The changes brought about by the opening of the magic world are in all aspects. Today, the floating island, as the largest wizard transportation hub and transit station, connects the wizard settlements in major regions of the world, invisibly connecting the entire magic world and greatly facilitating communication between wizards.

The cross-border mail business on the floating island is also very prosperous. Any ambitious company will find a way to set up an office here, and use a widely circulated saying to explain this phenomenon: here, the world is at your fingertips.

But there is also a piece of advice that follows: make sure you have obtained the pass before crossing the flame, otherwise you will be kicked back. In addition to the footprints on your butt, there are also tickets and subpoenas 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 problems.

After a few years of operation, at least you don't have to worry about fighting because of language barriers.

A week before the opening ceremony of the World Cup, Neville received a letter from Harry. He was washing upstairs in the Leaky Cauldron, and an owl flew silently into the second-floor window and landed on the sink shelf, scaring him.

"Hello, Hedwig." Neville said with bubbles in his mouth and stretched out a hand.

Hedwig raised her feathers and jumped back two steps to avoid the wet hand, and raised the leg tied with the letter. Neville carefully opened the letter and quickly read it. His eyes gradually brightened.

A few minutes later, the two heads came together.

"There is still time, we can go with the other professors." Hannah said. "I will write a reply to Harry." Neville said, and he looked for paper and pen all over the room with great interest.

The two got married a few years ago. After Neville left the Ministry of Magic, he took over Professor Sprout as the Herbology professor in the school, and Hannah took over the Leaky Cauldron as the proprietress. The combination of the two made the students feel very cool.

Two days later, when it was slightly bright, the early risers in Diagon Alley found that the sign at the door of the Leaky Cauldron was hung with a sign saying "Closed during the World Cup" and locked. No one thought it was a fuss. This year's World Cup attracted too many people's attention. Even if they were not interested in Quidditch, they wanted to join in the fun. It is said that there are many novelties available during the competition.

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

Pomona Sprout was waving at them, and Neville waved back. Professor Sprout has retired and usually lives in Hogsmeade, but she often returns to school to visit her little cutie in the greenhouse. She gave Neville a lot of advice when he joined the school, especially teaching him how to deal with Professor Snape.

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

This helped Neville a lot.

Professor McGonagall nodded at Neville and Hannah. "Is it just the two of you? Frank and Alice, and Hannah's parents?"

"They're already on the island," Neville said happily. "They sent us a bunch of photos. Luna, Seamus, and Dean are also here. Grandma's staying at home. She's not interested in Quidditch." Professor McGonagall sniffed.

"My parents can't spare the time." Hannah shook her head.

"Okay," said Professor McGonagall. She glanced at the others. "Emmeline, Pomona, Sybil, a total of - oh, sorry, Filius, just the right number. Our deputy headmaster is absent again as expected, but this time he can be slightly forgiven. According to the Daily Prophet, he seems to be caught in the vortex of power transition... I have my doubts. Let's go." "

I wonder how Professor Bubbage is doing now." Neville whispered. The professor also helped him a lot.

"She will be fine in heaven." Hannah said softly. Neville

nodded. At this time, Professor McGonagall passed by the two and frowned when she heard their conversation.

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

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

"If it were me, I wouldn't be so sure," Trelawney interrupted, "I observed the stars before I left, and judging from the angle between the moon and Mars, it is not suitable to travel in the near future, and it is easy to encounter unexpected disasters."

"Thank you for reminding me, Sibyl." Professor McGonagall said, "Felix happened to have been to both places you mentioned. I will ask him for his opinion on your behalf." She led the way and walked away.

"I didn't know that Professor Trelawney was interested in Quidditch." Hannah whispered.

"I don't know either," Neville replied in a low voice, "but another divination professor in the school clearly stated that he doesn't like Quidditch, so..."

Trelawney, who was wearing six or seven veils on her head, suddenly turned her head, as if she had heard the two people's whispers, and scared them to shut up quickly. Emmeline smiled at them. The group appeared in Hogsmeade Square, and across the crowded crowd, they could see a temporary fireplace built here, which was noisy.

"Don't crowd! Come in order. The door of the Three Broomsticks is the door to the door key storage point..." A bald Auror shouted to maintain order. One by one, the wizards in front jumped into the flames and disappeared in circles. Soon it was Neville's turn.

"Designated location, Pacific Ocean - 30 kilometers west of the floating island, Ingersoll Island -" The Auror looked down to check Professor McGonagall's ticket and shouted habitually. Then he saw the members of this team clearly. He was shocked, "Principal McGonagall? How many other professors? You can apply to go directly to the island without transfer."

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

"Well, I wish you all a pleasant journey." said the Auror.

