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.
毕竟由于巫师的数量始终不是很多，而且居住的地方非常分散。
所以魔法界也没有人专门研究过社会学，压根没有人意识到像伏地魔和盖勒特·格林德沃为什么能够崛起，又为何有那么多支持者并且一呼百应。
但作为旁观者，左思却非常清楚看到了魔法界极为严重的内部矛盾和割裂。
其中盖勒特·格林德沃的崛起，源自于巫师们对于麻瓜们在两次世界大战中自相残杀所表现出来的高效、残忍感到焦虑，所以才产生并爆发一场试图推翻保密法的革命，试图建立起一个由巫师们主导的世界。
但随着他在决斗中输给了邓布利多，麻瓜世界的第二次世界大战也落下帷幕，各个国家又再度整体上恢复到和平状态，那种紧张焦虑的情绪渐渐消失，巫师们自然也就没有了之前迫切的渴望跟需求。
至于伏地魔在英国魔法界掀起的第二次狂潮，其根源是纯血家族对于魔法界混血巫师和麻瓜巫师数量越来越多，直接威胁到自身利益和统治权而爆发的反扑。
简单来说就是腐朽守旧派势力不甘心就这么一点点被排挤出历史舞台，所以倾尽全力想要扭转局势对整个魔法界进行一次大清洗。
但是很可惜，他们失败了，而且输得非常惨。
不少历史悠久的家族甚至是直接绝嗣灭亡，又或者只剩下一两个、两三个幸存者。
其余不是被干掉，就是关进阿兹卡班监狱变成了疯子和神经病。
但这一次打击并没有让纯血家族彻底一蹶不振。
那些幸存下来的家族正在卧薪尝胆慢慢积蓄力量，试图等待下一次反扑倒算的机会。
也就是说，由于没有发动大清洗，导致撕裂英国魔法界的矛盾仍然存在。
这也是伏地魔能够再次归来并掀起惊涛骇浪的主要原因。
左思觉得，如果想要改变魔法界现状，其实最简单的办法就是让男性拿着迷情剂去诱拐麻瓜女性，然后使其怀孕并生下大量混血子女。
如果一个男人能成功诱惑一百个女人，并且让其生育两百个孩子，那么其中只要有三分之一的人拥有成为巫师的天赋，魔法界的巫师数量也必然会成倍的增加。
只要这个政策坚持下去，甚至可以悄无声息之间让数量占据绝对多数的麻瓜们渐渐变成少数，直至整个世界的人全部都变成拥有施法能力的巫师。
反正有遗忘咒和麻瓜驱逐咒，理论上根本不用担心会被对方察觉到。
沉默了很长一段时间，邓布利多才用略带怪异的语气问：“这些都是你在麻瓜世界生活的时候通过读书学到的？为什么其他来自麻瓜世界的小巫师从来没有提到过呢？”
“因为他们的年纪都太小了，其父母根本不可能给他们买这些有一定深度的著作，就算会买了也不定读得懂。另外，即便是在麻瓜世界，读过这类书的也终究只是极少数人。而且我现在知道，圣诞节的时候应该给您送一份什么样的礼物了。”左思面带微笑的解释道。
“我十分期待你的圣诞礼物。对了，如果不介意的话，能告诉我你携带的这些墨水和龙血，还有羊皮纸卷轴，究竟是打算做什么吗？”
邓布利多疑惑的扫了一眼桌子上那些不知道有什么用处且乱七八糟的东西。
“我在研究尝试把魔咒抄录并封印到羊皮纸上制作成卷轴。到时候，巫师们在需要用到自己不擅长的魔法时，就可以通过简单激活卷轴来弥补这一点。”
左思没有掩饰什么，大大方方说出了自己第一个用来打响天才名号的研究课题。
毕竟抄录卷轴的技术都是现成的，唯一的难点就在于一个一个解析、复原那些被简化到极致的魔咒，使其能够以稳定的结构封存于羊皮纸卷轴内。
至于专用的墨水，他已经研究了龙血和夜骐两个版本。
“把咒语封印到卷轴之中保存，并在需要的时候激活使用？”
邓布利多的眼睛里闪过一抹惊艳的光芒。
因为如果这项研究成功了，那么绝对是一项足以震动乃至颠覆整个魔法界的重大发明发明，搞不好还会在历史上留下浓墨重彩的一笔。
