The changes brought about by the magic world after it was revealed are all aspects. Today, Floating Island, as the largest wizard transportation hub and transit station, connects wizard settlements in major areas of the world, invisibly linking the entire magic world, greatly facilitating communication between wizards.

The cross-border mailing business on the floating island is also very prosperous. Any ambitious company will find a way to set up an office here to explain this phenomenon in a widely circulated saying: here, the world is within reach.

But there is another piece of advice that follows: Make sure you have obtained the pass document before crossing the flame, otherwise you will be kicked back, in addition to the footprints on your butt, there are tickets and summons waiting for you. But don't worry too much, the government agencies stationed on the floating island are specially set up to deal with such issues.

After running for a few years, at least you don’t have to worry about fighting because of language blockage.

A week before the World Cup opening ceremony, Neville received a letter from Harry. He was washing up on the sank bar. An owl quietly flew into the window on the second floor and landed on the sink shelf, which scared him.

"Hello, Hedwig." Neville said with bubbles all over his mouth, stretching out a hand.

Hedwig raised his feathers and jumped back two steps, avoiding the wet hand and raising the leg that tied the letter. Neville carefully opened the letter and quickly browsed it, his eyes gradually brightened.

A few minutes later, the two heads gathered together.

"It's time to go, we can set out with the other professors," Hannah said. "I'll write a reply to Harry," said Neville, who was excited to find paper and pens all over the room.

The two got married a few years ago. After Neville left the Ministry of Magic, she took over as Professor Sprout and became the school's herbal professor, while Hannah took over the Burning Cauldron Bar and became the owner's wife. The combination of the two made the students feel cool.

Two days later, it was light and people who woke up early in Diagon Alley found that the sign at the door of the Burnt Cauldron Bar had a sign that was "Opening business during the World Cup during the World Cup" and locked it. No one felt that it was a big fuss. This year's World Cup attracted too many people's attention, and even if they were not interested in Quidditch, they wanted to join in the fun. It is said that there were many new products available during the game.

Neville and Hannah came to Hogwarts through the Diagon Alley fireplace. It was summer vacation and there was not even a student. Professor McGonagall stood among a group of professors, wearing a feather hat and a slim dark green robe, and looked as elegant as Emilyn Vance next to him.

Pomona Sprout was waving at them, and Neville also waved his hand to respond. Professor Sprout was retired and lived in Hogmodry, but she often went back to school to visit the cute little girl she kept in a greenhouse. She gave him a lot of advice when Neville joined the company, especially teaching him how to deal with Professor Snape.

"We don't cause trouble, but... we use a lot of herbs to make potions."

This helped Neville a lot.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Neville and Hannah, "Are you the only two? Frank and Alice, and Hannah's parents?"

"They are already on the island," Neville said happily, "and sent us a stack of photos, Luna, Semo, and Dean were there. Grandma stayed at home, and she was not interested in Quidditch." Professor McGonagall sniffed.

"My parents can't get away with time," Hannah said, shaking her head.

"Well," said Professor McGonagall, and she glanced at the others, "Emilyn, Pomona, Sibil, all--oh, sorry, Philius, the number is just right. Our vice-chancellor was absent again as expected, but this time he could be forgiven a little, according to the Daily Prophet, he seemed to be trapped in the whirlpool of alternating power...I am deeply suspicious. Let's go."

"I don't know how Professor Bubaji is now." Neville whispered, and the professor also helped him a lot.

"She will be fine in heaven," Hannah whispered.

Neville nodded, and at this time Professor McGonagall passed by the two of them and frowned his eyebrows when he heard their conversation.

"Professor Bubaji was just invited to do research on the moon, and she will come back." She couldn't help but explain.

"Well, I really hope everything goes well with her." Hannah said sincerely.

"If it were me, it wouldn't be so sure," Trelawney interrupted. "I observed the astrological signs before I traveled. Judging from the angle between the moon and Mars, it is not suitable for traveling recently, and it is easy to encounter unexpected disasters."

"Thank you for your reminder, Sybil." Professor McGonagall said: "You have been to both places you mentioned, and I will ask you what he thinks." She led the way away.

"I never knew Professor Trelawney was interested in Quidditch," Hannah whispered.

"I don't know," Neville replied in a low voice, "but another divination professor at the school made it clear that he didn't like Quidditch, so..."

Trelawney, wearing six or seven veils on her head, suddenly turned her head, as if she heard the two of them whispers, and scared them to shut up quickly. Amylin smiled at them. The group appeared in Hogsmeade Square, and after the crowded crowd, she could see a temporary fireplace built here, which was in chaos.

"Don't squeeze! In order, the door key storage point is at the entrance of the three brooms..." An Auror with a little bald voiced to maintain order. In front of him, wizards jumped into the flames and disappeared in circles. It was soon Neville and the others' turn.

"Specified location, Pacific Ocean - thirty kilometers west of the floating island, Ingersoll Island -" Auror lowered his head and checked Professor McGonagall's tickets, shouted habitually, and then he saw the members of the team clearly. He was shocked, "Principal McGonagall? How many professors? You can apply to go directly to the island without a transfer."

"We are not in a hurry," said Professor McGonagall, "and you can see the scenery along the way."

"So, I wish you a happy journey," said the Auror.

The spiraling green flames led Neville through the furnace doors, followed by a monotonous dizziness, which was harder than using Floor powder in the past. He finally found that his legs had landed. He stood on a beach, the sea breeze blew on his face, the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, and the sound of footsteps and speech were everywhere around him. Neville looked around and was stunned for a moment: unlike the desolate island he imagined, there was a bikini beach in front of him.

