The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

It's as clear as looking in a mirror.

Noah also noticed that the entrances to the countless shops were not just on the ground, but were layered on top of each other at different heights, so that wizards could only reach them by riding brooms.

"Follow me! Don't fall behind!"

Following Professor Kent out of the teleportation array, they officially stepped into the bustling square.

The wizards who had been passing by looked at this incongruous little group and smiled knowingly.

"Oh, we must look like country bumpkins who've never seen the world," Noah thought to himself.

Led by Professor Kent, they arrived at the fountain in the center of the square.

This is a fountain covering a huge area, with a very tall sculpture standing in the center.

The sculpture is not of a person, but a very slender tower.

Upon closer inspection, each level of this tower sculpture seems to incorporate different architectural styles from all over the world, yet they are combined in perfect harmony.

Have you all heard the story of the Tower of Babel?

Jacob asked the few new students gathered around him.

The freshmen nodded in unison; of course, they had all heard this well-known story.

"This sculpture was built to commemorate the contributions of the Tower of Babel to the wizarding world."

Jacob told them.

“In the past, wizards did not have their own world. They were scattered all over the world, living out of the sight of Muggles.”

"One night in 1995, several Hogwarts students formed an organization called 'Tower of Babel,' dedicated to uniting all wizards and creating a world that belonged only to magic."

"Later, they continued to grow and absorb more like-minded members from all over the world."

"Ultimately, they used the Avalon Secret Realm left behind a thousand years ago as a foundation to create this magical alternate dimension."

"By now, the ideals of the 'Tower of Babel' organization have been largely achieved."

"Avalon?"

Noah's heart was pounding.

He couldn't help but raise his hand. "Professor, did Avalon, King Arthur, and Merlin also really exist?"

“Of course,” Jacob said with a smile. “King Arthur and Merlin were real people who existed more than a thousand years ago.”

He lowered his voice at this point, "I've heard that Merlin is still alive."

At this point, the other children couldn't help but start chattering and asking questions as well.

Where is he?

Will we be able to see Merlin?

"Did he teach us magic?"

“It’s a pity I’ve never met Merlin either,” Jacob shrugged. “But such legends circulate in the wizarding world…”

He paused here.

The freshmen stared at him with wide eyes, full of anticipation.

Jacob continued, “It is said that Merlin appears in the dreams of the children he has chosen and speaks with them.”

He looked at these newcomers from the Muggle world with great anticipation.

"If any of you are good enough, perhaps you can win Merlin's favor."

Noah's heart began to race again.

At that moment, he felt that he would be the one chosen by Merlin.

"All right."

Jacob looked at the expectant eyes and clapped his hands.

"Now I will take you to the bank to exchange for wizard currency, and then buy the books and equipment you need to go to school."

After saying that, he led the small team to the other side of the square.

After they left, several figures walked over from the other side of the fountain.

"That Jacob kid is just playing around with those freshmen again."

Eddie twitched his mustache as he spoke.

Now the leading media mogul in the magical world, he is middle-aged and much heavier than he was in his youth.

“Maybe it’s true,” Scott said with a smile.

After all, even he couldn't fathom Merlin's "nightmare" thoughts.

"Come on," Roger patted Scott on the shoulder. "This story has fooled far too many children in the wizarding world, but apart from you and Savannah, no one has ever actually seen Merlin."

Roger now also sports a full beard, but he looks much more robust than Eddie.

Today, he is the owner of a Quidditch club.

"It's a good thing to let them come to the magical world with beautiful dreams."

Milton watched gently as the group of children followed Jacob away.

Even now, he still has long hair and dresses impeccably; no one who sees him would doubt that he is a great artist.

Four middle-aged men sat idly by the fountain, watching people come and go, chatting casually.

Although each of them was a figure who would cause a sensation upon their appearance, at this moment they were just like any ordinary male wizard in the magical world, and none of the wizards around them paid any attention to them.

At this point, Noah had already exchanged Galleons with Professor Kent for the goblins and was walking down the street with his parents.

Every shop around him caught his eye, but because his parents wouldn't allow it, he could only obediently shop according to the list on his acceptance letter.

He bought books, robes, potion ingredients and tools, and finally couldn't wait to meet up with the others. Led by Professor Kent, they headed to the wand shop.

"We're going to Old Diagon Alley now."

Professor Kent told them as he walked.

“That used to be the most famous magical commercial center in Britain. When we built the new Diagon Alley in the magical world, we replicated that old street.”

"Other famous shops have opened stores on New Street, but old Ollivander, the wand maker, has never moved."

They walked through several streets and arrived at a bar that looked rather old.

"This is the Break the Cauldron Bar."

Jacob pushed open the bar door.

“This pub used to be located in London, and people could only get to Diagon Alley through it. We’ve kept that fun.”

Good morning, Jacob.

Inside the bar, the blonde proprietress standing behind the bar greeted everyone loudly.

Good afternoon, Hannah.

Jacob led a group of people through the noisy crowd in the bar to the backyard.

He took out his wand and tapped the wall, which then moved on its own, revealing the scene behind it.

Side Story 006. Noah's Fantastic Journey (Part 2)

“This looks more like a wizard’s place,” Noah whispered.

The street before him undoubtedly fulfilled some of his fantasies about magical stories.

Unlike the spacious and bright new urban area outside, this street looks narrow and dark, and all the buildings look like blocks haphazardly piled up by a clumsy child, crooked and crooked.

Even the brightly colored, lively three-story building in front of them, which belonged to the "Weasley Joke Shop," seemed somewhat eerie in this environment.

In this environment, the new students and their Muggle parents visibly became reserved.

"Please don't worry."

Jacob turned around and smiled gently.

"There is no danger here."

As he spoke, he led the group deeper into the street.

Along the way, Noah saw many old and familiar signs, all of which were shops they had visited in the new town.

For example, Flourish and Blotts, Partridge Cauldrons, Lady Malkin's Robes Shop, Eeyore Owl Shop, Gringotts Wizarding Bank...

Finally, they walked to the end of the street and saw the sign for Ollivanders Wand Shop.

This is a very dilapidated little shop. Above the door, the faded inscription reads "[Founded in 382 BC]", silently telling its ancient history.

Through the dimly lit glass windows, they could only see the dark and crowded scene inside the shop.

Jacob pushed open the shop door and turned to the crowd, saying, "Line up. Each family will come in at a time. The rest of you should wait in place until the person who came in has bought their wand. Don't wander around."

Upon hearing this, Noah's father, Tarquin, immediately used his strong physique to take the lead in the group, pulling his wife and son along as they followed Jacob into the shop.

Then, the shop door closed.

"Mr. Ollivander."

Jacob called out, but the shop remained quiet.

Noah looked curiously at the crowded counters in the shop and the long, rectangular boxes piled up inside them.

"Mr. Ollivander!"

Jacob raised his voice and shouted, and immediately the sound of something falling to the ground came from inside the shop.

"Don't be so loud."

An elderly man with a hunched back slowly emerged from the darkness behind the cabinet, muttering discontentedly.

He looked incredibly old, walked unsteadily, his face was covered in wrinkles and age spots, and his eyelids drooped long.

"It's so good to see you're still alive."

Noah heard Professor Kent say this so bluntly.