Time is something that is super fast in retrospect, so if Xingke was asked to recall his life now, he would feel very helpless, because the more he recalled, the more he discovered that it was like changing from the outline of a novel to an outline.

I don't think it's actually that long.

In the few weeks from receiving the notice to the start of school, Xingji still lived lazily and was still addicted to studying.

Just like that, school started in a blink of an eye.

Since it was forbidden to apparate to go to school, Xingke arrived at Station 9 and Three-Quarters early and occupied a seat early.

He hates crowds. It's not a young man's temper, nor is it a mysophobia that he can't bear. It's just a simple dislike. Since you have plenty of time, why should you make trouble for yourself? Why don't you just sit in your seat and watch for a while?

About the book?

Then the little wizards got on the train one after another, and the train suddenly became lively. Some knew each other, some did not know each other, they were enemies of each other, they shared snacks with each other, they were looking for their lost pets...

It's noisy and endless. You know, this generation of young people in the British wizarding world are all concentrated on this train. Although not all, 99% of them are here.

The seniors who founded the magic school were truly geniuses, and they almost controlled the lifeblood of the magic world.

"Hehe...I was a little evil."

"Are you listening to me again?" The little girl sitting opposite Xingke had been asking him various questions at some unknown time.

"Okay, ma'am. Where did we just come from?"

The little girl looked a little angry because she was the only one talking just now. But she endured it.

"Is that your wand? Why is it so big?"

"It's normal that you don't understand. This was actually the standard equipment for mages hundreds of years ago."

"Is that so?" The little girl was confused.

"To put it simply, my magic power is too strong. An ordinary wand that is only as long as an arm will explode."

"Are you kidding?" the little girl looked unbelieving. "Are you more powerful than Dumbledore?"

"Well, that's hard to say."

"You must be bragging, why don't you demonstrate it to me."

"It's not impossible. I'm going to give a special performance today. But you have to ask me to read quietly."

Xing Ji watched the train pull out of the station and headed towards the wilderness. He agreed casually.

"Hmph, let's see what you can do." said the little girl who seemed to be particularly confident in her common sense.

Xingke sighed, slowly stood up and opened the window next to him.

The speed of the steam train is not very fast, and the breeze that enters the train is very comfortable.

Looking at the rare clear sky in England, Xingji pointed one section of his 1.7-meter-long staff towards the sky.

"Just wish everyone a happy start to school, fireworks phantom Hanabi"

Suddenly, a thunder exploded in the sky, alarming everyone in the car, but sparks of light, which traveled faster than sound, filled the sky first. It was obviously a good weather with the sun in the sky, but the sunshine seemed to last for an instant.

It seemed to have been hidden, and only the fireworks that exploded one after another remained in the sky.

It really feels like celebrating the beginning of school for these children.

For three whole minutes, almost everyone was immersed in this beautiful illusion.

Every child stupidly raised their head to look at the sky outside the window. Even the wizard reserve team had never seen such a brilliant performance.

This is how the little wizards cheered for a long time after the fireworks show.

Looking at the little girl who was gradually coming back to her senses, Xing Ke looked at her with a mischievous smile and said:

"How is it, madam. Are you satisfied with the performance?"

"Wow! This is so amazing." Sparks of curiosity gradually ignited in the little girl's eyes: "Is this your original magic? I have never heard of anyone using such magic. This magic can be taught

me?"

"Madam, calm down. Didn't you tell me? My magic power is relatively strong. That's why it has this effect. Although I can teach you this magic, you can only explode a spark as big as a palm."

"Oh, sorry. But that's okay. This magic is so cool. How did you do it? And can you tell me your name?"

"Okay, I knew you wouldn't calm down that easily. Guise, Gisfogo Cavendish (hereinafter omitted)"

"Nice to meet you, Giss Illyasviel Einzbern. Just call me Illya. Then can you tell me what that man who has never heard of the spell means..."

Talkative, this is Xingke's first impression of this girl. She may have forgotten the agreement to keep quiet. Xingke thought about this while complaining about why this Illya is not a silver-haired lolita, while having a date.

He answered her question without any reply. Apart from her appearance and vitality, this girl is really not cute at all.

The afternoon passed quietly like this. The train also slowly arrived at its destination——

Hohenheim Academy of Magic.

Huh? Think I made a typo? No, no, you read that right.

I never said that the magic school was that of Hosworth.

Von Hohenheim Paracelsus

The first alchemist in history, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, the founder of the new era of magic, and the pioneer of magic education.

He has many titles.

This person immediately expressed his admiration.

Hohenheim Magic Academy was founded by him and four students in his later years, together with most of the British aristocrats. It was also the first great reform of magic education. Students of appropriate age were required to enroll and were handed over to the unified management of respected wizards.

Awakened people born in non-magical worlds can get better education and will not be tricked into doing experiments by evil dark wizards.

Purebloods in the magical world can also get a place to exchange magic with their peers, and will not become increasingly gloomy like their ancestors.

The entire school in Hohenheim is managed by four students, divided into four branches and has a Clock Tower as an unifying organization.

The four branches are the brave Gryffindor, the pure-blood Slytherin, the wise Ravenclaw, and the equal Hufflepuff.

The Clock Tower is a group composed of the best in the whole school, or outstanding people with special skills. Regardless of professors or students, regardless of age, they sit down equally, discuss the unity of Hohenheim College, and imitate

The Round Table, which has a place in British history, claims to be derived from the will of Hohenheim and Merlin, to maintain unity and explore magic.

In addition, there are small-scale organizations such as the Quidditch Association, the school newspaper club, the Pure Blood Club, and the Dead Poets Society.

Maybe some dirty hats will be assigned to colleges for this class of freshmen at the opening ceremony.

However, it is evening now, and I must cross the boat with my classmates amidst the various questions that Ilia keeps chattering about, leading to the future campus life.

"Illya, if we have any questions, let's talk about it later?"

"But……"

"Sailiansi"

He pulled Illya, who looked confused but could not say anything, onto the boat docked in front of him.
Chapter completed!