Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 162 I Have Thought About My Child's Name

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning struggled to squeeze in through the cracks in the curtains, a pair of blue eyes quietly opened in the quiet room.

Ron got out of bed lightly, but these small movements still caused Hermione to turn over lazily, and muttered softly while half asleep and half awake: "I want to drink milk and oatmeal, and I want to warm it up." warm"

"It's there when I wake up. I'll go out for a walk and I'll be back in a while."

Climbing the house here will most likely be yelled: pervert, and then arrested and sent to the Ministry of Magic. Besides, the seven-storey hotel is honestly not much to climb. Ron walked out barefoot wearing only a pair of shorts.

Under the resentful eyes of the lady dangling at the front desk, he sauntered out to the icy lake for a refreshing swim, and then returned to the room shaking his body with ice balls and carrying a hot breakfast inside.

"Where are you going today? The blue hole?"

Hermione, who sipped the oatmeal with a spoon, swayed her feet and asked expectantly, "I heard that you can meet snow fairies in it, and I heard that they can bring you good luck for a whole day."

"Should... Yes, but the snow elves are endangered. A potion made from snow elves and snow stones was very popular decades ago. They have been poached a lot, and the Icelandic Ministry of Magic is simply impossible to guard against."

Ron, who packed up the equipment needed today, sat on the carpet and fiddled with his backpack. He put away some necessary emergency supplies in an orderly manner, which was much faster than reaching into the space bag to fumble.

"Fortunately, people later discovered that the Snow Fairy Snow Stone contains a chronic ice toxin. Although it is not fatal, the antidote is a bit expensive. The flame-shaped fire corals that grow in submarine volcanoes are not easy to collect at all."

"Changing clothes, wearing a thick sweater is not suitable for visiting the blue hole."

Hermione put down the porridge bowl, and she couldn't help but tilt her head strangely after she took the clothes from Ron.

"Is this a leather jacket? But it looks weird."

"The leather jacket made of tiger-striped black seals, this poor little guy is almost extinct, only Mr. LeMay's zoo still has dozens of them, and no one has witnessed them in the wild for 200 years. Although magic can isolate It's cold, but maintaining magic for a long time is not something a 12-year-old wizard can do, except of course me."

Ron grinned, and he revealed the tight black short sleeves under his cloak, "The main reason is that Mr. LeMay is too lazy to make me a suit. He thinks that I waste too much material, and my suit is frost-resistant. According to him, I’m fine if the polar bear freezes to death, I really don’t feel sorry for anyone.”

After packing up, it was almost eight o'clock. After leaving the hotel, Ron took out a two-person magic shuttle from the space bag.

Although Icelandic wizards also use brooms, more people use more comfortable shuttles. There are many tools similar to flying broomsticks in the magic world, such as the magic carpet popular in Central Asia and Southeast Asia, and the flying broom that is especially loved by French nobles. Carriage, Mr. Zhang said that in his hometown, there are quite a few people who step on flying swords to go to the sky. Anyway, the shape doesn't matter, there are countless things that can fly.

Of course, the speed of the shuttle is not as fast as the broom, but it is more stable and comfortable. Even if the price is a little more expensive, the shuttle for both sea and air is almost a must-have means of transportation for Icelandic wizard families.

Icelandic wizards like sea parrots, the naive little flying potatoes. The most famous hotel is sea parrots, and the most famous restaurant is also sea parrots. The name of this shuttle is White Tenon GX1990.

After all, sea parrots are so popular because Icelanders like to eat this little guy, and things that have nothing to do with eating naturally don't have their share.

Shuttle through the sky with a magic pointer similar to a navigator, the shuttle with invisibility magic can fly freely anywhere, except that it is best not to go directly over the Muggle city, there is no other redundant limits.

The shuttle that can lie on their backs can even make people sleep happily in it. After about two hours of flying, a deserted ice field appeared in front of them.

