Chapter 198: Castle among the mountains

A huge moving island rushes in the North Sea.
If you get closer, you can find...this is not actually an island, but a whale with a huge head. Where the whale swims, waves are thrown up.
An oil tanker in the North Sea seemed to have passed by the whale; the waves raised by the whale even splashed onto the tanker’s deck.
But the sailors on the deck didn't realize it at all. They didn't realize that there was a behemoth less than a hundred yards away from them.
In addition, a boy was lying on the back of a whale, basking in the sun.
Jon Hart looked carefully at the small box in his hand.
Its shape is a regular octahedron, the whole body exudes silver light; the mass is very light, the texture is very messy, Jon suspects that it can be opened with a dagger.
All eight sides are sealed, and there are no hints on them, such as "I opened it when xx".
Jon used a few spells on it, but it didn't work. He simply gave up and threw the silver box into his pocket.
After returning to Hogwarts, go ask Dumbledore.
Getting up again, Jon began to look at the surrounding scenery.
The endless ocean is actually nothing good.
Leviathan is the transportation tool for Durmstrang students to and from the campus, which is equivalent to the Hogwarts express train; of course, they will use that ghost ship when they are officially visiting. After all, a big whale may Scare others.
Jon was still curious about traveling on a giant whale; so when Professor Vance asked him if he wanted to take Leviathan to France, he agreed without hesitation.
It's a pity that this trip was quite interesting at first, but over time, the monotonous scenery made it seem boring.
Fortunately, Leviathan was swimming very smoothly, and Jon did not experience seasickness or seasickness...
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After a few hours of drifting at sea, the distant continent became clearer and clearer.
Jon quickly packed everything on Leviathan's back, and then...
Suddenly, he felt the huge whale being thrown by him, and then Jon was thrown into the sea by the tail of the whale.
Jon was caught off guard, flopped and drank several mouthfuls of salt water.
Fortunately, the sea water is buoyant, he struggled to emerge from the water, used a bubble head curse...then swam awkwardly to the shore.
I found a place where there were no people and landed, looked at the soaked clothes on my body, and then at the little black spot on the sea level.
"Is this stupid fish not willing to give away any more?" Jon said helplessly.
But it is also understandable. After all, Leviathan is so big, if you swim a little further to the shore, you may be stranded on the shore; this old fish spirit who has lived for thousands of years will definitely not make such a mistake.
"Then it won't give some hints?" Jon looked at the sea, looking at himself embarrassed.
Such a look, if seen by the French, he would definitely think that he was smuggled here.
No, it seems that I really came here illegally...
After cleaning the clothes with a cleaning spell, Jon looked for a few travelers on the beach and asked where they were.
Jon was fluent in French, and the Frenchmen answered his questions enthusiastically; on the contrary, if he was in English, the other party might roll his eyes and leave immediately.
His current location is the port of Dunkirk in northern France.
And Boothbarton is located in the Pyrenees... It is in the south of France, on the border between France and Spain.
Jon first went to Lille from Dunkirk, where he exchanged francs and rested all night.
The next day, he took a train to Pau, the capital of the Pyrenees province in southern France.
The birthplace of the Bourbon dynasty, the summer city in French history, and the place to go to Boothbarton School of Magic.
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At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Jon Hart arrived at his destination.
A seemingly ordinary horse farm, several people dressed as horsemen are busy inside.
At the same time, horses of various colors are running on the grass... everything is no different.
Jon looked around curiously as he walked in.
When he walked to a tent, a hand suddenly stretched out from the tent and pulled him in.
It was a witch in a silk robe who pulled Jon into the tent.
"Student?" She asked a little harshly.
"Yes, I'm a freshman..." Jon quickly took out the letter from Durmstrand from his pocket and handed it to the stern witch.
The witch read the letter again, and the expression on her face eased.
"Transfer students from Durmstrang?" The witch said gently: "Is it an early report, right? Come with me!"
The witch took out the magic wand and tapped three times on a flying horse-shaped pattern at the entrance of the tent.
Then she went out.
Jon followed the witch and walked out of the tent again.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed...It was also a horse farm, but the horses were no longer the ordinary horses I saw before, but the golden flying horses with silver mane and red eyes.
Boothbatten’s rune horse, which was the same flying horse that used to pull a carriage to Hogwarts.
However, the size of those flying horses is much larger than the ones here.
The witch took Jon to a rune horse and untied its reins.
"Have you ever rode a flying broomstick?" she asked softly.
Jon nodded.
"It's the same as riding a broomstick!" The witch motioned to Jon to climb up: "It will send you to Boothbatton!"
Jon was stunned before climbing onto the saddle.
"If you are afraid, hug it by the neck." The witch reminded.
Before Jon could answer, the rune had already slammed and took off.
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Now ~EbookFREE.me~ on Pegasus' back, Jon ascends into the sky.
The horse farm below is getting smaller and smaller until it becomes the size of a matchbox.
Jon hugged the rune horse's neck tightly, not daring to move.
The Pegasus traversed one mountain after another...Riding on it was similar to riding on a eagle-headed horse-winged beast, which was much more comfortable than riding a flying broomstick.
The rolling hills inlaid on the horizon reflect the glittering golden light under the shining of the setting sun, and they look exceptionally magnificent, like a beautiful oil painting.
In the distance, something is getting closer.
It is a mountain.
To be precise, it is a mountain in an inverted triangle, hanging upside down in the sky.
Among the mountains, the beautiful French castle, on the "mountain", looks extremely dazzling.
Yes, Boothbarton, it was built on a floating city in the Pyrenees between the peaks.