Chapter 2241

St. Martins is not a desert island. There are fields, farms and two small villages. However, generally speaking, there have never been many families on this small island, so that nearly one-third of it is wasteland except near two small towns.

Today, it rained again on the island.

Why say "again"? In fact, it may be that lead clouds cover almost the whole territory of Britain not far away. Those clouds are special and may not be able to save water vapor, which makes water vapor accumulate in the surrounding waters.

Recently, it has been raining on the island every three or five times. It is estimated that this should be the reason, which really makes the residents of the island feel a little upset.

However, there is no way. Recently, these rains have made the rural roads particularly muddy. Most of the few islanders can only shrink at home and even complain to their families.

These Muggle islanders don't even know the actual situation outside, because the ships that used to come every week have already stopped. That is, in the satellite TV that uses the "big pot" to receive signals, we can occasionally see some French news that has been filtered by regulation. As for the British TV that we usually watch... We can't get it for a long time.

Obviously, St. Martins is not a desert island, but now it has become an isolated island forgotten by many people.

However, it must be said that even if it was just an accident and coincidence, even if it was not the other party's original intention, the island was finally noticed by some people.

There is still rain today, but in the misty rain, there are a group of people with different height, fat and thin. These visitors who came in the rain did not disturb anyone on the island, but quietly did some strange work in the large open space on the east side of the island.

If someone can fly into the air and look down, you can see these hurried figures digging in the wasteland silently and regularly. They do not need shovels to dig the earth. They can easily lift large pieces of soil and Turf by waving small sticks in their hands.

After only half a day's work, these people have planed many shallow pits under the increasing rain, but the whole looks like a circle composed of pits.

After building a canopy and eating something to fill their belly, the group began to dig ditches again.

The shallow ditches look like diversion canals, but in fact they seem to be too shallow and narrow to be even canals.

These shallow ditches connect the previously dug shallow pits one by one. Under the continuous rain, they have accumulated into scattered small pools. If the accumulation is clear water, this picture will probably be very beautiful.

Unfortunately, the mud in the pool is more than water. Looking at it, it is muddy and ugly.

However, these people who dig pits and furrows have obviously never considered any ornamental. There is no such indicator in their tasks. More than half a day later, many pits were dug, and shallow ditches connected them one by one.

The work they were responsible for seemed to be finished, so soon, most of these people disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a few around to guard.

The Muggle banishment spell still works. With the continuous rain, no one will come to this wasteland.

After staying for more than ten minutes, a second group of people braved the rain and appeared in the rain. As soon as they arrived, they were busy without saying a word.

The second wave of people came with things. It seems that they brought pieces of stone slabs. These stone slabs are large and small, and they are all arranged into shallow pits that have been dug in advance according to the law of small inside and large outside.

It's just that there are many pits to dig, but there are far less flagstones to bring. After placing the stone slabs, they disappeared and left silently. They never knew where to bring more stone slabs for arrangement and placement. The progress was not very fast.

It was not until noon the next day that the pits were finally filled with slate - the task of the second group seemed to have been completed.

So they left only a few people to guard the site again, and the others disappeared and left the island. After half an hour of silence, the first group of people came back.

After pouring something into each ditch, these people began to fill the pits and ditches again.

Needless to say, filling the soil is much simpler and more convenient than digging pits and ditches one by one. After filling the wasteland again with the soil dug out at the beginning... Finally, everyone disappeared.

During the day and a half, and after almost staying up all night, the two groups of people completed these things mysteriously and strangely. The rain was still falling, but the wasteland that had just been bustling was finally calm again.

Unfortunately, in the past few days, it is difficult for this area to really restore its due tranquility - that is, more than an hour of tranquility has just passed, and the third group of people who do not know their origin came again.

However, it is worth mentioning that there are only three people in this third wave. One of the two figures is slightly higher and the other is slightly lower. Looking at the figure through the rain curtain, it seems that they are girls. Another man was a man. Although he also held a small wooden stick in his hand, he held a silver sword in his other hand.

As long as you observe more, it is not difficult to find that the girl who is a little shorter seems to be the leader of the three.

"In short, press it first!"

The girl with some messy hair looked around for a week, subconsciously stepped on the ground, and said so.

In the sound of the rain around and the waves on the outer sea, the voice became very insignificant. But as soon as she finished this sentence, she raised the stick in her hand and waved it quickly.

At the next moment, several cards flew out of her pocket, and inexplicable invisible forces began to envelop the wasteland that had been dug and refilled. Where I passed, the ground was slightly sunken and the dust was quiet. Even the rain seemed to be pulled by some force and fell much faster.

Before long, all the loose soil on this wasteland was compacted. Just because of the rain, the ground was still very muddy. If you take two steps, even your shoes would be stuck.

After finishing these, the three figures began to be busy again. They occasionally whispered a few words to each other, but they were basically busy most of the time.

Until the morning of the third day, the rain continued for two days and nights, and finally stopped.