Nowadays, many people from the outside world have set their sights on Britain shrouded in fog... Well, to be more precise, it has fallen on Weymouth, a port city at the southernmost tip of the UK, separated from France by only the English Channel. Sri Lanka.
Therefore, no one has actually noticed that on the night when the zombies attacked the port, Hogwarts Castle, which was damaged by the falling meteorite, finally welcomed another group of "guests".
Oh no, maybe it would be more appropriate to call them "former family".
"Merlin... oh, how could Hogwarts... how could it be like this?"
A rather old wizard, leaning on a cane, took the lead and stood on the broken bridge in front of the castle. Looking at the damaged and devastated castle in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh sadly.
Because Hogwarts is located on the mountains in the north, the terrain is very high and far away from the south where the zombies are born, so there is not much fog. And even though it was still night when they first arrived, they could still see some of the castle through the deep night.
It's a pity that they obviously don't want to see this sad and miserable scene at the moment.
"It must be Haierbo!" A middle-aged witch diagonally behind the old wizard also sighed, "Apart from him, who else would come to destroy the school? In other words, who else could possess it? Destroy the power here?"
"Alas," the old wizard shook his head, "Helpo... It seems that the hatred between us and him has greatly increased today."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the wand in his hand and gently waved his fingers towards the broken part of the bridge. The next moment, a large number of stone fragments were smashed and sank to the bottom of the river below. They immediately flew out of the water again and were put back together piece by piece as they were originally.
Not long after, the bridge in front of the fort, which had been broken by fragments of the meteorite, was repaired.
Obviously, to restore such a large bridge by one person requires not only excellent repair spell casting skills, but also a large amount of magic power. After the old wizard finished casting the spell, someone behind him couldn't help but praise him.
However, the old wizard just shook his head.
"What I can repair is just a surface," he said. "You have all been students who graduated from Hogwarts. You should know that this castle has retained a large number of protective spells since ancient times, and there are even some... There are some magics that only ancient wizards can do... I think it is impossible to really restore Hogwarts to its original state."
"Aslan, you said... what if it's that McClain?" The witch beside him couldn't help but ask after hearing what he said.
"Mr. McLean?" The old wizard named Aslan heard this and thought for a while, "I don't know, after all, I haven't really seen him... When he was in the United States, I I had a chance to meet him, but unfortunately I had other important matters at the time and missed that opportunity."
Since he has lived in the United States all year round, Aslan speaks with a strong American accent, but he is actually a British wizard through and through. Calculating age, he was only a few years younger than Dumbledore, and the two seemed to have been classmates for a few years.
Of course, these are all things of the past to him. If he doesn’t tell them, obviously not many people know about them.
"Let's go over and have a look!" Old Aslan paused with his crutches and walked forward along the newly repaired road. "Even if it's just a 'surface', let's try to repair it as much as possible first! No matter what, , these are the schools that once trained us!”
Yes, these wizards, both male and female, old and young, are almost all past graduates of Hogwarts. This disaster hit the UK. In addition to some survivors who were originally in the UK, many of them were wizards who spontaneously returned from abroad after the disaster.
For example, the gray-haired old wizard Aslan is the oldest and most senior among this large number of "returnee alumni".
Even though... He was born in Hufflepuff and had a low-key nature and a low reputation. After living for such a long time, only a few people knew a little about him.
Soon, the group of wizards who had come all the way to Hogwarts began to work on repairing the castle, and everyone became busy.
It wasn't until the sky in the east was slightly brightened and a messy sound of horse hooves came from outside the ruins of the castle that some people stopped what they were doing and looked outside the school gate one after another.
"A group of centaurs?"
"Well, that should be right."
"Maybe they were the ones who originally lived in the Forbidden Forest? You go outside first and take a look. I'll go back and inform the old knight and the others."
Before he finished speaking, the wizard who spoke last immediately turned around and ran towards the interior of the castle.
The "old knight" he refers to is old Aslan. A long time ago, their family was also a large family that had close relations with Muggles, and even received titles and fiefs.
Of course, no one knows why he prefers others to call him this. After all, he just inherited this Muggle title which has no meaning in the modern British wizarding world.
"Centaurs?"
The wizard who heard the report told about the situation outside. Old Aslan, who was discussing follow-up plans with several other wizards, paused for a moment, then nodded and said:
"Okay, I understand... You continue to study the castle's protective measures here, and I will go out to meet those centaurs."
Without knowing the actual reason, when wizards hear that horse people are coming, what they immediately think of is the astrology of the centaurs. And things like this kind of prophecy and divination have never done anything good.
So to be honest, everyone is a little bit uneasy.
But soon, when Aslan walked out of the newly restored main entrance, he saw a strange scene of a centaur saluting and greeting several wizards who came up to him.
In the magical world, many wizards know that centaurs don't have much of a good impression of wizards, let alone letting them salute respectfully.
If nothing else, just by looking at the confused expressions on the faces of the wizards who were receiving the ceremony, it was clear that they were very puzzled by this.
"How is this going?"
Old Aslan also stepped forward in confusion and asked.
"Old Sir," one of the wizards said immediately when he saw him appearing, "This Firenze said that they came to see what happened because they sensed our arrival. Because... they He has been staying near the castle all day long, taking care of the ruins for Mr. MacLean."