Chapter 57 Copy Spell



Chapter 57: Replication Spell

On the last day of July, a skinny owl crashed into the window glass of No. 210 Godric's Hollow, which was attached with a protective spell, with a dull thump.

When Mike went to check, the poor little guy could no longer move. There was still a roll of parchment tied to its legs. It seemed that the owl had relied on its tenacious will to deliver the letter here.

Respecting it as a competent messenger, Mike took the letter off its body and took it to the kitchen with its two claws to prepare for a grand funeral and cremation.

Unexpectedly, before Mike took off the thick feather coat for the warrior, the protagonist of the funeral woke up.

This was not good. The funeral should be like a funeral. The water in the kitchen was about to boil. It was just waiting for the warrior to take off his feather coat and go in for a bath. How could the funeral be carried out if he woke up at this time?

Mike stretched out his hand to the warrior's neck, intending to let him fall asleep again.

There was a collar hanging around the warrior's neck, with a few big characters carved on it: Weasley.

Now the funeral couldn't go on at all. Mike wasn't so cruel as to roast his friend's owl and eat it.

After preparing water and food for the warrior, Mike finally had time to open the envelope.

The letter was from the Weasley brothers. They claimed that they had made a lot of money in the last school year thanks to McFall, so they were going to have a party at home and specially invited Mike to go.

The letter also mentioned that Franklin had been taken to the Burrow by them, and Harry had also received the letter they sent, which would arrive soon.

No wonder the old owl looked like he was about to die, it turned out that he had been running around so many places.

Mike pouted his lips. The capitalist characteristics of the two brothers were becoming more and more obvious. An owl was only worth a few dozen gold galleons. Was it worth it for this old owl, whose hair was almost gone, to risk its life to deliver a letter?

It had worked hard for your Weasley family for so many years, wouldn't it be better to let it stay at home and enjoy its old age?

While looking down on the stingy brothers, he gently stroked the owl's feathers. Perhaps because of its old age, the owl was very gentle. It squinted its eyes comfortably when feeling Mike's gentle caress, and rubbed Mike's hand with its wet beak, not knowing that this person just wanted to roast it.

Looking at the owl's legs still trembling slightly, Mike decided not to let it send the letter back. If he asked it to send the letter back now, it would most likely die on the way.

It's better to go there in person.

Thinking of this, Mike asked Lolo to take good care of the owl warrior, and by the way, asked him to tell Professor Flitwick that he went to Weasley's house and might stay there for a few days, and turned to his room.

It's always embarrassing to go to someone else's house empty-handed for the first time. I heard that Mr. Weasley likes Muggle things very much, so it couldn't be better. Just buy him

some messy Muggle toys. Taking out a 100-pound bill from his collection, Mike copied it into two and threw it up.

As a puff of green smoke rose, two identical hundred-dollar bills appeared in front of Mike. Mike picked up the two bills and looked at them from left to right. He found that not only were the patterns the same, but even the stains he accidentally stuck on them were exactly the same. He nodded with satisfaction.

The Copying Spell was brought out by Mike from the Restricted Books Section. The difficulty of this spell is not high, but it is not widely circulated in the wizarding world. The reason is that in addition to being a spell strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, it is also because its function is too useless in the eyes of traditional wizards.

The objects copied by the Copying Spell are no different from the originals in terms of appearance and quality, but in the final analysis, the copies are fakes with only a good appearance.

For example, you use the Copying Spell to copy a piece of bread. This piece of bread looks and smells exactly the same as the real bread, but it cannot be eaten. As time goes by, the magic power on it will slowly run out and eventually turn into nothingness. Eating it may temporarily make you feel full, but it cannot provide any nutrition to the human body. When the time is up, the sudden disappearance of the food in the stomach will cause a greater sense of hunger.

But using it to copy money or precious metals does not have this disadvantage. In addition to disappearing suddenly, any existing detection methods of Muggles cannot detect the difference between the replica and the real thing.

In fact, wizards are not stupid. The Copying Spell was once widely used to copy gold Galleons for fraud. Later, it was because of the popularization of magic detection spells and the strong control of the Ministry of Magic on the Copying Spell that these behaviors gradually disappeared.

So, what the goblin in Gringotts said to Mike was right. Muggle currency is meaningless to people in the wizarding world.

Only good citizens who abide by the law like the Weasley family and those wizards who don't know the Copying Spell will live a tight life.

Mike came to the living room excitedly with a thick stack of pounds in his hand. Seeing Lolo staring at the owl nervously, he greeted him and rushed into the fireplace. Mike's magic is not strong enough. The pounds copied by the Copying Spell can only exist for one day. He has to hurry up and spend them all.

Patting the dust on his body, Mike walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, and the bustling streets of London with people coming and going appeared in front of Mike. Mike took a deep breath of the air with the smell of fireworks and shook his head comfortably. He hadn't returned to the Muggle world for a whole year, and even the air seriously polluted by heavy industry smelled so good.

The money on him was exactly the same, even the serial numbers. Mike didn't dare to go to those expensive luxury stores. He could only go to those stores where the total consumption would not exceed 100 pounds.

Fortunately, the value of the pound was still very strong in 1992, and 100 pounds could buy a lot of things.

The latest remote-controlled airplane, Mr. Weasley would definitely like it, so he bought it. What? Only 20 pounds for one? Give me 5!

Recipes? Mrs. Weasley would definitely like it. Only 5 pounds for one? Pack me 20 recipes from all over the world!

...

Shopping lasted until the afternoon. This time Mike only copied about 10,000 pounds. However, until the several traceless stretching charm bags that Mike brought were all filled, the money was not spent. There was probably about 3,000 or 4,000 pounds left. Mike couldn't help but sigh that he hadn't lived in the Muggle world for too long, and even spending money, which he used to be best at, was no longer possible.

Coming to an empty alley, Mike made enough space and stretched out his blackthorn wood wand.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a three-decker bus painted bright purple appeared in front of Mike, and on the window was written in gold paint: Knight Bus.

Mike walked into the bus through the open door. The conductor in a purple uniform was about to say something when Mike threw out eleven silver Sickles and said, "Go to the Burrow in Ottery-St. Catchpole Village. Do you know the Burrow?"

PS: Please give me a ticket! It would be great if I could also copy the spell, so I could just copy the recommendation ticket, hehe.


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