Just like yesterday, Zuo Si sat quietly at a table and continued with yesterday's progress, acquiring the knowledge he wanted from those books that were considered "dangerous" and "evil" by the Hogwarts professors.
However, unlike the book about summoning and controlling Fiendfyre that he accidentally found yesterday, today he found a book about soul on the bottom shelf.
To be precise, the author of this book is very knowledgeable about the soul and has invented several spells that are powerful enough to affect the soul.
Although it is far inferior to the advanced necromancy magic of Faerun that can destroy, imprison, control and transform souls at will, it provides another completely different idea.
Without a doubt!
Spells like this, which require strong malice to cast and have an impact on the target, are unsurprisingly classified as "black magic".
Looking at the warning in red on the title page, Zuo Si curled his lips in disdain and commented in a voice that only he could hear: "You want to use this method to stop wizards from exploring and studying magic? How boring. If this method worked, there wouldn't be so many dark wizards in history, and there wouldn't be a twisted psychopath like Voldemort."
"It sounds like you have a different opinion on what is recorded in this book?"
Along with the familiar voice, an old man with gray beard and hair slowly walked out of the darkness.
He was none other than Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and known as the greatest wizard of our time.
"I just think it's wrong to simply classify all spells that have the potential to cause shocking harm or be delivered with great malice as dark magic.
After all, for any wizard who is smart and powerful enough, exploring the mysteries of various magics is as instinctive as breathing.
I believe that when you were young, you must have had a strong interest in this knowledge and spells.
What's more, for those wizards with malicious intentions, they don't necessarily need to use so-called black magic to kill people.
Many times, a small bottle of poison, or a gun and a bomb obtained from the Muggle world, can easily achieve one's goal.
So the real danger is never the black magic itself, but the dark side of human heart and human nature. "
Zuo Si was not surprised that the principal suddenly appeared behind him. Instead, he spoke calmly and without any of the tension and fear that other students had when they were caught violating school rules.
To be exact, from the moment he decided to come to the restricted section of the library, he had no expectation of hiding it from Dumbledore, the headmaster.
Because being the headmaster of Hogwarts is not just a simple position, but also comes with many privileges based on the magical contract.
Zuo Si even suspected that Dumbledore could monitor every corner of the school at any time if he wanted to.
Otherwise, he would not have taken the risk of letting in Quirinus Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.
And when Harry Potter was obsessed with the Mirror of Erised, he always appeared in time to enlighten him, making up for the savior's biggest spiritual weakness.
"What is truly dangerous is the dark side of human hearts and human nature?"
Dumbledore sighed, seeming to be deeply touched.
“I have to admit that what you said makes sense.
Many times, it is not because wizards use black magic that they become bad, but they choose to learn and use black magic after they become bad.
Similarly, I admit that when I was young, I also had a strong interest in the powerful black magic.
But you cannot deny that frequent use of these black magics will indeed corrode a person's mind, making it inevitable that he will become more and more extreme, more and more evil, and less and less concerned about life.
What's more, as a first-year student, it's a little too early for you to be exposed to these things now.
Besides, staying up late for long periods of time without sleep is not good for your health either.”
"So you ran to the library in the middle of the night just to drive me back to bed?" Zuo Si couldn't help but asked with a smile.
"I guess so. You are just as smart as Snape described and have a maturity that doesn't match your age. Are all geniuses in the Muggle world like you?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
Zuo Si shrugged lightly. "I don't know. Because I have never met anyone of my age, and I have never participated in those so-called IQ tests. But those who thought I was young and wanted to defraud the government pension and insurance company compensation from me, all suffered in the end."
"Is it because you have seen the darkness of human hearts and human nature at a young age that you have such thoughts?" Dumbledore continued to test.
"No. I just read a lot of books. Have you read Gustave Le Bon's The Crowd? Have you read David Myers's Social Psychology? Do you know the famous Stanford Prison Experiment conducted by American psychologist Philip Zimbardo and the result derived from it - the Lucifer Effect?"
Zuo Si mentioned several psychology books in one breath, as well as a horrifying experiment in the 20th century that best exposed and proved the dark side of human nature.
