After all, doing things under Dumbledore's nose is a big challenge for both Quirrell and Voldemort.
Moreover, Snape had become alert and did not give the latter even the slightest chance.
However, for students, entering November means a big event, which is the Quidditch season that will be held as scheduled every semester.
The fanatical atmosphere was incomprehensible to Zuo Si, who had always been interested in sports.
What puzzled him even more was that many students would risk all their pocket money for the entire semester or even fight over which team was stronger.
Anyway, as the first Quidditch match of this semester approaches, the friction and conflicts between the various houses begin to escalate rapidly, causing the professors and castle managers to become extremely annoyed.
The students of Gryffindor House, in particular, were looking forward to the famous savior Harry Potter having an outstanding performance in the competition.
It would be best if we could defeat our arch-rival Slytherin House and bring back both the Quidditch trophy and the house cup.
Of course, this expectation also caused Harry considerable psychological pressure.
Because he had never been so valued and expected of by others before, he was afraid that he would not do well enough and disappoint everyone, so he was in a state of excitement and tension from morning to night every day.
In addition, as the temperature dropped sharply in November, the British Isles officially entered the cold and wet winter.
In order to keep warm, the little wizards put on thick and warm coats, and even had special scarves printed with the emblems of their respective colleges.
Whenever they had the chance, they would gather around a fireplace or bonfire to keep warm.
In the entire Hogwarts Castle, only Zuo Si was the maverick. He did not wear any clothes with the color of his own school. He only had a pure black robe, and even the logo of Slytherin House on it had been torn off.
This blatant disdain and contempt for the college made many Slytherin students very angry.
They couldn't even understand why the Sorting Hat sent such an outlier in.
However, apart from the helpless rage in their hearts, these little wizards could do nothing at all.
After all, in terms of strength, Zuo Si can defeat a group of them alone, and he is an expert in playing tricks and schemes.
Several senior girls even tried to put aphrodisiacs in drinks and food in an attempt to tame Zuo Si, the unruly genius.
But without exception, they all drank it for unknown reasons and ended up falling into crazy narcissism.
The ugly behavior he displayed under the effect of the potion will definitely become the dark history in his life that he is most reluctant to recall and face.
In the end, it was thanks to the antidote prepared by the headmaster Snape that he finally returned to normal.
From then on, drugging Zuo Si became a taboo in Slytherin House.
Because no one could figure out how Zuo Si managed to detect the potions in the food and drinks in advance, let alone how he made these girls drink the love potion willingly.
When faced with the unknown, most people's first subconscious reaction is often not curiosity, but fear from the bottom of their hearts.
What's more, with Ron's big mouth spreading the news, many students have heard that Zuo Si blew up an entire corridor and a giant monster with just one spell.
So Slytherin House's fear of him grew day by day.
Even some senior students began to call Zuo Si "King Cobra".
As one of the very few snakes that feed on snakes, this title symbolizes its special status in the academy and the fear it receives from other students.
Lucius Malfoy even wrote a letter to Draco himself, strictly forbidding his son to provoke Zuo Si again.
You have to know that he came from the era of Voldemort and understand what such a terrifying magical talent meant.
In this way, in a strange balance, Zuo Si spent several days comfortably without any interference.
When the time came to the eve of the Quidditch game, George, one of the Weasley twins, suddenly asked after finishing his assistant work: "Hey, South. Are you going to watch the game tomorrow?"
"No, I won't."
Zuo Si gave a negative answer without hesitation.
There's nothing wrong with his brain.
I would not sit on an outdoor platform in this cold and humid climate, blowing in the cold wind, risking being hit by bludgers and players falling from their broomsticks, to watch a game that is basically uninteresting and extremely boring.
Because the flying brooms were flying very fast and there were no large screens on the field to replay sports games like in the Muggle world, it was almost impossible to see the players who looked like black dots in the distance with the naked eye.
And there is no fairness in its rules.
The fact that catching the Golden Snitch could instantly earn 150 points and end the game was simply hilarious, turning the other team members into circus clowns serving the Seeker, just to provide a little entertainment and jokes before the Golden Snitch was caught, and to prevent the audience from falling asleep due to boredom.
