The elevator opened in the center of the floating island, and people came out one after another. Ron laughed loudly: "Floating island, I'm back again." Behind him followed a short-haired witch, holding a red-haired girl by the hand.

"Don't make trouble," Collins hit Ron, and she looked around and asked: "Should we meet up with our families first?"

"It's okay," Ron rubbed his shoulders and whispered, picking up the red-haired girl, "Percy won't be here until the afternoon, let's go around first, and then go to the hotel. I heard that many old friends live there, and there will be a party in the evening."

The three stood on the busy street, watching the passers-by.

"It's a pity that little Hugo can't come, but one is enough." Ron said happily: "Take a few more photos and tell him when we go back."

"Didn't you say it might be dangerous?" Collins said unhappily: "That's why I left it to my mother to take care of."

"That's what I said, but it's not us who are in danger." Ron straightened his chest, "You can go anywhere you want, don't forget my nickname."

Collins suddenly wanted to roll his eyes.

"Then can I go to Knockturn Alley to play?" the little red-haired girl asked, sucking her finger.

"Rose, we are thousands of kilometers away from Knockturn Alley, but... of course," Ron said without hesitation: "The next time the Ministry searches for contraband, we can take the opportunity to sneak into the Auror team - wait, your mother is in charge of this." Rose looked at Collins expectantly, trying to find a little possibility of favoritism on her mother's face, then silently retracted her gaze and stopped talking.

"Can you two stop talking about illegal activities all the time, as if I'm a bad mother." Collins complained.

"Okay, Rose, let's talk about something else. Who told you to have a mother who is the director of the Auror Office?" Ron said, "Your uncle raided the Malfoy family some time ago. They are our family's old enemies. Merlin, Harry must have wanted to use the overthrow of Malfoy as an important chapter in his career. Unfortunately, he only took a few minions in the end, but I guess old Malfoy was scared... He also has a son who looks like a decent person. He doesn't get along with us at school. Your father's grades are always higher than his -"

Collins looked at Rose, who was listening attentively and admiringly, and Ron, who was describing vividly.

"Are you sure? It's convenient to ask..."

"Well, it's some subjects," Ron quickly revised his words, "It's absolutely true, Harry can testify for me!"

The three of them wandered aimlessly on the winding streets. The streets were connected in all directions. Sometimes when walking, they suddenly found that the front became a wall, and they had to use magic to open a narrow stone path; on the island, you can always tell at a glance which land belongs to wizard buildings and which belongs to government agencies and research institutes. Like now - from a normal person's perspective, it is obviously not properly planned, but Ron and the others think these obstacles are quite interesting, and they match the surrounding houses of different styles and a wide range of shops.

"It's square and spotless. Everything is required to be symmetrical and measured with a ruler like old Crouch's beard. It's actually quite scary."

This is the central area of ​​the floating island. It is said that the bonfire party was held nearby. Some commemorative landmarks have been preserved, such as a group of statues standing in the middle of the pool, each holding a burning, unextinguished torch; trash cans in the shape of magical animals can be seen everywhere. As long as you knock on the head, it will open its mouth and eat the garbage into its stomach. Some monsters will burp in a weird way;

in addition to shops and street scenes, there are also some mobile vendors pushing carts. Ron liked a set of simple scuba in front of a stall. "Your grandfather will definitely like it, but he may have already bought it. His personal garage has expanded four times after retirement!" In addition to diving toys, they actually found products from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Is it selling well?" Ron asked the vendor.

"Great, especially these two. There's a discount if you buy them together, sir, ma'am." The vendor enthusiastically sold them two products, one was underwater fireworks, and the other was some kind of smoke cloak. Judging from the logo, it seemed to be a product of the cooperation between Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and Diggory. Ron paid the money and asked Collins as he walked, "I heard Fred and George say a long time ago that they wanted to research a kind of fireworks for underwater use, but when did Cedric enter the prank market?"

As fellow champions of the Tournament, Collins has always maintained a good relationship with Cedric and Roger Davis, and he knows more about their current situation.

"They didn't, he and Qiu Zhang." Collins said, "They have focused on public welfare in recent years. The shape-shifting smoke invented by Cedric has a wide range of applications in the medical field, and the magic puppets with various functions are also very useful. However, he joined the 'Floating Island Commercial Security Agreement' to ensure that the research results will not be used for military or illegal purposes. The two thousand investigators of the International Pan-Magic Union around the world guarantee this."

"There are fairies in it!" their daughter Rose shouted.

"There are a hundred goblins. You know, they value their property very much." Collins explained to his daughter: "It is said that many Muggle doctors are proud to own a set of goblin-enchanted scalpels, but it is said that it is relatively rare..."

"Why?" Rose asked.

"Well, this is a dispute over ownership. The Alliance allows goblins to retain their own racial traditions, but when trading with other races, a notification document must be signed on this issue, otherwise the transaction will not be protected; and goblins are famous for their stubbornness."

"Don't be fooled, those goblins are very smart," Ron interrupted, "I have seized a batch of contraband, including several silver ornaments made by goblins, but the goblins refused to admit it because there was no signature on those works!"

Collins was a little surprised, "This is completely contrary to the concept of goblins. Are you sure it is a goblin product?"

"Of course," Ron said affirmatively, "Just look at their eyes. Think about it, when the desire to make money conflicts with traditional concepts... the result is that a group of goblins choose not to sign their names and sell them to the black market; a group of cunning guys! But sometimes goblins will deliberately carve some harsh words. I remember a doctor mentioned in the newspaper some time ago, and the scalpel in his hand was engraved with 'stingy'... It may also be that the naming style of goblins has changed. I only know that there are long beards and sloppy ghosts." He added.

