Chapter 1849 "Returned Alumni"

The latest website: Today, many people from the outside world are focusing on Britain, which is shrouded in fog... Well, to be more precise, it is Weymouth, a port city at the southernmost tip of the UK and separated from France by the English Channel .

Therefore, everyone has not noticed that on the night when the wave of living corpses hit the port, Hogwarts Castle, which was destroyed by the falling meteorite, finally welcomed a group of "guests".

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

"Merlin on... oh, how did Hogwarts...how did it become like this?"

A rather elderly old wizard leaned on a cane and took the lead 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.

Because Hogwarts is located on the northern mountains, the terrain is very high, and it is far from the south where the living corpses were born, so there is not much fog. And even though they were still at night when they first arrived, they could still see some of the castle through the deep night.

It's a pity that they obviously don't want to see such a sad and miserable scene at the moment.

"It must be Hai Erbo!" A middle-aged witch behind the old wizard also sighed, "Who else will destroy the school? Or, who else can own it?" Destroy the power so far?"

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

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the wand in his hand and gently waved his finger at the broken bridge. The next moment, a large number of stone fragments that were smashed and sank to the bottom of the river below immediately flew out of the water again, and piece by piece were pieced back together as they were.

Not long after, the bridge in front of the castle, which had been broken by meteorite fragments, was repaired in this way.

Obviously, if one person wanted to restore such a large bridge, not only would he need extremely good restoration spell casting skills, but he would also need to consume a lot of mana. Immediately after the old wizard finished casting the spell, someone behind him couldn't help but praise him.

However, the old wizard just shook his head to himself.

"What I can repair is just a surface," he said, "You are all students who graduated from Hogwarts, you should know that there are a lot of protective spells left on this castle since ancient times, and there are even There are some magics of ancient wizards... I don't think it will be possible to restore Hogwarts to its original state.

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"Aslan, what do you think... what if it's that McClain?" The witch next to him couldn't help asking after hearing what he said.

"Mr. McLean?" The old wizard named Aslan thought for a while after hearing the words, "I don't know, after all, I haven't really met him... When he was in the United States, I had the opportunity to talk to him. He met him once, but unfortunately I had important matters at that time, so I missed that opportunity."

Due to living in the United States all year round, Aslan speaks with a strong American accent, but he is actually a British wizard through and through. Counting his age, he was only a few years younger than Dumbledore, and the two seemed to have been classmates for several years.

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

"Go and have a look!" Old Aslan paused for a moment on his crutches, and then walked straight forward along his newly repaired eyes, "Even if it's just a 'superficial', let's try to repair it as much as possible first! Anyway , here are all the schools that once trained us!"

Yes, these wizards, male and female, old and young, are almost all Hogwarts graduates. This catastrophe befell the land of England. Apart from some survivors who were originally in England, there were even many wizards who spontaneously returned from abroad after the disaster.

Just like this gray-haired old wizard Aslan, he is the oldest and most experienced person among this large group of "returned alumni".

Even though...he was born in Hufflepuff with a low-key nature and a low reputation, only a few people have a little understanding of him at such a young age.

Not long after, this group of wizards who came all the way to Hogwarts started to restore the castle, and everyone got busy.

It wasn't until the sky in the east was slightly brightened, and there was a mess of horseshoes outside the ruins of the castle, that some people stopped what they were doing and looked outside the school gate one after another.

"A group of horsemen?"

"Well, it should be right."

"Maybe they were the ones who lived in the Forbidden Forest? Go outside and have a look first, and I'll inform the old jazz and them later."

Before the words fell, the wizard who spoke last turned his head and ran into the castle.

The "old jazz" he referred to was old Aslan. A long time ago, their family was also a big family with close ties to Muggles, and even won titles and fiefdoms.

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

"Horse man?"

The wizard who heard the report told the situation outside. Old Aslan, who was discussing the follow-up plan with several other wizards, paused for a while, then nodded and said:

"Okay, I see... You guys continue to study the protection measures of the castle here, and I will go out to meet those centaur."

Without knowing the actual reason at all, when they heard that there were horsemen coming, the wizards would immediately think of the astrology of the horsemen. And something like this kind of prophecy and divination has never been a good thing.

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

But soon, when Aslan walked out from the newly restored main entrance, what he saw was a strange scene of a centaur saluting and greeting several wizards who went up to him.

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

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the puzzled faces of the few wizards receiving the gift subconsciously stepped back half a step, it is clear that they are very puzzled by this.

"How is this going?"

Old Aslan also stepped forward in confusion and asked.

"Old Sir," one of the wizards said immediately when he saw him appear, "This Firenze said that they came here to see what happened because they noticed our arrival. Because...they have been Stay near the castle and take care of the ruins on behalf of Mr. McLean."