What if the Snitch cannot be caught for a long time? Are these players really allowed to fly on the field for more than ten hours, dozens of hours, or even days or weeks? In that case, the audience would have run away long ago, and what would be the point of the game? The most outrageous thing is that this extremely dangerous and barbaric game does not distinguish between male and female groups, so it is extremely unfair to young students and female contestants.
When the players are riding brooms and colliding with each other, it goes without saying that the lighter one will suffer the most.
This also led to the fact that among the teams of the four Hogwarts colleges, the Slytherins, who were only pursuing victory, were almost all composed of strong boys from the senior grades.
Although there are girls in the other three teams, there are usually only one or two of them, and most of them play roles as substitutes or seekers, which do not require fierce confrontation.
In addition, in the books introducing Quidditch, more than 700 foul methods are listed, and all of them have appeared in the World Cup...
There are so many ways to cheat, and the monitoring and response measures are so minimal, basically relying entirely on the referee's eyes. Isn't this a disguised encouragement of fouls?
Oh, yes, and there is also the iron Bludger that can kill people.
Yes!
You heard it right!
This thing is made of iron! It can easily tear down a grandstand, and it can even keep up with high-speed flying brooms like the Nimbus 2000.
Imagine an iron ball with a diameter of 25 centimeters, which is almost twice the size of the shot put used in official international competitions.
Then, how terrifying is the kinetic energy that can be generated by hitting the human body at an average speed of 300 kilometers per hour? You should know that the shells of the modern M1857 field gun, also known as the Napoleon gun, which was so brilliant in the American Civil War, are far less than one-third of the size and weight of a Bludger.
It is estimated that only the 30-pound main battleship gun used by the British Royal Navy can barely compare with it.
This means that all players on the Quidditch field are constantly chased by a cannonball fired from a super-heavy artillery with a built-in tracking function.
Zuo Si was very skeptical as to how Harry Potter managed to survive being hit by a Bludger.
According to normal mechanics, even if only one arm was hit, the whole person would be thrown into the air and then fall headfirst to the ground, with the probability of breaking the neck or smashing the head exceeding 50%.
If he was even more unlucky and the Bludger fell vertically on the spot, the savior would have to say goodbye to his colorful life in advance.
As for the arm, it was definitely not just a broken bone, but it flew directly off the body accompanied by horrific bleeding.
Although with the current level of trauma treatment in the magic world, anyone who does not die on the spot can basically be saved.
But what if it shoots directly in the head or penetrates the heart?
One hundred percent of them will die on the spot! There won't be any suspense at all! Zuo Si seriously suspected that the guy who added the Bludger setting in the first place probably wanted to use this method to take revenge on society.
In his opinion, compared with the Bludger, the three unforgivable curses were weak.
The former can even kill people legally and reasonably.
However, although Zuo Si was not very interested in Quidditch games, he was quite interested in the manufacturing process of the Bludger. He planned to find some time to study it, make a few with solid iron balls, and inlay them with fine gold spikes or blades, and eventually achieve the permanent shrinking technique.
In this way, when you encounter a large number of enemies, you can release these "killer weapons" with automatic tracking functions. I believe the scene will be very spectacular.
Of course, on this basis, you can also add functions such as high-speed spin cutting to increase the lethality.
In short, Zuo Si is very optimistic about the weapons developed based on the Bludger.
"So you don't support the Slytherin team?" Fred's eyes lit up slightly.
"Yeah. Especially Captain Marcus Flint, don't hesitate to take drastic action when you can."
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone revealed his naked and undisguised malice towards this senior.
He would never forget that it was this guy who made the loudest noise on the first night of school and had been trying to make trouble in private.
"OK! Got it! Don't worry, we promise to knock Marcus Flint off the broom during tomorrow's game." George promised solemnly.
Fred agreed with a chuckle, "Right. We'll swing our bats at Marcus Flint and give him a taste of what it's like to fall off his broom."
"Hehe... When we joined the team and chose to be batsmen, wasn't it so that we could knock those annoying guys off their brooms on the field?"
