Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Half an hour later, the representatives carefully read the contents of the Modern Magic Alliance Treaty twice.

Everyone frowned, as if they had encountered some huge problem.

Nothing else, the conditions were too harsh.

At first, they thought it was an agreement similar to the International Confederation of Wizards, creating a loose alliance to help each other.

If that was the case, no matter who it was, they would be happy to accept it.

As long as Lawrence's banner was there, at least the God Realm would be afraid, and the ancient wizards from other small secret realms would also be cautious.

There would be less trouble.

But after reading a whole book of rules and regulations, they found that it was not what they thought.

The rules here are even stricter than the laws of their Ministry of Magic.

Of course, their laws are for ordinary wizards in the country, while this alliance treaty is for the Ministry of Magic of each country.

Not only must they unconditionally obey the orders of the president of the alliance, but they must also hand over a certain share of funds to the headquarters every year.

Who can be the president, and who is in charge of the headquarters?

Isn't it Lawrence?

"Mr. Lawrence, this treaty is too harsh, isn't it?" A representative gritted his teeth and said, "I can understand paying dues, but why does the president have command over the Ministry of Magic and can issue decrees over the minister?"

"Is this to interfere in the internal affairs of the Ministry of Magic of various countries?"

"The internal affairs of "930"?" Wayne looked at him puzzledly after drinking the butter beer, "After joining the alliance, everyone is one. Since it is the rules of the alliance, you don't want to abide by them, then what is the point of joining?"

"But..." The man blushed and wanted to say that we just want you to help stop the invasion of ancient wizards and the divine realm, and we didn't let you unify the world.

But he couldn't say such shameless words after all.

Not only him, but also the wizards present here who are well-known think so in their hearts, but they must not show their cards openly.

The young man chuckled, "Aberforth, give me two more butterbeers. My mouth is too dry today. Damn the weather."

"Got it." A muffled groan came from the kitchen.

While he was preparing, Wayne looked at the representatives of the Ministry of Magic again, "I don't want to form a loose parliament like the International Confederation of Wizards, but a magic alliance that can exert its full strength."

"Faced with the powerful divine domain and the number of ancient wizards whose number is still unknown, if you continue to disperse, you will only end up being defeated one by one. There is no other possibility."

He stretched out two fingers, "Either... become part of the alliance, or be controlled by those outsiders, choose for yourself."

The matter is too big, and they can't make the decision, and it is likely that they will not succeed this time.

Because these countries have not been pushed to the last step.

Perhaps his act of destroying the angel realm scared those little cuties,He has been much more honest recently, but this situation cannot last long.

The ancient wizards who have both strength and numbers will not watch a group of weak people occupy high positions. The conflict between the two sides will only become more and more intense.

At that time, it will not be Wayne who will be anxious, but the Ministry of Magic.

After these people left, Aberforth came out with Wayne's butter beer and his own rum.

"At such a young age, why are you so concerned about power." Aberforth sat opposite Wayne, "With your strength, it's too easy to live freely. There's no need to wade into this muddy water."

"You old man have lived for so many years in vain." Wayne smiled and clinked glasses with him.

"Power has too many benefits. It's like a cake. If you don't want it, others will take it away. When you want to eat it, it's gone."

"Then I won't eat cake, but my fried fish."

Wayne shook his head. "I may not like cake, but I can't starve to death, nor can I give it to others for nothing."

"What's good about being a hermit?"

"Isn't it comfortable for me?" Aberforth used himself as an example.

"Then let's talk about your brother." Wayne also gave an example, "His reputation spread throughout the wizarding world, but so what? Fudge can get rid of him if he wants, and he can be disgusted by sending Umbridge to make him unable to eat for three days."

"Unless he wants to be a dark wizard and get rid of Umbridge directly, otherwise, under the formal channels, Dumbledore must act according to the law no matter how famous he is."

"What is that? Isn't that the rules of the game set by those in power?"

Aberforth was still unconvinced, "It's because he covets the position of headmaster. If he has no desires, Fudge can't do anything to him."

"What about Ariana?" Wayne whispered, and Aberforth's face changed.

"If you had the power I have now, would Ariana's living environment be better? Wouldn't your father have to bear the hatred of Azkaban because of revenge?"

Aberforth was speechless.

He thought about it carefully, and there was nothing wrong with what Wayne said.

If Ariana was Wayne's sister, others would not have time to curry favor with her, let alone bully her...

"Forget it, I can't argue with you." In the end, he could only drink a sip of wine in a depressed mood.

Seeing that he couldn't afford to lose, Wayne curled his lips and drank two glasses of butter beer before leaving the Hog's Head.

No matter how hard he worked now, there would be no voice against him in the world in the future.

So, everything was worth it.

After leaving the Hog's Head, Wayne came to the old place - the isolated island where he had broken through.

Summoning the dimensional altar, he excitedly placed the two pseudo-legendary angels on the left and right sides of the center of the altar.

