Anne Salru and the Magic Circus

After their trip to Stockholm, the three boarded a magic boat prepared by their guide and headed towards Midgard Island.

Unbeknownst to them, a cloud appeared overhead, blocking the bright sunlight and instantly dimming the surroundings, as if shrouded in a thin mist.

Those were the strangest clouds Wizet had ever seen, not only drifting down snowflakes but also casting shimmering, flickering ash.

Moreover, strong winds swept in from high above, mixing snowflakes and ash together, eventually turning them into colorful dust.

These specks of light, like dancing fireflies, would linger in the air for a while, resembling a rainbow, before slowly drifting into the lake and disappearing without a trace.

Xenophilius had clearly done a lot of research for this trip, and he began to describe the strange sights in the sky:

"Long ago, Muggle called the clouds that never dispersed ' the World Tree,' and the light dust that drifted down from the clouds was the so-called Rainbow Bridge."

"Muggle believe that if they can grasp the Rainbow Bridge, they can reach Asgard and become gods. But what gods are there?"

"It's just magic left behind by a powerful wizard. The wizards living here discovered the corresponding ruins and thought the magic was very beautiful, so they have preserved it until now."

Wizet reached out to catch the light dust, but it passed through his palm and floated into the lake, disappearing from his sight.

He suddenly realized that the magic possessed by wizards might have seemed to Muggle in the past to be similar to the miracles of gods.

Wizards like Dumbledore can even make clouds and mist fill an entire city; in some ways, they might really be considered gods.

Although the surroundings became dim, the presence of light dust created a dreamlike and enchanting feeling.

Especially since they have just left the bustling modern city, they can feel the stark contrast.

The small boat swayed and rocked as it moved forward, seemingly intentionally, so that passengers could fully appreciate this unique scenery.

Wizet looked around and suddenly saw a blurry, lonely figure standing on the distant lake.

This is the figure of a woman, dressed in a solemn black robe, with a pointed hat worn at an angle that covers most of her face. Only the exposed skin on her cheeks reveals that the woman is very old.

She was holding a bouquet of flowers, probably white lilies, and her head was slightly bowed, as if she were mourning something.

Then, she threw the white lily in her hand into the lake and watched it slowly sink into the water.

A moment later, seemingly noticing Wizet's gaze, the woman suddenly looked up.

Just as Wizet had expected, it was indeed the face of an old woman.

The two exchanged a glance across the light, and the woman nodded.

A cloud of white mist suddenly spread out, covering the woman's figure before quickly dissipating.

The woman left nothing behind; not even a ripple appeared on the lake's surface. Only the light dust continued to sink into the lake.

If Wizet had seen this scene in her past life, she would probably have thought she was seeing a ghost, with an old woman standing on the lake and then disappearing into a puff of white smoke.

Luna noticed that Wizet was acting strangely and leaned closer to whisper, "What's wrong?"

"I think I saw something..." Wizet rubbed his eyes, "But it disappeared in an instant."

Luna glanced back at the empty lake and asked doubtfully, "Perhaps it was disturbed by the Nargles?"

She reached out and fanned herself near Wizet's ears. "Is that better?"

Seeing Luna's earnest and concerned expression, Wizet smiled and nodded. "Yes, she's in good shape now!"

The small boat moved quickly and soon reached the shore.

The island has dense forests, rolling hills, and ruins that appear and disappear among them.

Even though Muggle-Repelling Charm has been cast here, magic capable of creating illusions will still be added as a precaution.

"Homenum Revelio!" The guide drew his wand and tapped it three times in the air.

A faint white light emanated from the tip of his wand, and as if drawing back curtains, he pulled back the outermost illusion to reveal the wizard village inside.

Time seems to stand still here. The wizard village still retains its medieval architectural style, and they are greeted by a cobblestone road and several houses built of stacked stones.

These houses are very similar to the Weasley family the Burrow; although they look tall and crooked, they show no signs of collapsing at all, but rather are very stable and sturdy.

What attracts the most attention is the tall tent erected in the center of the village, its surface covered with red, yellow and blue stripes, making it particularly eye-catching.

The entrance to the tent was a tall archway, adorned with colorful, fluttering flags. Bright orbs of light around the flags were constantly flashing, creating a lively atmosphere.

At the very top of the archway hangs an even brighter sign that reads: Fantastic Circus.

Just then, a shark head appeared in front of Wizet.

He uttered a muffled yet menacing voice. "If you're interested in... a circus, you absolutely must come... come and take a look!"

Wizet instinctively took a step back, her wand already drawn.

"Cough cough cough... Sorry, I'm just a blood... Blood-Curse Beast." The shark head suddenly disappeared, turning into a short man.

The man was covered in thick paint, dressed like a clown, and his short stature made him look particularly comical.

Even his gait was like this; every step he took was unsteady, as if he hadn't yet gotten used to walking on his feet.

"Here you go, as my compensation... my apology." The clown man opened his palm, revealing a small, cute shark plush toy.

He gently tossed the shark plush toy into the air, and it immediately floated up, circling around Wizet as if swimming in the air.

Hearing those somewhat familiar stuttering words, Wizet looked embarrassed. "I overreacted. Thank you for your gift."

"It's what I...should do," the clown man stammered, shoving a flyer into Wizet.

"We'll be staying here for two more days, and the last day's program will be especially amazing, and it's free! We hope you can come!"

Wizet picked up the flyer, which featured animated pictures and described various magically enhanced circus performances, the most spectacular of which was a shark show.

The performer must be the clown man in front of Wizet. He can transform into a giant shark and swim back and forth in the air, which is quite novel.

To be honest, Wizet, who had never experienced a circus performance in her previous life, was genuinely tempted.

Luna and her friends did the same, planning to spend two days exploring the village before watching the final circus performance.

After putting away the flyers, the guide led them to the hotel. When Wizet saw the hotel owner who came out to greet them, his eyes widened in surprise.

That was the old woman he saw on the lake.

The elderly woman smiled slightly at Wizet and said softly, "Welcome to Midgard. I am Anne Salru, the owner of this inn."