"Yes! It's like swatting a fly, my dear brother."
George and Fred high-fived each other in perfect tacit understanding, with happy smiles on their faces.
Seeing this funny couple start to show their comedic talents again, Hermione couldn't help but hold her forehead and asked, "If I remember correctly, being hit by a Blurger should be a very dangerous thing, right?"
"Yes, it is very, very dangerous. According to records, the highest mortality rate in Quidditch is being hit by a Bludger, followed by accidentally falling off a broom."
Fred answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
"Then why are you using it to hit people? Aren't you afraid of someone getting killed?" Hermione's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.
She couldn't believe that a school would allow students to participate in such a dangerous sport with absolutely no protection.
George shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "If someone is killed by a Bludger on the court, it's just bad luck. No one else can be blamed. By the way, people who are hit by a Bludger die very quickly and don't feel any pain at all."
"I totally agree! When I was a kid, I watched a game where a poor seeker got his head smashed on the spot because he didn't notice the Budger flying by." Fred also added fuel to the fire.
It can be seen from the twin brothers' nonchalant attitude that they don't care much about dying in such a dangerous sport.
In other words, wizards' views on life and death are fundamentally different from those of Muggles.
Many wizards are not even afraid of death at all, and even enjoy the tension and excitement of a brush with death.
"My God! This is so barbaric and bloody. I can't believe that the Ministry of Magic has banned many dark arts, but it has not banned this ridiculous competition that has caused countless casualties."
Hermione was obviously frightened by the horrific scenes described by the two brothers.
After all, she has been an excellent student and a good child since she was a child, and she has an instinctive fear of blood and death.
"Believe me, if the Ministry of Magic dares to ban this sport, the current Minister of Magic will be impeached and removed from office in minutes. You don't understand the importance of Quidditch to wizards." George explained seriously.
On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, the twin brothers told Hermione a lot about the origin of Quidditch and how it gradually developed into the first national sport in the wizarding world.
It even lists some very famous Quidditch players in school, such as Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House.
I have to say, this news is indeed quite shocking.
At least Hermione could hardly see any trace of a Quidditch player in Professor McGonagall, who always looked serious.
It is even more difficult to imagine this respectable professor, when he was young, wearing his team uniform and riding a broomstick, violently colliding with his opponents in the sky, and then winning one game after another.
But no matter what, through George and Fred's description, the girl finally had a deep understanding of the status of Quidditch in the wizarding world.
Its importance and popularity even far exceed the status of football in the Muggle world.
Early the next morning, the lobby on the first floor was packed with people.
Since there were no classes, almost all students of all ages in the school gathered here, enjoying a rich and nutritious breakfast while discussing which college team would win the championship trophy this year.
Of course, the most talked about topic is whether Harry Potter, who was promoted out of turn, can demonstrate the ability and level that matches his fame.
This kind of public discussion in front of so many people, where he was pointed at and criticized by others, made poor Harry so nervous that he couldn't even eat.
"You have to eat some breakfast."
"I don't want to eat anything."
"At least have one piece of toast."
"I'm not hungry."
The more people around him coaxed and persuaded him, the worse Harry felt, and the greater the psychological pressure he felt.
He even saw his roommate Seamus Finnigan smearing ketchup on the sausages on his plate, and he vowed: "Eat something, buddy, you need to maintain sufficient physical strength. Because the seeker is always the main target of the opponent's defense. If you don't eat, you will have no strength and might be knocked off the broom."
"And there's the Blurger! That thing is extremely dangerous! It's like a high-speed moving cannonball. If it hits your head or heart, you'll most likely die on the spot. You have to be extra careful." Hermione, who had just returned from the library, reminded worriedly.
In order to confirm the material and weight of the Bludger, she went to check some relevant books early in the morning.
You won't know the result until you see it, and you'll be shocked when you see it.
According to the density of iron, a Bludger with a diameter of 25 centimeters could weigh an astonishing 60 kilograms or more.
If you get hit by this thing, you can basically say goodbye to this world.
In the girl's eyes, the Quidditch sport that is popular throughout the wizarding world has been upgraded from "extremely dangerous" to "murderous game".
