Melee wizards at Hogwarts

For Parsifal, one of the long-standing confusions is that in the wizarding world where the development of life spells is very advanced, crafts like "enchantment", such as dust-removing robes, windproof glasses, or It's a constant light, etc.

Harry Potter probably uses a flashlight to illuminate his eyes while hiding under the covers, so his spectacle lenses become thicker every year.

But if you are not aware of it or there are technical difficulties that cannot be realized, is it possible to open a 3x3x3 out-of-body space in a small suitcase, or a knight bus that has been running rampant in the UK and has not been discovered yet? The level of black technology is not as high as Is this high?

It wasn't until the fifth grade that the two brothers developed a simple hat with a permanent iron armor charm. They were also regarded as supreme by the Ministry of Magic and placed large official purchase orders without bidding. If this were placed in modern Britain, it would be impossible to escape from dereliction of duty.

"You mean enchanting? Look at this piece of fabric. It is used to make winter robes. Can you feel any difference from the ones in the Muggle world?"

Upon hearing Parsifal's question, Mrs. Malkin was stunned for a moment, as if she did not expect that the little wizard would think of this. Her hand shook, and a piece of woolen material flew up from the loom and fell into Parsifal's hands.

This piece of fabric is completely black. Like most woolen materials, it feels a bit rough. It is much heavier than velvet or cloth, so it should be very warm when worn on the body.

"Look again now."

Madam Malkin signaled, waving her wand in the air and drawing a strange symbol.

Starting from a point in the center of the fabric, a silver line lights up on the black woolen material and extends to all directions to form a pattern.

"Its name is sigel, which means sun. Clothes engraved with this rune will generate heat when worn on the body, which will not be lost even in winter. There are several other runes, which can create a cool feeling, feoh let Fabrics are tougher etc.”

Along with the dancing of the wand, several other runes that were somewhat similar to the pattern appeared in the air as a thin plume of smoke.

"So why is it so rarely used widely?"

Persifal was convinced that his wizard robe did not have these functions and was just plain.

"First of all, this kind of clothes is very expensive. Not only does it need to be painted with magical ink, but the required content and formula also need to be changed according to the user's purpose. And in order to bear more magic, the fabric also needs Add more cost, like the piece you have is made from unicorn tail hair.”

"Secondly, this method of enchantment is not as stable as you think. Once the integrity of the runes is destroyed or contaminated with dirt, it will lose its effect. Therefore, it can generally only be used on the inner lining, or like Where the hat won't get folded."

While Mrs. Malkin was speaking, a pair of scissors flew over and slightly cut off the runes from the cloth. Suddenly, the silver light of the entire runes dimmed, apparently losing its effect.

"So it's equivalent to enchanting the robe with runes to protect it from rain, but the prerequisite for this to work is that the rainwater cannot stick to the robe?"

Parsifal was a little confused. Isn't this a public phone that pays by scanning the QR code?

"Exactly. However, there is a more important reason. What do you think it is?"

Madam Malkin laughed when she heard Parsifal's conclusion, and used reparo to restore the cloth.

"Is there a better alternative? No. It can't be repaired? It shouldn't be. Something that can be restored to its original state is not a problem. Isn't this nonsense banned by the Ministry of Magic?"

Various thoughts appeared in Parsifal's mind, and then he discarded them one by one.

"Because the technology is complicated?"

Suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared and he asked.

"Of course, because none of them know how to do it! They have not been able to stay in Diagon Alley for so many years by selling flowers, pollen and other explosive fake things."

Hearing Parsifal's question, Mrs. Malkin's lips widened. She seemed very satisfied with what he said. She clapped her hands and many more candies appeared on the tray originally placed in front of him.

The sweet-mouthed baby has sweets to eat. It is so real.

After briefly chatting for a while about wizard clothing styles and other issues, Morkin raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Oh, it's getting late. It's almost time for you to go to Ollivander's to choose your wand, so as not to keep McGonagall waiting."

When Parsifal took the last sip of black tea, the tray and cups disappeared. The uneaten candies were wrapped into a small bag and flew into his trouser pocket. The robe he had chosen previously had also been packaged and hovered over In front of him, waiting for his "luck".

"Okay, thank you for your hospitality."

Parsifal pressed Newton's coffin board again, thanked Mrs. Malkin, and then prepared to leave.

"Well, if possible, can I learn enchantment from you?"

After thinking about it, he suddenly turned around again at the door and asked sincerely.

"Of course not. This is a technique passed down from my Malkin family. You are too young for my taste."

His answer was naturally a blank roll of the eyes, and Mrs. Malkin glanced at Parsifal.

"But you still have some galleons left, so I'll give this to you as a top-up. If you can give me an identical piece before you start school, I'll consider teaching you a little bit."

"Mag thinks highly of you, don't let her down too much."

But just as he turned around and was about to leave, a piece of familiar black cloth floated in front of him and shook twice. On the cloth, a silver thread outlines a rune symbol.

A push came from behind, and Parsifal was already out of the store before he could say thanks.

The grateful Parsifal waved to the store and walked towards the end of the alley, where every little wizard's dream begins.

——Ollivander's Wand Shop.

As expected, this store is not spacious. From the entrance, it looks short and cramped inside, and it also exudes a strange smell. The golden signboard was already mottled and tattered, and the words on it were barely recognizable.

"Ollivander: Staff-making began in 382 BC" (wrong)

"Ollivander: began making the staff in 382 BC" (incorrect)

"Ollivander: Begun making fine and sophisticated wands in 382 BC." (Correct)

The wooden door was closed, revealing a crack. There was a faint flicker of fire inside, and whispers could be heard.

Walking to the door, Parsifal was about to knock on the door, when a short figure fell from the sky and loomed over his face.

Frankly speaking, Parsifal had countless ideas about how to open up his wizarding world, but this kind of unfolding method of heavenly things has never appeared.

At this moment, a cry was repeated in his mind: "What's going on? I'll only forgive you if it's a young lady!"