HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 366 Japan

Apart from her father's obsession with Hagrid, Alison felt that life was okay and she could just get by.

As for whether her father is satisfied with the situation of his lover being surrounded by students...

Anyway, I never saw Grindelwald really get angry with Dumbledore. The old devil's temper and jealousy seemed like little fun that could be calmed down with a few words of coaxing.

Occasionally you'll see a little redness on the face, ears, or something that needs to be covered...

boring.

Alison thought so as she hummed a song in the corridor of the castle and walked briskly past the exotic little wizards in conspicuous robes of foreign schools.

The Hogwarts Quidditch house team has been selecting players and training recently, and many curious guys have come to watch.

Quidditch is nothing rare. After all, it is an international wizarding sport. In comparison, the game played by Kodostorez, who rides on a whole tree, is more interesting.

What the students from other schools saw was the means by which Hogwarts had recently dispelled the dark clouds.

If it rains when sunny weather is needed, the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain will use talismans, worship the Dragon King, and even make clouds and rain - of course, they will not dispel the rain by playing ball, as China is pretty bad at Quidditch.

Hogwarts had no other choice before, but now they have learned more elemental magic, and the total amount of magic power has also caught up. When they encounter an unwanted rainy day, they will call their friends in advance, and summon almost the entire senior class of the academy during meals, to change their fate together.

It's right outside the window now.

A large group of people from various colleges gathered on the Quidditch field, casting the same fire spell in unison.

Waving fire snakes erupted wantonly from the tip of the high-raised magic wand. Countless sources of fire were finally gathered into the same violent force under the command, turning into a giant flaming dragon that flapped its wings and flew straight into the sky, rushing towards the low-pressure dark clouds.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the originally pitch-black sky began to gradually reveal a little light. In the end, the light became brighter and brighter, and the dark clouds became thinner and thinner, until the entire sun was revealed.

Compared to the dark clouds in the entire sky, the area they occupied was not too large, but it was enough to keep the sun shining for a whole day.

Many young wizards from other schools were clinging to the windows, or simply watching from the sidelines of the Quidditch field.

A group of silly little wizards with clear eyes, most of the topics they talked about were either magic and courses, or a few handsome and beautiful ones among the senior students of Hogwarts.

Alison glanced at it casually and ignored it.

She was also busy picking up people from the Japanese Magic Institute.

A few days ago, the Castrobus School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Brazil finally arrived, and Grindelwald went to represent Hogwarts to deal with it.

Probably because of the old grudges with the old devil during World War II, both sides were smiling with their lips but not their eyes.

But in the end, faced with huge benefits, South America reluctantly accepted the offer, joined the exchange student program led by this side, and started a course related to magical creatures.

It is not realistic to translate an entire textbook on the spur of the moment - and into multiple languages ​​at that.

To teach magical zoology, you only need to translate the relevant information about the magical animals to be prepared in advance for each class.

As a result, there are more little wizards wearing bright green robes in each school.

The Japanese Institute of Magic, probably because it is farther away than Castrobusa, sent a letter requesting the establishment of a portal between the wizarding world and the magic school. After the British side sent two portal scrolls, they only replied now and said that they would officially meet today.

Alison was not on guard and planned to go to the meeting as a routine matter and go through the process to bring the magic school into the cooperation.

It was a very normal, unremarkable thing.

But it turns out that her imagination is still too lacking and her thickness needs to be improved.

After the red-haired little wizard entered the portal, he saw that the camp was becoming more and more lively. Men, women, and children from all over the magical world were coming in and out, some were going to fight monsters and level up, and some were just transiting and busy going to other places.

As for the people from the Japanese Magic Institute...

That's strange, I didn't see it.

The Asian people around me were all young Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, and people from the headquarters of the Chinese Taoist Association. I didn't see any Japanese people...

The letter said they would wear cherry blossom pink and light gold robes. Logically, a group of people wearing the same uniform should be obvious, but I didn't see it.

"...?"

Alison suspected that she was being stood up, but she also felt that people who lived a good life would not take the risk of offending her who held the portal.

Finally, she walked to the agreed campfire and saw a middle-aged Japanese man.

Should he be the professor at the Japanese Magic Institute? Or the principal?

Anyway, it was a light golden robe.

This is the only person who fits the description in the letter.

This man is leading a group of... Americans.

Except for this man in a light golden robe, the Americans around him were dressed casually, each with their own freedom.

No wonder she overlooked it.

The middle-aged Japanese man brought a group of Americans and met Allison's eyes. The scene was very awkward for a while.

"..." Alison was silent for a moment, and decided to go through the process normally and figure out the situation first, "Well, the Japanese Magic Institute, right?"

The Japanese man's expression was a little stiff, and his nervous eyes involuntarily glanced at the American next to him, then he nodded and bowed: "Hi! I am the principal of the Japanese Magic Institute, Kuwakuri Tatsu."

This guy's English has a weird Japanese accent, which is a Japanese characteristic.

Faced with Alison, an underage witch who came alone to handle matters between the two schools, he did not show any Japanese-style dissatisfaction with seniority or pretending to be an elder.

But Allison felt that he was more likely to be too distracted by the Americans around him to think much.

The little red-haired wizard continued to follow the routine and asked meaningfully: "...Are these people around you students from the Japanese Institute of Magic?"

Although it was a common question, her tone was very subtle.

Because the people surrounding Sang Muli were mostly American adults, tall and big - Alison also keenly noticed that some of them had obvious gun calluses on their hands.

Sang Muli forced a smile and laughed awkwardly twice. He turned back awkwardly to look at the large group of American soldiers behind him, then quickly looked away. His eyes were empty and his expression was distorted as if he was about to cry.

"Ah... well... we have recently recruited more... American students for various reasons..."

“Red Bean Smoothie Marseille!”

Because it was clearly the fault of the Japanese Magic Institute, he subconsciously and skillfully bowed deeply to apologize after he finished explaining.

As for blaming America the Big Daddy?

That's something you absolutely don't dare to do.