Harry Potter's Catastrophe

After all, in the next twenty years or so, it is no exaggeration to say that the development of the Muggle world will be rapid, not to mention the emergence of something as outrageous as Transformers.

Carney felt that the universe had been opened up and the entire world view had been sublimated. How could he live in the wizarding world?

Carney stayed up all night and studied the wand seriously for the first time.

Close your eyes and perceive the wand from your perspective like a fluorescent stick in the dark night, very bright, with a ray of red light in the center of the wand.

The mental power invaded the wand, penetrated the wood and reached the core of the wand. The bright red light slowly revealed its original shape, which turned out to be the feathers of the phoenix.

The wand core made of phoenix feathers can control the widest range of magic, and the magic it casts will tend to be red, while the unicorn cat is silver-white, and the dragon's heartstrings are more complicated. Maybe it depends on what kind of dragon's heartstrings it is.

Carney didn't find anything special about the wand. The wood was just the core. Even a man as strong as Carney couldn't find anything else.

A wand cannot simply find a piece of wood and stuff the core into it. Carney doesn't want to make a wand himself, he wants to find out why the wand can easily perform magic.

If it was just because of the material, wouldn't it be better for him to hold the magic stone against the material? It should be stronger to press the magic stone on a crutch made of wand wood.

Then paired with a Gryffindor sword, it is very powerful. It can cast spells with the left hand and slash with the right hand.

There is a saying that a wizard who cannot melee is not a good wizard. Gandalf is the example that Carney needs to learn from.

The magic power in the hand holding the wand is injected into it, and circles of patterns light up around the phoenix feathers, starting from easy to difficult at both ends of the wand.

The small patterns in the wand cannot be seen unless one is immersed in it mentally, and the same bright light cannot be seen without careful examination.

When the magic power is input, the patterns flash past. You must maintain it all the time for those patterns to appear.

"What is this? Runes? Inscriptions? Or what?" It was too small, surrounded by the phoenix feathers, and the magic light made it difficult to see clearly.

After studying for a whole night, he found nothing, and he didn't expect to be able to grasp the wisdom of his predecessors in one night. If the magic wand was so easy to make and someone discovered the secret, wouldn't everyone be able to open a wand shop.

Carney still plans to go back to school and go to the library to look for books on this subject. What he should be thinking about now is the hearing.

"How do we get there?" Professor McGonagall came not long after Carney got up. "Apparate? Or a Floo fan? Or take a taxi?"

"It's good to apparate. The chimney of my house is not very clean. I think it's better to go in a dignified manner~~~~." Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and Carney was dazzled before he finished speaking.

Every time someone apparates him, Carney's legs tremble as soon as he lands on the ground, fearing that he won't be able to keep his foot firmly on the ground. After all, he didn't perform it himself.

The surrounding area is not the magnificent Ministry of Magic, nor the bustling streets of London, but a sparsely populated small street.

There were only a few shabby offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was almost overflowing. People walking on the roadside had magical fluctuations.

They were all dressed in suits and ties, and they were extremely well-dressed, but it was self-evident that they came to such a depressing and shabby alley.

This is an enchanted street, and below is the Ministry of Magic.

After turning a corner, I saw a red phone booth. The bright red color was too obvious in the dilapidated alley.

The phone booth was in a corner with two walls. Several pieces of glass on the phone booth were missing, and the wall it was attached to looked a bit old.

Fortunately, we arrived this time by taking a phone booth. Professor McGonagall is probably not someone who knows how to use a flush toilet.

"go in."

Opening the phone booth, Professor McGonagall asked him to go in first. The two of them were not crowded, firstly because Carney was too small, and secondly because Professor McGonagall was the tall and thin type.

Professor McGonagall picked up the phone and turned the dial. Carney saw Professor McGonagall dialing and silently dialed the number.

After the dial finished dialing, a woman's voice rang out from the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what you are going to do." The voice sounded so lifeless.

The sound did not come from the microphone in Professor McGonagall's hand. Carney could not find the specific source of the sound.

"Minerva McGonagall, accompany Mr. Carney Stern to the Ministry of Magic for trial." Professor McGonagall hung up the phone.

"Thank you. Guest, please pick up the badge and keep it in front of your clothes." There was a voice, and the voice was clear and loud, but Carney couldn't find where the voice came from.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a ding, and an object slid out of the slot under the phone, like something from a vending machine.

Carney picked it up. It was a badge, like a silver one. It read: Carney Strand, on trial.

He didn't put it on immediately in his hand, but the sound immediately sounded again.

"Guest, please pin your badge on the front of your clothes."

"Where is the sound?" Carney looked around and pinned the badge on the left breast pocket of his coat. It looked like a twist, only slightly larger.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you are required to be checked and register your wand at the security desk, which is located at the end of the main hall."

Carney guessed that it must be a problem with the wall. There was a cave inside the wall. People inside could see them but they couldn't see the people inside the wall.

Either the Ministry of Magic is also using Muggle equipment, otherwise he must know the magic of being able to see the person in the phone booth wearing or not wearing a badge, and there is no need to use an owl to deliver messages.

The ground of the phone booth suddenly shook, as if something had been activated, and then began to fall. Carney was calm on the surface, but calm inside.

Isn't this an elevator? It's also an extremely crude elevator. Not only does it have no light, it's not very ventilated, it also makes a harsh sound of the phone booth rubbing against the wall.

Bad review!

This is much slower than a flush toilet. It took more than a minute to get from the ground to the Ministry of Magic. From the analysis of the friction sound between the phone booth and the soil and the feeling of falling, the falling speed was about 0.5 meters per second, and the phone booth dropped for one minute and two. It took ten seconds to see the light.

The Ministry of Magic should be located more than 40 meters below the center of London. Even if a nuclear bomb falls, the Ministry of Magic should be able to withstand it. The surrounding soil layer is not ordinary. The building hardness of the Ministry of Magic should be very sufficient. .

The voice rang again after the phone booth landed. "The Ministry hopes you have a good day."

The door of the phone booth opened, and Professor McGonagall took him out of the phone booth. There were many people coming to the Ministry of Magic every day, and it was not Carney's first time.

But the last time I came, I just went through the motions and didn't actually go in. This time it was different.

"Follow me." Professor McGonagall led the way. There was a huge flow of people. If Carney fell behind a little, he might not be able to find Professor McGonagall.

People kept coming out of the fireplaces in the row on the left, and then immediately joined the advancing team, while people in the opposite direction queued out from the fireplace on the right.

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