I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 288 Letter from Northern Europe, Squib Wand Breakthrough

Looking down, the second part of the letter seems complicated and cumbersome, which explains the research process on the Squib Wand.

Thanks to the efforts of Gregorovich and a group of ancient magic masters, the Squib Wand has broken through the original limitation of being able to release only three magic spells. The current wand can now skillfully release four magic spells.

Don't underestimate this +1. As an initial researcher, Ian is very aware of the difficulties inside. It is entirely a multiplication of difficulty. The ancient magic text required for the first time is 2, the second time is 4, the third time is 16, and the fourth time is 256. The times are terrifying [-]...

"There are so many talented people, I really don't dare to look down on anyone!"

It had only been a month since Grindelwald gave him a huge surprise.

But Ian knew very well that this road was almost at the end, and the Squib Wand had to find another way, otherwise the fifth time would be 256x256, a terrifying arrangement of more than 5000 ancient magic words, not to mention whether it could be burned on the wand.

The total number of ancient magic texts currently deciphered in the world does not exceed [-], including those he deciphered by himself and those contained in Harry's invisibility cloak.

"I want to go there again if I find time! It seems they also know that this road is dead." Ian put down the letter and looked out the window and muttered to himself.

At the end of the letter, Grindelwald invited him to Durmstrang to participate in research on the transformation of the Squib Wand.

To be honest, he doesn't care much about Squibs anymore.The change of the current situation has made the once weak wizard become absolutely strong. Whether the squib has power is not the focus of his concern.

Ian's current focus is still on Snape and the potion masters.

As for why you don’t get involved, just kidding!He still knows how much he weighs, and at best he can be called a talented potion master.There is still a huge gap between him and masters like Snape.

But what makes Ian more tangled is that so far, the contemporary palace-level potion masters have gathered together, and they still haven't come up with a clue, or even a preliminary big plan.

"I hope I can make it in time..."

……

Time passed quickly, and it was October 1993 in a blink of an eye.

Today was supposed to be an ordinary weekend, but under the overall arrangement of Professor McGonagall, all the little wizards in the castle gathered in the auditorium.

"Weasley, didn't you wash your face today? Look at the gum in the corners of your eyes..."

"Miss Patil, take that ridiculous and ridiculous thing off your head."

Professor McGonagall roared at Ron and Parvati. The former dug his fingers at the corners of his eyes nonchalantly, and an unknown brown object fell off.

And Parvati also took off the gold headdress inlaid with gems with a look of displeasure, complaining in her heart about Professor McGonagall's ignorance. In India, this kind of gold headdress is only worn by high-caste Brahmins when participating in grand festivals. Eligible to wear.

Although the plot of Goblet of Fire has been advanced, due to the inertia of history, this scene is still surprisingly similar.

"The prefects will lead the first-year students to the front. Don't crowd and maintain the formation..." Professor McGonagall gave the order in an orderly manner.

"...Follow those from behind and gather on the lawn outside the castle. You'd better gather in the pre-demarcated area, otherwise..."

Facing the somewhat excited Professor McGonagall, all the little wizards, including several deans, obeyed the instructions obediently.

Everyone left the foyer quietly, walked through the long corridor, then filed down the steps, and finally gathered in the agreed-upon area.

Ian walked side by side with Professor Flitwick at the end of the Ravenclaw team. At this moment, he was communicating quietly with his dean.

"Only a fool would provoke Professor McGonagall today..."

"Who says it isn't? I've known her for nearly 50 years. Today, she looks like a lioness whose territory has been violated. That look is simply..."

"Ahem!" Ian interrupted Professor Flitwick instantly and looked to the other side. "The Lioness? Filius?"

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded from behind, and Professor Flitwick turned his head with difficulty.

"Ha, you heard wrong, that must be it."

"I don't want to quarrel today. You'd better pray that Ravenclaw doesn't cause trouble." After saying that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked to the front of the team.

After watching the figure go away, Professor Flitwick said:

"It's not her fault. Dumbledore hasn't been at school much in recent weeks."

"You don't know what he went to do?" Ian was a little surprised. The improved extension spell was almost popular, but his dean was still kept in the dark?

"I know." Professor Flitwick's expression calmed down, and then he said in a somewhat incomprehensible tone: "That should be a matter for Muggle leaders to discuss and resolve. Wizards can only assist, not lead, at best."

Well, Ian was speechless about that, but he understood.The estrangement between Muggles and wizards did not arise overnight. It can be traced back to at least the witch-hunting movement in the Middle Ages.

And these hundreds of thousands of years of grievances, coupled with the implementation of the Secrecy Law, have actually made wizards and Muggles become two parallel lines, two independent races that will never intersect. This is reflected in pure-blood wizards. is particularly serious.

While the two were talking, the team in front had arrived at the agreed lawn outside the castle.

We are very lucky. Today is a rare good weather. Although there is a bit of cold wind blowing on the empty lawn, the afternoon sun still brings a little warmth to everyone.

The team was arranged in order of age, with first-year students still standing in the front row. The difference was that the team was no longer led by prefects, but by the deans of the four colleges.

Time passed slowly, and soon more than half an hour passed.

Many young wizards also gradually turned from excitement at the beginning to impatience. This was very obvious in the first-year team. Although they were suppressed by their respective deans, some people still complained quietly.

"What's going on with them... they still haven't come yet! Is this a traffic jam?"

"Please, do wizards know how to drive? I would say they encountered bad weather while riding a broom and had to make an emergency landing. The last time my father and I flew on a plane, we encountered it..."

The young wizards of Muggle origin began to make wild conjectures.

"Bumpkin! Don't you know there is something called a portkey?"

Finally, a pure-blood wizard joined the discussion.

Another ten minutes of waiting.

"Here we come, look quickly, in the sky..."

It was like a signal that made the little wizards on the lawn look up to the sky.

In the distance, in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, 12 rune horses that were comparable in size to African elephants were flying at the forefront, and behind them was a carriage that was the size of a two-story villa.

At this moment, this behemoth was flying towards Hogwarts at a sprinting speed.

Even though it was hundreds of meters away, the air flow brought by the wings of the divine rune horse still reached the front of the team, causing commotion in the timid first-year wizard team.

"Keep calm! You represent Hogwarts at this moment!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was not loud, but her tone was unusually firm. With her comfort, the front-end team returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)