左思轻轻点了点头：“没错。不过在抄录和存储的过程中，我发现一个问题，那就是现代的咒语往往都经过极致的简化，没有办法形成稳定的法术结构，所以才需要从这些禁书中寻找线索和答案。”
“你现在学会了多少个咒语？”邓布利多用不是很确定的语气问。
“嗯……大概所有的标准咒语、咒语之书上的进阶咒语，还有诸如厉火之类古代书籍上记载的咒语。不过有很多可能会造成破坏的我暂时没有尝试过，也不知道具体能不能成功释放。”
左思一股脑把自己学会的咒语全部说了出来。
他非常清楚，对于邓布利多这类人，越是隐瞒就越会引起对方的怀疑。
“全部？！难道那些高级咒语你也只看一遍就能学会吗？”邓布利多语气中透露出毫不掩饰的震惊。
左思直截了当回应道：“差不多吧。所谓的咒语，不过是为了更好的引导体内魔力来形成对物质与能量的干涉。
只要搞懂了这一原理，那么剩下的一切就非常简单了。
集中精神感受念咒时自身魔力的变化，找到其中浮动最明显的部分，然后最大限度强化它，理论上就能成功释放出该咒语。
剩下的就是通过反复练习，做到消耗最小的魔力来达到最大效果。
毕竟有魔杖这样便利的工具来强化魔力感知，想学不会都很难。
至于那些施咒困难的巫师，我认为要么是他们原本的资质有限，根本就不足以达到成为一名合格巫师的门槛，要么就是心思压根就没有放在这上边。”
“可以感知到念咒时体内魔力的起伏变化？真是令人感到害怕的天赋！”邓布利多忍不住感叹了一句。“那么你能施展守护神这个咒语么？”
“守护神咒？”
左思瞬间意识到“校长大人”想要表达的意思，立刻笑着抽出魔杖轻轻一挥。
“呼神护卫！”
下一秒……
魔杖前端射出一团银白色的光团。
紧跟着没过几秒钟，这些光团就化作一条小号巨龙的外形。
不过只要仔细观察就会发现，这条龙并不是这个世界宛如野兽一般的火龙，而是费伦大陆拥有智慧的巨龙。
介于守护神咒的形象可以在某种程度上展现出一个人的内心，所以邓布利多应该是想要搞清楚左思的思想和内心世界究竟是什么样子。
毫无疑问！
龙在这个世界象征着纯粹的强大与力量。
但却并不具备任何善恶倾向。
因此校长大人明显松了一口气。
他已经太老了，老到没有时间与精力再去对付一名极有可能在天赋上超过汤姆·里德尔的邪恶巫师。
“很漂亮的守护神，也是迄今为止我见过最惊人的守护神。看来在你的记忆之中，有很多值得回味的快乐。”邓布利多微笑着评价道。
左思挥手取消了自己召唤的守护神，意味深长的回应道：“人活着本就应该想办法让自己每一天都处在快乐情绪的包围中。在这方面，我认为所有人都应该向韦斯莱家的双胞胎兄弟学习。至少他们每一天都过的很开心，并且还尝试着让身边其他人都跟着一起开心。”
“他们的确很快乐。但要是霍格沃茨所有的学生都那么调皮捣蛋，教授和管理员会疯掉的。”
邓布利多的心情明显相当不错，甚至还开起了玩笑。
尽管乔治和弗雷德入学之后，几乎每隔一段时间就会搞出点事情来，但他还是非常欣赏两人积极乐观的人生态度，以及那种格兰芬多特有的勇敢无畏。
“可您却并没有阻止他们，不是吗？据我所知，这对双胞胎眼下就在学校靠近厨房附近的楼层游荡，并试图进入那个满是家养小精灵的厨房。”
不用问也知道，左思对于这对双胞胎每天晚上的活动了如指掌。
因为对方几乎跟他一样，每到宵禁开始之后都会想方设法溜出来，去探索霍格沃茨城堡不为人知的隐秘角落。
一般要等到凌晨两点钟左右才会悄悄溜回寝室睡觉。
“唉，真是让人不省心的学生呢。看来我得想办法给他们俩个教训，不然的话天知道会闯什么祸。”邓布利多有些为难的叹了口气。
不过很快，他就把话锋一转，从口袋里掏出一个像是水晶做的小瓶子：“要是不介意的话，能给我一点你的血吗？”
“我的血？”
左思内心之中瞬间警铃大作。
"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)