Beaters like the Weasley twins were executioners with a legal license to kill.
Most importantly, she simply couldn't figure out what kind of spells and magic were cast on a mere stick that could instantly stop a 64-kilogram iron ball flying at high speed and forcibly change its flight direction.
You have to know that this is equivalent to a shell fired from a heavy naval gun.
"Don't worry, Bludgers are usually heavy and the chances of being hit are low as long as you are smart. What's more, our academy's beaters George and Fred will protect Harry." Seamus Finnigan shrugged indifferently.
"But if you get hit, the chance of dying on the spot is over 90%. Damn it! I don't understand why you are so obsessed with such a dangerous sport."
Hermione rolled her eyes angrily and turned to discuss countermeasures with Zuo Si, who always sat in the corner of the hall and was not sociable.
But before she could get close, she suddenly saw Slytherin's female prefect Gemma Farley walk past her and walk straight to Zuo Si, smiling and asking: "Will you come to watch the Quidditch game today? Or in other words, are you willing to support our college team?"
"I don't want to. But if the Beaters of the Gryffindor team could knock Marcus Flint and his group of simple-minded, strong-limbed bastards down from the sky and cripple them one by one, I would be very happy to go there and watch it in person. It's a pity that the professors won't allow this to happen."
As he said this, Zuo Si showed an expression of deep regret on his face, and he did not lower his voice at all, deliberately letting the Slytherin team members who were eating not far away hear it.
Especially when Captain Marcus Flint heard himself being named and called a "waste", he immediately became so angry that his face turned red, and he even crushed the boiled egg in his hand.
Some senior students, overcome by anger, even subconsciously stood up and tried to draw their wands.
But just one second later, everyone regained their composure and clarity.
Because the front end of the wand in Zuo Si's hand had begun to flash a dazzling white light at some point, and his face was filled with an expectant and dangerous smile, as if a powerful spell would be shot out from the front end in the next moment.
This action instantly reminded them of the pain they felt on the first night of school when they were trapped in the stairs and burned by flames.
Facts have proven that fighting violence with violence is always the fastest and most effective method.
Even the law is based on fighting violence with violence.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't intend to let them go, and continued to mock in front of the whole school: "See? This is the Slytherin College team, a bunch of trash who only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong. I'm not even sure if they can still be called men. Maybe Marcus Flint should take the lead and go to the Muggle hospital to cut off the thing down there and do a sex change operation. It's useless to keep it anyway. In this way, they can call each other sisters."
As this extremely insulting remark was blurted out, the students from other colleges in the entire first-floor hall were stunned for two or three seconds, and then they all burst into deafening laughter at the same time.
Especially the Gryffindor house, which was about to compete with Slytherin, stood up collectively and clapped loudly while cheering loudly.
After all, the Slytherin Quidditch team's style is very "dirty". They often use various foul methods when the referee is not paying attention, so that no students except those in this college like them.
So when they get into trouble, they immediately attract a large group of people who gloat and watch the fun.
When Gemma Farley saw this, she instantly realized she had screwed up.
She originally wanted to use the Quidditch match to ease the tense relationship between Zuo Si and the college, but she never expected that it would directly intensify the conflict.
Just look at the angry eyes of the Slytherin students behind him and you will know that they absolutely hate this outlier now.
"Why do you have to do this?" Gemma Farley asked, frowning.
As a smart senior girl, she was sure that Zuo Si was definitely not trying to get along well with other students in the college, so he provoked and stimulated the most sensitive nerve of the "little snakes" again and again.
Otherwise, normally, no matter how much you hate the pure-bloods, you shouldn't target the entire Slytherin house.
"When you can figure out this problem, come and talk to me again." Zuo Si said meaningfully.
In the end, Gemma Farley could only turn around and leave with strong doubts and confusion.
With her current vision, it was impossible for her to see through Headmaster Dumbledore's thoughts.
Ever since he suffered from "Dark Lord Stress Syndrome", this old man, who is hailed as the greatest wizard of our time, has subconsciously become wary and alert to any young wizard with precocious personality and outstanding magical talent.
