"Yes, Ancient Greece was a glorious era in the History of Magic."
In the staff common room, a lively discussion was underway.
"Whether it was Atlantis, the grandest Wizarding settlement in history, or Athens Academy, a Wizarding academy, all prove this point," Professor Flitwick said.
Howl nodded in agreement, "That era was glorious, but what I'm curious about is whether Atlantis was truly a giant safe house, and if ordinary people knew about the existence of Wizards."
As he spoke, he took a sip of black tea. The black tea provided by Professor Sprout was the best he had tasted since arriving here.
Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment. He sat no lower than the others, his special chair having a protruding footrest in mid-air.
He shook his head and said, "Currently, there is no accurate answer to this question, and two mainstream theories exist. I discussed this with Bathilda Bagshot decades ago.
She believes that the Muggle s of that era knew about the existence of Wizards. Because of Ancient Greece's tradition of worshipping deities, Wizards at that time weren't overly secretive.
And the other theory is Professor Binns's."
As he spoke, Professor Flitwick pointed to the old ghost resting on a bench nearby.
"This theory comes from Plato's 'Dialogues.' In the book, Plato refers to Atlantis as a ruined city.
From this, Atlantis seems to have only become widely known after being recorded by Plato. This also indirectly suggests that the Muggle s of that time did not know about Atlantis, let alone Wizards."
"Hmm… yes, that's my theory," a dry, ethereal voice echoed. "After Atlantis was submerged by a flood and sank to the bottom of the sea, some people chose to seek other paths and established Athens Academy. Some continued to engage in magic work within Atlantis.
Well, as you know, Wizards are not very concerned about underwater environments; a little magic can achieve that."
"What about that great flood back then?"
"I don't know. The ocean's currents buried Atlantis, and the currents of history also buried the truth!" Professor Binns sighed, shaking his head.
Howl watched Professor Binns repeatedly shake his head at Professor Sprout, suddenly finding it hard to suppress a laugh, and changed the subject.
After chatting for quite a while longer, they concluded their afternoon tea conversation.
Professor Flitwick and Howl got along very well. Howl had just learned that Professor Flitwick used to be a dueling champion.
Not the ceremonial duels of self-proclaimed noble families, but real duels.
"Seriously, Jones. Come for a drink tomorrow night, Three Broomsticks Pub. Everyone will be there. Oh, by the way, I heard you're living in the Shrieking Shack."
"Of course, what time tomorrow night? Yes, I'm currently living in the Shrieking Shack. Feel free to visit."
"I will," Professor Flitwick said with a smile. "Tomorrow night after dinner, let's go have a drink. This chat wasn't satisfying enough, but unfortunately, I need to prepare for the evening's club activities."
"There are clubs too?" Howl and Professor Flitwick walked down the corridor.
"Yes, many Professors with free time don't mind starting a club. It gives children who want to go further an opportunity to learn. Professor McGonagall also has a Transfiguration club."
"I see." Howl nodded and parted ways with Professor Flitwick.
The Wizarding World has no basic pre-school education, nor does it have higher education. It has neither completely abandoned the ancient Wizarding apprenticeship system nor fully evolved.
It seems… neither here nor there.
No wonder these Professors wanted to establish clubs.
Of course, his previous world wasn't much better.
The Wizarding system in that world was that people could send their children to Wizards to serve as apprentice laborers. Once the child had a certain foundation in their apprenticeship, they could take the Royal magic Academy entrance exam.
The Royal magic Academy covered magic secondary and higher education. Some could even become apprentices to Court Wizards.
He and Hal were both like this, disciples of the Court Wizardess Suliman.
Never mind…
Howl walked downstairs, shaking his head helplessly. Since he had been idle, his recent memories had increased significantly…
Walking downstairs to the Great Hall, he moved through the crowd and quickly heard news about Harry.
Not bad at all…
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
As for the forces behind those people, in his opinion, it was not as good as going home to study the magic paintings…
From Anna's mouth, he already knew how to complete the magic painting autobiography.
He learned a very important name from the girl's mouth.
That is, the "Claude" mentioned in the book.
At first, Howl thought this was just a Nameless. Until Anna said his full name.
"Claude Monet"
Combining the information contained in the fragmented text, he quickly pinpointed what happened to Sebastian Hedlund in 1872 through time and location.
Leaving the Wizarding World, intending to change, he encountered Monet, as well as Sisley, Manet, Renoir, and others in Le Havre, a port in northwest France.
He personally witnessed the birth of "Impression, Sunrise"…
While thinking about completing the content of the incomplete book, he quickly walked to the Shrieking Shack.
Except for the very first time, he hadn't used Apparition between the two locations since. The Castle was not far from here, so it was like taking a walk.
Pushing open the door, he was greeted by the familiar warm room.
"You're finally back!" Lucifer said quickly.
Howl walked inside and soon noticed that the scenery outside the window had stopped moving, indicating that the Castle was now stationed somewhere.
"What happened?"
"We encountered a black tower, well… calling it a Castle wouldn't be an exaggeration, it should be from the Wizarding World," Lucifer said.
Howl frowned slightly, closed the door, and twisted the handle.
With a click, on the suspended disk, the pointer aligned with the green side.
"By the way, where are we now?"
"Austria. We crossed Germany earlier, didn't we?!"
Howl's heart skipped a beat, then he opened the door and nodded.
"Okay, I'm going out to take a look."
The scenery here was completely different from Hogwarts just now. The sky was gloomy, dead grass leaves drifted on the ground, and Moonlight Fortress was now perched on a cliff.
A gust of wind blew, Howl adjusted his felt hat, the ring on his hand quickly flashed with a glow, and then the hat was fixed, its brim constantly fluttering.
In front of him, a black tall tower, built against the cliff, stood there.
Howl slowly paced and walked over.
He already vaguely knew where this place was.
However, what was surprising was… there was no protection here at all?!
A few minutes later, he slowly arrived at the front of the tall tower.
Walking past the walls that had already turned into ruins, he stopped at the steps of the main gate.
He looked up and saw a passage inscribed above the main gate.
"For the Greater Good!"
The text about the monthly awakening of Stand abilities in Konoha, the collision of two worldviews, is very interesting.