The swirling green flames took Neville through the furnace doors one by one, followed by a monotonous dizziness, which was more difficult than using Floo powder in the past. He finally found that his legs had a place to stay. He stood on a beach, the sea breeze blew on his face, the dazzling sunshine shone on his face, and there were footsteps and voices everywhere. 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 there were paragliders and flying brooms flying in the sky. A little girl walked past him, holding a purple flying carpet in her hand, and a middle-aged man with a round belly was dozing on the flying carpet.

"Wow, are we in the wrong place?" Hannah, who had just come over, asked. She stepped on the soft sand with one foot and almost fell. Neville hurried to support her.

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

"It doesn't look like that when you look closer," Neville said. "Those dots should be wizards riding brooms. They may be scouting the weather and beware of storms at sea. Or they may simply be playing dueling games. You know, riding on brooms and aiming to knock down the enemy. It can be one-on-one or in a melee, but only specific spells can be used. This sport was very popular among Aurors for a while. I forgot whether it was Harry or Ron who came up with the idea."

Hannah looked at Neville.

"Oh, I'm not very good at Quidditch," he said a little guilty. "Professor Sprout believes that as a professor of Herbology, it is best to always keep your feet on the ground."

"I did say that," said Professor Sprout, who walked out of the flames, exuding a happy atmosphere. Her soft gray hair was blown high by the sea breeze. "Have you been to classroom 7? I always think that the other me is a little wild, but cool."

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

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

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

"Special welfare." A staff member said, "They are worried that we will suffer from 'anthropophobia'. There are tens of thousands of people here."

"There are so many people? Are they all tourists?" Professor Flitwick 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. There are such people, whether wizards or Muggles, so they would rather choose to come to the island to set up tents and spend the night." Another staff member said, handing them a form, and Neville wrote down everyone's names. "

What about the opening ceremony? It's at night." Emmeline Vance asked curiously.

"Maybe get yourself drunk." The registration staff said humorously.

From him, Neville and his friends knew that the passenger ship to the island came every hour, and they had about half an hour of free time. They walked around the area and met some acquaintances along the way. It was Bill and Fleur. Both of them were dressed very coolly. Bill wore beach pants, sunglasses, and a silver earring on his left ear, which matched his wife's moonstone earrings. Fleur wore a one-piece swimsuit, with a silver waterfall behind her head, which was dazzlingly beautiful. Next to her stood a young girl who looked almost as pretty.

"This is Gabriel, my sister." Fleur said in a hoarse voice.

Neville and Bill exchanged a look and walked aside.

"Did you get the letter too?" Neville asked.

"Got it," Bill said cheerfully, "There's a shortage of manpower on the island, we're happy to help, the children can be left to Gabrielle's care," he whispered, "Don't let her hear it, she'll think she's got an important task." Neville glanced

over there, they were laughing and chatting happily, he heard Hannah pointing at an African witch and said, "Lee Jordan chased her." Neville blinked in confusion and saw a tall dark-skinned girl. After a few seconds he barely remembered her identity - Nona Labbert, the contestant who represented Vagado in the championship in the fourth grade.

"We are waiting for the rest of the family. They will arrive today or tomorrow," Bill said. "Except for Ron and Percy, they both work in the ministry. To cooperate with this large-scale event, they will probably have to wait until one or two days before the opening ceremony to have a day off. We have already stayed for one night. The wizards from Fiji drove their mascot Dakuwaga here, which is a distant relative of mermaids and can turn into sharks. There are also dragons! Charlie will like it."

Half an hour later, Neville and Bill's family - "Sirius and I have formed a band called 'Hairy Boys'!" - boarded the passenger ship to the floating island. The huge ship parted the waves, and seagulls followed beside it. 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 voices became sparse, and everyone was touched by a silent force and completely lost their voices. A mountain that seemed to be upside down stood out of thin air on the sea, and the huge shadow cast by it covered the passenger ship from a distance. They glided for a long distance in the shadow, surrounded by the quiet sound of water, and finally arrived under the island. Suddenly someone screamed, Neville looked up, an extremely huge snake head was facing them, rough scales extended upwards, forming a scene like a forest of rocks, the snake mouth held the snake tail, the long body wrapped around the upside-down foundation of the island six or seven times, almost integrated with the island itself.

The boat stopped below the island. Everyone leaned on the railing and looked out, something was flashing in the shadows in the distance.

Then they heard the sound of ropes and machines starting, and after a while, a glowing ground was laid towards them, hanging steadily above the water, connected to the ship's ladder. The glowing thing also became clear, it was an elevator, and a magic lamp was hung on the top of the elevator.

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

"Line up! Get ready to disembark!" At this time, the crew shouted, "The space inside the elevator is limited, and it can carry 100 people at a time. Please don't crowd." There

was a pause in the air for a few seconds, and someone shouted: "This is magic!"

"Yes, it is indeed magic." The crew said faintly.

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