Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

"White board."

"Bang!"

"No way! You can use the whiteboard too!? Can't you just let me take a card too?"

Huang Quan rolled his eyes at Bell and was too lazy to talk to him.

There is no personal relationship at all in the poker game, she is just such a ruthless card-playing machine.

"No more fun! It's not fun at all!"

After Huang Quan played another trick, Bell pushed the mahjong tiles in front of him and lay on the ground rolling around in boredom.

After playing the crappy game for 20 minutes, he didn’t win a single game. This doesn’t conform to probability at all!

Seeing that Bell stopped playing, the other three put away their mahjong and looked at Hermione, who was still holding a tome and giving a speech not far away.

(Bell: 'So that's why I accidentally left my speech at home.')

"Master, how long are you going to keep talking, young lady?"

Jennifer raised her head and glanced at the sun in the sky. She always felt that something was not right about today's incident.

"It's almost done, don't let her say anything anymore."

After lying down in a daze for a while, Bell got up and walked towards Hermione without caring about the grass clippings on his body.

What he didn't tell Jennifer was that the speech Hermione had prepared for him was based on a one-hour speech.

"Chapter 6 of the "Dalaran Code" states that wizards and other magical creatures must obtain corresponding licenses before they can use space spells such as apparation to move in the city.

The reason for establishing this provision is mainly to consider..."

"Okay, okay, Hermione, it's ready."

"But, I still have 3 chapters to finish."

Hermione looked dissatisfied at Bell who interrupted her.

"If I haven't finished, let's wait for people to come to [Dalaran] and give a brief introduction. It's getting late now, and I think everyone's cervical vertebrae are reaching their limit, so it's almost time to wrap up."

As Bell spoke, he winked at Huang Quan, signaling him to stop watching the fun and come over quickly to help.

After Hermione left the room without any satisfaction, Bell looked at the camera again.

"The thing is, it's just such a thing. I think everyone should already have a basic understanding of it.

It doesn't matter if you don't have it. In fact, I don't know much about the contents of that code.

Ahem...

After that, wait until..."

‘Buzz——!’

Suddenly, a violent buzzing sound came from the sky, interrupting Bell's speech that had just begun.

Looking up into the distance unhappily, Bell wanted to see who was so disrespectful that he would jump out to disturb him in the last few minutes of the 'opening ceremony'.

At the end of the line of sight, three small black dots were quickly approaching. As the camera switched, everyone could see that they were three fighter jets flying towards the floating island.

"Where did the plane come from? Jennifer, why didn't you receive the intelligence?"

Bell looked at his right-hand man. He didn't seem like someone who would make such a big mistake.

"Master, you previously ordered that all communications coming in from the outside world will be ignored."

Jennifer reminded softly.

"...Oh, yes, that seems to be the case."

Bell remembered that his personal terminal was almost destroyed before because his father had dialed it.

Bell could think with his big toe that his father had something to do with him, so he decisively ignored his father's call request. Even later, when he got annoyed, he simply turned off his personal terminal and threw it into his space pocket, and also ordered

Other people on the floating island are also not allowed to answer any calls from the outside world.

"Hurry up and find out who owns these planes."

Anyway, it has been on the scene for dozens of minutes. Now, Bell feels that his father has almost given up and they can resume contact with the outside world.

"Yes, Master."

Jennifer took the order and left.

Facts have proved that the magic satellite monitoring system developed and constructed by the Menethil family over the years is still very effective. Soon, the relevant personnel in charge determined the aircraft based on the style, painting, and direction of flight.

The military base where three fighter jets belong.

"I knew it must be them!"

After listening to Jennifer's report, Bell said that everything was as he expected.

"Master, what should we do?"

Jennifer looked eagerly at the fighter jet that was flying straight towards it. At this distance, her magic spell should be able to shoot it down instantly.

"Don't worry about them. They flew all the way here, so giving them a special seat is a proper gift."

As a hospitable person, even if the other party comes without warning, Bell will still welcome him and show his hospitality.

With a wave of his hand, Bell drove a burst of magic into the ground. The magic quickly followed the underground magic passage to the magic core of [Dalaran], activating its soundproofing function.

When the three fighter jets flew closer, the noise they produced was so harsh that Bell was unable to continue his speech.

After the sound transmission inside and outside the floating island was completely cut off, Bell stopped paying attention to the fighter jets flying above his head, looked at the camera in front of him again, and continued his interrupted speech.

"By the way, what did I just say...

Oh, by the way, after that, wait until..."

‘Boom~!’

‘Boom~!’

Bell stared blankly at the two sparks that suddenly bloomed above his head, and couldn't help but sigh.

‘Do people nowadays work so hard just to get a chance to win!?’

"Da, everyone has seen it! Yes, they bumped into it themselves. It has nothing to do with me! We can't unjustly accuse good people!"

At this moment, Bell shouted in his heart that he was lucky.

Fortunately, he started the live broadcast, otherwise this would really be like mud falling from the crotch, not shit, but shit.

…

…

Time goes back a few minutes.

"Stinger One is calling headquarters. We are close to the target. Please give us instructions."

After approaching within 10 kilometers of the floating island, the three pilots of the Sting Team could clearly see the huge size of the floating island.

Compared with watching through an aerial projection, witnessing a huge island floating in mid-air is obviously more spiritually shocking.

Not only were the three pilots amazed, but everyone in the base who watched all this through the shared screen of the fighter jets also let out exclamations one after another.

"Oh, God, what kind of black technology is this!?"

In fact, compared with the violently shaking and blurry images on the display screen, the projection in the sky is clearer and more spectacular. However, because the projection in the sky is beyond the cognition of ordinary people, it always gives people a sense of unreality.

Correspondingly, the images shared by the fighter jets are absolutely real and cannot be faked.

It was not until this moment that the senior officials in this military base truly believed that the floating islands projected in the sky were real and not some unknown deception.