Near Tokyo, the location of the magic temple is Minami Iwo Jima, one of the volcanic islands.

As with all magic schools, there is an anti-illusion in the magic room.

And, for historical reasons, the Magic Institute is even more stringent in this regard.

There was a time when the country was under lockdown and foreigners could not enter.

Although that time has passed, the wizards have continued, and the local wizards are still quite hostile to the outside.

The Wizarding Society is a microcosm of Muggle society.

They could not go directly to South Iwo Jima, where there was an air base nearby and ships could not get close.

"How are we going to get there?" Gauss asked.

Musashi looked up at the sky and said, "The young wizards of the magic house will go to the magic house by riding a giant seagull, and we can take this opportunity to follow along."

Unlike Hogwarts, the Wizardry began recruiting wizards at the age of seven and began boarding at the age of eleven.

Before that, those wizards under the age of eleven passed by riding giant seagulls.

They were in a place called Ruyue Station, which was rarely populated, and there were many events that Muggles called Hidden Shadows, where wizards actually went to the Wizarding Chamber.

While the three of them waited, a cloud of fog drifted around them.

And in the mist, there was a sound of flapping wings.

Immediately after, a huge figure appeared in the mist.

"Gauss, you stay here."

John got up and said something, and when Gauss wanted to say something, John took out a money bag from his handbag and threw it over.

After Gauss caught it, he said that he must stay here honestly.

Musashi glanced at Gauss, who covered his bag and said, "I said in advance, this is the boss who gave me a person, and it is not in the cooperation agreement."

But he thought too much, and Musashi just said calmly, "You'd better hide, sometimes the Aurors will come over, and you're entering the country illegally."

Gauss looked around, and there was nothing in the place except a station.

Where is he going to hide?

The sound of the child communicating came out of the fog and gradually approached.

John tapped his head with his wand, and the illusion spell obscured him.

Musashi also used the Illusion Charm to hide.

The two walked into the mist, their voices waving goodbye to the giant seagulls.

As the seagull was about to take off, Musashi sprang up.

Giant seagulls flew up, and the fog was actually caused by the giant seagull's breathing.

This magical animal is perfect for use as a means of transportation, and the exhaled air is a white mist, making it convenient to hide its whereabouts.

John sat on the back of a giant seagull, which was not as big as a fire dragon, but it was not small.

There were two people sitting on their backs, and the giant seagulls were not found.

Musashi said with a look of nostalgia, "I used to go to school in a giant seagull."

"It's a pity that the train doesn't seem to be as comfortable as the train." John said lightly.

Musashi is noncommittal, the trains of Hogwarts and the giant seagulls of the Magic House have their own strengths.

Across the ocean, giant seagulls pass by an air force training base.

Aircraft and Muggles were parked underneath for patrol.

And beyond here, South Iwo Jima is where the magic is located.

It was the highest point of South Iwo Jima, a palace built on a volcano.

The palace is white all over and is an ornate and elaborate pagoda on the outside.

The giant seagull landed on a platform, and there were other giant seagulls here.

Under the cover of the fog, the two men descended to the side of the platform.

Inside the magic room, you can see the junior students wearing pink, the taller students, the color of their bodies will change, and the clothes of a few people are golden.

The palace is made of mutton fat jade, and the whole body reveals an oriental aesthetic that is different from the West.

Wait until

It was dark after those students left.

John stepped inside, and Musashi stood there, still looking at his alma mater in a daze.

It wasn't until John reminded him that he came to his senses.

With mixed feelings, Musashi walked into the magic office.

"I'd like to ask, Lord Silverhand," Musashi asked, walking beside John, inquiringly, "why did you come to the Magic House?"

"The study of magic always requires a lot of knowledge."

John said casually, "The countries of the East have a lot of advantages over the West in terms of inheritance, so their magic is not only more powerful, but they also have more ancient magic."

Stopping in front of the gate of the magic chamber, John looked up.

It's like an ancient plaque with the name of the magic house engraved on it.

He looked at it for a moment, then stepped inside.

The moment he stepped in, John's phantom spell was broken.

