The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 210 Bus
In the back alley of the Leaky Cauldron, there is a brick wall.

"Count three above the trash can and two across the bin."

Li Ang muttered, pointing his finger on a certain wall brick.

Vast spiritual power came out through the body, analyzed, deciphered, and pierced through the constant witchcraft on the wall bricks.

What is the nature of witchcraft, or wizards?
That's a great question.

Unlike those wizards who rely on magic circuits to manipulate the ether to cast spells, wizards who also belong to the mysterious side are more inclined to rely on blood energy to release spells.

According to Rebecca and Constantine, wizards and mages were originally a kind of people in ancient times, and they were able to communicate with the ether, manipulate the ether, and rewrite reality.

In the ancient continent of Europe, where the concept of "history" had not yet been derived, gods lived among mortals.

It was a magnificent and mysterious era. In the ocean, the abyssal monster Leviathan that was comparable to an island lurks. In the dense forest, Pegasus, a winged horse, runs around. In the swamp, there exists the immortal hydra Hyde. pull.

That was the era when individuals and gods lived together. The blood of gods flowed in the blood of humans, and they held the power that only gods could have.

Then, the era of the gods came to an end, and the descendants of these demigods scattered all over the place.

As time passed, their lineage became thinner, and their control over the ether became more and more incapable.

At this time, there are two choices before the descendants of the demigods.

One option is to self-enclose, shrink the sphere of influence, and refuse to contact mortals, so as to prevent the bloodline that is already on the verge of extinction from being further diluted.

And one option is to abandon the honor of the demigod and find another way to supplement the purity of the blood with a magic circuit.

Clans of descendants of demigods fought fiercely and finally parted ways, with the former becoming wizards and the latter gradually extending to mages.

It's hard to say which of these two paths is better, but in Li Ang's opinion, they are both quite interesting.

"Witchcraft, to put it bluntly, is to rely on the divinity in the blood to manipulate ether energy through gestures, language, actions, will, etc. It is not much different from spells that rely on magic circuits to cast spells.

As for whether there is another inside story hidden behind this, then it is necessary to find some experimental samples for comparative analysis. "

Li Ang deciphered the witchcraft on the wall bricks in minutes, and the brick wall made a "click, click" folding and flipping sound, and the entire wall kept receding to both sides, revealing a gap.

What appeared before Li Ang's eyes was a long street paved with cobblestones.

On this not-so-large street, there are all kinds of strange pedestrians walking through it. These people either wear ridiculous peaked hats, or wear loose and decent robes. The only thing that can be regarded as common is that they all wear A wooden wand the thickness of chopsticks.

Looking around, there are many shops on both sides of the street, including but not limited to Partridge's Crucible Store, Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Madam Malkin's Robe Store, and Lihen Bookstore.
These shops constitute the most prosperous commercial street in the British magic world, Diagon Alley.

Li Ang, who was wearing a windbreaker, was walking on the cobblestone long street. His oriental appearance and long windbreaker made him stand out from the crowd, and many wizards cast inquiring eyes.

The total number of wizards who died was no more than [-]. The wizards bowed their heads and did not look up. In addition, they have been self-enclosed for many years, and their social circles are terribly narrow. Any "routine" here will appear abnormal.

Li Ang glanced indifferently at the wizards staring at him. Although he didn't speak, the will of "What are you looking at?" was conveyed very clearly.

Fortunately, the wizards on the street were basically parents who took their children out for shopping, and they all looked away calmly, and none of the idlers dared to say "what's wrong with you" on the spot.

Li Ang shook his windbreaker, found the sign of Ollivander's Wand Shop, and walked in.

The facade of this shop is small and dilapidated, a magic wand stands alone on the faded purple upholstery of the window, and the golden signboard on the door has long since peeled off, and the characters on it silently tell the history of the shop.

"Ollivander, a fine wand maker since 380 BC."

Stepping into the door, rows of shelves occupy almost [-]% of the store area. The shelves are filled with hundreds of antique wooden boxes. It is doubtful whether the store owner has cast a spell on them to stabilize the structure. Let the crumbling shelves blow down because of a customer's sneeze and collapse.

