Chapter 512

Paul only felt his head was dizzy. He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt weak. He was as tired as if he hadn't slept for several days. He kept concentrating, "what's wrong with me?"

Finally, he opened his eyes and found himself in a small storage room surrounded by buckets with mops, rags and brooms. Paul groped for his wand and found that his wand, which he regarded as life, was broken from the center, and the white unicorn fur inside was burnt to coke.

"I have a game to play in, I have a game to play in!" Paul thought of the problem and quickly got up. The storeroom was locked from the outside, and the door handle could not be opened. So he hit him with his shoulder, kicked him with his foot, and cried out for help.

After all, the storeroom was not a prison, and he soon broke out. He found himself facing Hogwarts's room. He quickly opened the door and found it empty. The clock on the wall clearly shows the time, and the game will start in ten minutes.

"My God! What did I miss? " Paul panicked. It's very important for him to take part in the competition and win. He will never allow himself to miss this grand event. He didn't remember how he got to the storage room, but he had visited the venue with Fergus and knew where the venue was and how to get there. If you can fly, there's still time.

He threw away the broken wand. He remembered that there was another wand in his cupboard. Although it's just a magic wand distributed by Hogwarts for students to practice, it's not easy to use, but it's much better than nothing. He picked up the wand and weighed it. It felt strange, but he didn't have time to think about it. Conveniently took a broom in the opposite storage room, temporarily gave it the ability to fly with a spell, and then rode up into the sky.

Atlantis's spindles are moving slowly, and it's not difficult to walk through them. The residents here are quite shy, so they don't appear in front of others easily, and they do magic research one by one in the spindle room. The young wizard tournament became an important entertainment for them. It was one of the few things that could get them out of the house. Paul saw a lot of wizard groups of lamp God image, ghost image and half man and half dragon image go to the competition venue "Skeleton Island".

They're not going to fly, they're going through the teleport. Each spindle house has a transmission array on its roof. Invisible space energy connects them to each other and finally connects them with the tower in the center of the city. Atlantis found that in the process of transmission, some dissipated energy will be generated out of thin air. Collecting them can make up for the daily consumption of magic, so as to achieve the balance of energy conservation.

Special transmission magic array needs special operation techniques. Paul is not so high-end. Atlantis mages are very punctual and will never stop to pick him up. So the only way to get to skull island is to fly up to the central tower. The witches will gather mass teleportation there. As long as they can rush into the teleportation array, they will be able to get to Skeleton Island.

Time didn't wait. Paul seemed to hear the clock ticking in his ear. The light of the transmission array has been lit up. What a gorgeous light column it is! As long as you rush into the range of the light column, you will be able to reach your destination this time.

This time? Paul was suddenly stunned. Why did he think of these three words. He is clearly the first time to do the impact transmission beam thing, there is no last time, where did he come from "this time"? As soon as this idea arose, he immediately felt the stick under his hip shaking constantly. Originally, it was inclined upward and suddenly dropped down. With him, he fell from the excited high altitude to the cold and hard ground.

The magic broom and the magic spell are not working? Paul was also an excellent wizard selected by goblet of fire. He didn't panic at all. He took out his magic wand and cast it again. But no matter how he waved his wand, there was no magic coming out of the stick.

With a scream, Paul rubs the beam of light and falls, falling all the way to the ground in Atlantis. His wand, his broom, his dream of becoming a hero of Hogwarts and an excellent collaborator of the Ministry of magic fell to pieces.

Fergus was on the tower, and he saw it through a row of bright windows. He is holding a pocket watch in the middle of his left hand. There is no time on it, only a pointer. It is sliding from "danger" to "stability and safety".

On the long table behind him sat nine Atlantis witches, including soram. These nine witches are Atlantis' managers, and they are undoubtedly the strongest nine in the region. They have always only used to act separately in the city, and all the people sitting in this room are noumenon - even they have not seen the noumenon of several other people for a long time.

"It has been confirmed that this Paul is the person the Presbyterian Church wants, an unstable factor." Fergus took a final look at the pocket watch, confirmed that its pointer had stabilized, and put it back in his pocket. "According to the Presbyterian Council's decision, after the tournament, Atlantis will enter a closed state, and all external contacts can only be carried out with the Presbyterian Council's consent."

"It's not Atlantis' fault this time, it's Paul who caused it. We hope that the Presbyterian Council will consider this as appropriate and not sever our ties with the world of origin. " Said a great wizard."The Presbyterian resolution will not be changed. There is no room for negotiation." "But the problem you're worried about doesn't exist. Atlantis is still connected to the earth. It's not cut off. It's just one more layer of approval," he said. As far as I know, the Presbyterian Council is examining the impact of magic on the earth. At present, eight Presbyterians are more focused on technology. If you no longer use the image of the wizard above, but only the image of legend and myth, the activity may be easier. "

"In other words, we are going to carry out the sea king's plan? To tell you the truth, I don't really like a brat with more muscle than brain

Soram shook his head: "there are not many choices. Let's release the sea king first. At least we can interact with the world of origin more. That's the most important thing." He turned to Fergus and said, "with all due respect, I don't think this Paul is the one who caused the turbulence of time and space and alerted the Presbyterian Church. You may have found the wrong person."

"As one of the great wizards, you can question my ability, but don't question the ability of the elders." Fergus shook his head: "according to the list of elders, we will act separately and keep an eye on every person who may cause change. After excluding everyone, Paul is our last target. Just now, when he was about to impact the transmission array, the pointer jumped to danger. Fortunately, I was ready to move in his broom and wand. If you solve him, all the problems will be solved. "

Soram frowned and seemed to have some doubts, but the elders were powerful detached people with far-reaching vision, which were not comparable to those great witches. Maybe I'm wrong. Mike has a special personality. There's no problem.

After all, the detached people think Mike Longhou is OK, don't they?