough," Grindelwald said, then activated the road stone in his arms. Sure enough, this time he not only felt the vast mountains and the wind rushing down from them, but also vaguely sensed a trace of magical connection, very faint, like searching for a drop of ink in a stream.

An ordinary wizard would certainly not be able to detect it, but he is not an ordinary wizard.

"Let's go!" he said, and then he led Owen away in a phantom-like disappearance.

Frankly, using Apparition to travel is not the right choice.

Because their ability to sense the target's location is too weak, and the wind is strong on the mountain, they may drift to the wrong location and have to constantly correct it.

In a normal place, Irving would definitely prefer to fly himself, gradually finding his target and adjusting his position. But the environment here is too harsh.

Bakal and Sirocco, who followed him, were unwilling to show themselves.

Hermione had specifically instructed him to bring the two little ones along.

But both dragons and Zouwu prefer to live in temperate and tropical regions.

It's so cold here.

However, in order to end this cold journey as soon as possible, Owen persuaded Bakal to get out of his arms and take him and his grandfather flying over the mountain peaks.

High in the sky, Irving cast a spell, shutting out the wind and snow, and sat watching down below.

The mountains below are dotted with mysterious caves, and the cylindrical outlines or wall-like structures on the peaks become increasingly clear.

It was as if an unnamed ruin or city wall was clinging to it.

To see the whole picture, even the source, you must continue flying forward. To reach that other side where no one has ever been before.

"Strange—" Owen murmured.

"There are too many traces of human activity on this mountain. It must have been famous in the past, so why is it so desolate now, with no trace of its history left to the outside world?"

"It's not entirely without clues," Grindelwald said on the ridge of the dragon. "I once saw a carving on an ancient slate depicting a secret place somewhere in the Arctic."

"But—the painting is entirely decorated with colored stones. It's no different from Muggle objects, which is probably why no one has ever noticed it."

"So many relics—"

Irving gazed into the distance, where the cylindrical towers, ramparts, and caves scattered across the hillside were clearly visible. Despite the erosion of countless years, these ancient quartzite structures remained intact and sturdy.

The caves scattered across the hillside are even more perplexing.

The shapes of the cave entrances were mostly regular ovals or semicircles, as if natural caves had been sculpted by a giant hand. The sheer number of caves proved that the interior of the mountain had become a vast, interconnected, and unfathomable honeycomb system. Who knows what kind of creatures once roamed through them, but Owen could swear it was never human.

"I think—" Owen suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt a surge of anger for no reason, but the anger came strangely and went away quickly, disappearing without a trace in an instant, so fast that one might think it was just an illusion.

"This could be a battlefield, or—a place where Outer Gods train their soldiers."

Whether it was the grotesque flesh-and-blood monsters that Owen witnessed during his battle with the remnants of the Italian Outer Gods, the "Children of Omens" on the Giant Island, or the various beasts from the void that Zhang Xiaolin encountered in the illusion, all of these proved that the Outer Gods' invasion was not a one-on-one battle between gods, but a large-scale invasion of monsters.

During the Camelot dynasty, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table might have faced such a monster. He led a human alliance and cooperated with wizards to fight against the Outer Gods. Otherwise, Merlin wouldn't still be so nostalgic for a figure from over 1,600 years ago. Their bond couldn't have been forged so strong without experiencing life and death together.

"It looks like this place has been abandoned now," Grindelwald said.

It's obvious that it's been abandoned.

Otherwise, the Canadian Ministry of Magic would surely have records of monster attacks that injured people. This place has been silent for countless years, and the monsters of the past are probably all dead.

The howling wind crashed against Irving's curse.

The invisible shield of the Ironclad Curse was continuously squeezed and deformed, emitting dull sounds.

Interspersed among them was a flute sound with a wide range, ominous and strange, like the last warning from the pale mountains, or the sharp scream of the wind passing through honeycomb-like passages.

Irving can't tell anymore.

But that's obviously not important.

Because a huge mountain suddenly appeared in his line of sight, a mountain that seemed to be part of the Great Wall of the Endless Land, thousands of feet high, stretching to the left and right like a pillar at the end of the world.

The side of the mountain facing him was illuminated by the low-hanging, extremely low sun, while the other side was shrouded in clouds.

Irving removed the road stone.

Infuse with magic.

The gem set in the center shone with a deep blue light.

Immediately afterwards, where the light shone, the clouds on one side of the mountain receded on both sides.

It was as if the world had just been created.

Just as Bakal flapped his wings and soared over the mountain ridge, a gigantic, outrageously large city appeared before them.

The complex city layout is arranged in a geometric pattern that is so demanding it seems to stretch on forever.

Irving estimates that this should be a megacity capable of accommodating a million people.

A city of millions, dating back a thousand years or even earlier, still standing in this far north. On this snow-covered plain, utterly unsuitable for human habitation, how can one not marvel at this?

At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Irving.

Could it be that everyone living here is a wizard?

Because ordinary Muggles simply cannot survive here!

But—a million wizards.

Millions of wizards from thousands of years ago. It's absurd to even think about.

How many people were there back then?

Millions?

Can't everyone be a wizard?

But the scene before us—this could not have been built overnight, by one person or one country.

Even if the British Ministry of Magic were to increase its manpower five or tenfold, they might not be able to build such a massive city on this snowy plain.

This abandoned city ruins will not...

Surely it couldn't be—a creation of God.

(End of this chapter)