The secret room playground is certainly not just a casual remark. Felix is ​​doing this very seriously.

The members of the front-line observation station have already experienced the first project. The Creevey brothers called it "tunnel walking", and the others thought it was very appropriate - in a long, damp underground pipe, they seemed to be walking in a deep sea crack. The whole person was light and floating under the effect of the floating magic loop, spinning and falling continuously. After the initial discomfort, they soon fell in love with this game and shouted with joy.

The light of illumination led them to a circular open space.

Harry recognized that there were piles of mice and small animals here before - all eaten by the basilisk, but now they have all disappeared. Although it is still wet and dirty here, it is at least no longer so creepy. Pushing open the last door, everything in front of the students shocked them.

In front of them was a town much larger than Hogsmeade Village, with snow-capped mountains, forests, sandy land, lakes... Each place was not big, but the various terrains were like colorful puzzles, they were harmoniously combined together. Above their heads was the blue sky and white clouds. At the door, they found a huge sign wall.

"It wasn't there last time I came here," Harry swallowed and pointed to the ground, "Last time I came here, there was only a small path. I followed the path and met--" He closed his mouth, but Ron and Hermione understood what he meant--meet Voldemort.

"Hey! Look, there are quite a few projects up there." Seamus said in surprise. He looked up at the lines and text on the instruction wall. "Flying roller coaster--" "I think it's that thing." Dean interrupted, pointing his finger at the long serpentine carriage that passed over the top of the snow-capped mountain. "It looks like some kind of sightseeing tool."

"Oh, don't interrupt." Seamus continued, "And - um, Savage Quidditch, Future Library, Interactive murals, High Swings, Rapid Shooting, Ideal Architect... Wow! I can't wait, but it looks like a long way to go."

"It says here - you can shake the bell to summon your mount, or you can use your wand to shoot red sparks." Neville said. He turned his head and stared at a metal object in front of him. It looked like a curved-neck desk lamp, but it was magnified several times, and the light bulb was replaced by a metal bell.

"What are you waiting for?" Dean said excitedly, "I want to try Savage Quidditch!"

Harry also had a good impression of things with the name of 'Quidditch'. At the urging of everyone, Neville rang the bell. They waited for about a minute, and there was a sound of horse hooves from a distance. A group of glowing animals ran over and stopped in front of them.

"Magic creations?" Hermione said in surprise. She looked around and knew what this meant: Magic creations could not exist for a long time, so everything here was like the things in the thinking cabin, controlled by Professor Hep.

Then everyone chose their favorite animals.

Harry picked an animal that looked like a hippogriff. He walked up to it and faced the pair of shining pupils, hesitating whether to bow or not. But Justin beside him couldn't wait to climb onto a huge flamingo. He leaned close to the flamingo's ear and asked uncertainly, "Can you understand what I'm saying? I want to ride a roller coaster, that is--"

The flamingo immediately took two long legs and ran away. Justin screamed and grabbed its pink wings, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The people who stayed looked at each other for a while, and then became more excited.

"Well--I want to go to the library of the future first, and then see the interactive murals. I don't know what ideal architects mean, but the high-altitude swing sounds good, very quiet--" Hermione chirped.

They separated at the entrance, and the huge animals carried them to their destination. The journey was not boring. The 'hippogriff' under Harry's feet was not slow, so after only two minutes, he arrived at his destination.

In front of him was a huge hollow building like a golden birdcage. Harry stepped on the sand and felt a burst of heat in the air. He suddenly realized that more than a month had passed since the Quidditch final. He couldn't wait to play a game of Quidditch. Dean was waving at him!

"Hey, Harry, look at this." Dean sat on a flying broom excitedly. He didn't know how he did it, but a huge bluebell blue transparent bubble completely wrapped him up.

Harry touched it and felt a leather-like toughness on his fingertips. He suddenly understood the meaning of wild Quidditch. Soon, he also rode on the flying broom. The two of them dived and collided like barbarians - under the protection of the bubble, there was no need to worry about being hurt, the bubble could bounce them away.

Harry felt the fun of the Quidditch game form that only existed in history and has now been abolished - "air collision". Of course, he felt that the professor's approach was much safer and more civilized.

They played happily for a while, and Neville and Ginny joined in at some point. Harry became even more excited and completely immersed in it: when the opposite face kept approaching and was about to hit, the flexible bubbles came into play - they were squeezed and deformed, and then they were bounced away in a spin, and they had to desperately control their direction, which was a great test of their skills in operating the flying broom. Dean tried his best but still couldn't avoid hitting the birdcage, and then bounced away again.

