Chapter 757 Lurker Salon

Meanwhile, outside Hogwarts Castle.

Outside the gate decorated with winged boar sculptures on both sides, there is now a neatly planned "research area."

As the bells on the Hogwarts tower rang, hundreds of scientific researchers and family members from the former Soviet Union came out of their rooms one after another, talking to each other in low voices with anxious expressions, and came to the research building in Area H. middle.

"Hey Natasha, do you know what we're doing today?"

Among the crowd, Arkhipovna gently poked the woman next to her with her elbow and asked in a low voice.

"Your whole family is now in that magic castle. I guess you should at least know something, right?"

"In fact, I may not know much about this aspect than you do - until now, I have only met little Frank, a wizard. As for Alexei and Danilova, they are still No news came back..."

Natasha shook her head, turned her head and glanced behind her anxiously, and sighed softly.

In her field of vision, she did not see the majestic and simple magic castle that Danilova described. All she could see was a desolate and abandoned wilderness. Apart from that, there was no trace of any human activity.

Unlike Arkhipovna from the Landau Institute, Natasha is here as one of the accompanying family members.

Since she had not signed a "magic employment agreement", let alone leaving this area, she could not see many of the basic magic facilities or buildings in the surrounding area, and could only rely on a simple map to roughly identify the direction.

"Hogwarts House Urban Life Guide——"

Natasha lowered her head, glanced at the card that appeared beside her bed, and said thoughtfully.

"If you look at it literally, it should be a daily briefing session afterwards."

After dinner last night, they received such a strange card, which recorded the location, time, and simple theme content in detail. At first glance, it looked like a flyer on the streets of Moscow some time ago.

Hogwarts—House—City?

This school in the magical world is far more mysterious and rigorous than she imagined.

Whether it is direct current or alternating current communication tools, some strange failures will occur here. This is not something that electromagnetic shielding in the conventional sense can do. In her opinion, it seems to be more similar to the information at the Chernobyl accident site. .

On the other hand, this area is not completely unguarded.

Magic is indeed full of wonders, but this does not mean that every user of them is equally cautious. In just a few days, Natasha discovered more than once that besides their group of "outsiders" , the traces left by others.

There is no doubt that in the shadows of this area, there must be unknown people silently watching their every move.

While the two were talking, they followed the flow of people to the large lecture hall on the first floor of the institute.

Although the population of the "Hogwarts Academy City" area is still very sparse today, most of the building facilities are planned in accordance with the standards of the top research institutes and university campuses in the world.

Even with the influx of nearly two hundred researchers at this time, the lecture hall could barely fill the first three or four rows.

"This way, Natasha, Povna! We are all over here!"

Before Natasha and Arkhipovna could clearly see their surroundings, there was an energetic greeting from the seat in front and right of them, from an old man in his seventies. He stood up and waved to them.

Vinogradov, a treasure-level fossil from the Academy of Sciences of the former Soviet Union and the Steklov Institute of Mathematics.

Almost half of the mathematics, physics, and biology-related researchers present here have taken the old man's class. According to Elena and Dumbledore's original ideas, he was originally going to teach at Hogwarts as a representative of the scientific community of the former Soviet Union. , but due to various reasons, the old man pushed out his favorite protégé Alexey in his place at the last moment.

Obviously, as the "madwoman" of the Landau Institute and the "Natasha" of Alexei's family, these two ladies naturally belong to one of the most orthodox "direct descendants". When they hear the old man's greeting, hurry up and hurry up. He nodded and leaned over with a smile.

At the same time, scholars from other institutes also greeted each other's friends to sit together.

Hogwarts and Destiny's launch of the "Starfire Inheritance Project" was not completed in an instant. Due to safety and confidentiality considerations, most scholars will be temporarily quarantined for a period of time after arriving at Hogwarts. Observe to ensure that no outside wizards or intelligence agents from the non-magical world sneak into Hogwarts Academy City in disguise.

