Chapter 1009 We Can't Go Back, Can We?

Chapter 1009 We can't go back, can we?

After observing and figuring out how to make Floo powder these days, Anton discovered an interesting thing.

The inventor of Floo powder, Ignatia Wilder Smith, is obviously an extremely brilliant "material scientist". Incomparably precise control.

But when it comes to how to realize the 'space shuttle' Floo powder formula, the overall idea of ​​this material formula is obviously full of coincidences.

Anton even had such an interesting conjecture——due to the fact that the main ingredient in the potion, 'Runesnake Venom Powder', has been dried in the sun, this kind of potion material itself is extremely unstable. It is attached with the unique 'penetration' and 'constancy' of sunlight.

——So at such a coincidental moment, the inventor Ignacia accidentally knocked over the powder that she didn't know what to make into the fireplace, and a large number of flames exploded. She quickly used it to escape. 'Apparition' out of place...

—and then she magically appeared from another fireplace. Yes, she should have apparated into the hall of the house instead of appearing in the family hearth amidst a green fire.

"Three Principles of Apparition: Purpose, Determination, Ease..."

"Using Floo powder requires saying the address of the destination loudly and accurately..."

While Witch Hearst was busy preparing various materials, Anton raised his head with bright eyes and murmured.

He didn't need to verify whether such a conjecture was consistent with past history, after all, he didn't have the magic manuscript log of the inventor of floo powder.

Anton only needs to know this. According to the theory of "integration of potions and spells", one can simply ignore the Floo powder and regard the flames produced by the Floo powder as a kind of magic that can travel through space.

"Yes!" Anton clapped his hands excitedly, "First name it 'Space Travel Flame', and then put it into the gray magic field I'm researching!"

Then something interesting happened.

In the process of preparing Floo powder, countless changes between the environment and magic materials, changes between materials, new changes after material changes, and changes in the environment can all be easily included in the category of "ritual magic".

Anton really knows the two aspects of 'ritual magic' and 'the relationship between the environment and the individual'.

In order to verify this, he only needs to do a small experiment.

He looked up at the moon in the sky, his eyes shining brightly.

"Replace the sunlight of this 'ritual magic' with moonlight!"

"If my guess is correct, the burning flame will produce an extremely interesting change, from 'stability' to 'mystery'!"

Mystery is the origin of the supernatural existence given to wizards by the collective consciousness of mankind!

This is the case in the magic system theory constructed by Anton.

He doesn't need to thoroughly figure out how this 'Floo Powder' achieves space travel, he just needs to add a little bit of interesting 'mystery' to it.

An extremely unique magical power.

It's like the legend of the phoenix phoenix made up by Dumbledore and his sister Ariana. After it is actually created by magic, the phoenix phoenix really has the ability to travel through space.

"The ability of the flame of the phoenix phoenix to travel through space...the ability of the flame to travel through space after the floo powder is burned..."

Anton raised his eyebrows, faintly aware of the interesting question.

"King Weasley, you're ready."

Witch Hester came over and said respectfully.

Anton nodded, gently pulled out the wand in his hand and waved it. Suddenly, the pool-like crucible of Erised stone that could only be lifted by two giants on the ground floated up like this. First, clear water flew out of the water tank next to it and fell into it. , and added the main material such as the fang powder of the Neptune snake, feeling the influence of the Erised stone on it...

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The moonlight was shining brightly on Diagon Alley, but it was still a sunny afternoon on the New York side.

The time difference between New York and London is 5 hours.

Of course, the time in this has nothing to do with the time of the long river.

Editor-in-chief Greengrass and Professor Harris looked at each other with complex expressions. As friends since their school days, they followed the instructions of the great Grindelwald to lurk in Voldemort's forces, but they were a little speechless at the moment.

Editor-in-Chief Greengrass stroked the handle of the cane, biting his teeth, and suddenly said in a low tone, "We can't go back, can we?"

Harris opened his mouth, but finally just lowered his head sadly.

Compared with Grindelwald, who is extremely charismatic, Tom Riddle is obviously not good at using such high-end methods as demagogy to control his subordinates.

Riddle...

The methods of the Dark Lord are not bad at all.

Although the Dark Lord can't fully mobilize the desire and ambition in others' hearts, he is better at grasping the darkness of people's hearts. He will only drag people into the water, and dye the wizard robes and beating hearts on his body to be as dirty as him, making people feel uncomfortable. Don't cling to the Dark Lord's side.

