"I understand, but if it may affect normal business, I suggest you separate one person to explain in advance to the queue outside - unplanned waiting, every second is an emotional explosion point
.”
Kolmolov, the old man who turned the blackboard over first, thought for a moment and added another sentence.
There are supernatural phenomena in this world. For most scientists in the former Soviet Union, this is actually not something unacceptable - they can't see or hear, it's just a veil-like barrier.
.
The magical world may be able to erase all information, but it cannot erase the desire to transcend nature from the human soul.
In the past six months of getting along with each other, Kolmolov and others had already inferred through a series of traces some things that the Ministry of Magic tried hard to hide, but whether it was Walter, employees of the Destiny Group, or
Kolmolov and other scholars from the former Soviet Union maintained a tacit understanding of the last "wall" between them.
"And don't touch our blackboard!"
After Kolmolov gave one last warning, he disappeared into the room with other scholars.
Watching the figure of the last former Soviet scholar disappear behind the door at the end of the room, Walter pulled out his wand and tapped the door lock gently. Accompanied by several crisp clicks of the lock cylinder, a thick metal curtain wall slowly
slide.
At the same time, the slightly older wizard finally returned to Walter.
Every corner of the room was now flickering with faint magic ripples. The electronic scale originally placed on the cashier counter began to display abnormal values. The lights on the ceiling flickered for a moment and finally stabilized after the wizard waved his wand.
"It's safe, everything is in normal condition." The older wizard said seriously.
"I have confirmed that it is correct, so I will trouble you next, Mr. Sprott."
"Don't worry, just leave it to me."
Sprott nodded and waved his wand. The blackboards originally placed next to the cashier moved silently to the corner, along with the shelves and potatoes, revealing the bluestone floor in the center.
Immediately afterwards, the floor began to make a rumbling sound, and a rectangular stone gradually began to rise.
It was a fireplace sunk into the ground, with several mysterious runes engraved around it.
Walter grinned at the Ivanovich father and daughter.
"It's never a bad thing to be cautious, right? We'd better not leave too many traces under the noses of the non-magical world and the Ministry of Magic - of course, in my opinion, even if they find out, they will pretend
can not see."
"Is it so difficult to go to Hogwarts?"
Mr. Ivanovich frowned and looked around at the walls of the room.
This was completely different from the scene he had imagined before. It was just a normal entrance guide, but now he had the illusion that he was undergoing an admission ceremony for some extremely secret magic gathering.
"Oh, for you, yes."
Walter shrugged, gently tapped the fireplace in front of him with his wand, and explained nonchalantly.
"The magical world of the former Soviet Union has now been re-divided into multiple independently governed areas. If you want to go to the UK according to the normal procedures, you need to obtain a lot of approvals... The door key is under surveillance, and you must use some to cross the border for long distances.
A more special way, such as a big boat - if you don't want Miss Ivanovich to miss school..."
Crossing borders? Big ships?
Yermak Ivanovich became more and more confused as he listened.
At this moment, Sprott had already drawn out his wand and began to touch the magic runes on the raised fireplace in a strange order. As he moved, each rune appeared.
Destroyed when dark.
"Encrypted channel, i-l-d——β——8-31——"
He muttered something while staring at the runes that kept blinking and dying with great concentration.
"Okay, the network is smooth and the authorization code verification is passed - Hyperion has opened the login point."
He inserted the wand directly into a small hole on the edge of the fireplace, and then, blue-white flames suddenly rose from the center of the fireplace. A metal nameplate loomed in the flames, with something written in gilt characters on it.
"Okay," Sprott turned his head and said, "The temporary connection has been established and we are ready to go."
Glancing at the confused Ivanovich father and daughter, the middle-aged wizard grinned, pointed proudly at the blue-white flame that kept beating, took out a small bag of sparkling powder from his pocket, and spoke calmly.
explained.
"The Floo network has been connected, so you can say goodbye to your daughter - don't worry, she should be back before nine o'clock in the evening."
"Farewell?! Sir, I think I must have misunderstood you."
Yermak Ivanovich frowned, gave a smileless sneer, and narrowed his eyes.
"...Does it sound like only Irina can get through here? This is not a good time to joke."
"I'm not kidding, you can't get through here, Mr. Ivanovich."
The middle-aged wizard Splott pulled out his wand from the fireplace and said seriously.
"Yermak Ivanovich, according to the records of the Russian Ministry of Magic, you are a person with restricted entry and exit. If you are found to be in Diagon Alley, London, thousands of miles away, it will cause a lot of trouble to all of us.
confused."
"London? Diagon Alley?"
"Well, it's a very famous wizarding shopping street. Miss Ivanovich can buy most of the teaching materials and teaching aids she needs there, including wands, magic robes and other school supplies... Hogwart
All Ci’s students are like this.”
Walter grinned and explained with a smile.
"Are you teasing me?! Young man, do you think I'm a bad wizard like a three-legged cat?"
Yermak looked at the fireplace carefully, with a ridiculous look on his face.