Therefore, this is almost the first time that all the scholars arriving at Hogwarts really see each other.

In fact, to be more accurate, this can even be regarded as their largest academic salon in decades. Even in the last period before the collapse of the Soviet Union, such a large-scale gathering of top scholars had never happened.

People gathered together to chat and whisper quietly, exchanging what they had seen over the past few days while guessing at the content of today's briefing - if nothing else, this should be their official introduction to the magical world. .

"So... today's host hasn't arrived yet?"

Natasha frowned, glanced at the empty podium, and subconsciously touched her lower back with her left hand.

She was more concerned about the people behind the organization than the scholars who were taking this opportunity to chat.

These days, whenever Natasha takes the initiative to ask about this issue, Alexei will always end all subsequent topics with top secrets, insufficient authority, etc., as if he had been in the Institute of Nuclear Physics. Works like that.

But whether it's from the husband's hesitant expression or the clues, everything is obviously not simple.

This is absolutely impossible, at least not a simple "humanitarian aid" as most scholars think. This large-scale transfer of people spanning almost half the world has concealed the behavior of more than half of the world's population today. , it is impossible to have the courage and strength that a magic school that needs to teach eleven or twelve-year-old children can possess.

If only a "middle school" had such ability, then the magical world would already be superior to the non-magical world.

Natasha carefully observed the surrounding environment. The windows were all open, and the sunlight passed through the semicircular arch window at the top of the auditorium and sprinkled on the ceiling without any obstruction. The entrance doors on both sides were not closed, so it was impossible to see. to any guard.

Likewise, no one other than them could be seen arriving at the scene.

However, she could not see any signs of confusion on the faces of many senior academic masters present, and under their influence, the atmosphere in the entire lecture hall was quite relaxed, without any panic or tension. breath.

Speaking of which...

Natasha's eyes slowly passed over the faces of Vinogradov, Valeryanovich, Mendanlov and others, and she raised her eyebrows thoughtfully. If she guessed correctly, they should have An important person of the same level as Alexei.

She is very aware of her husband's influence. To gather such a large group of scholars, this is not something that the junior Alexey's network can accomplish - these living fossils in various fields present are the real levers. I have met the group of "betrayers" in the academic circles of the former Soviet Union, and if nothing else happens, I will be able to learn some useful information today.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the podium not far away.

A somewhat sharp, cunning voice that seemed to make people wary.

"Welcome," the voice piped up, "welcome to Hogwarts."

Natasha suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the podium. At first she thought she saw a dwarf, and then she thought it was the kind of dwarf known as a "house elf" among the scholars around her. A magical race enslaved by wizards.

However, when she had a clear look at the "little guy" who appeared in front of the podium, without even asking the researchers around her for their opinions, Natasha quickly understood - this was definitely not a wizard slave, or any creature. They may appear cunning and ferocious, but they cannot disguise the momentum and confidence that comes from a certain social status.

It is short in stature, has dark skin, and has extremely long hands and feet. It is wearing an extremely elegant gilding dress. On its left hand side is an extremely well-made metal cane, and a silver monocle shines in front of its left eye.

Although it doesn't even look as tall as an eleven or twelve-year-old child, no one will ignore or despise it because of this.

Especially when it suddenly appears in the lecture hall in a form that no one can understand.

"Then please take your seats first, treasures from the non-magical world." it said, snapping its fingers lightly.

With the snap of fingers, a huge white curtain hung from the ceiling of the lecture hall's podium with a crash. The blinds around the windows were pulled down at the same time, and rows of magic torches were lit up in the staircase hall.

In less than a few seconds, the entire hall suddenly became mysterious and unpredictable.

"Welcome to...the world of magic, everyone."

The goblin's monocle flashed, grinned, and said with a smile, showing sharp fangs. "Introduce yourself, Douglas, the goblin, is the CEO of Gringotts Wizarding Bank and one of the A-level guides of Hogwarts Academy City."

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