Harry took this opportunity to roar and relieve the emotions in his heart. Anyone who stood in front of him was knocked down by him. When he waved his fist to celebrate his third victory, he turned around and found that Ginny was gone.

Neville stretched out a finger and pointed at the exit with an innocent expression.

"I don't think she was very happy when she left."

"Uh--"

Harry hurriedly left the cage of Savage Quidditch. The Hippogriff was still waiting for him there, but he couldn't find Ginny's Horned Beast. He looked up and saw a huge roller coaster flying over his head. Harry saw the ponytails of the Patil sisters hanging down from the open carriage, and heard their excited shouts. The roller coaster was like a caterpillar that kept turning in the air. He rode on the

Hippogriff and began to look around. Soon he found Ginny's shadow in front of a huge rock wall - her fiery red hair was very recognizable. He walked over, but Ginny ignored him. Harry suddenly had an idea and talked about the skills of Savage Quidditch. Ginny soon pricked up her ears and listened. Harry

saw Ginny's expression change from gloomy to sunny, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the brown rock wall and asked, "What is this?" He looked around. Katie Bell, Lavender Brown and Terry Boot were watching with great interest.

"Interactive wall," Ginny said, "Ron is in there--"

Harry stared at the rock wall with wide eyes. There were stick-drawn lines drawn on the rock wall, which seemed to be the doodles of someone who was not good at painting. A winding black line represented the undulating hillside, and at this moment a crude-looking little man was climbing the hillside.

"Is that Ron?"

"Yeah." Ginny said with a grin, "Look, I've got the hang of it." As she spoke, she took out her wand and drew a circle on the rock wall. In Harry's stunned expression, the circle seemed to turn into a huge boulder rolling down the hillside.

"Who's doing this!"

Ron's clear roar came from the rock wall, and the little man representing him punched away the rolling stone that was ten times bigger than him.

"I should have painted it solid." Ginny said regretfully. She saw Harry's expression, "Oh, don't worry - the person in the rock wall is not in danger of life. We can only set up some obstacles or conveniences for him. It's a bit like a prank. I think Fred and George will like it here..."

Soon, Ron on the rock wall had no way in front of him. He faced a huge gully. Lavender Brown drew two bat wings on the rock wall with her wand. Ron picked them up. He flapped his bat wings to the top of the mountain (replaced with a straight line). There was a huge chair painted on the top of the mountain, and on it sat -

"Valen?" Harry wiped his eyes.

"This is a scene of a warrior fighting a demon." Lavender said intently.

Valen in the mural looked more than ten times bigger than Ron, and even Ron himself was shocked. Valen shouted excitedly twice, broke off a bunch of curved branches from the tree, and let them fall like lightning. "Oh no, Ron is going to fail. Let's help him." Katie Bell shouted excitedly, took out her wand and drew a circle on the rock wall, encircling Ron.

"Who turned off the light?" Ron said in a puzzled voice.

At this time, Valen ran over stealthily and kicked hard like kicking a ball. The rock wall suddenly flickered and Ron came out from inside.

Six or seven people surrounded him.

"How does it feel?" Susan Bones asked.

"Well, a little dizzy," Ron shook his head, "as if entering the world of comic books - the world in your eyes is all lines, but people look very real, although I don't know why Valen has become so big..."

The next second, the rock wall flickered again, and Valen jumped out from inside, triumphant, only one foot tall.

Hermione had just come out of the "Future Library". She reread "The Monster Book of Monsters", but the feeling was completely different. The words and pictures in the book became a coherent picture. She had just helped a big man (who looked like Hagrid) catch a group of leprechauns, using exactly what she had learned from the book - a handful of fresh leaves covered in dew. If you can also perform an exaggerated drama during the capture process, the effect will be even better: they will immediately run out from the corner to watch your performance. At this time, you can put them in a cage.

Her next destination was the high-altitude swing. On the way, she stopped for a moment when she passed the rapid shooting field. Justin and Ernie MacMillan stood on one side of a long corridor. On the other side, Billywig worms continued to emerge from the nest, and these worms rushed towards the two of them quickly. They were sweating and shot red light from their wands. When the red light hit the Billywig worms, these flexible little guys would fall to the ground and become a ball of soft plasticine. As time passed, the number of Billywig worms increased and their speed became faster and faster.

Not long after Hermione left, she heard a frustrated gasp behind her.

