Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Pistols are no better than rifles. Without systematic training, pistols are actually more difficult to hit the target, especially at longer distances.

After test-firing all the firearms, Bell drove the two men to the artillery test-firing site.

Here, Bell was less casual than in the warehouse and said he could only watch from the sidelines.

Dumbledore didn't react at all, but Travis was a little disappointed.

There are not many types of cannonballs, and it can be seen that these are not the main products of Bell's factory. It only took half an hour to complete them all, and there was a lot of time in between each time.

After seeing the power of the cannonball, Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh.

"Although I have heard about it for a long time, but when I saw it with my own eyes today... I didn't expect that ordinary people have increased the power of weapons to such an extent." Dumbledore sighed.

Not only the power, but also the precision, which means hitting wherever you want!

This made it difficult for Dumbledore to calm down.

"How's it going? Are you interested? Do you want to buy a batch and ship it to the magic world?" Travis asked.

"On the contrary." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead: "I was thinking about how to prevent these dangerous items from entering the magical world."

Travis shrugged and didn't care.

It was Principal Dumbledore's own initiative to bring Principal Dumbledore to the factory this time. Travis had no intention of bringing Principal Dumbledore here at all.

Travis is not crazy enough to try to convince an old wizard who is over 100 years old to give up magic and instead import modern weapons on a large scale to be shipped to the wizarding world - besides, he doesn't have that much money~

To put it bluntly, Travis even suspected that the money in the entire wizarding world was not as high as the price of a large military order received by Uncle Bell.

"Modern weapons and magic actually have their own advantages and disadvantages. Firearms are more powerful, but they are all pure physical damage."

"Although magic is not as powerful as firearms in terms of absolute power, magic has many magical effects."

"but……"

Travis turned and looked at Dumbledore.

"If the magic world continues to stand on its own laurels, the advantages it has only won't last long~"

Dumbledore nodded, sighed and closed his eyes in thought.

Uncle Bell, who was in the driver's seat, glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror and suddenly felt very touched by what Travis said.

His yearning for magic has been reduced in this short week... He is still yearning for it!

But this time, what I yearn for is no longer the entire magical world, but the ability to use magic myself.

The reason for this change was that Bell found that the daily life of wizards seemed to be no different from his. They ate similar things and said the same words, and they still had to go to the toilet when they needed to.

The sense of mystery is shattered.

"There is an arms exhibition in China on the second day of next month. I can get tickets. Is Mr. Dumbledore interested in going?" Bell asked aloud.

Dumbledore hesitated after opening his eyes.

"...Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Clyde."

"Nothing...how about you, Travis."

Travis shook his head.

"It's impossible to shoot guns at a military exhibition. It's not fun, so I won't go."

Bell shook his head helplessly and continued to drive the two of them home.

In the next few days, life returned to calm. Apart from going shopping with Dumbledore every now and then, he also went to practice alchemy in the new house, which made Arthur help Travis build a powerful defensive magic system to avoid having to deal with it again. Delay the construction period.

However, Travis will still blow up the new house every now and then, because his research has also been upgraded.

Later, Travis didn't dare to go into battle himself. He just let his clones do the experiments, resulting in numerous casualties.

Until a week before the end of the vacation, Travis suddenly received a letter from Ollivander and learned that there was new progress in the Magic Tower.

This time no longer needing to turn to Principal Dumbledore, Travis himself arrived at Diagon Alley through the fireplace of his new house.

After a long absence, Diagon Alley is once again bustling with activity, and the streets are full of parents bringing their little wizards to buy school supplies.

"It's such a familiar scene... I can be considered a veteran in the magic world now, right?"

"I wonder if there are any pretty school girls?"

Travis squinted for a long moment...then gave up.

"Formality doesn't matter, women will only affect the speed of this young master becoming a Dharma God!"

With this in mind, Travis went straight to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The wand shop was a bit crowded today, but Ollivander saw Travis as soon as he entered the shop.

"Oh, Mr. Clyde, please wait a moment. I will help these customers choose the wands that suit them."

Travis nodded, thinking that Ollivander was still the same as before and started to fool new people again.

What does it mean to choose a wand that suits them? It should obviously be to choose a wand that suits them!

Speaking of wands, Travis thought of his own two wands - they had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

They both died young within a year of surviving. Fortunately, with Dumbledore's help, they were able to survive again... I don't know how long they can survive this time.

Ten minutes later, all three freshmen had their wands ready, and Ollivander looked at Travis.

"Is there any new development? Good progress or bad progress?" Travis asked first.

"There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one does Mr. Clyde want to hear first?"

"Of course it's good!" Travis replied without thinking.

"The good news is that I already have a complete plan for building the magic tower."

"Oh?!" Travis was immediately delighted: "Isn't that good? What's the bad news? Did you encounter another problem?"

"The bad news is that I haven't been able to find a substitute for the materials needed to make the wand core - which means it's impossible for us to assemble the materials needed to build the magic tower."

Travis:…

I seriously doubt that you have a complete construction plan at all!

"Is there no other material that can replace it, or is the effect of other materials not satisfactory?" Travis frowned and asked after thinking for a moment.

"Not ideal, Mr. Clyde."

After hearing this, Travis breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself that fortunately, it was not completely irreplaceable. As long as he could be replaced, there was still hope.

"What materials have you tried?"

"That's a lot." Ollivander tapped his skull with his index finger: "Like bird feathers, invisible beast hair, slug mucus, toad skin, mandala leaves, gillweed..."

Travis:…

What kind of nonsense have you been experimenting with? ? ?

"Stop, stop, stop... So, among so many materials, which one has the most ideal effect?" Travis asked with a headache as he rubbed his forehead.

"Spider silk, spider silk, Mr. Clyde." Ollivander hesitated after saying, "But even the silk of the eight-eyed spider is different from traditional staffs such as unicorn tail hair or dragon nerves." There’s a big difference in core materials.”

Spider silk?The silk of the Eight-Eyed Demon Spider?

Travis' expression suddenly became strange.

"Um...can we make up for the lack of quality with quantity?"