I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

The location of this laboratory is very remote, in a small fishing village called Elrabaki in southern Iceland.

The resident population of this village is only over 500, but the infrastructure is quite complete, and it is the main port and trade center in the south.

Professor Fox's laboratory is located in a corner of this small village.

From the outside, this house looks no different from other small two-story buildings, except that it looks extremely dilapidated and bleak, and the passers-by around turn a blind eye to this dilapidated house, as if it does not exist at all.

It was obvious that the house had been cast with an extremely powerful Muggle-repelling spell, and even though no wizards came here to maintain it after so many years, the spell still continued to take effect.

Lynn approached the door of the house. There was an old lock hanging on the door. It is conservatively estimated that it must be a lock that was popular 30 years ago at least, and it has nothing to do with modern times.

"Alahoo hole open (no boost)."

An extremely simple unlocking spell easily opened the door lock.

But Lin En knew that this lock was just a decoration, and there was actually a rather complicated procedure that actually protected the things in the house.

Back then in the Forbidden Forest, Professor Fox told him the whole process in its entirety.

Although Lynn had a relatively good memory, there was no way he could remember so many things so clearly after four years.

But fortunately, when he still remembered these things, he recorded all the steps on a piece of paper.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. This is a pretty good habit.

Lynn held the paper in his hand and walked into the dusty room.

The furnishings inside are fairly tidy, and it was obvious that the owner of the room had carefully cleaned it before leaving.

But there was a thick layer of dust accumulated over the years on the ground. Before Lin En could step in, there was a burst of "smoke" under his body, and the floating ash was swept up everywhere.

Lynn didn't rush to find the laboratory hidden in this room immediately.

He raised his wand and began to clean the room first, using a cleaning spell to clean every corner of the room, and finally wiped a magic photo clean and put it on the wall again.

It was a black and white photo, which was taken very long ago, but a magic potion was also used to make the people in the photo move.

There are six people in the photo, four men and two women. When they took the photo, they looked young, young people in their twenties.

Six people stood in a row, looking at the camera cheerfully with their arms around the shoulders of those around them, looking full of vigor.

Lynn recognized at a glance that the young man standing second on the left was Professor Fox from years ago.

He was handsome and handsome at that time, but he already had the habit of squinting his eyes when he smiled, which made him highly recognizable.

The other five people were like-minded friends who once shared the same aspirations with Professor Fox. They have been here to study and improve black magic for ten years.

But in the end, after four of them died in their own research, Professor Fox and his later wife sealed the place together, and stayed away from this sad place.

The current stable and safe spellcasting system in the magic world is inseparable from the adventurous attempts and experiments of these explorers.

They are the forerunners of magic, overcoming obstacles and exploring different directions of magic until they find a way for future generations to move forward safely.

After thinking about the photo, Lynn picked up the note in his hand and began to prepare for the opening of the laboratory.

He first came to the kitchen and turned on the faucet above the sink.

There was no water dripping from the faucet, which was not beyond Lynn's expectations.

He turned around and went up the stairs, and then went all the way to the deepest wall on the second floor.

At some point, there appeared a portrait of an old witch with a big hooked nose, age spots and wrinkles like ravines.

Lynn had already visited every part of the house when cleaning before, and he could be sure that there was no such painting on the wall at that time.

Lin En picked up the note in his hand, faced the old witch, and read the names one by one in the order of the names written on the note.

"Antonin Vigo, Gareth Landrock, Isaac Mezrahi, Adolfi Chalet, Eliza Balti."

After he finished reading all these names, the portrait of the old witch suddenly spoke.

"who are they?"

Lynn replied according to the set answer.

"They are people who are dead but not dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, a door appeared on the wall with the portraits on it. Lynn pushed the door open without hesitation, and entered a room full of books and parchment.

This room is very large, even more than twice the maximum area of ​​this room. Obviously, the owner of the room illegally used the traceless expansion spell on this room.

Lynn didn't look at the piles of books and materials. He knew that these things were not important. What was important was the set of teapots, cups and spoons on the table in the middle of the room.

Facing the empty room, he took a deep breath and said softly.

"Can you sing me a song?"

As soon as his words fell, the teapot, tea cups and spoons on the table jumped up with a "jingle, jingle".

"Hurra for deg - tekst Hurra for deg som fyller ditt r"

They sang a lovely happy birthday song, except that Lynn didn't hear what language it was in (actually it was Norwegian and the song was called "Hurra for deg").

After they finished singing this piece of music, the teapot, teacup and spoon all stopped and said briskly.

"Oh! My God, how long has it been, and someone is still waking us up."

"It's not a bad calculation. At least I haven't spoken for more than 500 years. I almost forgot how to say English."

"You look too exaggerated. We definitely haven't been here for 500 years. I'm sure it's only 100 years at most. Hey! Boy, what year is this year?"

Lynn answered Spoon's question honestly.

"This year is 1995, and you haven't been here for a hundred years."

All three of them fell silent immediately, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

In the end, the mature and stable teapot broke the embarrassment.

"Well, no matter how many years we've slept, you've awakened us anyway, so you'll get everything we know as agreed, so do you want us to narrate it orally, or do you want a written document?"