"Using Floo powder to travel to London, England? How is this possible? This place is thousands of kilometers away from London. With so many fireplaces and secret networks, how do you know when and which chimney should come down?"
The Floo Network can be said to be the most common way of travel for wizards and witches in the wizarding world.
In the magical world, almost every fireplace in the home of wizards and witches is connected to the Floo network. In the UK alone, there are nearly 1,000 fireplaces connected to the Floo network. Through the Floo network, wizards and witches can easily communicate with each other at home.
Travel between the Ministry of Magic, Wizarding Bars and Wizarding Shops, but this travel is limited to one country.
The Floo Network in each region is managed by the Floo Network Authority under the Department of Magical Transport of the respective Ministry of Magic.
Long-distance, cross-border floo network travel is simply impossible.
Unless all magical societies are completely connected and formed into a complete unified, undefended, behemoth like the non-magical world of the former Soviet Union, no one can travel through the fireplaces of completely different jurisdictions.
"Of course not directly to London via Floo..."
Walter pointed to the metal nameplate in the fireplace and said with a smile, "It's just getting on the ship. That's the address. Just read it out. It doesn't matter if you don't read it correctly. This fireplace is only connected to one location.
.”
"Ship? What ship-"
"The time is only five minutes, and now one minute and fifteen seconds have passed."
Sprott took out a pocket watch from his arms and looked at it. He interrupted Walter who was about to explain and glanced meaningfully at Yermak Ivanovich, "And... we are only responsible for guiding.
There is no subsequent explanation authority.”
"Huberlian - Reactor No. 7? So..."
Yermak Ivanovich raised his eyebrows, looked at the writing on the metal nameplate in the center of the magic fire, narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Is this the way to guide new students at Hogwarts? The location is unknown, and it is not even reasonable.
No explanation?"
"Yes, if you are sure you want your daughter to enter Hogwarts -"
Walter nodded happily and played with the wand between his fingers. "Obviously, this is not a completely legal method. This is a gray area of international law - you have the right to refuse, if you have any doubts."
"No problem, Dad!"
Irina said, subconsciously hugging the little owl on her chest.
"This is the opportunity we got with great difficulty. I want to go to a magic school. I won't let those who laugh at and look down on my grandpa see the joke. Kodos Doriz is not the only magic school in the world that can teach
magic."
"There's something wrong here, Irina - come back with me, and I'll think of a solution..."
"No! You always say that!"
Irina shook her head vigorously, a trace of stubbornness flashed across her face.
"I can definitely go to Hogwarts. I will do what my grandfather said, first become the most outstanding witch, and then after graduation, enter the Wizengamot International Tribunal and let them admit that my grandfather is not a bad person, he is a great person."
hero!"
After saying that, the girl rushed to the fireplace while Yermak was not paying attention, pinched a handful of powder from Splott's hand and threw it into the flames.
With a roar, the fire turned green, like a door leading to hell.
Irina Ivanovich walked straight into the fire, followed the instructions on the gilt metal nameplate in the flames, and shouted "Huberlian - Reactor No. 7" in a clear voice in the blink of an eye.
Disappeared.
"Irina! Come back!—damn it!"
Yermak Ivanovich reacted quickly, roared and stretched out his hand to grab his daughter.
However, before he could get close to the fireplace, the two wizards standing by the fireplace suddenly stretched out their hands and stopped him. In just a few seconds, Yermak Ivanovich lost his last breath.
Taking advantage of her daughter's opportunity, she could only watch as Irina's figure disappeared into the flames.
Immediately afterwards, Sprott waved his wand lightly and extinguished the flames in the fireplace.
"If you pass the test, you are worthy of being selected for special admissions."
"Get out of the way! You'd better not block my way, otherwise..."
Seeing Irina disappear into the flames, Yermak Ivanovich's eyes instantly turned red. He quickly pulled out his wand, gasped and looked at the two wizards in front of him. He gritted his teeth and let out a sound like
A bull-like growl.
Walter stared at the wand in Ivanovich's hand, without any trace of fear on his face.
"Otherwise? I have to say that your daughter is much stronger than you. And you seem to have forgotten that there are two of us here, two against one. Your chance of winning is actually not very high... If I guessed it correctly
That’s right, you haven’t had a duel with anyone for a long time, right?”
"At least I'll have no problem dealing with you..."
Yermak Ivanovich said coldly, pointing the wand in his hand at Walter's chest.
"Okay, I surrender..."
Walter shrugged, sighed, and said helplessly.
"But it's a pity that even if you threaten to kill me with a death curse now, I can't help you. The Hyperion should have entered the jump state at this time, and no one can do it without an authorization code.
Log in if necessary——"
"Of course, if you are very angry, you can point at me like this all day until your daughter comes back from Diagon Alley."
After a slight pause, Walter took the initiative to put away his wand with a calm face, took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
"Hey, it's almost nine o'clock before you know it? How about... let's go to the back room and wait? You know, this potato shop should start opening soon... Do you want tea or coffee?
,Have you had breakfast?”
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Big chapter! Completed the second half of yesterday’s chapter, plus normal updates!