Chapter 273 Return to School
"What a miracle..."
Mr. Weasley said with a sense of nostalgia, "Even if I had to do it over again, I wouldn't be able to do it."
< br>There is no adulteration in this statement.
Alchemy machine and alchemy life are two completely different concepts - there is no doubt that that car is alive.
A living creature that does not require alchemical oil or gasoline, has its own emotions, can move on its own, and occasionally appears in the Forbidden Forest - Judging from the number of times Hagrid has told it, it needs If it wasn't alive, it would have run out of energy long ago and stopped there.
If Mr. Weasley could reproduce it, the wizarding world's automobile assembly line would have been built long ago, and the purebloods would madly push for legislation to approve such modifications - just like Sirius' motorcycle. .
"What a pity..."
"Yeah, what a pity."
Mr. Weasley, who had reached middle age and was not obsessed with fishing or charger sockets, sighed. His tone was, "Anyway, it's enough that we can continue to disassemble and modify it - do you have any electrical appliances that you recommend?"
"A typewriter, Mr. Weasley - it's best to have an automatic typing function, just one that doesn't use electricity. It's a delicate machine. Even if it's difficult, a printer is a good choice..."
" There is no doubt that you are a practical person."
Mr. Weasley shook his head, "Well, a typewriter is also a good choice - at least it can be placed on the table openly to fool Molly. "
'It's best to promote it. When the market comes out, I will suggest that schools purchase it...it can improve a lot of efficiency...'
The efficiency of shorthand quills is really limited, and typewriters are much better. Even the original one is easy to use, but why use the original version if it can be magically modified?
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After admiring the production room of a partial alchemy master, Andrew prepared to return to school the next day - due to the laying of the floo network, he only needed to start from It would be nice if the Weasley family went to Hogsmeade.
On non-student holidays, it is open to the outside world.
After using it many times, he quickly ignored the dizziness after using it, calmly poked his head out of the public fireplace, and then blended into the group of wizards.
After purchasing a bunch of snacks, he happily walked towards the school - he hadn't used magic for a week, and he was eager to do something with his wand.
‘Occasional rest seems to be a little beneficial to spellcasting, but the effect is limited. ’
He occasionally stroked the wand, feeling the magic power and the slight heat resonating with the wand, and even felt that he could turn any object into a living thing at will.
But both his solid knowledge of transformation and spell casting experience told him that it was just an illusion caused by not casting spells for many days.
'Go around here, and then you can enter directly from the main entrance. Hagrid should be there... Otherwise, I have to intercept the owl and wait for someone to open the door - the protection system is too strict, which is also a problem... Um? ’
He frowned.
Dodged to the side, and a rope slipped past his pocket, but then turned strangely in mid-air, twisting towards the original target.
At the other end of the rope was a short, fat man with an unshaven beard. He walked towards the other side of the road as if he didn't know anything, but he kept staring at Andrew from the corner of his eye.
"Huh?"
When he found that the rope had been lost, he opened his mouth wide, then froze for a moment, and reached directly to the other end of the pocket.
‘Wand! ’
This word immediately came to Andrew's mind - Damn it, are thieves in the magical world so hard-core? If you can't steal, you will be directly cursed?
With almost no hesitation, he reached for the wand, but was slightly blocked by the rope and slowed down. He had to give up the attack and hastily used an iron armor spell.
The red light flashed, but was deflected to the side by the armor spell that lit up in time, and at the same time, a loud noise sounded in Andrew's ears.
'Hell...'
He ducked and waved his wand, "Expelliarmus!"
But it had no effect - although the opponent did not use the Iron Armor Curse, The body is as agile as a monkey.
And, ‘Can it be knocked unconscious by hitting it? ’
He was deeply suspicious. He waved his wand and began to communicate with the land - sand emerged and began to wrap around the target's bandy legs.
"Bang!" The Iron Armor Curse and a Stunning Curse collided together, and Andrew felt his ears ringing - hell, who's thief's spell can match that of an elite graduate?
But... caught...
There is no doubt that the sand has already covered half of it, reaching the calf.
Andrew even saw panic emerging on the other person's face - but it was no use.
He began to work hard to control the sand to lock the opponent. Currently, his magic power is incomparable to that of an adult wizard, but with the blessing of transformation, the opponent's resistance...
One spell, two The spell...
It didn't work, the light flickered, but the sand was too stubborn to be affected - it was up to the knees.
Andrew even had time to re-strengthen the somewhat weak Iron Armor Charm and give the Transfiguration more power again.
The opponent has completely given up attacking.
He began to use various methods against the sand without giving up.
‘What the hell! ’
Andrew was stunned for a moment - the vitality of the sand was blocked!
And just before he modified the communication method to make the magic effective again, the other party had already stepped aside and started to cast spells with all his strength.
Magic Suppression - The iron armor spell composed of transformation could not last long with Andrew's multitasking, so he had to concentrate on protection.
'It's really... lack of magic power and being suppressed... As long as I am in the fourth grade this year, I can kill him despite the impact of the curse...'
He strengthened the transformation technique and stared at the opposite side. guy.
‘You actually didn’t run away, you still wanted to knock me out...’
‘Okay...’
He started to move his left hand.
I started deciphering research before the holidays, and it can be used, but...
It can only be used for sneak attacks. Compared with the orthodox transformation spell, it is too weak, and...
It's too dangerous.
Not to him - but to others.
Wagadu's spellcasting, because there is no wand to moderate it, and because it is cast by the wizard himself, the effect is even cruel...
'Can't kill...the target, the hair...'
He suddenly raised his left hand, pointed it at the opponent while maintaining his iron armor spell, and made an awkward gesture.
Just a flash.
Not even a spell flew out - or the spell was extremely dim.
'There is no iron armor curse...it is impossible to prevent...'
The other side was still suppressing it arrogantly, but the hair began to twist strangely, increase, deform, and wrap around the neck Like a poisonous snake, deadly and leaving no trace.
Then, the hair on both sides gathers on the neck, becomes thicker, and is strangled severely.
The rapid magical attack stopped almost immediately.
The opponent's left hand began to pull the hair on his neck, and his right hand tried to cast a spell, but suffocation was faster than magic.
"Bang!"
But this time it was the sound of someone falling to the ground.
(End of this chapter)