Harry Potter and Master of Magic

Halloween is coming, which is a very important festival in the West.

Students are looking forward to this festival, because such a festival is sure to have a grand banquet.

If nothing else, the delicious food alone is enough to attract attention!

But Zhang Hao didn't have much interest in these, he only saw the yellowed parchment diary.

After returning from the cabin in the woods, he often went to the library to look up the name Edson.

Finally yesterday, he found Ederson's information in the book "Hogwarts Headmasters".

Ederson, whose full name is Edson Zackenderberg, lived in the fifteenth century and was one of the headmistresses of Hogwarts. She was also a social historian, mainly studying Muggle society, and died in 1503.

There are only so many records in the book. Compared with other principals, this word is simply pitiful.

Maybe Ederson's portrait is still hanging in the principal's room, and if you want to know more about her, you can talk to her portrait.

It's just that Zhang Hao has no reason to go to the principal's office. He can only learn about Ederson through his diary.

Those ancient English languages ​​are troublesome, but they don't seem to be difficult to decipher if you pay attention.

Zhang Hao turned to the sixth page, took out the pen and paper as usual, and associated vocabulary while reading.

September 8, 1476

bright sun

I was discovered by those hypocritical knights again

They are dressed in priestly garments

With the magic created by Merlin

They cut butcher knives to their fellows

fool mortals with our blood

witch, sorcerer

as long as they find

It is impossible to escape their pursuit

I don't know how long it will last

but i believe

This catastrophe will one day be over

...

The above is basically the record, and Ederson seems to be being hunted. She hides in the east, and she won't have a happy birthday for a few days.

"I didn't expect this headmistress to go through such hardships!"

Based on the history of magic, Zhang Hao speculated that Ederson seemed to have been hunted down by the Crusaders.

In the Crusaders, there were some wizards with hypocritical masks, who seemed to be called priests.

In the Middle Ages of Europe, Muggles slaughtered wizards, and this history was like a joke.

But Ederson's diary gave Zhang Hao a new understanding of the war between wizards and Muggles.

Not to mention the Middle Ages, it is not easy for Muggles to slaughter wizards even now.

Despite the increasing development of Muggle technology and more and more advanced weapons, these weapons are still not qualified to deal with wizards.

Because no matter how advanced a weapon is, it's still Muggles who use it.

With a set of Apparition, Illusory Body Charm, and Imperius Curse, it is not certain who those advanced weapons are fired at.

Therefore, Muggles and wizards can't have any advantage at all.

It is even more difficult to slaughter wizards with the cold weapons of the Middle Ages alone.

But the facts cannot be questioned, the wizard really fell completely at a certain period of time.

The most reasonable explanation for this result is the presence of traitors among wizards.

Of course, the possibility that magic was backward at that time could not be ruled out.

As technology advances, so does magic.

It is really hard to say who is higher and who is lower.

However, judging from the records in Edson's diary, the reason why the wizards fell behind in the war seems to be the more influence caused by the traitors.

Zhang Hao closed the diary and put it in the pocket of the wizard's robe.

This wizard's robe was cast by him with a traceless stretch spell, and there was enough space in the pocket to hold an elephant.

The dinner was about to start, he sorted out his clothes and walked towards the auditorium.

I met Daphne on the way, she was with Hermione and Pansy.

They often listen to Zhang Hao tell stories together. Although they get along well, it is the first time they have walked together like this.

"Hao! Why are you here?" Daphne was still very happy to see Zhang Hao, she laughed and said, "We are going to summon the pen fairy, do you want to be together?"

"Summoning the pen fairy at this time?" Zhang Hao was a little puzzled. He asked inexplicably: "Should the summoning pen fairy be at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?"

"Daphne is too timid!" Hermione whispered, "She's afraid that the ghost she summons will be too fierce!"

"Hermione! How could you tell him?" Daphne said embarrassedly, "This is our secret, you shouldn't tell anyone!"

Hermione stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, her usual serious face disappeared.

Zhang Hao said puzzledly: "Hermione, when did you become interested in the pen fairy? Don't you like playing games?"

"Oh! I think you misunderstood, Hao." Hermione explained, "I just want to know if the ritual of summoning the Pen Fairy can really summon ghosts. After all, the cause of the ghosts has always been a mystery. Perhaps the mystery can be solved by summoning the Pen Fairy. question."

Uh! Hermione is still the same Hermione, she just treats Summoning Pen Fairy as a subject to study.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you," Zhang Hao said with a smile: "Summoning the pen fairy is just a Muggle game, and this game may not be able to summon ghosts."

"It's nothing to try, what if it works?" Hermione shrugged.

"Did I say you've talked enough?" Pansy on the side was already impatient, and she said with a sullen face, "If you don't leave, you won't have a chance to have dinner!"

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other and said in unison, "Let's go, see you later!"

After saying this, the three little girls happily ran to the basement classroom.

Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly, and could only walk to the auditorium alone.

At this time, the auditorium was already filled with various decorations, such as jack-o-lanterns floating in the air, ribbons everywhere, and empty tableware.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceilings, and a thousand bats hovered over the dining table like low dark clouds, and the air they drove made the candle flames in the jack-o-lanterns keep flickering.

Dumbledore made a routine speech, and then a variety of delicious dishes appeared on the plate.

At this time, all the students had smiles on their faces.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but sigh that food is indeed the most convincing thing in the world.

Halfway through the banquet, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium, his big scarf on his head, his face full of horror.

Zhang Hao stared at Quirrell and sneered, and sneered in his heart: "This play is so real!"

At this moment, everyone was staring at Quirrell, but no one cared about Zhang Hao's gaze.

Quirrell walked over to Dumbledore's chair, leaned against the table, panting, "The troll—in the basement—I thought you should know."

After he finished speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

The auditorium suddenly became a mess, and the students who had not passed through the storm shouted, panicking like lambs disturbed by wolves.

Dumbledore's face was sinking like water, he put his wand to his throat, and shouted: "Quiet!"

The auditorium was silent, and he continued: "Prefect, immediately lead the students from various colleges to the dormitory."