"This," Hermione said incredulously all over her face.

She read the words in the newspaper in her hand, word by word.

This is a French-language newspaper after all.

Although she didn't understand many of the words, she had to read them carefully and guess them in context.

I'm afraid I'll read the wrong word.

As she watched, she translated the text backwards into English and read it to the other little wizards!

"How so."

Not only Hermione, but Harry on her side, and Ron all had shocked expressions when they heard the story of the federation official.

Who does not know the prestige of the Secrecy Law.

Their first lesson in the history of magic in school, Professor Spinn, was the Secrecy Act.

Previously, Owen was imprisoned in Azkaban for violating the Secrecy Act.

The prestige of this law has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

You know, not everyone can get out of Azkaban as easily as Owen.

In fact, the Ministry of Magic has a very heavy penalty for violating the Secrecy Act, which is not unique in the United Kingdom.

This is true throughout Europe, North America.

"Aren't they—aren't the federations going after them?" Harry looked at the newspaper Hermione had placed on the table, which he couldn't read in French.

But he could see the photos on the front page of the newspaper.

It was a palace.

A magnificent palace.

"You should know." At this time, Sirius on the side, as well as Mr. Arthur's face, were moved.

Among them, Mr. Arthur was the first to speak to the little wizard and explained: "The International Federation of Wizards was an organization that was only established in the seventeenth century, and before that, the wizarding world had its own set of rules. ”

"In the Far East, they have a tradition of communicating with Muggles for thousands of years."

"But—" Ron tried to retort something.

After all, secrecy is deeply ingrained in the hearts of European wizards.

"Ming Guo is a founding member of the Federation. Ron – Not all countries are signatories to the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act. Although they have also chosen to hide themselves, and will not expose the wizarding world on a large scale. Sirius continued to explain Mr. Arthur's words, "But that's not because of the Law of Secrecy, but because they have a tradition of life called 'Hermit Practice.'" ”

"In addition to this, they have other traditions in that land, such as young wizards who have graduated from a school of witchcraft and wizardry will travel to the Muggle world to blend in with them, and so on.

They call this an act 'accession to the WTO'. ”

"In short, the wizarding world is still better than fists in the final analysis, and people's fists are harder than those of the Federation, what can the Federation say?

Like Grindelwald decades ago, he almost toppled the federation, and if it weren't for Dumbledore, we might not be hosting the World Cup in this wilderness now.

It's in London—in some Muggle stadium. ”

"That's enough, Sirius." Mr. Arthur hurriedly interrupted his dangerous speech.

The thoughts that he had just said were quite dangerous.

Mr. Arthur looked at him cautiously, his eyes silently looking at Sirius, could it be that after so many years in Azkaban, he had a deep grudge against the Ministry of Magic?

If you think about it, it's a possibility.

"Sirius is actually quite right, when the Federation was first founded, it was led by the British Council of Wizards (the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic), after all, the current order of the wizarding world is actually forcibly promoted by the British, guess those who opposed it in the first place?" Owen laughed suddenly, his fingers tapping on the table, and the sound of 'knock knock' echoed in the hearts of the little wizards.

"You talk about Merlin all day long, but you know what kind of devastating power Merlin possesses, one of the most powerful wizards in the history of magic.

With a lifespan of more than a thousand years, he forcibly promoted the idea of protecting Muggles throughout Europe, relying on his mouth? ”

He held his cheek in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, "In the final analysis, it is the decline of English wizards, and they no longer have the courage to suppress the whole of Europe, and the "Secrecy Law" system established by themselves was originally intended to restrict the development of wizards in other countries, but now it is gradually restricting itself. ”

I saw that the atmosphere around me became delicate.

Hermione kept winking at him.

Owen stopped.

Fortunately, Mr. Weasley, they didn't know that Owen was a pure Frenchman, otherwise he would have angered them with what he had just said.

After all, if the British evaluate themselves, it can be said to be self-deprecating.

But to be a Frenchman, to belittle them so much is a bit too presumptuous.

"Alright! Speaking of the magic school of the Ming Kingdom. He changed the subject and talked about Daming's magic school again, the last magic school certified by the Federation.

"Her name is: Kunlun Xu. In local mythology, it means 'the land of all gods'. "ps: Taken from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness of the West", not a romance.

"You can also call it, Kunlun Void Magic School, like Hogwarts, she has three houses, which are located in Chang'an-Chang'an Taixue, Linzi-Jixia School Palace, and Taishan Mountain-Chengtian Palace."