I hope these two dead guys will know what's good for them and help him open a suitable world, otherwise Wayne guaranteesExterminate their faith from the next generation.

Before starting the sacrifice, he first tried his luck with a hundred consecutive draws.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and the worst guaranteed golden magic stone, Wayne nodded with satisfaction.

This is called a cushion knife. The worse your luck is now, the more you will burst out at once when you open the altar, and get a perfect world.

What?

What if it is shipped?

That means that he is lucky today. If he doesn't sacrifice now, when will he sacrifice? (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Standing under the altar, Wayne began to chant prayers, and from time to time he made some strange movements, like dancing, and like imitating some creatures.

He didn't want to do this, but the ritual from the dimensional altar was so perverted.

This is why he chose to sacrifice on the isolated island. It's too shameful.

There is no one here, just right for him to go crazy.

After singing and dancing for two and a half minutes, the altar finally responded.

The blood light burst out from the two pseudo-legends, shot to a height of tens of meters, and was blocked by an invisible protective shield, gradually dyeing the protective shield blood-red.

After a while, the blood light was restrained by the altar again, and the sky changed, with strong winds, lightning and thunder.

After dancing the last move and uttering the last divine sound, Wayne finally stopped and walked onto the altar.

At this time, the altar had changed its appearance. The original stone table had turned into a distorted and blurred space vortex. Wayne could not see through the situation on the opposite side at all.

Using the mind to ask the dimensional altar, the answer he got was only one - go and see for yourself.

Wayne had to fill up all the artifacts and buffs until he was fully armed, then he took a deep breath and jumped into the vortex.....

In just a moment, he had arrived in another world.

Wayne opened his eyes, looked around and just wanted to recite a poem.

Ocean, you are all water.

Yes, he came to a world with only ocean. Standing on the water and looking around, except for the sky, there was ocean. []

"System, where did this broken altar throw me? Didn't I just silently recite the world related to magic?"

Wayne, who originally just complained and didn't expect to get a reply, got an unexpected surprise.

[The host has been detected to go to the other dimension world. The system is scanning... The scan is complete. ]

[Dear host, you are currently in the water element plane of the sub-plane. This plane is a pure elemental plane. There are no flesh and blood creatures, only elemental creatures. 】

[It is recommended that the honorable host find the element core as soon as possible and become the master of the plane. In addition, in the subsequent sacrifices at the dimensional altar, you will most likely obtain the space channels of the three elemental planes of fire, wind, and earth. When you control the four planes and merge them with the main plane to form a subsidiary plane, your main plane will evolve again and be enough to accommodate pseudo-god-level strongmen. 】

Hiss...

Wayne took a breath.

Subsidiary plane, world advancement, is the amount of information so huge?

Looking at the desperate sea level, Wayne stretched out his arm, and in an instant, this calm sea became turbulent, forming a shocking vortex with a diameter of hundreds of miles.

In this world, his inheritance of the Tidecaller Mermaid is even more useful than that of the Darkin Sword Demon. With just a little effort, he can control the entire ocean.

As for the water element creatures mentioned by the system, he just saw it. Dozens of water giants were torn to pieces by the powerful vortex. It seems that they do not have intelligence.

After playing for a while, Wayne exited the water element plane and returned to the main world.

The space vortex that just occupied the entire altar has disappeared, and instead, a stone pillar appeared on the edge of the altar, with azure patterns looming on it.

It is a little different from what he expected, but it is not a loss to find an ownerless world for nothing.

As long as he becomes the master of the water elemental plane, his water magic will become even more powerful in the future.

In addition, the combination of several other elemental planes can also upgrade the world, which is definitely a big profit.

But the problem is that this sacrifice requires four subsidiary planes, which means ten real legendary masters, and he has only got three now.

He is afraid that there are not enough masters on the current 1.4 blue planet for him to kill.

While thinking about the hunting plan, Wayne started the second sacrifice.

Gabriel's body was placed in the middle, with two pseudo-legendary angels on both sides, and Wayne started singing and dancing again.

The space vortex just now appeared again, and Wayne walked in.

This time he opened the fire plane. Unlike the calm water elemental plane, there are many creatures in the fire elemental plane. As soon as he came in, he encountered several hounds made of magma.

Wayne summoned a strong wind to blow them away directly.

After confirming that this was still an ownerless plane, he left with peace of mind and put away the dimensional altar that had two more stone pillars.

Finding the core of the plane is not such a simple matter. To be precise, Wayne has never seen this thing, and he has to go back and look up the information.

There is no relevant record in the angel's treasure house, but there are books about planes in the Netheril Empire in his mall.

The price is not cheap, so Wayne has never bought it.

Now it seems that this money cannot be saved.

Back to school, Wayne completely ignored the changes in the outside world, and his life became regular.

During the day, he occasionally attended classes, and most of the time he spent exploring the two planes and reading books. At night, he allocated his time and accompanied different girls every day.

In this way, before he knew it, time came to the end of the semester. .