So when Zuo Si showed his terrifying magical talent, he must not have too good a relationship with the Slytherin students, let alone become their leader.
Otherwise, it will definitely be regarded as a potential huge threat.
Of course, as a white wizard, Dumbledore would definitely not do anything to nip the threat in the bud.
But targeting and restrictions in various aspects are inevitable.
This is also why Zuo Si always tried to be a maverick in school. Not only did he deliberately make the relationship with students in his own college very bad, but he also didn't interact much with people from other colleges.
Apart from not wanting to play house games with a group of kids, it was more to make Dumbledore clearly realize that there were essential differences between himself and Voldemort.
"What did Gemma Farley tell you?"
After the Slytherin female head teacher left, Hermione came over and asked cautiously.
Zuo Si responded with a smile: “Nothing, just some boring tricks.
She was trying to ease the tension between me and other students in the academy, and then use this as a bargaining chip to gain more prestige and influence.
There are countless ambitious people like her in Slytherin, but she is one of the few who has no grudge against me.
By the way, you are dressed like this, are you planning to go to the Quidditch match?"
Hermione lowered her head and glanced at the conspicuous Gryffindor scarf and house badge on her body, and sighed slightly.
"Alas - I just don't want anything to happen to Harry. You know, although his parents are wizards, they grew up in a Muggle family. Their knowledge of Quidditch is limited to the short two months since they entered school, and their total training time is no more than a hundred hours."
"Have fun, then. And if George and Fred do knock Marcus Flint off his broom, let me know when you're done."
After saying this, Zuo Si stood up, turned around and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the upper floor under the gaze of countless eyes.
You have to know that at this time, almost all the students and professors in the school were attracted by the Quidditch game that was about to begin, so the whole castle was surprisingly quiet.
After a while, he returned to the room assigned to him for experiments.
Just as Zuo Si was about to take advantage of this opportunity and try to create a powerful weapon like the Bludger, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.
After about two or three seconds, the tightly closed door opened automatically, and Quirinus Quirrell, who always wore a large turban, walked in from outside.
"What can I do for you, Professor?"
Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and instantly became alert.
Because according to the original plot, this guy should have gone to the court to cast a curse on Harry Potter's broom.
"Why didn't you go to the stadium to watch the Quidditch match like other students?" Quirrell asked with interest.
At this moment, his speaking attitude was completely different from his usual stuttering and timid appearance. Not only was he speaking very fluently, but his tone also carried a strong sense of superiority.
Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be disdainful: "Because I have no interest in those boring wizard sports that lack entertainment and fairness. If the school turns this ridiculous competition into a duel, then I might go and take a look."
"Oh? You like wizard duels?"
A barely perceptible smile flashed in Qi Luo's eyes.
"No, I just simply hope to learn more knowledge and skills about casting spells from the professors' demonstrations." Zuo Si explained calmly.
He could feel that the sudden appearance of this guy in this room must mean that Voldemort had set his sights on him.
I'm just not sure what the other party is trying to do.
Poor Quirrell didn't know his biggest secret had been exposed yet, and he still nodded and praised: "You really deserve to be praised as a genius who can lead a new era in the future. If other people were one tenth as smart and studious as you, there wouldn't be so many students who couldn't pass OWLs (Ordinary Wizard Level Exams). If nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to pass NEWTs (Ultimate Wizard Level Exams) in a few years."
"Professor, what exactly do you want to express? If you have something to say, please speak directly. My time is very precious." Zuo Si urged impatiently.
"Haha, don't be impatient, dear Soth. Actually, I came here today mainly to extend an invitation. I wonder if you are interested in joining the ranks of a great wizard like me?"
After going around in circles for a long time, Quirrell finally revealed his true identity.
In his opinion, no matter what kind of genius one is, he will inevitably develop a strong interest in magical powers, especially the black magic that is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.
Therefore, he only needed to throw out some black magic spells and knowledge to lure Zuo Si step by step to become Voldemort's servant.
By the time the other party realizes it, there is already no turning back.
In fact, many young wizards were lured in this way and eventually became Death Eaters.
