Chapter 1040 Moon Station (6): But This Is Magic!

"This unscientific!"

People from all corners of the world are using the magic mirror to watch this scene, not only wizards, but also muggles.

During the Top 100 Tournament, many of the top Muggle forces had the opportunity to obtain the magic mirror, which in their eyes was a 'real-time video transmission' thing.

At this moment, in a huge conference room on the earth, politicians and scientists are gathered together, using electronic equipment to project the picture on the magic mirror onto a huge curtain.

Scientists are almost insane compared to those politicians.

"Anton's beard, this is unbelievable!" An old man with a white beard was so excited that his nose was red, he pointed hard at the picture on the screen, "Are you sure this is not a fake? Humans can walk directly on the surface of the moon? I didn't even See the feeling of weightlessness brought about by the lack of gravity on the moon!"

Oh, by the way, the exclamation of "Anton's Beard" comes from Mr. Jim Harker, the Prime Minister who is deeply involved in the wizarding world competition. After he heard "Praise Anthony Weasley" from the Minister of Magic Fudge, he began to use such exclamations in an original way, reminding everyone of his legendary experience of the Prime Minister entering the wizarding world. (893)

Obviously, this sentence has formed a trend.

"I also want to agree with your point of view, Professor Hodges." A middle-aged scientist with glasses beside the old man with white beard sighed, and pointed to the electronic screen in the other corner of the conference room, "But you also saw , this is the picture taken by our astronomical telescope."

He shrugged, with a weird look on his face.

"But, my God, haven't you seen it? The sun is so restless now, and even produced such a degree of coronal mass ejection!" The white-bearded old man's wide-eyed eyes even suspected that this world was not real, but These wizards actually have some sort of game modder in their hands.

"Yes, yes, I saw it. And our observatory observed this solar flare, the coronal mass ejection is affecting the whole..."

"Affecting the plasma of the moon..."

The white-bearded old man interrupted the man in glasses recounting the words in the report, and just pointed at the picture on the curtain frantically, "But look at these flowers! These wizards!"

"Even, did you see it? Those are fireflies?"

"Flying on the moon like this?"

"This unscientific!"

The man with glasses exhaled, took off his gold-rimmed glasses and gently wiped the saliva splashed by the old man's excited speech, and said in a low tone, "But this is magic!"

"!!!"

The white-bearded old man slumped on the chair, staring blankly at the picture on the curtain, muttering, "But this is magic...but this is magic..."

This was a complete collapse of faith, which made him wonder what the research in his life was all about.

He turned his head to look at the man with glasses hopeful, and wanted to say something to him, even if he said something, but the other party had already stood up, as if he wanted to do something.

"where are you going?"

The man with glasses looked back at him, pursed his lips, and finally raised his eyebrows slowly, "Fortunately, I participated in a secret test jointly organized by the government and the Magic Congress, and I was judged to have magical blood."

"I originally refused to be a wizard. It is said that the magical Mr. Anthony Weasley has researched how to transform Muggles into wizards, but we are not sure when he will release this technology."

He straightened his tie, "I think it's not my style to wait for an illusory opportunity. I plan to sign up and let the Magic Congress help transform me into a wizard, even if it's just a so-called second-class wizard or a second-class wizard. .”

The white-bearded old man suddenly stood up, grabbed his arm, and looked at him solemnly, "You know, everything has a price, young man, you..."

The man with glasses smiled slightly, "In fact, the Speaker of the Magic Congress, Mr. Riddle, didn't ask much. It is said that he participated in the manufacture of a flying platform."

"???" The white-bearded old man was stunned, "Don't they have a broom that can fly? That thing is better than a fighter jet!"

Really, any wizard child can control this kind of flying magic prop, but how difficult it is for Muggles to train a qualified pilot is the biggest problem here.

The man with glasses looked around for a while, then leaned closer and whispered, "Multiplayer flight platform, you know..."

"Disgusting war!" The old man with a white beard showed disgust and resistance, and then he stared at the man with glasses wide-eyed. "What does the development of a flying combat platform have to do with you, an expert in the field of astronomy?"

You can't fly into the universe like that magical Anthony Weasley, right?

The man with glasses smiled, "The group of wizards think that scientists are scientists, a kind of technician covering all disciplines. Although I can't even repair computers, if they don't think so, I haven't had the chance to get this wizard transformation. What a chance!"

"Anton's beard!" The old man with the white beard exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

...

It seems that the Muggle officials of various countries did not stop the news of the moon transformation. At the moment, the people are full of discussions, and the Internet of new things has gone crazy.