Obviously, as a wizard, although Dumbledore is not as hostile to Muggles as his good friend Gellert Grindelwald, he does not know much about the Muggle world.
Not to mention psychology, which only emerged in the late 19th century and gradually received attention in the 1950s and 1960s.
So he subconsciously frowned and thought for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "Sorry, I haven't heard of any of the books you mentioned. Does it have anything to do with what we are talking about?"
"Of course it does. If you have read these books, you will understand one thing, that is, there are no absolutely good people and bad people in this world, and there is often only a fine line between them.
The choices everyone makes at critical moments are actually traceable and are inextricably linked to life experiences and living environment.
By analyzing a person's experiences at different times, we can roughly figure out his thoughts and intentions at that time.
In Muggle society, this special profession is called a psychoanalyst.
Not only can they assist law enforcement agencies in finding and catching those dangerous high-IQ criminals, but they can also counsel those with psychological problems so that they do not embark on a criminal path that poses a threat to society.
That's why I say that the Ministry of Magic has a big problem with its definition of so-called dark magic.
If I'm not mistaken, many adult wizards, including you, Snape and Professor McGonagall, should know the three unforgivable curses, right? But why did you control yourself well and not wantonly kill innocent people like the "He Who Must Not Be Named" and his followers? So in my opinion, it is extremely irresponsible to put all the blame on the dark magic.
It has, to some extent, stifled the creativity of talented wizards and impeded the development of the wizarding world.
The Muggle world has put forward a slogan that science and technology are the primary productive forces.
Because of the power of science and technology, the world of ordinary people has achieved unimaginable rapid development in just two or three hundred years, and has created prosperity and convenient life that was simply unimaginable in the past.
By the same token, spells and magic are the primary productive forces in the wizarding world.
Look through these ancient books and see how many great wizards have been born from ancient Greece to modern times?
Herpo, who was the first to breed a basilisk and invented the method of making Horcruxes, Andros who could summon giant-sized patronuses, Mopsus who could accurately predict a war, the three Peverell brothers who obtained the Deathly Hallows in the wizarding fairy tale, the famous Merlin, the four founders of Hogwarts, and so on.
Although many of them are evil dark wizards according to the definition given by the modern magical community, they invented many spells that continue to this day.
But what about modern times?
With all the bans against dark magic, I found that the wizarding world has hardly changed in the past three hundred years, and basically no subversive new spells have been created and invented.
But two generations of powerful dark wizards emerged in less than a few decades.
Most importantly, they all gained the support of a large number of wizards to some extent.
This support just reflects that there are a lot of wizards who are strongly dissatisfied with the management system of the Ministry of Magic and the social situation, and can even be said to be angry.
Don't you find this strange phenomenon strange?"
Zuo Si used very sharp words to point directly to the core contradictions at the root of the magic world.
His words dealt a terrible blow to Dumbledore's mind and heart, causing the centenarian to fall into deep thought.
After all, there are not many wizards, and they live in very scattered areas.
Therefore, no one in the wizarding world has ever specialized in sociology, and no one has realized why people like Voldemort and Gellert Grindelwald were able to rise to prominence, and why they have so many supporters and are so responsive to their calls.
But as a bystander, Zuo Si clearly saw the extremely serious internal conflicts and divisions in the magic world.
The rise of Gellert Grindelwald stems from the wizards' anxiety about the efficiency and cruelty shown by the Muggles in killing each other in the two world wars, which led to a revolution that attempted to overthrow the Statute of Secrecy and establish a world dominated by wizards.
But as he lost the duel to Dumbledore, the Second World War in the Muggle world came to an end, and all countries returned to a state of peace as a whole. The tense and anxious mood gradually disappeared, and the wizards naturally no longer had the previous urgent desire and need.
As for the second wave of craze that Voldemort set off in the British wizarding world, its root cause was the counterattack launched by the pure-blood families against the increasing number of half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards in the wizarding world, which directly threatened their own interests and ruling power.
