Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly, in his eyes there was still a difference between and, but he didn't want to talk to the students about such a profound topic.

When he saw that everyone around him was almost there, Dumbledore immediately announced that the group of them were the participants in the summer camp, and that their first stop was the French wizarding world.

Beauxbatons...... Beauxbatons School of Magic is in France, one of the three major magic schools in the West, if the first stop is France, then I guess there should be 'Scandinavia'. Kirk analyzes it carefully, while Sherlock thinks that what he said makes sense, after all, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the headmaster will be welcomed to Hogwarts next semester.

But judging by this way, Hogwarts should have gone to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons early this summer to say hello, which is nothing at all.

And those two schools will naturally fulfill their role as hosts when the new students of Hogwarts arrive at their location.

"Oh my God, if you're going to Scandinavia, it's better not to go, it's said to be so cold all year round that you can freeze into popsicles in mid-air when you pee...... My dad said that Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was built in the coldest places, where the uniforms were winter clothes to protect against the cold. Lupo had an exaggerated expression, although Sherlock knew that Durmstrang was in a very cold position, but maybe it would not be as serious as Lubo said in the middle of summer.

Fimia kicked him, and the fact that she peed and froze into a popsicle made her very sick.

"Alright...... I still rarely spend the summer with my students, and usually during the summer vacation, I have other things to do...... But this kind of summer camp also makes me happy...... Now it's time for us to go. Dumbledore waved his Elder Wand, and a white firework exploded in the sky.

Although it's not at night, it still looks beautiful during the day.

"What's that sound?" Sarina suddenly cocked her ears and asked, Sherlock and the others also heard a familiar sound, it was the sound of the train moving the rails rubbing against each other, until he heard a train whistle, Sherlock was sure why it felt familiar, because the train coming was Hogwarts Express.

Sure enough, a thin slit suddenly parted in the center of the Quidditch arena, and there was a black rail on the ground, which was connected to the outside, and many young Hogwarts wizards were stunned, and they really couldn't imagine that the Quidditch arena was like a huge trap field, and there were even railroad tracks in it.

The red front of the car appeared in front of them, and the young wizards of Hogwarts began to get excited, because they were going to France by train.

"What an exciting train ride to France! But I wonder how the hell is the Hogwarts Express supposed to cross the sea? After all, will there be railroad tracks in the ocean? Any single wave can torsion the rebar. Lubo said.

"Won't we know when we get in the car?" Sherlock laughed.

"Come on, kids, this time it's just me and you, which means that half of this summer vacation you're going to be outside with me, a bad old man...... Don't dislike me, after all, we don't have any young professors in our school, and the youngest one is about the same age as your parents. ”

Dumbledore beckoned everyone to get in the car.

Asinsha stood beside Sherlock and whispered, "It must be Snape, Snape was still a sorting ceremony presided over by Professor McGonagall when he went to school at Hogwarts, and Snape went to school at about the same time as his parents, but his father and mother were older than Snape and were Snape's seniors." ”

Sherlock smiled and didn't speak, if Dumbledore really thought about making the professors younger, the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor wouldn't choose the Crazy Eye.

"But I don't understand, why does it have to be Headmaster Dumbledore? After all, everyone knows it...... He is the greatest White Wizard of the moment, and Professor McGonagall has said that Headmaster Dumbledore is a busy man every day...... Why not Professor McGonagall or someone else this time, even if Dumbledore is really not at ease, he can arrange a few more professors to come along. ”

Hermione asked in a whisper.

"You can think of traditional Hermione." Sherlock said that anyway, during the Triwizard Tournament, the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were personally led by the principal, and the principal of Durmstrang was also the vice president of the International Dark Arts Association, and the chairman was Sherlock's father, Fourmond Mephisto, among which Sherlock and Durmstrand's principals had also met a few times, and the two sides had a somewhat shallow friendship.

In the Hogwarts Express, in the private room where Sherlock was, he sat with Sarina, Asinsha, Fermia, and Hermione, but unfortunately Luna didn't come this time, she accompanied her father to Africa to find materials, Sherlock could only smile bitterly and bless his girlfriend not to come back from tanning during the summer vacation.

"But it's strange, Dumbledore has always taken Harry Potter very seriously, why didn't he see the immortal boy this time? It's a bit of a buzz. Suddenly, Femia, seeing that the atmosphere was a little boring, took the initiative to mention Potter.

"Humph! Maybe I'm ashamed, but Potter hasn't apologized to my brother until now, and if he doesn't come, forget it. Asin said angrily, and Hermione looked helpless next to her, after all, she was also disappointed in Potter, after all, Sherlock had helped them many times.

Hogwarts Powers were about to start driving, and Sherlock and the others saw the scenery outside the window receding.

The Hogwarts Express was speeding up quickly, and the train was rushing forward at incredible speeds, with the walls and towers of the Quidditch arena in front of it.

"Oh my God, is the driver of this train crazy? He's going to hit the wall with a train! Femiaa exclaimed.

"Don't worry, the train also follows the direction of the rails on the ground, which has little to do with the driver, but I don't think Dumbledore is crazy enough to put the rails on a wall, especially since there are so many students on this train, have you forgotten Fimia? We're wizards. ”

Sherlock was right, and just as the students screamed in panic and saw the train rushing towards the walls and the auditorium towers, the scene suddenly stretched in front of them, as if the train had been pulled into tiny noodles dozens of times as long as it was in a second.

But after a second, it was back to the same state.

Everyone was stunned, they couldn't quite understand what had just happened, but the imaginary collision with the wall did not happen, but the surrounding scenery changed.