All kinds of pictures are slowly loading with relatively primitive bandwidth, but they still can't stop everyone's enthusiasm.

They seem to want to use this method to test the bottom line of the International Law of Wizarding Secrecy in this new era.

But the wizard obviously has no time to take care of it.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic of various countries looked at the figure behind Anton with such envy—Minister Fudge.

Merlin's beard, this guy has the opportunity to participate in such a great thing.

Although many wizards still don't know what this incident means, it really doesn't prevent everyone from watching this scene in the magic mirror with relish.

Some people have even started heading towards the space gate in front of the headquarters building of the Magic Congress of America, looking forward to the opportunity to walk on the moon.

It's just amazing.

Countless wizards gathered, and everyone followed the path that Anton, the hut, and the navigators had walked, and walked in the space shuttle passage. The surroundings were all dark, and everyone's discussions echoed in the passage, full of excitement discourse.

"It's not enough!"

Even though everyone behind him was watching everything in amazement, Anton still felt a little regretful about everything around him.

First of all, the lunar station is completely established.

But it is not a transformation of the moon to humans, but an extension of the moon into the earth.

In other words, the unique magical properties of the moon are not displayed here, but only a copy of the environment equivalent to the earth.

It is equivalent to the necromancer establishing a kingdom of the undead in the forest, polluting part of the site into a gray-black hell environment.

The effect presented in this way is undoubtedly telling such a message-the "moon's magic riot" that Anton thought could be done did not happen.

"It's a little bit worse."

Anton smacked his lips. Obviously, the method of prying the collective consciousness is not enough. The collective consciousness should be directly gathered on the moon, so as to cause changes in the entire environment.

The footsteps of human beings on the moon are still stopped in the "moon station", and they have not been able to come out completely.

I am afraid that the previously planned "real-time war chess" will walk on the moon by possessing a puppet doll.

"It's already amazing." Anna stood beside Anton with a smile, and she said playfully, "This is one small step for Anton, but one giant leap for human civilization."

Anton gave her a strange expression, "I can't look at this sentence directly, it is most commonly used in the men's toilet."

"Giggle..." Anna covered her mouth and laughed.

Just now, a terrible solar storm came. This level of disaster is much more terrifying than the great flood in the story of human annihilation. It cannot be resisted at the current level of collective human consciousness.

Unless the moon itself produces a magical riot and becomes a magical planet that can spontaneously block all of this for humans.

Anton had to take the people behind him back to the transparent tent-like moon station built by Anna.

Miraculously, those magical plants 'free snot bubbles' survived this solar storm, and even experienced a wonderful change.

Oh, it's actually its bubbles, that is, the kind of fruit that is filled with air and has a liquid peel. The peel has become thicker and more elastic.

Instead of floating up after falling from the flower, the bubbles rolled straight down to the surface of the moon.

It can be expected that when the surface of the moon is covered with a thick layer of such bubbles, the moonlight on the earth will definitely become somewhat different.

At that time, on the contrary, the magical environment of the earth will undergo subtle changes.

The environment and the influence of the environment are so wonderful and unique, which Anton did not expect.

"Maybe we should let the bullets fly a little longer."

Anton has enough patience.

He took Anna's hand and walked through the sea of ​​flowers, and walked slowly towards the crystal clear moon station. At this moment, everyone else had retreated to the moon station, and perhaps many people were waiting for his return.

"Anton, do you think I should ask Professor McGonagall for help to expand the space of the lunar station?"

"It's best not to, just make people feel cramped, so as to accumulate more desires."

"Oh, that's a pity, I still want to stay on the moon for one night, it should be very interesting." Anna was full of regret.

"!!!" Anton blinked, and suddenly looked at Anna, "What do you think, what if we move the 'Asylum Tower' up here?"

Anna's eyes lit up, "Sounds nice!"

The fact that the Tower of Asylum was in America didn't please the hut partners, and no one would like to be neighbors with Voldemort.

"right!"

"Quack quack..."

"I just want to let everyone know that this moon is occupied by our hut!" Anton stopped in the sea of ​​flowers, waved his arms to signal the planet that had begun to have a little life in front of him, "tell them, this is the moon that I laid down. territory!"

Anna covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

Anton said, looking back at those excitedly talking figures in the lunar station, and raised his eyebrows at Anna, "Tell Hannah that you don't have to worry about the income of the hut in the future, and she can start collecting tickets for the lunar station. "

Do you have to be a little selfish sometimes? Although Anton doesn't care about it himself, he has to take care of everyone around him. After all, he is not Dumbledore.

Quack quack...

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