To put it simply, the corrupt and conservative forces are unwilling to be squeezed out of the stage of history bit by bit, so they try their best to reverse the situation and carry out a major purge of the entire magical world.
But unfortunately, they failed, and lost miserably.
Many families with a long history were wiped out, or only one or two, or two or three survivors were left.
The rest were either killed or imprisoned in Azkaban prison and turned into lunatics and psychopaths.
But this blow did not completely destroy the pure-blood family.
Those surviving families are slowly accumulating strength, trying to wait for the next opportunity to counterattack.
In other words, because there was no Great Purge, the contradictions that tore the British wizarding community apart still existed.
This is also the main reason why Voldemort was able to return again and cause great waves.
Zuo Si felt that if one wanted to change the current situation in the wizarding world, the simplest way was to have men use aphrodisiacs to lure Muggle women, then make them pregnant and give birth to a large number of mixed-race children.
If a man can successfully seduce one hundred women and have them give birth to two hundred children, then as long as one-third of them have the talent to become wizards, the number of wizards in the magical world will inevitably increase exponentially.
As long as this policy is maintained, the Muggles, who make up the absolute majority, can be quietly reduced to a minority until all the people in the world become wizards with the ability to cast spells.
Anyway, there are the Memory Charm and the Muggle Exorcism Charm, so theoretically there is no need to worry about being noticed by the other party.
After a long silence, Dumbledore asked in a slightly strange tone: "Did you learn all this through reading when you lived in the Muggle world? Why have other little wizards from the Muggle world never mentioned it?"
"Because they are too young, their parents are simply not likely to buy them these profound works. Even if they do, they may not be able to understand them. In addition, even in the Muggle world, only a very small number of people have read such books. And now I know what kind of gift I should give you for Christmas." Zuo Si explained with a smile.
"I am very much looking forward to your Christmas gift. By the way, if you don't mind, can you tell me what you are going to do with all this ink, dragon blood, and parchment scrolls?"
Dumbledore glanced doubtfully at the messy things on the table that were of unknown use.
"I'm researching and trying to transcribe the spell and seal it onto parchment to make a scroll. Then, when wizards need to use magic they are not good at, they can simply activate the scroll to make up for it."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly stated his first research topic that made him a genius.
After all, the technology for copying scrolls is readily available. The only difficulty lies in analyzing and restoring those spells that have been simplified to the extreme one by one so that they can be sealed in the parchment scroll in a stable structure.
As for specialized inks, he had already researched both Dragon's Blood and Thestral versions.
"Seal the spell into a scroll and save it, and activate it when needed?"
There was a gleam of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes.
Because if this research is successful, it will definitely be a major invention that will shock or even subvert the entire magical world, and it may even leave a significant mark in history.
Zuo Si nodded gently: "That's right. But in the process of copying and storing, I found a problem, that is, modern spells are often extremely simplified and there is no way to form a stable spell structure, so we need to look for clues and answers from these forbidden books."
"How many spells have you learned now?" Dumbledore asked in an uncertain tone.
"Well... probably all the standard spells, advanced spells in the spell book, and spells recorded in ancient books such as Fiendfyre. But there are many that may cause damage that I haven't tried yet, and I don't know if I can successfully cast them."
Zuo Si recited all the spells he had learned in one go.
He knew very well that the more he concealed information from someone like Dumbledore, the more suspicion he would arouse.
"All?! Can you learn those advanced spells just by looking at them once?" Dumbledore's tone revealed undisguised shock.
Zuo Si responded directly: "That's about right. The so-called spell is just to better guide the magic power in the body to interfere with matter and energy.
Once you understand this principle, everything else will be very simple.
Concentrate on feeling the changes in your own magic power when you chant the spell, find the most obvious part of it, and then strengthen it to the maximum extent. In theory, you can successfully release the spell.
All that remains is to practice repeatedly to achieve the maximum effect with the least amount of magic power consumed.
After all, with convenient tools like magic wands to enhance magical perception, it would be difficult not to learn.
As for those wizards who have difficulty casting spells, I think that either their original qualifications are limited and they are not enough to reach the threshold of becoming a qualified wizard, or they simply don’t put their minds on it at all.”