This is a glacier area that will not thaw in summer. At least in 1992, the world has not started to warm up. The glaciers here are still the same. In this desolate and uninhabited place covered with snow, you can experience the most primitive nature. beauty.

"Don't lose the door key, and Teacher LeMay's portable alchemy stickers. There are many blue holes here, but the places that are often visited by wizards are a little tasteless. The place we went to, Teacher LeMay, is in 200 I came here once a year ago, and he raised a group of Shivana’s Smurfs here, and their living environment was relatively harsh. At that time, Mr. Lemay couldn’t build a habitat suitable for them, but now he can.”

Ron drove the flying shuttle to lower the altitude slowly, "The teacher is too lazy to go back to this icy and snowy place, so I'll take them back to his zoo by the way this time."

The arrow of the compass pointer has already pointed downward, and the eternal permafrost is a bit harder than steel. In the past 200 years, there has been little change here.

Retracting the flying shuttle, stepped on the knee-deep soft snow, and then walked up a frozen river for tens of meters. Following the guidance of the pointer, Ron put his hand on the ice in a forest. above the wall.

A gleam of blue magic shimmered, and the collapsed entrance instantly turned into countless fine pieces of ice scattered on the ground, and a wide entrance enough for ten people to walk side by side appeared in front of their eyes.

It is almost noon now, and although the sun is hard to bring enough heat, the bright light still gives the place an unparalleled beauty.

The white and bluish ice layer refracts a dazzling clear blue light in the sun. This cave, which seems to be carved out of blue crystal, has no trace of artificial processing, and it is anti-squeaky from ski boots. It seems to be a blasphemy to this place. In this mysterious place carved out by natural miracles, the two who had just stepped into it were instantly shocked by the dreamlike beauty and lost their voices. (Here is the picture)

Walking carefully from the entrance that is not narrow, the S-shaped road becomes more spacious as you go in, the ice crystal blue gradually turns to dark blue, just like the mysterious sea, where time is frozen, Save the memories of the past.

The rough gravel stepped on by the feet turned into a fantastic musical instrument, and the soft trampling sound echoed in this silent space, and a mysterious rhythm that no one could understand was played in a secluded place that had not been visited by anyone for a hundred years.

Walking forward several hundred meters carefully and silently, Ron waved his wand lightly and cut through the thick ice wall in front of him. The space that opened up was a frozen lake, which was washed out by a waterfall that was also frozen by frost. Surrounded by ice pools, tightly embraced in his arms. (Here is still a picture)
After clapping their hands lightly, a step made of cut ice stretched down tens of meters, and then landed on the dark blue lake with a hint of faint green.

On the other side across the lake, a trace of mist that still rises in winter gives people a different sense of familiarity, and a faint smell of sulfur is blown by the mild wind here.

They stretched out a magic carpet, then quietly crossed the frozen lake and landed on the side of the frozen lake.

Although if you rise too high, the magic left here by Nicolas May will distort the scene in front of you, turning this place into an ordinary white ice field, but if you fly not so high, you will be able to see this A strange picture of a blind date next to each other.

"Ron."

Sitting on the edge of the magic carpet and looking down, Hermione, who never left her eyes, pulled Ron's sleeve.

"Let's buy this place. I want to build a hanging house on the cliff over there. I can also ask Neville to help find some bright and hardy plants. We can build a garden there. Want to tie a long swing under that ledge"

Hermione murmured, and she leaned against Ron, as if a fantasy paradise that belonged to her and belonged to him appeared in her eyes.

"Of course, of course."

Ron grabbed Hermione's shoulders and held her gently in his arms.

"I even thought of the name of the child"

"What's that called?"

"Wait!" Hermione, who immediately reacted, bit her lip and looked up at Ron, "Who wants to have a baby with you?"

"Woo~" She let out a lovely sob, and all the words that could not be uttered were melted in this wonderful place where time was frozen.

(End of this chapter)