The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

A huge mobile island, speeding across the North Sea.

If you get closer, you can find that... this is actually not an island, but a whale with a huge head. Where the whale swims, waves are set off one after another.

An oil tanker in the North Sea seemed to pass by a whale; the waves raised by the whale even splashed onto the deck of the oil tanker.

But the sailors on the deck were completely unaware that they hadn't even noticed that a huge creature had just been within a hundred yards of them.

Also, there is a boy lying on the back of the whale basking in the sun.

Jon Hart carefully looked at the small box in his hand.

Its shape is a regular octahedron, and the whole body exudes silver light; it is so light and messy in texture that Jon doubts that it can be poked open with a single dagger.

The eight sides are all sealed, and there are no hints on them, such as "I opened it at XX".

Jon cast a few spells on it, but to no avail, and he gave up, throwing the silver box into his pocket.

At worst, go back to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore.

Getting up again, Jon began to observe the surrounding scenery.

The endless ocean, in fact, there is nothing to see.

Leviathan is the means of transportation for Durmstrang students to and from campus, which is equivalent to Hogwarts express train; of course, on official visits, they will use the ghost ship, after all, a large whale may scare people.

Jon was still very curious about traveling on a giant whale; so when Professor Vance asked him if he would take Leviathan to France, he agreed without hesitation.

It's a pity that this trip was quite interesting at the beginning, but as time went on, the monotonous scenery made it boring.

Fortunately, Leviathan swam very smoothly, and Jon didn't suffer from seasickness or fishsickness...

...

After several hours of drifting at sea, the distant continent became more and more clear.

Jon quickly packed all the things on Leviathan's back, and then...

Suddenly, he felt the huge whale being thrown by him, and Jon was thrown into the sea by the whale's tail.

Caught off guard, Jon thumped a few times and drank several mouthfuls of salty sea water.

Fortunately, the sea water was buoyant, so he struggled to get his head out of the water, used a head-foaming spell... and then swam clumsily to the shore.

I found a place where there were no people and landed, looked at the soaked clothes on my body, and looked at the little black spot on the sea level.

"Won't this stupid fish give us a little more time?" Jon said helplessly.

But it was understandable, after all, Leviathan was so big, if he swam a little farther to the shore, he might be stranded on the shore; this old fish spirit who lived for thousands of years would definitely not make such a mistake.

"Then won't it give some hints?" Jon looked at the sea water and looked at himself in a mess.

If the French see this appearance, they will definitely think that they are smuggled here.

No, I seem to have really sneaked here...

After cleaning the clothes with a cleaning spell, Jon found some travelers on the beach and asked where they were.

Jon speaks fluent French, and those French people answered his questions enthusiastically; on the contrary, if he used English, the other party might roll his eyes and leave immediately.

His current location is the port of Dunkirk in northern France.

And Beauxbaton is located in the Pyrenees...there is in the south of France, at the border between France and Spain.

Jon first went to Lille from Dunkirk, where he exchanged francs and rested overnight.

The next day, he took a train to Pau, the capital of the Pyrenees province in southern France.

The birthplace of the Bourbon Dynasty, the summer resort city in French history, is also the place to go to the Beauxbaton School of Magic.

...

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Jon Hart arrived at his destination.

A seemingly ordinary horse farm, several people dressed as horsemen are busy inside.

At the same time, horses of various colors were running on the grass... everything was normal.

Jon walked in while looking around curiously.

When he walked to a tent, a hand suddenly stretched out from the tent and pulled him in.

It was a witch in silk robes who pulled Jon into the tent.

"Student?" She asked a little harshly.

"Yes, I'm a freshman..." Jon quickly took out the letter he got in Durmstrang the day before from his pocket, and handed it to the stern witch.

The witch read the letter once, and the expression on her face softened.

"A transfer student from Durmstrang?" The witch said softly, "Is it the report in advance, right? Come with me!"

The witch took out her wand, and tapped three times on a flying horse-shaped pattern at the entrance of the tent.

Then she walked out.

Jon followed the witch and walked out of the tent again.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed... It was also a horse farm, but the horses were no longer the ordinary horses I had seen before, but Pegasus with gold, silver mane, and fiery red eyes.

Beauxbaton's rune horse, the one that pulled the carriage to Hogwarts before, is also this kind of Pegasus.

However, the size of those flying horses is much larger than the ones here.

The witch led Jon to a rune horse and untied it.

"Ever ridden on a broomstick?" she asked softly.

Jon nodded.

"It's the same as riding a broomstick!" The witch signaled Jon to climb up: "It will take you to Beauxbatons!"

Jon froze for a moment before climbing into the saddle.

"If you are afraid, hug its neck." The witch reminded.

Before Jon could answer, the rune horse took off with a jerk.

...

Now, on Pegasus' back, Jon rose into the sky.

The horse farm below is getting smaller and smaller until it is the size of a matchbox.

Jon hugged the rune horse's neck tightly, not daring to move.

Pegasus crossed mountain after mountain... Riding on it was almost like riding a hippogriff, much more comfortable than riding a broomstick.

The rolling hills inlaid in the sky, reflecting the gleaming golden light under the setting sun, look extraordinarily magnificent, like a beautiful oil painting.

In the distance, something is getting closer.

is a mountain.

To be precise, it is a mountain that presents an inverted triangle and hangs upside down in the sky.

Among the mountains, the beautiful French castle is on that "mountain", which is extremely dazzling.

Yes, Beauxbatons, it was built on a floating city among the peaks in the Pyrenees.