"Although they all belong to Kunlunxu, they are different from Hogwarts in that Chang'an Taixue, Jixia School Palace, and Chengtian Palace, the three colleges are run independently, whether it is the teaching philosophy or the enrollment method, you can see them as three magic schools.

They are one of the oldest magic schools in the world, Kunlun Xu's history is more than two thousand years, even if the three major academies are independent of each other because of a certain accident, but the history of the Jixia Academy Palace alone has a history of more than two thousand three hundred years. ”

"So old?"

The little wizards who came back to their souls looked at Owen in surprise.

"But—the older the family, the more they don't." Hermione was the first to ask questions.

Compared to those pure-blood families in England, a country with thousands of years of historical schools, can her pure-blood family wizards be less?

Look at the Black, Malfoy, and Lestrange families, which one is not contemptuous of Muggles.

For example, the Weasleys, who had never been married to Muggles, were not as pure as the above families, but just because they were kind to Muggles, they were considered pure-blood.

How can it be in the Far East

"Rotten, huh?" Owen chuckled, then replied, "There was such a thought at first.

Initially, they didn't even allow wizards and Muggles to combine.

Immortals are different

This thought lasted until 2,500 years ago.

It was a time when etiquette was broken. The humanistic ideas from the Hundred Schools of Thought have seriously impacted the status of pure-blood wizards.

After the end of a war that lasted for hundreds of years.

The three major colleges of Kunlun are independent of each other.

And a new wave of students began to lead that land. Chang'an Taixue is the first magic school in the world that does not use bloodline as the admission criterion (in fact, everyone is almost pure-blood. They are all descendants of Yan and Huang. ）

They are meritocrats, and they can enter one of the three colleges as long as they have magical talents, and they also have a sorting ceremony, where the minds of the sages from the hundred schools of thought converge on a statue, and they will divide them into the corresponding schools according to the school's tendencies displayed by the young wizards.

The three major princes represent the three colleges.

One of my favorites is Chang'an Taixue. Owen continued to pull out the newspapers he had collected from his travels in Europe.

He even got a copy of "Chang'an Daily".

The front page on it is a photo of Taixue.

In the photo, the wizards dressed in fancy costumes seem to be holding some kind of celebration.

Although it is far from what they have seen with their own eyes, the appearance of Chang'an Taixue is still vaguely presented in front of them.

It was a school that would pale in all the praise of fables.

The words in my mind can't use words to describe the beauty of Taixue's truth.

It is a city built in the mountains, and in the distance it is part of the Qinling Mountains. The Chang'an people took advantage of the gap in the mountain itself to build the city, and built a circular city wall on the periphery.

This gives the city a semi-circular shape.

The cliffs are littered with abandoned statues, ruins, and battle scars.

Huge and assorted greatswords are stuck here, and there are ruins everywhere. There are even some huge statues of people that have fallen to the surface of the lake in pieces.

Those ruins were not cleaned or repaired by the Chang'an people, but respectfully preserved.

It's their tradition.

There is no doubt that the history of the Ming Dynasty is long and thick, and no living Ming person dares to claim to know all of her history.

Perhaps even they themselves have no idea what the story behind these relics is.

But they just stubbornly keep it.

Ancient and honorable history. Just like the city, it exudes a unique and attractive charm.

On that high mountain, an indescribable plane tree is in the posture of bearing the sky.

In the photo, it was already sunset, but the top of the mountain was covered with thousands of colors like silk.

Ribbons of light move with the wind and splendor the whole city.

Guangbai Canyon.

Sycamore smoke clouds.

These are two of the most famous scenery in Taixue.

"The school motto of Taixue." Owen cleared his throat, and then slowly said in the purest Chinese: "The gentleman's car is both common and many. The gentleman's horse is both idle and galloping. Chang'an is too much to learn from his gentleman.

The phoenix is singing, and it is in the high post. The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun. Chang'an is too learned from Chaoyang. ”

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

The other little wizards also tilted their heads.

A brand new, unfamiliar school of magic is enough to arouse their interest.

Moreover, Owen has such a high opinion of this school.

It's really fascinating.

"That's what I mean I'm better than the sun." Owen casually explained that it would be too much for him to translate the ancient text into English.

After all, he is not a professional translator.

"Amount"

Everyone was full of black lines, and they always felt that the school's compulsion had suddenly dropped several grades.

"Okay, let's be practical." Owen saw that these little guys were starting to be arrogant again, so he immediately organized words to prepare to attack them, "Chang'an Taixue, and even the entire Ming magic world, have three significant characteristics:

First, there is a mixture of spells. Throughout its long history, Chinese magicians have created a large number of spells. Magic patterns, spells, Taoism, supernatural powers, and so on. Numerous.