She came to the place marked as "high swing" on the map. There was only one sign nearby. She was stunned for a moment and tapped the wooden sign with her wand. Then there was a sound of "O�O�@�@" from above. She looked up and saw a green vine hanging from the sky.

The vine weaved itself into the shape of the letter "J". The bottom swelled into a seat. She tried to sit on it. The vine took her up to a high place. Soon, everything on the ground was in her sight. On a plain, she saw the vague figure of Luna. Luna shook her wrist, and a strange house (Hermione guessed it was a house) rose from the ground, like a huge black chimney, with a silver crescent hanging on the chimney.

"Well, I guess what the dream architect is."

Hermione muttered softly. She couldn't help but imagine what her ideal house would look like. It couldn't be too serious, but it couldn't be too weird. She tilted her head to look at Luna's work. It seemed to be Luna's home. From her angle, it actually looked a bit like a boot standing up. She giggled.

After watching for a while, she tapped the vine with her wand. The vine continued to grow upwards. She wanted to go to the highest point to have a look. Hermione remembered the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk that she had heard when she was a child. There couldn't be a giant who ate children on the clouds, right?

She laughed at her own idea. Groups of wavy clouds with neatly trimmed edges kept passing in front of her. They seemed to be carved out of the same mold. The professor didn't seem to spend much time on them... Hermione couldn't help thinking, and finally, the vine stopped moving.

Hermione looked around and found a silver sphere the size of a crystal ball behind her. Is this - the moon? But it looked too small to be noticed without paying attention. She curiously reached out her hand and held the crystal ball in her arms. She unexpectedly found a small note stuck on the back of the sphere with its back facing her.

"I should be a thousand times this big, but now I can only pretend to be the moon."

Hermione slowly read the contents of the note. Looking at the familiar handwriting, she giggled and laughed so hard that tears came out. "Oh, professor, I didn't expect--" As she laughed, she found that there were words on the other side of the note. She turned it over and saw that it said 'the moon city plan is on hold'.

...

The Chamber of Secrets quickly became popular in Hogwarts.

For some reason, Felix found that Granger looked at him strangely these two days, but he was very busy now. He had to fulfill the responsibilities of the deputy headmaster-learning how to handle the daily affairs of the school with Professor McGonagall. He hated this and proposed to hand the work over to the male and female student union presidents, calling it "training".

"But you should at least understand what specific work you are responsible for." Professor McGonagall snorted.

On the other side, Grindelwald had not stopped his activities. The British representative of the International Confederation of Wizards reported that Babajid Abaginde received a strange man and woman in his mansion. During the period, the strict protection measures formulated around him completely failed, and more than 20 elite Aurors lost their memories for half an hour.

Even if you use your knees to think, you can guess that Grindelwald came to the door.

But strangely, after undergoing various examinations, Abaginde found no problems. He was not under the Imperius Curse, was not replaced, and his memory remained intact. In fact, all evidence showed that he was not hurt. In his own words, Grindelwald chatted with him for a while like an old friend reminiscing about the past. He even continued to receive representatives from New Zealand and Norway after the examination.

"Grindelwald definitely did or said something. He is best at verbal bewitchment." Ms. Bones said firmly.

She guessed it.

With three days left before the holiday, Babajid Abaginde issued a serious statement to all wizards.

"I have to announce with great regret that Gellert Grindelwald has returned to the public eye. He had been imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison before, but now he has escaped and regained his freedom..." This newspaper recording the content of his entire speech spread throughout the wizarding world in an instant.

"In view of the series of crimes he has committed, I, Babajide Abaginder, the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, should have immediately mobilized forces to arrest him, and I did so. But he took the initiative to find me, and we had a private conversation - I myself was not coerced. Yes, Mr. Grindelwald seemed very elegant throughout the conversation, and we even discussed a wizard fable. I am sure many of you have heard of the story of 'The Wizard and the Jumping Pot'... Ahem, what I want to say is that the situation in the wizarding world is grim right now, and we cannot afford a wizard war."

"And Grindelwald, unfortunately, wizards generally live long lives, and he still maintains enough influence. In this case, Grindelwald took the initiative to show goodwill. What reason do I have to break the olive branch he offered me based on my personal preference? I admit that my approach will be controversial, but I must put aside my personal feelings, because every decision I make has far-reaching consequences... Negotiations for peace are imperative."

"What's more -"

The newspaper specifically marked it. When he said this, he looked very embarrassed and hesitant. After five minutes, he finally made up his mind.

"What's more, the person who defeated Grindelwald last time is no longer here. The great, wise, and kind Albus Dumbledore - he is dead!"