The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 212
Li Ang could feel that the god who gave the wizard power was gradually approaching, watching the city with greedy and gloomy eyes.

After stepping into the Golden Core Realm, his premonition became stronger and he could clearly feel the oppressive aura of the coming storm, but he didn't know that this storm would land in London from that time and that place.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the British Empire, but the advent of an exotic god is a very observable scientific research project that should not be missed.

In order to achieve this goal, it is extremely necessary to secretly manipulate the wizarding community.

Li Ang's words seemed to have magical powers, corrupting and bewitching Ollivander's mind, and engraved an imprint on the mind of the most outstanding wand maker in the UK and even in Europe - he must spread the news.

He was going to tell the Ministry of Magic, the Daily Prophet, and every wizarding kid who came to his shop to buy a wand.

Li Ang looked at Ollivander's dull and chaotic eyes, nodded in satisfaction, took out a bag of bulging Galleons from his pocket, put it gently on the counter, turned and walked into the row of tall shelves.

He casually picked out more than a dozen magic wands as if he was strolling in the courtyard, and the majestic spiritual power gushed out, blasting them all apart.

The peach wood fragments were about to collapse and splash, but they were lifted up lightly by spiritual power, and under the control of Li Ang's will, they stagnated in midair.

Phoenix feathers, giant dragon brain nerves, and sphinx tendons. The cores of these magical creatures were individually selected by Li Ang, interwoven, pieced together, and assembled to achieve a high-strength load with the most optimized ratio. Core configuration.

With the stick core as the center, the pieces of stick wood suspended in the air are driven by spiritual power to approach each other, spliced ​​with mortise and tenon joints, and stitched together, weaving into a straight and straight short-handled cane.

Ignoring Mr. Ollivander who was waking up, he walked straight out of the wand shop with a cane, stepped on the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, and walked towards Lihen Bookstore.

This bookstore next door to Mrs. Malkin's Robe Shop is a well-known chain bookstore in the wizarding world in Europe. Every Hogwarts student will come to Lihen Bookstore to buy the textbooks needed for this semester before the start of school. list.

It was a holiday at this time, and the Lihen Bookstore was a bit crowded, and immature-faced students and parents walked among the tall bookshelves, shouting all kinds of titles, quite noisy.

Li Ang found a secluded corner, took out his cane, waved it pretendingly, and cast the floating spell, but in reality, he controlled the aura to come out through his body, lifted a large stack of books, and floated in front of him in a 4*4 square array. .

Modern History of Magic, Wizarding Celebrities, Advanced Guide to Transfiguration, Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense.
The 16 witchcraft books turned pages automatically, and Li Ang's eyes were like the most advanced scanners, quickly reading and understanding the obscure and profound content above.

"Sure enough, as I thought, these wizards don't know the source of their power at all. They just rely on the experience passed down from generation to generation to use the Commanding Ether superficially."

Li Ang looked at the anecdote in the book about "a certain wizard caused his wife to turn into a running bull because he mispronounced a word of the spell", and couldn't help complaining in his heart,

"Should I praise them for their adventurous spirit like exploding the God of Heaven's Nobel? Or are they born out of their wits?
Without logical thinking ability, dialectics, and variable control, even the witchcraft books specially taught to students only tell them the general points to pay attention to when releasing the spell. !

Normal people with a little bit of brain would try to compare and compare, research and improve, but these wizards are willing to get used to and adapt to the dangers of witchcraft, probing on the verge of explosion every day, and never tire of it.

If it’s not that they are naturally fond of explosions, it means that the corrosive nature of the blood of the gods has completely damaged their brains, making them completely unable to use logical tools.”

Li Ang focused on two tasks, while thinking, while reading the 4*4 sixteen books, he changed to the next book group array.

Ten minutes later, Li Ang had read through hundreds of books in Lihen Bookstore, and most of the knowledge of the wizarding world had been imprinted in his mind.

He let out a foul breath, picked up the short-handled cane, and tried the spells he had learned one by one.

Bodyguard, Arms, Apparate, Levitate.
According to the authoritative statement of the Ministry of Magic, the essence of the spell is to drive the etheric elements, arrange and combine them, and inspire all kinds of incredible "miracles".

But in the eyes of Li Ang, who has logical thinking ability, a spell is simply a line of code. The gestures, intonation, mantra, and will in the process of releasing the spell can all be regarded as the process of codifying the code.

A wizard is like an elderly amateur code farmer who has only read one or two IT tutorials. He only knows how to tap the keyboard randomly, find out effective code strings in hundreds of experiments, and pass them down from generation to generation.

However, in this inheritance process, a lot of content was lost, tampered with, added or deleted, and the original concise and beautiful code was rigidly distorted, forming a lot of completely unnecessary garbage strings.

And what Li Ang did was to simplify and optimize to get to the essence.

Hundreds of different spells overflowed from the tip of the short-handled cane, but they were forcibly cut off by Li Ang before he was about to order the ether to generate its effect—he could already see the essence through the phenomenon, and the final effect of programming through the code of the spell.

The secret of the spell was clearly visible before his eyes.

"I estimate that sending any coder with wizard potential to Hogwarts will be able to completely outperform those long-established old wizards at the level of codification and development of witchcraft.

This is a good idea. Beida Jade Bird Wizard Vocational and Technical College, with its innovative concept of vocational education curriculum research and development, specializes in sending professional talents for the wizarding world. "

Li Ang put down the book with a smile, looked thoughtfully at the wizards in the bookstore, and jokingly said,

"Well, if this is the case, these wizards will probably retreat under the siege of code farmers, and finally give birth to a fantasy town ruled by code farmers-but I guess those code farmers living in the development park will not give up With high salaries, they come to rule the world of wizards who lack entertainment means, and they only need to distribute a veela to each of them, and then they can happily return to their hometown to farm."

Li Ang casually threw a bag of Galleons, put it on the counter of Lihen Bookstore as a borrowing fee, left those fellow wizard apprentices who were still in their youth, and went straight to a certain corner with the label "for sale" Lane 93 shop.

The shop was empty except for the counter seats. It had obviously been cleaned and tidied up. A young wizard was sitting behind the counter. When he saw someone coming to the door, he hurriedly stood up and greeted him, "Hello, sir, what do you need?" ?”

Li Ang inspected the room casually, stretched out his cane casually and pulled it towards the void, connected to the underground vault of the meme company in London, dragged several thick gold bricks from it and threw them on the ground, making a dull sound.

Li Ang said indifferently in the clerk's astonished and shocked eyes, "I want to buy this shop, sign the contract."

(End of this chapter)