There were at least thousands of parasols on the beach, some people were surfing in the sea, and paragliders and brooms soaring in the sky. A little girl walked past him, holding a purple flying carpet in her hand. On the flying carpet, a middle-aged man with a round belly dozing off.

"Wow, have we been in the wrong place?" Hannah asked, who had just arrived, and she almost fell down with one foot in the soft sand. Neville hurriedly held her.

"No." Neville said happily, pointing in one direction, the sky was clear on the sea, so he could clearly see the island hanging on the water in the distance. Hannah suddenly laughed, "It does look a bit like a crushed ice cream. What are the small dots next to it?"

"It's not bad to look closer," said Neville. "The little ones should be wizards riding brooms, maybe they're detecting the weather and guarding against sea storms; they might just be playing duel games. You know, they're riding on brooms and targeting shooting down, one-on-one, or melee, but only using specific spells. This sport was very popular in Aurors for a while, and I forgot whether Harry or Ron came up with the idea."

Hannah looked at Neville.

"Oh, I'm not very good at Quidditch," he said with some guilt. "Professor Sprout believes that it's better to always make sure you step on the ground as a professor of herbal medicine."

"I did say that," said Professor Sprout, who came out of the flames, emitting a breath of joy, her soft gray hair was raised high by the sea breeze. "Have you ever been to Classroom 7? I always feel like another I'm a little wild, but cool."

"I have communicated with everyone in it and have benefited a lot," said Emilyn Vance.

Several professors and Neville and Hannah stood on the beach, looking at the golden sand and endless blue waves. The floating island seemed to be slowly turning, and the sun shining on it, faintly reflecting the giant snake scales coiled around the foundation of the island.

Twenty feet away, two staff members waving small flags under the umbrella. When they walked into the umbrella range, they were surprised to find that it was much cooler under the umbrella.

"Special benefits," said a staff member. "Worrying that we suffer from 'phobia', there are tens of thousands of people here."

"There are so many people? They are all tourists?" Professor Flivi asked in surprise.

"Yes, there are always people who are worried that the floating island will fall, even though it has been floating on the sea for twelve years. Such people are wizards and muggles, so they would rather choose to come to the island to set up a tent overnight." Another staff member said, handing them a form and Neville wrote the names of everyone.

"What should I do with the opening ceremony? That's at night." Emilyn Vance asked curiously.

"Maybe I'm getting myself drunk," the registrant said humorously.

From him, Neville and the others knew that the passenger ships on the island came every hour, and there was almost half an hour of free time. They walked around nearby and met acquaintances along the way. They were Bill and Furong, both of whom were very cool. Bill was wearing a pair of beach pants and sunglasses, and silver earrings hung on his left ear, which happened to be paired with his wife's moonstone earrings. Furong was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, and the silver waterfall was draped behind her head, which was dazzlingly beautiful. Next to her was a young girl with a similar appearance.

"This is Gabrie, my sister." Furong said in a hoarse voice.

Neville and Bill exchanged glances and the two walked aside.

"You received the letter, too?" Neville asked.

"Received," Bill said cheerfully, "The island lacks manpower, we are happy to help, and the children can be handed over to Gabrie to take care of," he whispered, "Don't let her hear it, she thought she had given a great task."

Neville glanced over there, and they were having fun chatting. He heard Hannah pointing at an African witch and saying, "Lee Jordan chased her." Neville blinked in confusion and saw a tall dark-skinned girl. It took a few seconds before she could barely recall her identity - the fourth-grade player who represented Vagado in the championship, Nona Lebert.

"We are waiting for the rest of the family, and we will arrive almost today and tomorrow," Bill said. "Except for the two couples Ron and Percy, they both work in the ministry and need to cooperate with this large event. It is estimated that they will have to wait a day or two before the opening ceremony before the holiday. Having been staying for one night, the Fijian wizards came with their mascot, Dakuwaga, a distant relative of a mermaid who can turn into a shark. And dragons! Charlie would like it."

Half an hour later, Neville and Bill's family parted - "Sirius and I formed a band called "Furry Kids Group"!" - stepped onto the passenger ship to the floating island. The huge ship separated the waves, and the seagulls followed by. The people on the ship stood on the deck and talked and laughed, with expectations in their eyes, but as the ship approached the floating island, the voice became sparse, and everyone was touched by a silent force and completely lost their voice. On the sea, there was a seemingly

The upside down peaks, the huge shadows cast from a distance, covered the passenger ship. They glided in the shadows for a long distance, surrounded by the sound of quiet water, and finally came to the bottom of the island. Suddenly someone screamed, Neville raised his head, and an extremely huge snake head was facing them, and the rough scales extended upwards, forming a scene like a rocky forest. The snake mouth held a snake's tail, and its long body wrapped around the upside-down foundation of the island six or seven times, almost integrated with the island itself.

The boat stopped under the island. Everyone looked out on the railings, and something was flashing in the shadows in the distance.

Then they heard the sound of ropes and machines moving, and after a while, a glowing ground spread towards them, hanging steadily above the water, connecting to the boat ladder. The glowing thing also became clear, a lift, with a magic lamp hanging on the top of the lift.

The people on the boat stared at the lift size of the telephone booth in a daze.

"Line up! Get ready to get off the boat!" The crew shouted at this time, "The internal space of the elevator is limited, and it carries 100 people at a time. Please do not crowd."

He was stunned for a few seconds in the air, and a man shouted: "This is magic!"

"That's right, it's indeed magic." The crew member said quietly.
Chapter completed!