Hogwarts Summoning Guide

The Supreme Council's summons was swift. Although it still carried a hint of arrogance from those in power, Bai Lin could already sense their panic and helplessness. Had this great magical nation with its five-thousand-year history become so weak? Bai Lin, filled with questions, teleported to the summons location.

This is a very Western-style building, resembling an opera house in appearance. It seems to be a relic from the war era. Bai Lin was teleported here using the key, but he couldn't determine which city he was in, or even whether he was still in the Eastern territory, which shows the caution of the Supreme Council.

A small magical fortress was built underground. Several people were sitting in the dark hall. Although Yuqian and Qiqi were fighting to protect the East, they had no right to enter the fortress.

Bai Lin thought he was going to be suppressed, but he soon saw the other person being received—a tall, handsome young man, no more than thirty years old, wearing a well-tailored white combat uniform with two lifelike mythical beasts embroidered on his chest, a dragon and a tiger.

The young man was slightly taken aback when he saw Bai Lin, then nodded politely as a greeting, but Bai Lin could still see the hidden hostility in his eyes.

The magical lamps in the hall were lit, and Bai Lin finally saw the elderly men sitting on the platform. They were withered and their faces were solemn. Judging from their age, they were all mages who had survived the war years. Perhaps they were once heroes who dominated the world, but now perhaps only wisdom could help the Eastern magic community.

The old man in the middle said, "Perhaps I should say something polite, but I really don't feel like it anymore... We old men are the standing committee members of the Eastern Magic Management Committee. Outside, we're called the Supreme Committee. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously."

Bai Lin was somewhat surprised. The old men were more approachable than he had imagined, like the grandfathers next door. The only person he had ever felt this way about before was Dumbledore.

The old man continued, "For hundreds of years, the West has been trying to destroy the Eastern magic world. Of course, they have never truly succeeded, and they will inevitably fail in the future... Even with decades of peace, some evil forces have brought this confrontation back into reality, but we old men are no longer able to go to the battlefield..."

He pointed to the dark stone walls around him and said, "This barrier is not to protect us old bones who are about to die, but to protect the cultural heritage of the East over thousands of years, knowledge... art... the soul of the nation..."

He seemed lost in thought, until the old man sitting next to him gently nudged him, and then he continued, "Among the younger generation, there are some outstanding ones, Zhang Xuanyi, Yan Nishuang... oh, and this young man surnamed Bai..."

The old man waved his hand slightly, and two golden objects flew down from the platform. The two men reached out and caught them, discovering that they were gold plaques engraved with many seal characters.

"Yan Yatou has not returned, but this battle is of utmost urgency. The Eastern Magic Management Committee has granted you the position of supervisors. With your gold tokens, you two can mobilize the combat forces of all magic execution departments within the Eastern territory. You must stop those golden-haired devils..." the old man said.

Zhang Xuan knelt on one knee, cupped his hands, and accepted the order, saying, "Longhu Mountain will certainly live up to your trust and repel the Western Barbarians from beyond the borders!" Bai Lin then realized that he was a descendant of the orthodox Eastern Taoist sect—the Zhengyi School of Longhu Mountain—and should be the captain of another combat team. He had originally planned to conduct an exercise with Yan Nishuang's team, and was engrossed in reading Chapter 371, "Taking on a Critical Mission," unable to tear himself away. Now it seemed they were going straight into actual combat.

Bai Lin stuffed the gold medal into his pocket and said, "Let's skip the formalities... Actually, I'm not very familiar with the structure and division of labor within the Eastern Magic Execution Department, so there's no need to use the branch's resources... Although I'm used to being laid-back, I also know the principle that everyone has a responsibility for the fate of the nation. Let's be direct. I only need teleportation access to all potentially attacked locations within the Eastern territory. If they dare to come, I'll make sure they don't leave alive!"

Zhang Xuanyi didn't expect Bai Lin to be even more arrogant than him. His competitive spirit surged up, and he was about to say something that was no less impressive than Bai Lin's when suddenly the entire hall was filled with the long, piercing sound of police sirens.

The elders exchanged glances; they had all received warning messages: the Execution Department in Songjiang had been attacked, and the attackers had broken through the outer magical barrier.

The old man on the left exclaimed anxiously, "It's Songjiang! They really aren't hiding anything anymore!"

Another elderly man angrily shouted, "This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Zhang Xuan stood up abruptly and said, "Don't worry, seniors, I'll set off immediately!"

The old man in the middle sighed slightly, took a string of beads off his wrist and tossed it over. Zhang Xuan was about to catch it when Bai Lin intercepted it with a wave of his hand.

The old man said, "The FlyNet is unsafe and has been completely shut down. Use this to sense all the teleportation anchor points of the Execution Department. Let's go together! If we don't win this time, the Eastern magic world is in danger!"

Bai Lin fiddled with the beads in his hand, only to find out with embarrassment that he didn't know how to use it. Zhang Xuanyi was a little annoyed, but he suppressed his anger and "politely" grabbed one end of the string of beads with Bai Lin and activated the Phantom Shift.

Bai Lin remained calm and composed. When he emerged from the teleportation channel, he realized it was already night outside. The scenery before him was completely unfamiliar, seemingly a small town that blended Chinese and Western architecture. But when he turned his head, he saw some familiar building outlines in the distance. He had arrived in the outskirts of Songjiang.

Most spell enforcement departments employ concealment magic, constructing their offices and the mages' living quarters within a rift space, much like Diagon Alley. This isolates the mages' daily activities from ordinary people, preventing interference. However, this method has its advantages and disadvantages. The downside is that under the influence of powerful detection magic or certain magical artifacts, this rift space can be locked. In the current wartime situation, this would undoubtedly be telling the enemy, "I have a rift space here. Guess if I'm the location of the Eastern Spell Enforcement Department?"

Bai Lin had just stood still when he heard a rapid alarm. Immediately afterward, the ground shook slightly, as if a heavy construction vehicle had crashed into the exterior wall of a building.

"Listen up, you people inside! We are from the International Magic Inspection Bureau. We suspect you are researching evil viral weapons. You have ten minutes to surrender, or we will take necessary control measures against you!" A voice came from afar, but everyone in the town could hear it clearly. Although it was spoken in English, Bai Lin could tell it was pronounced with American English, and he couldn't help but grin.

These blond devils are addicted to acting. They're clearly invading, but they act like they're so righteous, finding some fabricated crime to frame them. In reality, it's all just petty scheming and bullying.

"You go first, I'll go first?" Bai Lin pointed to a direction in the darkness. Although the other party made a sound, he had been hiding his true location, but how could that hide from Bai Lin's eyes?