Collins and Rose laughed. At this time, Ron was suddenly attracted by something. Collins followed Ron's gaze and saw a tall and broad-chested man on a hat stall not far away.

Ron retracted his gaze and muttered, "Maybe I saw it wrong. I don't have any impression..."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Harry's cousin! He sent a gift at Harry and Ginny's wedding."

Collins immediately showed a look of awakening. She looked at the hat stall again, and the man had already poured into the crowd. They walked in the opposite direction and saw a huge poster in front of a theater. "Francois Crotoy's concert," Ron read the words on the poster, "Do you want to try it?" Rose nodded repeatedly.

Collins pointed to the date of the concert on the poster. It was yesterday.

"Oh, that's bad." Ron and Rose said. Ron tried to make up for it, "It's okay to miss it. We can save our energy to watch the mascot show. It's a pity that there are no Charmed Baby this year. I saw it once a long time ago. It felt like-"

"Ron!"

"Well, there's nothing to see." Ron said seriously to Rose, who was blinking curiously, "You are a girl. If your brother comes-" "Your brother is only three years old." "-Oh, yes, you reminded me... Do you want ice cream?" He hurriedly changed the subject, and Collins' eyes were about to spit fire.

The family of three stood in front of a mobile ice cream truck, panting.

"Is business good?"

"Not bad."

While Collins and Rose were choosing ice cream, Ron chatted with the owner. In less than two minutes, they talked about the price of the ice cream truck. "I've always wanted to have one," Ron said with some envy. The owner replied, "Five hundred Galleons. But you can rent it. It's only two Galleons a day. Register on the island."

Ron's eyes lit up. Collins had already chosen, "One strawberry peanut butter ice cream, and one floating island chocolate nut ice cream. What about you, Ron?"

"I want chocolate flavor," Ron said. Collins pouted and glared at him. He quickly said, "We can take turns."

The owner began to get busy. He took out his wand - Ron looked at the row of gems on the wand and couldn't help but let out a strange cry - "I'm a low-magic wizard." The owner said unhappily, and then the gems on the wand lit up one by one. He waved his wand, and soon, three servings of ice cream were made. The strawberry one looked like a flowing volcano, and the chocolate one looked like a whole ice cream was flattened with some colorful candy particles sprinkled on it, but the key point was: a little chocolate snake was spitting out its tongue and staring at them.

"I understand a little bit, the chocolate snake, but it didn't bite its tail - what is that?" Ron pointed at the colorful crumbs and asked.

"The house on the floating island." The shopkeeper said, "The snake doesn't bite its tail because it has other functions. It will compete with you -" He stopped talking suddenly.

"What did you say?" Ron asked while handing a chocolate ice cream to Rose, and bit off the snake's head.

The shopkeeper was speechless.

Perhaps he noticed the shopkeeper's inner torment, Collins took the initiative to ask: "Is the wand in your hand specially made? I mean the magic on it, your casting is very smooth, and it's done in one go..."

"Ah, that's right," the shopkeeper said with a sigh of relief: "Future World Company provides customized services, but now they have divided this business to several other companies. There are wizards who specialize in this. They call it... magic path design, using limited magic to achieve a series of complex effects. Not only in making ice cream, but in all walks of life. It's amazing."

At this time, there was a sudden noise on the street, and a large group of people gathered around.

"Someone's fighting!"

The ice cream shop owner calmly pressed the red button on the car in front of Ron's family, and then said proudly: "This is a positioning and alarm device. In just 20 seconds, there will be someone on duty - what are you doing?"

Ron and Collins raised their wands at the same time, ready for battle. But after a few seconds, it seemed to be just an ordinary drunk fight.

"Leave it to me." Ron put down his wand and said confidently. He didn't know when a black chess piece appeared in his hand. He aimed at the direction and threw it towards the crowd. The 'Knight' chess piece came to life in mid-air and became bigger and bigger - "Bang!" The knight and his horse fell heavily to the ground, smashing a deep pit; the tall horse like obsidian dug the ground excitedly, half of its body was protected by the knight's steel armor, and it was twelve or thirteen feet high. Everyone was startled by this big guy who suddenly appeared.

"Irrelevant personnel - retreat!" The knight shouted majestically on the horse.

The surface of his armor flashed with metallic luster, and then the mask of the knight's helmet popped open, revealing a face that looked like Ron inside. The crowd made way for a gap, and the two drunken men stared at the black knight who was riding his horse towards them, trembling on the spot. The broadsword in the knight's hand was like a huge door panel, which seemed to be able to flatten the two men in one blow. He walked very slowly, but no one doubted how violent the knight would be when he charged.

The two parties in the riot were completely sober and let go of their hands at the same time.

"Look." Ron said proudly. He walked over and was about to speak when two wizards fell from the sky.

"What happened?" One of them asked seriously. No one of the tourists present spoke, but silently looked behind him. The wizard turned his head stiffly, "Hiss!" He took two steps back and hurriedly took out a thing similar to a walkie-talkie, ready to call for support.

"Don't!" Ron and another wizard shouted at the same time.

A few minutes later, the knight disappeared with a bang and turned into a chess piece again. Ron and Tonks walked over together, but Ron's expression was a little dejected.

"See if you will show off again in the future." Collins taught him a lesson.

"He was helpful," Tonks said objectively. Ron smiled brightly, and then he heard Tonks continue, "At least he didn't throw out a complete wizard chess set. From this perspective..."

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