This place has a similar anti-invasion spell that breaks John's illusion spell.

His appearance was discovered at this moment by the professor in the Magical Institute.

John had expected it for a long time, so he wore a mask.

The professor of the magic institute hasn't been around for long.

But here they are called gurus.

The instructor immediately looked at the person next to John, and a female tutor with long straight black hair changed her face.

"Musashi?"

She looked at the man who had re-entered the magic chamber in disbelief, and there was some emotion in her eyes.

When Musashi saw the mentor, his expression was complicated, and he smiled with relief, "You became a mentor, Shizuka."

Shizuka really wanted to talk to him about something.

An old man, with a scarred bald head and a belly-length white beard, tied his beard with a purple ribbon.

"Akino Musashi?" The old man coughed twice and spoke.

When Musashi saw him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he said respectfully, "Principal Chong."

The old man looked as old as Dumbledore, but Dumbledore looked much more physically fit than he was.

And this old guy is like he's going to burp in the next second.

John stared at the old man, and then at the scar on his head.

There were six mentors, and John spoke at this point.

"I'm here for a magical exchange." He glanced at the mentors and chuckled, "Please forgive me for coming."

"Who are you?" A tutor with a feminine face looked at John with a sympathetic look and questioned him in English with a thick accent.

"You can call me the Silver Hand," John said lightly, "and I can pay the honorarium."

Headmaster Heavy raised his hand to stop the mentor from speaking, his cloudy eyes looked at John, and said, "Johnny Silverhand, I've heard your name."

"Oh?" John smiled and said, "I thought your magical society would be closed for years and wouldn't know my name."

"Of course not," Principal Chong laughed, "Your story has spread all over Europe, and even if the news is closed, we will be able to get a glimpse of it."

"Our empire is an empire that worships the strong, and your ideals coincide with ours."

Headmaster Chong looked at John and said, "Your Excellency Silverhand is not visiting the Magic Institute at this time."

"In the study of magic, it is always impossible to distinguish between day and night."

John smiled indifferently and said, "As for my words, they have never changed, I can pay for it, and I hope to enter the magic institute to read some literature and books."

Headmaster Chong looked at John, figuring out what he meant.

At the same time, he calculates the strength of himself and the other party.

Now the magic institute is in school, the students are not counted, and there are six tutors here.

Johnny's Silver Hand is as famous in the European wizarding world as Grindelwald and Voldemort.

For such a person, it is not a good choice to fight evil.

Moreover, the friendship of the second king, too

It is a precious thing.

After thinking for a while, Principal Chong smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar, and Your Excellency Silver Hand has come from the West, so naturally the Magic Institute also needs to perform enough rituals."

He motioned for the mentors to leave, his gaze vaguely glaring over Musashi, and invited John to come in.

John walked into the Magic, and Headmaster himself led him away.

As he walked into the atrium, Principal Shigege suddenly said, "Musashi, you are a sinner, and you are not worthy to enter the sacred place."

Musashi immediately stopped when he heard this, and he whispered, "I understand, Principal Shige."

Principal Chong nodded, and John walked behind with an unchanged face.

Musashi stopped, looking around a little confused.

The place is not small and the road is not short.

John started chatting as he walked.

"Speaking of which, the relationship between wizards in your country and the Muggle world is not like that of the West."

John casually said, "In ancient times you were called Onmyoji, serving the kings of the nation."

"Yes," Principal Chong said proudly, stroking his beard, "Our royal family has a long heritage, and they are a family of gods for all generations, and their bloodline is noble, and it is unique in the world."

John glanced at the old man, and he showed absolute reverence in the face of the Muggle monarch.

Once upon a time, the sorcerers of this country were in a subordinate relationship with their monarch, and this relationship is still vague even now.

Their Ministry of Magic also has some connection to the so-called royal family.

However, that connection began to disappear in modern times.

The influence of the royal family is also gradually decreasing, and even many wizards do not have the attitude of superiors and subordinates to the royal family at the beginning.

It's because of the rise of weapons that Onmyoji has become less important.

But the old man still seems to be abiding by that kind of superior-subordinate relationship.

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