From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

"How about we call him Mark No. 1?" Xiwen said in a very wicked way.

"How could you name it like that? It has no characteristics at all!" Helena looked at him with disgust and said.

"Isn't it very characteristic?" Xiwen fell into self-doubt.

The name Mark does not have any special characteristics. It just means a model (Mark). But at least it is concise and clear, right? You can tell that it is a series of products at first glance, and this way can also urge yourself to continue to improve.

‘And it’s not my problem that it sounds ugly! You should ask a man named Tony Stark how he came up with such a name?’ Sivan secretly passed the blame.

Because she couldn't touch the little wizard Xiwen, Helena reached out and patted the ghost Xiwen and urged: "Hurry up, at least think of a name that people can remember!"

‘Isn’t the name Mark 1 difficult to remember...’ Xiwen thought to himself, but did not dare to say it out loud.

It can also be seen from the hasty way Xiwen named the kitten that he is really not very good at naming. However, with Helena watching eagerly next to him, he did not dare to deal with the matter casually, so he could only think hard and meditate.

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"How about combining the names of the two magics used for combination?" After thinking for a long time, Xiwen finally thought of a good way. "Combine the Rings adorr (Rings adorr) and the Protego armor (Protego).

Combining these two names, we can call it Raggatego!"

After hearing this, Helena thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and reluctantly approved the name.

Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief silently.

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Next, Xiwen spent two weeks in a fulfilling life of attending classes during the day, researching and improving the Lagoga Shield at night, doing homework on weekends, and occasionally going out to look for cats.

On Friday night of the second week, Ignatius knocked on the bedroom door.

"Xiwen, Professor Mellors asked me to tell you to come to the vice-principal's office on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." He said. "I didn't find you before the curfew, so I had to inform you after the curfew."

"Oh, I was practicing magic outside before." Xiwen explained apologetically to Ignatius, and then asked with some confusion: "Superior Prewett, do you know what Professor Melos wants to see me for?"

?"

"I don't know much about this either." Ignatius shook his head.

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, Prewett." Xiwen was a little confused, but he still thanked Ignatius for the news.

"It's just a small matter, no trouble." Ignatius waved his hand and said. "But it's almost the weekend, and you actually practiced magic outside and didn't come back until curfew."

"It's really rare for someone to be so diligent in the first grade!" He glanced at Xiwen appreciatively and then walked out of the dormitory.

"Xiwen, have you done something big again without telling us?" After Ignatius left, Abu asked curiously.

"What do you mean 'again'?" Xiwen's mouth twitched.

Then he accidentally glanced at the date and suddenly realized that tomorrow was the day for the trial of Professor Luo Lei and the three of them, and he had to attend the trial as a witness.

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At eight o'clock the next day, Xiwen knocked on the door of the vice principal's office on time.

Sandrine was already sitting on the sofa in the vice-principal's office, and she was chatting with Professor Mellors. Professor Mellors seemed to praise Xiwenduo, and Sandrine smiled very happily.

"Mr. Rosier came on time!" Professor Mellors smiled.

Sandrine also waved to Xiwen happily and said with a smile: "Vice Principal Melos was praising you just now! It is said that you are good at Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"So-so." Xiwen smiled casually and replied.

"This is not the time to be humble, Rosier." Professor Mellors pretended to have a serious face and said. "If the best student in the class is only so-so, does that mean that I, the professor, teach

Can not be done?"

"Uh, Professor, I didn't mean that!" Xiwen's expression froze and he said quickly.

"Okay, no more joking." Professor Mellors laughed and said kindly. "The trial will officially begin in a while. As witnesses, you must arrive at the court a little early."

"Armando specially applied for the internal passage of the Ministry of Magic for you, so you can go directly to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace in the office. Armando should have arrived first by now."

Sandrine said goodbye to Professor Mellors, then entered the fireplace in the Vice-Principal's office and headed to the Ministry of Magic.

Xiwen walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder beside the fireplace, and sprinkled a handful of powder into the fireplace. The flames in the furnace instantly turned into a temperatureless green.

Then Sivan walked into the flames and spoke loudly and clearly about his destination - "Ministry of Magic".

This time Xiwen had a better memory and held his breath in advance to prevent him from choking on the ashes.

Green flames suddenly enveloped him and fell down quickly. The scene in front of him had turned into a long, narrow and magnificent hall.

This hall spans so long that you can barely see the end to the left and right. The ground is a polished dark wooden floor, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a hall.

It's a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

There were many gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides. All wizards came to the Ministry of Magic from the fireplace on the side behind Sivan, but occasionally wizards were seen leaving from the fireplace on the opposite side.

So Xiwen speculated that the fireplaces on both sides were arranged for entry and exit functions, so as to avoid people entering and exiting at the same time and bumping into each other.

"Hey, little wizard, don't block the exit of the fireplace!" An old employee in formal clothes patted Xiwen on the shoulder and said.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Xiwen quickly moved out of the way and walked to Sandrine.

It is the rush hour for work, and the flow of people in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic is still quite large. The green flames in the fireplace are constantly flickering.

"There are a lot of people now, please keep close so you don't get lost." Sandrine grabbed Xiwen's hand and said to him. "We now have to go down two more floors to reach the trial room."

Xiwen looked at his hand being held stiffly, feeling very awkward. He thought that he was no longer a child, and he would feel ashamed when his mother held his hand. So he secretly wanted to

Pull your hand out.

However, Sandrine seemed to have discovered Xiwen's little thoughts and held his hand tightly without giving him a chance. Xiwen could only give up on himself and let her hold her.

‘It shouldn’t be a shame to be dragged along with this image,’ he thought to himself, deceiving himself.

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