Paul only felt that his head was groggy, and he felt weak when he tried to open his eyes, as tired as if he had not slept for several days. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he kept concentrating, 'What's wrong with me?'

When he lifted his eyelids, he found himself in a cramped storage room, surrounded by buckets of mops, rags, and a few brooms. Paul fumbled for his wand and found that the wand he thought was his life had broken from the center, and the white unicorn fur inside had been charred.

"I still have a game to play, I still have a game!" Paul thought of the question and quickly got up. The storage room was locked from the outside, and it couldn't be opened at all by turning the doorknob. So he struck him on the shoulder, kicked him with his foot, and cried out for help.

The storage room was not a prison after all, and he quickly broke down the door. He found himself facing the Hogwarts room, and hurriedly opened the door to enter, only to find that it was empty. The clock on the wall clearly shows the time, and there are still ten minutes to go.

"Oh my God, what am I missing?" Paul panicked. It is very important for him to participate in the tournament and win, and he will never allow himself to miss this event. He didn't remember how he got to the locker, but he had followed Fergus to the competition venue and knew where it was and how to get there. If you can fly, it's still too late.

Throwing away the wand, which was already broken, he remembered that he still had one in his cupboard. Although it is only a special wand issued by Hogwarts for students to practice, it is not easy to use, but it is also much better than nothing. He picked up his wand and shook it, feeling a little weird, but he didn't have time to think about it at this time. He grabbed a broom in the storage room opposite, temporarily gave it the ability to fly with a spell, and rode into the sky.

The Spindle Flying House of Atlantis moved slowly, and it was not difficult to navigate through it. The inhabitants of this place are quite shy and easily do not appear in front of others, and one by one they conduct spell research in the spindle house. The Young Wizards Tournament became an important pastime for them, one of the few things they could do to get them out of the house. Paul saw many wizards in the image of the god of lights, the image of ghosts, and the image of half-man, half-dragon in groups heading to the playing field, "Skull Island".

They don't fly, they go through the teleportation array. The roofs of each spindle house have teleportation arrays, and the spatial energy that is invisible to the naked eye connects them to each other, and eventually connects them to the tall tower in the center of the city. The Atlanteans discovered that in the process of teleportation, some fugitive energy would be generated out of thin air, and by collecting them, they could make up for the consumption of daily magic, so as to achieve a balance of energy conservation.

Special teleportation magic arrays require special manipulation techniques, and Paul is not such a high-end thing. The mages of Atlantis are very punctual and will never stop to piggyback on him. So the only way to get to Skull Island is to fly upwards to the Central Tower. The wizards would assemble a mass teleportation there, and as long as he could rush into the teleportation array, he would be able to reach Skull Island.

Time waits for no one, and Paul seems to hear the clock ticking in his ears. The light of the teleportation array has already lit up, what a brilliant and gorgeous pillar of light it is! As long as you rush into the range of the pillar of light, you will definitely be able to reach your destination this time.

This time? Paul was suddenly stunned for a moment, as to why he had thought of these three words. It was obviously the first time he had done to impact the teleportation light pillar, and he didn't have the last time at all, where did he come from? As soon as this thought arose, he immediately felt the stick under his crotch continue to shake, originally diagonally upward, but suddenly fell down, taking him from the excited high altitude to the cold and hard ground.

The magic broomstick spell didn't work?Paul was also an excellent wizard chosen by the Goblet of Fire, so he didn't panic at all, and took out his wand and recast the spell. But no matter how much he wielded his wand, not a single bit of magic came out of the stick.

With a scream, Paul grazed the teleportation pillar and fell, until it shattered on the ground in Atlantis. His wand, his broomstick, his dream of becoming a hero of Hogwarts and a brilliant collaborator of the Ministry of Magic were shattered to pieces.

Fergus was on the tower, and he saw it all through a row of bright windows. In his left hand he holds a pocket watch with no time on it, only a pointer, sliding from "dangerous" to "stable and safe".

At the long table behind him sat nine wizards of Atlantis, including Soram. These nine wizards are the administrators of Atlantis, and they are undoubtedly the nine strongest people in the region. They had always only used clones to move around the city, and all the people sitting in this room were their own bodies—even they hadn't seen the bodies of several other people in a long time.

It has been established that this Paul is the presbyterian man, a destabilizing factor. Fergus took one last look at his pocket watch, made sure its hands were stable, and put it back in his pocket. "According to the decision of the Council of Elders, after the tournament ends, Atlantis will be closed, and all external communication will only be allowed with the consent of the Council of Elders. ”

"This time the turmoil was not Atlantis' fault, but this Paul. We hope that the Presbyterian Council will consider this as appropriate and not sever our connection with the world of origin. A great wizard said.

"The resolutions of the Council of Elders are not going to change, and they are not negotiable. Fergus said: "But the problem you are worried about does not exist, Atlantis is still linked to the earth, and it is not severed, but it is just an extra layer of approval." As far as I know, the Council of Elders is looking at the effects of magic on Earth, and the current eight elders are more focused on the path of technology. If you don't use the image of a high wizard, but only the image of legends and myths, it may be easier. ”

"In other words, we're going to carry out Aquaman's plan? To be honest, I don't really like reckless people who have more muscles than brains. ”

Solam shook his head: "There aren't too many choices, let's release Aquaman first, at least be able to interact more with the origin world, this is the most important thing." He turned to Fergus and said, "With all due respect, I don't think this Paul is the one who caused the turmoil in time and space to alert the Presbyterian Council, you may have found the wrong person." ”

"As one of the Great Wizards, you can question my abilities, but don't question the abilities of the Elders. Fergus shook his head: "According to the list made by the elders, we will split up and keep an eye on each person who may cause change. After excluding everyone, Paul was our last target. Just now, when he was about to storm the teleportation array, the pointer jumped to danger. Fortunately, I was prepared and moved between his broom and wand. Solve him, and all problems will be solved. ”

Solam frowned, as if he still had some suspicions, but the elders were all powerful transcendents with far-reaching vision, which was not at all comparable to these great wizards of them. Maybe it's just that I'm wrong, Mike just has a special personality and won't have a problem.

After all, the transcendents think Mike Dragon's roar is fine, don't they?