A friendly day at Hogwarts

After confirming the itinerary, Glenn didn't prepare anything too deliberately in the next two days. He just occasionally went to the trading area of ​​the second-hand store to chat for a while as usual, and spent the rest of the time browsing in the family library. Read some ancient books about the Battle of the Fence and the life of Merlin.

Because the history is so long, the records of that legend in the book are not very detailed, and there are even many inconsistencies in the content.

According to records in many historical books, the era of King Arthur was around the fifth to sixth centuries AD, which was 500 years ago.Merlin is the court wizard who trained and assisted King Arthur to create a legend.

But according to records in other ancient books, including the welcome words commonly used by Slytherin prefects, Merlin became a member of Slytherin House.

Something is obviously not right about this.

As we all know, Hogwarts College was founded by the Four Giants 1000 years ago, between the ninth and tenth centuries AD.In other words, even if Merlin is the first student of Slytherin, he is at most a character from that period, which is a full 500 years later than the Arthurian era in other history books.

Glenn was confused and reluctantly closed the antique thick book in his hand.It seems that if you want to truly know the true circumstances of that period of history, you may have to ask Merlin or Queen Morgana in person...

After glancing at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was almost the same time as Dumbledore agreed, Glenn stopped worrying, stood up, stretched, and went back to his room to change into something comfortable.

He didn't need to carry too many things with him. Apart from the spare wand, he hesitated and took the pocket silver two-handed sword that Morgana had given him two years ago.

Arriving at the front hall of the wand shop, Dumbledore had just walked in.He changed into another robe today and put on a traveling cloak.

"Are you ready, Glenn?" he said with a smile, "it's almost time for us to go."

"That's almost it, Professor." Glenn nodded, "By the way, do we need to prepare some food and water? After all, according to Gamp..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted with a smile: "Gamp's basic transformation law, right? Don't worry, I believe there is no shortage of food in the ruins, otherwise Caradoc wouldn't be able to persist for so many years, right?" "

"Right."

"But I also asked the house elves at Hogwarts to prepare some delicious food in case you are not used to it." Dumbledore took out a small box from his pocket, "All it takes is an amplification spell, and then Just open them. But there’s no way to keep them fresh, so I suggest you eat them as soon as possible.”

Glenn took the box and put it in his pocket.

"Be safe." Old Ollivander told him, patting Glenn's shoulder gently.

Although his tone was calm, his eyes could not hide the deep concern.

"Okay. Then it's time for us to set off." Dumbledore said, "Don't worry, Garrick, I will try my best to protect Glenn's safety."

Glenn smiled at his grandfather and reached out to hold Dumbledore's arm.

Then there was a soft sound and the familiar squeezing feeling. The scene in front of him changed rapidly, and in an instant he came to an open space on the top of a hill.

The terrain here is relatively flat. In the distance, you can vaguely see the farms and roads built by Muggles. A not-so-wide river meanders past the two of them.

"This is..." Glenn asked casually.

"Cornwall, Carmel River." Dumbledore pointed to a stone bridge on the small river. "According to the locals, this bridge is called Slaughter Bridge."

"Slaughter..." Glenn frowned slightly. The meaning of this word means killing, or massacre. "It sounds like the war situation back then seemed very tragic."

"Maybe." Dumbledore said calmly, "I wonder if you have noticed that this area, except for the place under our feet, has been cultivated into farms by Muggles?"

"You mean, this is the entrance to the ruins?" Glenn looked around and asked.

Dumbledore nodded: "Close your eyes and try. Can you feel the magic fluctuations here?"

Glenn followed Dumbledore's instructions and tried to sense his surroundings.

With the magical perception ability given by the system, Glenn quickly noticed the difference between here and the surroundings.Among the chaotic magic elements, a few less obvious sky-blue silk threads are linked to each other, outlining the image of a flag. On top of the flag, three golden crowns slowly emerge.

"Is this...King Arthur's flag?" Glenn opened his eyes and asked softly.

"That's right!" A hint of surprise appeared on Dumbledore's face, "You are indeed very talented in insight, faster than I thought."

"Thank you, Professor." Glenn felt a little embarrassed. After all, he actually cheated a little by relying on the system. "What do we need to do next?"

"Try to communicate with that flag and see if it will give any feedback." Dumbledore said, "It was when I was communicating with that flag that I felt the seal's resistance to me."

Hearing this, Glenn closed his eyes again, stretched out a finger in the magic element, and lightly touched the flag.

The flag moved slightly.

Then,

An irresistible force came from his fingertips, as if someone had grabbed his hand and pulled hard.

The sound of howling wind passed by Glenn's ears, and all magical elements, including the flag, disappeared at the same time in an instant, leaving only darkness.

Glenn subconsciously opened his eyes, only to find that Dumbledore, who was so close at hand, had disappeared, and the surrounding scenery was completely different from before.

Although the terrain seems to be the same as before, the cultivated farm fields and Muggle roads in the distance no longer exist, turning into a wilderness, and even the winding Carmel River is much wider.

"Professor?" Glenn asked as he looked around.

There was no response, and there was silence.

Could it be that he has entered the ruins of the sword fence battlefield?

This idea had just emerged, but what happened in the next moment left him no time to think about it anymore——

A tall figure appeared in front of Glenn at some point.The figure was riding a tall horse, wearing heavy chain armor, and a medieval Celtic helmet on his head. His face could not be seen clearly.

The war horse raised its front hooves high and stepped down hard towards Glenn.

The knight on horseback also raised the giant ax in his hand high, and the ax blade shone coldly in the sunlight.

"Fuck???"