"You can sense the fluctuations of magic power in your body when you chant a spell? What a terrifying talent!" Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh. "Then can you cast the Patronus spell?"
"The Patronus Charm?"
Zuo Si instantly realized what the "Principal" wanted to express, and immediately smiled and pulled out his wand and waved it gently.
"Expect God to Guard!"
The next second...
A ball of silver-white light shot out from the front end of the wand.
Within a few seconds, these light balls turned into the shape of a small dragon.
However, if you observe carefully, you will find that this dragon is not the beast-like fire dragon in this world, but a giant dragon with wisdom from the continent of Faerun.
Since the image of the Patronus Charm can reveal a person's inner world to some extent, Dumbledore should want to figure out what Zuo Si's thoughts and inner world are like.
Without a doubt!
Dragons in this world symbolize pure strength and power.
But it does not have any tendency towards good or evil.
Therefore, the principal was obviously relieved.
He was too old, too old to have the time and energy to deal with an evil wizard who was very likely to be more talented than Tom Riddle.
"A very beautiful Patronus, and the most amazing Patronus I have ever seen. It seems that there are many happy memories worth recalling in your memory." Dumbledore commented with a smile.
Zuo Si waved his hand to cancel the Patronus he had summoned, and responded meaningfully: "People should try to make themselves surrounded by happy emotions every day. In this regard, I think everyone should learn from the Weasley twin brothers. At least they live happily every day, and try to make others around them happy too."
"They are indeed happy. But if all students at Hogwarts were so naughty, the professors and administrators would go crazy."
Dumbledore was obviously in a good mood and even made a joke.
Although George and Fred caused trouble almost every once in a while after they entered school, he still admired their positive and optimistic attitude towards life, as well as the bravery and fearlessness unique to Gryffindor.
"But you didn't stop them, did you? From what I've heard, the twins are currently wandering around the school floor near the kitchen, trying to get into the kitchen that's full of house-elves."
Needless to say, Zuo Si knew exactly what the twins did every night.
Because the other person was almost the same as him. After the curfew, he would find ways to sneak out and explore the unknown secret corners of Hogwarts Castle.
Usually, I would wait until around two o'clock in the morning before sneaking back to the dormitory to sleep.
"Ah, these are really troublesome students. I have to find a way to teach them both a lesson, otherwise God knows what kind of trouble they will get into." Dumbledore sighed with some embarrassment.
But soon, he changed the subject and took out a small bottle that looked like it was made of crystal from his pocket: "If you don't mind, can you give me some of your blood?"
"My blood?"
Zuo Si's heart suddenly started to alarm.
"Yes, your blood. I suspect that you may not be a pure Muggle-born. One of your father, mother, grandparents, or grandfathers may be wizards. Otherwise, a young wizard from a normal Muggle family, no matter how smart and talented he is, cannot be so amazing. Don't worry, it's just a small test. It won't make any impression on you."
As he spoke, Dumbledore held the bottle in his hand forward.
Without asking, one could tell that the main purpose of his coming here tonight was to figure out that inexplicable feeling of closeness.
"Okay, that's what I want to know too."
Zuo Si hesitated for a moment, and finally released a cutting spell on his fingers, gently cutting a small hole and dripping a few drops of blood into the bottle.
After entering the bottle, these drops of blood immediately emitted a dazzling red light and began to burn like a flame.
It took about ten seconds before it was completely extinguished.
"What does this mean?" Zuo Si asked, pretending to be ignorant.
Dumbledore calmly put away the bottle and replied, "It means that among three generations of your family, at least one person is a wizard, and a very powerful wizard. In other words, the Sorting Hat was not wrong. You are not a Muggle, but a half-blood wizard. It's just that your parents don't have the talent to become wizards, so the elders may have hidden this secret."
"Half-blood wizard? Me?"
Zuo Si suppressed the urge to laugh and pretended to be surprised.
He finally realized that Dumbledore was also a master at deceiving and misleading others by selectively telling the truth.
