Chapter 1850

Nowadays, many people in the outside world are looking at Britain shrouded in fog... Well, more accurately, it is Weymouth, the southernmost port city in Britain, which is only separated from France by the English Channel.

Therefore, no one has noticed that Hogwarts castle, which was damaged by falling meteorites, finally welcomed a group of "guests" on the night when the corpse tide attacked the port.

Oh, no, maybe it would be more appropriate to call them "once family".

"Merlin is on... Oh, how did Hogwarts... How did this happen?"

A rather old wizard, leaning on a crutch, took the lead in standing on the broken bridge in front of the castle. Looking at the damaged and devastated castle in front of him, he couldn't help sighing sadly.

Hogwarts is located on the mountains in the north, with high terrain and far away from the south where the corpse was born, so there is not much fog. Even if they arrived at night, they could still see some things about the castle through the deep night.

Unfortunately, at present, they obviously don't want to see this sad and miserable scene at all.

"It must be halbo!" a middle-aged witch behind the old wizard also sighed, "who else will destroy the school except him? Or who else can have the power to destroy it?"

"Alas," the old wizard shook his head, "Haier bo... It seems that the hatred between us and him has greatly increased today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him raise his wand and gently wave his finger towards the fracture of the bridge. At the next moment, a large number of stone fragments sunk into the bottom of the river were smashed, immediately flew out of the water again, and pieced back as they were.

Not long ago, the Baoqian bridge, which had been broken by meteorite fragments, was repaired.

Obviously, if you want to restore such a large bridge by one person, you not only need excellent repair spell casting skills, but also need to consume a lot of magic. After the old wizard finished the spell, someone behind him couldn't help praising him.

However, the old wizard just shook his head.

"What I can fix is just a surface," he said. "You have all graduated from Hogwarts. You should know that there have been a lot of protective spells on this castle since ancient times, including some magic that only ancient wizards can do... I think it's impossible to make Hogwarts really return to its original state."

"Aslan, you say... What if it's that McClane?" the witch next to him asked.

"Mr. McLean?" the old wizard named Aslan thought after hearing the speech. "I don't know. After all, I haven't really seen him... When he was in the United States, I had the opportunity to meet him. Unfortunately, I had something important and missed the opportunity."

As he has lived in the United States for many years, Aslan speaks with a strong beautiful voice, but he is actually an out and out English wizard. Considering his age, he was a few years younger than Dumbledore. They seemed to have been classmates for several years.

Of course, these are all old things for him. If he doesn't say it, obviously not many people know it.

"Go and have a look!" old aslanton stopped his crutch and walked straight along the look he had just repaired. "Even if it's just the 'surface', we'd better try to repair it as much as possible! Anyway, this is the school that once trained us!"

Yes, these wizards, men and women, old and young, are almost all previous graduates of Hogwarts. The disaster hit the land of Britain. In addition to some survivors who were originally in Britain, many of them even came back spontaneously from abroad after the disaster.

For example, Aslan, the white haired old wizard, is the oldest and oldest of the large number of "returnees".

Even though... Born in Hufflepuff, he is low-key and has no reputation. After living so old, only a few people know him a little.

Soon, the wizards who came all the way to Hogwarts began to repair the castle, and everyone was busy.

Until the sky in the East was a little bright, and there was a chaotic sound of hoofs outside the castle ruins, which made some people stop their actions and look out of the school gate one after another.

"Is it a group of horsemen?"

"Well, that should be right."

"Maybe those who used to live in the forbidden forest? Go outside first, and I'll inform the old Sir later."

Before the words fell, the last speaking wizard immediately turned his head and ran to the inside of the castle.

The "old jazz" in his mouth refers to old Aslan. Long ago, their family was also a big family with close ties with Muggles, and even won titles and fiefs.

Of course, no one knows why he prefers others to call him that. After all, he just inherited the Muggle title, which is meaningless in the modern British magic world.

"Horse man?"

The wizard who heard the news said about the outside situation. Old Aslan, who was discussing the follow-up plan with several other wizards, nodded and said:

"OK, I see... You continue to study the protective measures of the castle here. I'll go out and meet the horse men."

Without knowing the actual reason, as soon as they hear about the horse people coming, the witches will immediately think of the astrology of the horse people. Such things as prophecy and divination have never been good.

So to be honest, everyone is actually a little uneasy.

But soon, when Aslan came out of the newly repaired front door, he saw a horse man saluting and saying hello to several wizards.

In the magic world, many wizards know that the horse people don't have a good impression of wizards, let alone make them salute respectfully.

Not to mention anything else, just look at the appearance of the worshipped wizards who subconsciously stepped back and looked puzzled. They were very puzzled about it.

"What's going on?"

Old Aslan also walked forward in confusion and asked.

"Old Sir," said one of the Wizards when he appeared, "they came to see what happened because they were aware of our arrival. Because... They have been near the castle all these days and have spontaneously taken care of the ruins for Mr. McLean."