Second, the diversity of spell casting, the Ming magic world is tolerant and enterprising, widely absorbing the magic techniques of all countries in the world, and taking the essence of the magic skills of the world. Today, while magical trees are still the most widely used medium, they do not rely on wands alone, and the legacy of gestures, swords, staffs, and so on remains.

Third, the population of mages is large. Chang'an Taixue is currently the world's largest magic school with the largest number of students. There are more than 20,000 teachers and students in the school. The sheer size of the population naturally brings with it a diversity in spell casting and learning magic. As a Confucian school, Chang'an Taixue had an extraordinary influence throughout Asia. ”

"Wait—20,000?" Harry's jaw dropped.

How many people are there at Hogwarts.

He is not clear, but definitely no more than a thousand.

And Daming, there are 20,000 people in a magic school!

This.

No wonder they were able to ignore the federation's ban

How many wizards can there be in the whole of Europe.

How many Aurors can have!

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

"That land is the birthplace of magic, with magical skills unimaginable anywhere else, and when I graduate, I'm sure I'm going to travel to the Far East." Owen gulped down the polenta from his bowl, "I could live for many more years, and I'll have to spend some time studying magic that is very different from Europe." ”

"Humph! It's a good idea. Sirius nodded, acknowledging Owen's future plans.

In his opinion, it is a blessing for Europe that this little black devil can stay away from Europe.

In the end, don't even come back.

Save them and get them in trouble again.

"Travel?" Harry muttered to himself.

That's a good idea.

He still knows too little about the wizarding world, and he is not even as good as Ron in this regard.

Maybe he should also take advantage of graduation to go out for a walk?

The other Gryffindors also showed expressions of fascination.

The more beautiful Owen said, the more curious they became about the world across the ocean.

I'd love to experience it for myself and see those magic schools.

Let's see how they're different from Hogwarts.

At a breakfast, everyone ate a little lost their souls.

But it doesn't matter, because soon, everyone will have a whole new kind of fun.

After breakfast.

The group left the tent.

There are 100,000 wizards out there! From all over the world, there will definitely be a wave of insight.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist had gradually lifted, and they saw tents on all sides, and they could not see the end.

The crowd walked between the tents, looking around with great interest.

Only then did the little wizards realize that there were so many wizards in the world, and they had never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before.

The campers on the grounds are gradually waking up.

Families with young children are the first to get up.

Harry had never seen a wizard of this kind. I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily stabbing a slug on the grass, and the slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage. When they walked up to him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin! You are not allowed—to touch again—your father's—wand—ouch!"

She stomped on the fat slug, and the slug exploded with a snap.

They had gone far enough to hear her shouting in the silent air, mixed with the cries of the little boy—-—— "You have trampled the worms!" You've trampled the bugs up!"

After walking some way, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet gently skimming the dew-stained grass. A wizard working in the ministry had seen them.

He hurried past Owen and them, muttering in annoyance, "It's actually broad daylight!" My parents probably slept in———"

Fireworks gradually lit up all around.

Every now and then, young wizards would see an adult wizard emerge from their tent and start making breakfast.

Some looked around sneakily and lit the fire with their wands; Some were striking matches, with skeptical expressions on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

Three African male wizards sat there talking solemnly, all dressed in long white robes, roasting something like a hare on a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American witches sat chatting and laughing, with a gleaming banner hanging between their tents at the Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry heard the sound of a conversation coming from the tent they had passed, in a strange language, and he couldn't understand a word, but everyone was excited.

After all, it's a beautiful language.

"Oh my God! They are all supporters of the Irish national team. ”

So saying, they came down a hill.

From the foot of the mountain, in front of you, all the tents are covered with a thick layer of clover, and it looks like countless strange green hills have emerged from the ground.

In the tent with the curtain open, smiling faces can be seen.

"Nonsense, we don't support the Irish team, do we want to support the Bulgarian team?" The twins each had one arm on Ron's shoulder.

"You're not going to support Bulgaria, Ron!" The two looked at him playfully, their eyes full of danger.

"Me"

Ron kept his head down and didn't speak.

Just muttered, "Do I dare not support it?" ”

"I really want to see what is hanging on the tents in Bulgaria?" Hermione said.

"Just go over and have a look." Owen said, then pointing in the other direction, another hillside full of Bulgarian chess pieces.

When they got closer, they saw that it was a white, green and red three-color chess piece, fluttering in the breeze.

The tents here are not covered with any vegetation, but each tent has the same poster on it, on which is a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is frowning except for the blink.

"Krum." Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" Ron said, "Victor Krum, Bulgaria's Seeker!"

(End of chapter)