What? There is at least one wizard in three generations of a family! It's all a lie! The real test of the bottle just now was whether it contained the blood of the Dumbledore family.
This can be seen from the other person's clenched hands hidden under his sleeves.
"Yes. Your intelligence far exceeds that of your peers, as well as the gift from your elders' bloodline, have made it possible for you to learn magic effortlessly.
If the little wizard was from a pure Muggle family, the actual situation would be the same as Miss Granger.
Although I excel in theoretical learning, I always encounter some problems when it comes to practical operations.
Well, I have other things to deal with, remember to go back to the dormitory and rest early. "
After saying this, Dumbledore turned and disappeared into the dark corridor outside the library.
After watching the headmaster walk away, Zuo Si immediately showed a playful smile on his face. He stroked his chin and whispered, "Will this greatest wizard of our time go to find his brother Aberforth, or his old lover Gellert Grindelwald? It's really exciting."
But he soon drew his attention back and began to absorb knowledge from those forbidden books, while trying to restore some simple spells into a state sufficient to form a stable spell structure, and then sealed them in parchment scrolls.
Since this was a very large and complex project, Zuo Si did not expect to succeed in a short period of time.
After a whole night of hard work, dozens of pieces of parchment and half a bottle of special ink were wasted, and all he got in the end was a torn floating spell scroll.
The reason why it is called broken is that after activating this scroll, it can only make very light objects such as a feather or a pen float.
If it was a little heavier, the spell would immediately fail and could not be considered a true and complete levitation spell.
But this is obviously a good start.
At least it proves that Zuo Si's idea is correct. The spells in this world can indeed be transcribed into scrolls just like the spells and divine arts of Furen.
…
At the same time, at dawn, Albus Dumbledore came alone to Hogsmeade village near Hogwarts and knocked on the door of the Hog's Head Inn.
After a while, an old man who looked somewhat similar to him but behaved more rudely and strangely opened the door from the inside.
The two brothers stared at each other for a full minute before Aberforth asked in a tone full of disgust: "What do you want?"
"I have something I need to discuss with you alone." Albus stated his purpose directly.
"Come in!"
Although Aberforth had a look of disgust on his face, he let his brother in and closed the door behind him.
He didn't even go to pour a glass of wine, he just stood there.
But Albus didn't care about this and said directly: "I found a little wizard of Muggle origin among the new students of Hogwarts this year. He has the blood of Dumbledore family flowing in his body."
"What? I didn't hear you clearly! Could you please repeat it again?"
Aberforth opened his mouth in surprise, thinking that his ears were hallucinating.
"You heard it right. Another child with Dumbledore's bloodline has appeared. But unlike Aurelius decades ago, I can't be sure who he is descended from."
Albus briefly explained the situation.
"Damn! You mean... he might be a descendant of Aurelius or our aunt Honoria?" Aberforth's face showed tension and excitement.
Especially when the name Aurelius was mentioned, his whole body was shaking slightly.
Because Aurelius also has another name, Credence, who is Aberforth's biological son and the Silent who followed Gellert Grindelwald.
Albus shook his head slightly. "I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. It could also be that our fathers, grandfathers, or even our ancestors long ago accidentally left their bloodline in the Muggle world, or it could simply have been created out of thin air using some ancient magic.
I will confirm this with Gellert later.
But it is undeniable that the power of this bloodline has awakened in this young man's body and has become extremely powerful and astonishing.
You know what? He could cast any spell easily just by looking at it once and trying it a few times.
This incredible talent is something I have never seen in any other wizard in my life.
So I need your help.”
"help?"
Aberforth frowned subconsciously.
"Yes, help. I hope there is someone who can give this child some correct guidance and make sure he doesn't go astray. Because he is an orphan, and his intelligence and precocity are scary." Albus expressed his thoughts.
"An orphan? Where are his parents?"
Aberforth's frown deepened.
"The child's parents were Aurors from the Muggle world, and they died in the line of duty while performing a dangerous mission. As members of the Dumbledore family, now that we have discovered this, we have the responsibility and obligation to help him, right?" Albus' expression suddenly became very serious.
