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Castelobruxo - Brazil
The sun was barely peeking over the vast Amazon rainforest when Lara woke up in her dorm, perched high in one of the golden stone castle’s towers. With quick moves, she slipped into her green-and-yellow uniform, proudly sporting Castelobruxo’s colors.
Before heading out, she grabbed her wand, crafted from gleaming pau-brasil wood that caught the morning light, and her hefty Herbology book, its pages smelling like freshly picked leaves. Excitement buzzed in her chest—today, she’d dive deeper into the magical plants hidden in the Amazon’s secret corners.
Spiraling down the staircase, Lara joined her friends in the grand hall, where a caipora—one of the school’s mischievous guardian spirits—waited. With a sly grin, the small, wild-haired creature with twinkling eyes led them to the dining hall.
The table was loaded with Brazilian classics: warm pão de queijo straight from the oven, juicy tropical fruits, and steaming cups of açaí juice. The aroma was irresistible, and Lara savored every bite while chatting lively with her classmates.
After breakfast, they headed to the courtyard, where a wooden cart waited. Instead of horses or hippogriffs, a sharp-eyed jaguatirica with nimble paws pulled it. Lara and her friends piled in, gripping tight as the big cat bolted into the jungle, weaving through trees at breakneck speed.
The wind whipped Lara’s hair as the cart zipped through the forest, leaving a trail of fluttering leaves. Finally, they reached the massive greenhouse for their lesson. Lara could hardly contain her excitement as she spotted the botanical wonders inside: the mystical Moonflower, glowing silver under moonlight; the Brazilian Mandrake, which sang enchanting melodies instead of screaming; and the giant Victoria-Regia lily, strong enough to hold a person on its enormous leaf.
Ilvermorny - North America
James woke to the soft sound of snow falling over the Massachusetts mountains. The chilly morning seeped into his Pukwudgie House dorm, but he lingered under the covers for a moment before getting up.
He threw on his blue-and-crimson uniform, feeling connected to Ilvermorny’s storied tradition. Grabbing his smooth maple wand, which seemed to hum faintly in his hand, and his Defense Against the Dark Arts book, he was stoked for the day—he’d finally study North America’s magical creatures.
In the hallway, he met up with his buddies, and they tromped down the creaky wooden stairs, their steps echoing through the castle. They passed the grand portrait of Isolt Sayre, Ilvermorny’s founder, who gave them a slight nod as they went by.
The main hall was a sight, with four long tables for Pukwudgie, Wampus, Horned Serpent, and Thunderbird. James plopped down and dug into a hearty breakfast: golden pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and a steaming mug of coffee. The comforting aroma filled the room as students buzzed about the day ahead.
Outside, a magical bus was waiting. The driver, a guy in a bowler hat with a thick mustache, flashed a grin as he turned the key. With a gentle lurch, the bus lifted off, floating like a boat on invisible waves.
As they cruised to the training field, James wondered what creatures they’d meet. Maybe the elusive Pumaruna, a shape-shifter that could turn into a cougar at will. Or the legendary Wendigo, whose endless hunger spooked even seasoned wizards. But what he really wanted to see was the Thunderbird, its wings summoning storms with a single flap.
Durmstrang - Europe
The biting Siberian wind lashed the frozen lake as Katya opened her eyes. Still wrapped in her fur blanket, she glanced at the cloudy sky through her dorm’s small window.
She dressed quickly, pulling on her red-and-black uniform and a thick wool coat. Grabbing her heavy oak wand, which felt like it carried ancient power, and her Charms book, she was eager to dig into the old, potent magic of Europe.
Katya’s dorm wasn’t in a tower or castle but on one of the massive ships anchored in the icy lake. With her classmates, she headed to the deck and boarded a rowboat that glided silently across the mirror-like water.
On the shore, Durmstrang’s gray stone castle loomed, a monument to tradition and discipline. On their way to the common hall, they passed the trophy room, where medals and wands of legendary Durmstrang witches and wizards gleamed.
Breakfast was hearty: fresh bread, aged cheese, smoked ham, and hot tea to fend off the cold.
Their first class was Charms. Climbing to the first floor, Katya felt her excitement build. Soon, she’d practice spells both feared and revered, like the Fire Charm, which conjured flames in different colors; the Memory Charm, able to tap into someone else’s memories; and the forbidden Death Charm, the darkest of them all.
Beauxbatons - France
Luc woke gently to the distant chirping of birds in Beauxbatons’ gardens. Opening his dorm window, he took in the sight of magical fountains sparkling in the morning light.
With graceful moves, he slipped into his crisp blue-and-silver uniform and ran a comb through his hair. He picked up his rosewood wand, its faint floral scent lingering, and his Transfiguration book. The idea of mastering the art of changing forms and essences thrilled him.
Strolling through halls lined with luxurious tapestries, Luc and his friends passed the music room, where a grand piano played a haunting melody on its own. Nearby, in the dance hall, the Magical Mirror corrected students practicing floating waltzes.
In the banquet hall, Luc enjoyed a refined breakfast of buttery croissants, artisanal jams, and creamy hot chocolate.
Outside, an elegant carriage waited, pulled by two majestic winged horses. As they boarded, the carriage lifted off smoothly, gliding through the sky to the Transfiguration pavilion.
Luc could barely contain his excitement. Soon, he’d turn feathers into flowers, mice into teacups, and maybe even frogs into princes—though that would take some serious skill.