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the old Mr. Ollivander, the shop owner who is known as the top three wand makers in Europe, stood up. He just said, "Sir, you are here to make an order" before he was roughly interrupted by Li Ang.

"Yes, buy a magic wand, ordinary style, no luxury, no connotation, no magic ruler to measure my arm length, height, head circumference, waist circumference, hip circumference, no set meal, no membership card, I can buy it myself, Just pay and leave, from now on the two of us who will talk first will be the bastard, okay?"

Ollivander was dumbfounded and speechless. He hesitated for a moment with his buttocks that had just been raised, and then sat back on the cushion of the chair.

As for the tape measure engraved with the constant incantation in his hand, he also fell down dejectedly, obviously annoyed that he couldn't use it.

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction, walked among the shelves, and examined the wands.

Each wand has two components, a core of powerful magic, and a wood carefully selected to complement the core.

The core of the stick can be unicorn hair, Veela hair, dragon heart tendon, or phoenix feathers, and the wood of the stick can be willow, mahogany, camphor, or holly. There is no mandatory requirement.

It's just that how to fuse the wand core and the wand wood into one, this difficult technique is the secret of every wand maker's family, and it will never be passed on to the outside world.

Li Ang picked up a magic wand casually, without using any spells, just flowing spiritual power through his arms like a torrent of noise, rushing towards the wand.

The dragon's nerve core and mahogany wand tip erupted with unimaginable brilliance, so bright that the old wand shop was completely illuminated.

The mahogany heart wand made an overwhelmed clicking sound, and there were slight cracks visible to the naked eye.

The anxious Mr. Ollivander stood up abruptly, ignoring the danger of becoming a bastard, and hurriedly shouted: "Sir, please don't do this, you are killing it!"

Li Ang didn't stop turning around, scratched his chin with the tip of his wand, and said nonchalantly, "Oh? How should I say it?"

Mr. Ollivander swallowed his saliva, feeling the surging magic power escaping from the wand of mahogany heart, and said courageously, "Every wand can choose its own owner. Only a wand that truly recognizes its owner can be perfect. work its magic."

"Yo?"

Li Ang stared, pointed at the wand and said, "Do you think this thing has self-awareness?"

His aura filled the entire wand shop. Mr. Ollivander dared to swear to God that even the Dark Lord, who could not be named, could not surpass the oriental youth in front of him in terms of power and influence.

But who is Mr. Ollivander?The wand maker handed down from generation to generation, who has been passed down for a long time from a famous family, has a reserved and unruly attitude, and he nodded his head with difficulty despite Li Ang's pressure.

"So, you wizards are really superstitious."

Li Ang spread his hands, sighed and said, "The magic wand is just an organic reaction form carrier achieved by the wooden wand core, and a certain law that appears during the chain reaction process.

And this kind of law, under the dual effects of idealism and empiricism, has been forcibly added with mysterious attributes, and even beautified and blurred, and compared with self-awareness.

In my opinion, if you find out the rules and make good use of them, your so-called magic wand of self-awareness will be like public toilets and shared bicycles, which can be driven and used casually. "

"Do not."

As calm as Li Ang's expression is, his lines are as bad as they are dirty.

Ollivander cherishes wands, knows them well, and every wand he makes is like a child he raises.

Because of his anger, he even forgot his fear and shouted: "It's not like this!"

"Hehe, do you have to prove it to you?"

Li Ang jokingly smiled, and changed the structure of the spiritual power, accurately imitating the etheric fluctuations of thousands of wizards.

All of a sudden, all the wands in the whole room exuded colorful brilliance, even the wand in Ollivander's own hand, like a bitch, exuded a pink bewitching light, as if shouting: "Little handsome guy, let's play~~~"

"Look, it's like I said."

Li Ang was shrouded in the myriad brilliance of the magic wands, and said indifferently: "These magic wands are really shared bicycles."

(End of this chapter)