Aberforth was silent for a few seconds, then quickly raised his head and asked tentatively: "What do you want me to do?"
"It's simple. Become his friend and provide him with some life lessons and guidance when needed."
"Okay, I agree. But you should know that I don't have much experience in taking care of children."
"Believe me, he is different from all the children you have met before. You can even treat him as an adult."
…
Zuo Si obviously didn't know that his own headmaster Dumbledore had already begun to arrange a life mentor for him, and he still lived a life of going between the classroom and the library during the day.
Since he almost never interacted with other classmates, even students in the same college, he was a typical weirdo in the eyes of most children.
Of course, Hermione, who spent all day in the library, was also considered a weirdo.
However, with the arrival of flying lessons on Thursday afternoon, all first-year students from wizarding families began to get excited.
Everyone is trying to brag about how fast they have ridden and what tricks they have performed.
But Zuo Si was not very interested in this.
After all, he had ridden a dragon before, and could even transform himself into a blue dragon. He was not very interested in flying magic creations like flying brooms.
He also felt that the design of the flying broom was not scientific at all. Although it had a small cushion, it could make a sharp turn when hit or moved at high speed, which could cause a "fatal blow" to a man's lower body.
"Hey, Soth. You're about to start your flying lesson. Why don't you have any reaction at all? Aren't you excited?"
Ron, who had been bragging to Harry for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask a question.
"What's there to be excited about?
How fast is a flying broom? Can it exceed the speed of sound? In the Muggle world, supersonic aircraft that are several times faster than sound and rockets that can directly break through the atmosphere into space and even the moon have long been developed.
Even civilian airliners can easily reach 800 kilometers per hour, which is nearly 500 miles.
Compared with it, the flying broom is far inferior in terms of speed and comfort.
Maybe the only advantage is that it is portable and can take off and land anywhere? "
Zuo Si casually expressed his views on flying brooms.
Ron, who just wanted to regain some sense of superiority by relying on his wizard family background, was immediately depressed by these words.
Although he was not very clear about what airplanes and rockets were, he still knew their flying speeds in kilometers and miles per hour.
Even this year's latest model, the Nimbus 2000, can only reach a top speed of 300 kilometers per hour, which cannot be compared with an airplane that can reach a speed of 800 kilometers per hour.
Seeing Ron, who was still talking big in the last second, fell silent in the next second, Harry smiled very unkindly.
Because he found that whenever someone around him became too proud and wanted to provoke Zuo Si or show off, this "weird guy" who usually stayed in the library could always refute the other party with the sharpest words.
"But this is a course, and we need to at least get a decent grade at the end of the semester."
Hermione looked up and reminded.
The girl looked very nervous at the moment, and her palms were sweating.
But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, I will get an O (excellent)."
"So confident? You've never even ridden a flying broom!"
Ron, who always liked to argue about everything, immediately raised his question.
He had seen many young wizards fall off their brooms when they rode them for the first time, so he felt that Zuo Si might make a fool of himself in this class.
"Facts speak louder than words. Anyway, we will know the result in class later. In addition, I have to remind you that it is best not to show off your pitiful flying experience in front of Harry. If nothing unexpected happens, his talent in this area is much higher than yours." Zuo Si said meaningfully.
"What's the meaning?"
Ron was stunned.
"Take a look at the Quidditch trophy and you'll see a lot of interesting and familiar names."
After saying this, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to these little guys. He lowered his head and began to organize the spells and magic models that he had analyzed in the past few days. He planned to release the first book within a month or two that specifically introduces how to make magic scrolls.
His purpose was very simple, which was to make a name for himself in this way and gain a certain status in the wizarding community throughout Europe and even the world.
In addition, you can also get a lot of extra gold galleons which are urgently needed.
You have to know that the little money that was exchanged at Gringotts before school started had long been spent.
Especially the blood of the fire dragon, its price is simply astonishingly expensive.
This can be seen from the description of Horace Slughorn, the Potions Professor in the original Half-Blood Prince.
Zuo Si bought only a little to make magic ink and went completely bankrupt.
