St. Martins is not a desert island. There are fields, farms, and two small villages. But in general, there have never been many households on this small island, so that except for the vicinity of two small towns, nearly one-third of the rest is wasteland.
Today, it rained heavily on the island again.
Why do we say "again"? In fact, it may be because nearly the entire land of Britain not far away is shrouded in lead clouds. Those clouds are special and cannot accumulate water vapor, so all the water vapor accumulates in the surrounding sea areas.
It has been raining on the island from time to time recently. This may be the reason, and it really makes the residents of the island feel a little upset.
However, there is nothing we can do about it. The recent rainfall has made the roads in the countryside extremely muddy. Most of the few islanders can only stay at home, and they can only complain to their families.
These Muggle islanders don't even know the actual situation outside, because the ship that used to come once a week has stopped long ago. That is to say, on satellite TV that uses a "cauldron" to receive signals, you can occasionally see some French news that has been filtered by controls. As for the British TV that you usually watch... you can no longer receive it at all.
Obviously, St. Martins is indeed not a desert island, but now, it has become an isolated island forgotten by many people.
But it must be said that even if it was just an accident or coincidence, even if it was not the other party's intention, this island was finally noticed by some people.
It was still raining today, but in the misty rain curtain, a group of figures of different heights, short, fat and thin appeared. These visitors who arrived in the rain did not bother anyone on the island, but quietly did some strange work in the large open space on the east side of the island.
If someone could fly into the air and look down, they would be able to see these hurried figures digging soil silently and regularly on the wasteland. They dig the soil without shovels. They can easily lift up large chunks of soil and turf by waving small sticks in their hands.
In about half a day's work, these people had dug out many shallow pits despite the increasing rain. The overall appearance was a circle composed of pits.
But after setting up an awning and eating something to fill their bellies, the group started digging trenches again.
The shallow ditches look like canals for water diversion, but in fact they seem to be too shallow and narrow to be used as canals.
These shallow ditches connected the previously dug shallow pits one by one, and under the continuous rain, they actually formed dotted small pools. If the accumulation was clear water, this picture would probably be very beautiful.
It's a pity that there is more mud than water in the pool. Looking at it, it looks turbid, but it looks even more muddy and ugly.
However, these people who dug holes and furrows obviously never considered the ornamental value. There was no such indicator in their tasks. Most of the day passed, and many pits were dug, and shallow trenches connected them one by one.
The work they were responsible for seemed to be completed, so soon, most of these people disappeared out of thin air one after another, leaving only a few to guard the surroundings.
The Muggle-Repelling Curse still works, and with the constant rain, no one will come to wander in this wasteland.
And after waiting for more than ten minutes, a second group of people actually appeared in the rain, and as soon as they arrived, they got busy without saying a word.
This second wave of people all came with something. It seemed that they brought pieces of stone slabs. These stone slabs, some large and small, were all discharged into shallow pits that had been dug in advance according to the rules of small inside and large outside.
It's just that they dug a lot of holes, but they didn't bring that many stone slabs. After placing the stone slabs, they disappeared without a sound and went to bring more stone slabs from unknown places to arrange them. The progress was not very fast.
It wasn't until noon on the second day that the pits were finally filled with stone slabs - the mission of the second group of people seemed to be completed.
So, they once again left only a few people to guard the site, and everyone else disappeared and left the island. After half an hour of silence, the first group of people returned.
After these people poured something into each ditch, they began to fill the pits and ditches again.
Needless to say, filling in soil is much easier and more convenient than digging holes and trenches one by one. After the wasteland was refilled with the soil dug out at the beginning... Finally, everyone disappeared.
In this day and a half and almost a whole night's work, the two groups of people took turns to complete these things mysteriously and strangely. The rain is still falling, but this wasteland that has just been bustling has finally returned to calm.
Unfortunately, in the past few days, it is difficult for this area to truly restore the tranquility it deserves—that is, just after more than an hour of tranquility, the third group of people from unknown origins came again.
However, it is worth mentioning that there are only three people in this third wave of people. Among the two figures, one is slightly taller and the other is slightly shorter. Looking at the figures through the rain curtain, they seem to be girls. There was another person who was male. Although he was holding a small wooden stick in his hand, he was holding a shining silver sword upside down in his other hand.
And as long as you observe more, it is not difficult to find that the slightly shorter girl among them seems to be the leader of the three.
"Anyway, let's compact it first!"
The girl with messy hair looked around, subconsciously stepped on the ground hard, and then said this.
The sound of voices became very inconspicuous amidst the sound of rain filling the surrounding area and the sound of waves on the surrounding sea. But as soon as she finished saying this, she raised the wooden stick in her hand and waved it quickly.
The next moment, several cards flew out from her pocket, and inexplicable invisible forces began to envelope the wasteland where pits were dug and then filled again. Wherever he passed, the ground sunk slightly and the dust was still. Even the rain seemed to be pulled by some force and fell much faster.
Not long after, all the loose soil on this wasteland was compacted. Just because of the rain, the ground was still extremely muddy, and even my shoes would be stuck and sticky if I took even two steps.
After doing this, the three figures began to be busy with other things. Occasionally they would whisper a few words to each other, but they were basically busy most of the time.
Until the early morning of the third day, it rained for two consecutive days and nights, and finally stopped.