As long as he degenerates into a demon, only the Dark Lord can provide him with shelter, right?

Harris didn't know what the Dark Lord had arranged for Greenglass to do, and he didn't dare to ask, nor did he want to.

Because he knew that as long as anyone knew about the things the Dark Lord asked him to do, he would face a terrible death or be imprisoned.

If only Dumbledore knew what he was doing...

No!

Dumbledore must have known!

Harris couldn't imagine, if the Dark Lord failed in the end, would Grindelwald still be able to save himself from Dumbledore?

he does not know. he……

Seems like I can only start praying that the Dark Lord doesn't fail?

At this moment, a speaker's secretary in a suit and skirt suit came out of the office, and looked around the crowd at the door with a serious face, "Professor Harris, please go in first."

Harris nodded, stood up, fell silent for a while, glanced at Greengrass, took a deep breath, and followed the female secretary towards the office.

In the past six months since he came to New York, his gaze had changed from being ambitious at the beginning to now faintly haggard, staring at the back of the female secretary in front of him with his lips pursed.

Oh~

Of course he wasn't staring at the other's swaying waist and swaying upright.

He was looking at this man!

This female secretary conveyed an extremely weak magical power, which clearly indicated her identity - a secondary wizard.

These Muggles with magical blood but no magic riots should have been regarded as Muggles, but they were named "Muggle Squibs" by Anthony Weasley.

Anton is simply miraculous, he actually found a way to make the 'Muggle Squib' produce a magical riot and become a wizard.

Although they are only second-class wizards, these people's magical talents are low to the naked eye, but they can't stand their numbers.

A large number of people is an advantage, after all, the wizard population itself is too small.

And Mr. Tom Riddle, the Speaker, seems to have discovered the most important advantage of wizards. Although these people are a mess in spellcasting, they already have a good skill education in the Muggle world.

Finance, personnel, organization, etc., where magic is not needed, these people are even better than wizards!

Of course, it's not just skills that are easy to use.

"The great Lord Speaker Riddle." Professor Harris took off his wizard hat and saluted, looking respectfully at the tall figure standing in front of the window.

Tom was wearing a gray suit at the moment, holding a glass of red wine and staring at the Asylum Tower building in the distance outside the window, as if he was thinking about something.

The secretary bowed silently, turned around and left the office, the high heels made a rattling sound on the ground, which became more and more crisp in this quiet office.

I don't know how long it took before Tom turned his head, "How about those Muggle Squib kids?"

Professor Harris took a deep breath, lowered his head and did not dare to look into Riddle's eyes, and tried his best to keep his tone calm and steady, "5 of them died, and there is no sign of 'silence' being born yet. .”

"As soon as possible..." Tom gently put the wine glass on the table and walked over, walked over and patted Harris on the shoulder, then went to the corner of the bookshelf and rummaged for a while, and took out a document from it.

"This is another list. If you don't have enough children, you have to make up as soon as possible, understand?"

The fluffy document fell into Harris' arms, but it seemed like a heavy mountain, weighing on Harris so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Maybe……"

Harris twitched the corners of his mouth, his voice became more and more dry, as if there was a stone stuck in his throat, he said with some difficulty, "Maybe there is a problem with the method of using dementors to turn sub-wizard children into silent ones?"

"No!" Tom Riddle walked back to the desk, sat on Longpi's office chair, put one hand on the desk, and made a rattling sound as his fingers lightly tapped on the table.

"Professor Harris, you are an excellent master of potions. You should understand the formula I developed. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it on a theoretical level."

Speaking of this, Tom let out a soft laugh, "If you still can't understand, I suggest you read the book "Wizards and Gods" written by my students when you have time."

"Don't hesitate, Harris, do it with confidence!"

"As soon as possible, my patience is limited, you must prove your worth..."

Harris slowly looked up at Riddle, clenched the folder in his hand tightly, and finally nodded vigorously, "I will not let you down!"

"Very good!" Riddle was obviously satisfied with his attitude, "Go ahead and call Greengrass in. I'll let him use his former saint status to find his old colleague Clayton with a time converter. Dumbledore asked how to master the power of obscurity, and he did a good job..."

Riddle raised his eyelids and looked at Harris, "You should have made some achievements."

"!!!" Harris' pupils tightened rapidly.