As for the Thestrals' blood, some was drawn from the Thestrals raised in Hogwarts while the gamekeeper Hagrid was not paying attention.
From the actual effect, the ink made from fire dragon blood is obviously much stronger than the thestral blood. It can seal the magical power in the scroll to the maximum extent and is suitable for storing those powerful spells.
But the latter is not completely useless. Although its power is much weaker, it has the advantage of price, making it affordable for even the poorest wizards.
In short, Zuo Si was very optimistic about the prospects of the magic scroll. He believed that once this thing was invented, it would surely become popular throughout the wizarding world like Feren, and become another indispensable personal equipment for wizards after the magic wand.
After all, most wizards in this world are very biased in their specialties, and everyone has their own spells that they are good at and not good at.
The scroll can make up for its own shortcomings to the greatest extent.
For example, a wizard who is not good at the Patronus Charm can ask a friend who is good at it to copy two copies for him so that he can use them to save his life when encountering Dementors.
When the scroll becomes popular in the entire wizarding world, we can also launch Faerun's magic storage wands, rings and other equipment.
By then, if several spells unique to Faerun are transformed into spells of this world, Zuo Si's image in the eyes of wizards will gradually change from a genius at the beginning to the most professional and authoritative master in this field.
After gaining a respected social status, he can use a variety of means to get what he needs and eventually build an absolutely safe shelter here.
If I get into big trouble in Furen one day, I can always come here and hide for a while.
As the time came to 3:30 in the afternoon, the one-hour break finally ended.
The first-year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin came to the open space outside.
Madam Rolanda Hooch had been waiting for a long time, and immediately shouted to the students whose faces were filled with excitement and expectation: "Okay! What are you waiting for? Everyone stand next to the flying broom. Quick, quick, hurry up."
As the resolute lady shouted, the freshmen found a relatively less shabby-looking flying broom nearby.
There is no way! These are antiques from who knows how many years ago, specially used for new students to do basic exercises, just for simple familiarity with the operation, nothing more.
"Stretch out your right hand! Place it above the broom! And then say loudly - RISE!"
Madam Hooch explained to the young wizards from Muggle families as loudly as she could.
Because this course is basically designed specifically for them.
Students from wizarding families basically have their own flying brooms before they go to school, so they don't need to learn how to use them.
"stand up!"
"stand up!"
For a moment, the area around the grass was filled with the little wizards' shouting at the top of their lungs.
But only a very few people succeed in summoning a flying broom the first time.
The rest either continued to roll on the ground or did not move at all.
"Damn it! Why isn't my broom moving? Is it too old and broken?" Hermione muttered anxiously.
Because she had just seen Harry make the broom jump off the ground with just one sound.
Zuo Si corrected with a smile: "No, it's not broken, but you are using it in the wrong way. Remember what I told you in the library last time? In the magical world, everything is ultimately caused by magic. So the broom didn't respond to you, it's just that you haven't found the best way to use magic. Now let me show you again."
As the last word came out of his mouth, everyone saw that Zuo Si didn't even say "get up", the broom floated directly in front of him out of thin air, and even flew slowly around his body under the guidance of a finger.
"Merlin's beard! How...how did he do that?" Ron opened his mouth in surprise.
A bitter smile appeared on Harry's face. "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Remember the story I told you about the genius children in the Muggle world? Things that seem impossible to do in the eyes of others are as easy for them as eating and drinking water."
"What a horrible monster! I heard from Hermione that South has almost finished reading one-third of the books in the library. The number of spells he knows now may be more than many seventh-year graduates." Ron complained in a low voice.
"I think this is why Malfoy has always been so honest. Look at his eyes now, there is fear mixed with resentment. As long as Thors appears, this guy will become a lot more honest."
As he said this, Harry did not try to hide his gloating.
Because ever since he rejected the olive branch extended by the young master before the opening ceremony, Draco has been trying every possible way to make trouble for him.
The love-hate relationship between the two began in the first week of school.
Ron nodded in agreement. "That's why I never disliked South. Compared to the hated Malfoy, he just has a slightly weird personality at best."
(End of this chapter)
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