"A great wizard?" Zuo Si had a very strange expression on his face.
Because he really didn't think that Voldemort had even the slightest connection with the word great.
Maybe this guy is indeed a very powerful master of the dark arts, and his wanton killings have made the entire British wizarding community very afraid of him, but in the end he is just a second-rate person who is not up to standard.
Quirrell nodded seriously. "That's right. But I'm not in a position to reveal his name right now. Here is a notebook about spells that will never be taught in school. I believe you will understand after reading it."
After saying that, Quirrell took out a rather old-looking notebook from his arms, gently placed it on the table, then turned around and left quickly with a meaningful smile.
After the guy had completely walked away, Zuo Si picked it up and roughly flipped through it, and found that all the records inside were about dark magic that was expressly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.
He had seen most of them in the restricted section of the library, but there were a few spells that should have been found or invented by Voldemort after graduation, except for the three unforgivable curses.
"Interesting, does that noseless guy want to recruit me into his gang?" Zuo Si touched his chin with a playful expression.
There is no doubt that if this notebook is given to other young wizards in Hogwarts, they will most likely be attracted by the vicious spells with curse-like effects in it, and then fall deeper and deeper into it unknowingly.
But in his eyes, such magic spells were too low-level.
Apart from a few spells that still have some reference value, most of them are not even interesting enough to learn.
So after briefly flipping through it, Zuo Si threw the notebook on the table and began to concentrate on practicing his previous ideas.
He first took a pile of iron products found in an abandoned warehouse and directly fused them together to form a super large iron ball with a diameter of two meters.
In order to increase the lethality, countless raised steel needles were molded on the surface of the iron ball, each of which was about as long as two fingers.
There are also sharp blades extending up to seventy centimeters on both sides.
Over the next hour, Zuo Si followed the instructions in the book on how to make a Bludger and cast various spells on this "big killer" one after another.
After a series of enchantments are completed, it floats in the air out of thin air, spinning like a gyroscope at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.
I guess if someone accidentally gets close at this time, they would be chopped into minced meat or puree in minutes.
It can be predicted that when this thing starts to hit a target at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the scene will be extremely bloody and brutal, and not even a complete corpse will be left behind.
Because at the moment of approach, the high-speed rotating blades will cut a person into countless small pieces alive.
Then the steel needles will grind the chopped pieces of meat into minced meat.
Finally, it withstood another impact from an iron ball weighing dozens of tons and was completely reduced to ashes.
Not to mention humans, even a fire dragon would probably die miserably on the spot if hit by it, with no chance of survival at all.
Reality has once again proved that the most powerful magic in the world has never been the Unforgivable Curses, nor the advanced spells such as Fiendfire and Water Prison that look visually stunning, but the Bludger invented in Quidditch.
As long as you throw this thing to a high enough height, and then use its own flying ability and gravity acceleration to smash directly into the designated target, it will basically be a death sentence if it hits, and there won't be any suspense at all.
Unless the opponent can sense the danger two or three seconds in advance at the last moment and use Apparition to escape.
Otherwise, no matter whether you are Dumbledore or Voldemort, you will be destroyed on the spot if hit by the "Holy Ball of Physics".
"Well, it looks pretty good. But where can I find something to test its power?" Zuo Si was obviously in a dilemma.
He guaranteed that if he took this thing outside the school, he would be caught by the professors in minutes and have it confiscated directly.
After much hesitation, Zuo Si finally practiced a shrinking technique and shrunk it to only one sixteenth of its original size, then stuffed it into his bag and carried it with him.
There will be plenty of things to experiment with when we return to Faerun over the Christmas holidays.
If the effect is good, he plans to get dozens of them, then make a separate container to store them, and release them all at once when needed, and restore them to their normal size.
When Zuo Si thought of dozens of high-speed rotating iron balls that could tear flesh and blood into pieces in an instant, killing everyone on the battlefield, and the terrified expressions on the enemies' faces, his heart was filled with anticipation.
The most important thing is that this thing is not only incredibly lethal, but also very cheap to make.
Now all he needs is a land card, and he can use it at will in any world.
Of course, another option is to make it into a treasure card.
However, that would cost more mana, which was not in line with the original design concept, so it was directly eliminated.
Just as Zuo Si was thinking about what opportunity he should find to make a Hogwarts land card, the Weasley twin brothers suddenly rushed in from outside the door.
George excitedly raised his hands and shouted, "We won! We won! Harry really didn't let us down! He successfully caught the Golden Snitch in his first competition!"
"Not only that! We also knocked Marcus Flint off his broom. He broke at least two legs and six ribs, and half of his arm was knocked off by the Bludger. The sight of blood flying in the air was simply spectacular. I estimate that the poor guy will have to lie in bed with Madam Pomfrey for at least a week." Fred added quickly with a gloating look.
"Well done! As a reward for your outstanding performance, I will make a flying broom for each of you later. I guarantee that it will be ten times better than the latest model, the Nimbus 2000." Zuo Si promised with a smile.
Because he knew that the two brothers were willing to do this entirely out of gratitude for the high bonuses he had paid during this period.
For those who know how to repay kindness, Zuo Si never minds giving them some extra benefits.
"You can also make a flying broom?!" George was stunned for a moment.
Zuo Si nodded gently: "Of course. Flying broom is not a secret technology. Many wizards can do it.
It's just that there are so many magic spells that need to be used and constant during the production process that it's impossible to be proficient in every one of them.
Therefore, the craft of making brooms was gradually eliminated with the upgrading of technology and monopolized by some large workshops.
But as it happens, I have learned all of these spells, and I am planning to add some cooler effects to them.
So, are you interested in being a tester?"
"Hahaha! It's our honor! Please make the coolest broom. We were originally considering saving more money to buy a Nimbus 2000 like Harry's." Fred laughed happily.
George grinned and agreed, "That's right! We've long wanted to send the Sweeping Five to a museum. They're just too old and can't keep up with the latest models of brooms."
It is obvious that the Weasley twins have learned the joy of "getting something for free" without any instruction.
Although they didn't know yet what the performance of the two new brooms would be, free was undoubtedly the best.
"Give me some time. If nothing goes wrong, you should be able to receive this gift during Christmas. Also, it's best to be mentally prepared. I'm not the kind of person who follows the rules and makes brooms in the traditional way." Zuo Si reminded with interest, touching his chin.
"Ha! It's okay. I like things that are different the most. Oh, by the way, this is the swelling potion we mixed in Potions class some time ago. Last time you said you wanted to make some for experiments, so we took the time to help you make some."
As he spoke, Fred quickly took out seven or eight solutions in glass bottles from his pocket and threw them all on the table.
"Thanks, this saves me a lot of effort."
Zuo Si immediately waved his wand and placed all the potions in the cabinet in the corner in order.
If there was one thing about this world's magic system that made him feel most satisfied, it was undoubtedly the application of magic in daily life.
Whether it's Floo powder that teleports over long distances through a fireplace, or waving a wand to automatically complete chores such as washing vegetables, cooking, making tea, cleaning, and repairing, they have successfully freed wizards from heavy physical labor.
In a way, this is what a peaceful and healthy magical society should look like.
"You're welcome. It's just a small favor. Hey...is this book on the table yours?"
George suddenly found the notebook left by Quirrell and was immediately attracted by the black magic recorded in it.
"If you like it, take it back and read it. But promise me not to lend it to anyone else. You should know that the spells on it are strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Unless you want to go to Azkaban, never use them in school." Zuo Si issued a solemn warning.
He has always been quite tolerant of the so-called "black magic".
Reason and simplicity.
The "evil" magic known as the three unforgivable curses in this world is nothing in the eyes of the spellcasters of Faerun.
Open the spell list and take a look at the necromancy spells. There are countless spells more vicious than Avada Kedavra.
As for the Imperius Curse...
Sorry, at first glance, more than half of the enchantment spells are about charm and controlling others.
The Cruciatus Curse, which is said to be able to drive people crazy, is nothing more than pure physical pain. It cannot be compared with the pain and despair caused by imprisoning and torturing the soul.
(End of this chapter)
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