The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

These little additions from Quirrell made Dumbledore nod frequently.

"Quirinas, it seems that your European practice this time has made a lot of gains, although there are also some regrettable losses..."

He looked at Quirrell's left hand, which was wearing a black dragon leather glove, but the strange magic power could not be hidden from his eyes.

"This is my badge of honor."

Quirrell touched it with his right hand, without any intention of taking off the gloves to show off. He knew that this would make Dumbledore question it, but he was no longer as weak as before and cared so much about what people around him thought of him.

Master Neo told him that the great Dumbledore was neither worthy of trust nor worthy of respect.

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"George, take care of the willow and blackthorn wood..."

"Fred, is the magic glue ready? When it's ready, soak the wood strips that George cut into it, and take out the three hourglasses after a while..."

"Dobby, is my black tea ready?"

The afternoon was sunny and Neo returned to the Slytherin cabin, accompanied by the three Weasley brothers.

Making a new wand is no simple matter.

In the traditional wand making process, wood processing is as troublesome as the wand core.

In this area, Neo always used the treated wood strips peeled off from the second-hand wand, which was used to mend and rewear old clothes.

When I had some free time this time, I decided not to be perfunctory and make a cane body seriously.

The disadvantage of [Insect Slayer] that it can only release black magic can no longer appear.

"It has been known in the wizarding world for centuries that the magic of wizards is greatly affected by the phases of the moon and stars. This is consistent with the knowledge that magic originates from the universe..."

The dried wand should be displayed outdoors on a cloudless night, illuminated by as many stars as possible. Classics believe that this may increase the wand's communication with magic in various fields.

Man and staff.

Nature and core.

Neo sneered at the two correspondences. Magic is a kind of energy. Wizards do not learn the Muggle "principles of current and resistance" and only rely on experience to explore. They know what is happening but don't know why. No wonder a family inherited from BC is backward. The old shop can still be the king of the British stick making industry.

"Twenty centuries have passed, and wizards still rely on the processing of natural raw materials in the field of magical materials. What about the synthesis of new materials?"

Neo has tried temperature, diameter, material type, and other factors to conduct magic power these days. He does not need to consider the differences between users. He originally only planned to make a wand suitable for himself. Other wizards, Olivan Germany has enough garbage for them.

"Next, we'll experiment with star and moon phases and environmental rendering... Tsk, it's obviously a rigorous experimental idea, but it coincides with the random thoughts of those crazy wizards... Dobby!"

Neo called again, and Dobby appeared in front of him instantly. Neo put a bundle of redbud sticks in his arms.

"According to this world map, find a suitable location at each place I drew a circle, and place two contrasting sticks..."

Dobby held the map carefully with his long, thin fingers, and his big green eyes looked at each circle on the map, identifying them one by one.

"The North Pole, Mount Kilimanjaro, Mount Everest, the Mariana Trench..."

It swallowed a mouthful of saliva. House elves have powerful elf magic from their blood. Dobby's spellcasting ability is no weaker than that of an adult wizard. Their racial characteristics give them stronger environmental adaptability than humans. But for this trip It was frightened by the task of going down to the sea.

"Work for me for five years and I will give you your freedom."

Neo didn't even look up and just continued writing in his notebook. He couldn't see the sudden light in Dobby's eyes.

Of course, he didn't care when he saw it. When did the equality and justice of intelligent creatures need a Dark Lord to worry about.

No bottom line slavery, violence or capital plunder... Neo only likes these.

The path of magic is grand and far-reaching, and he has no time to waste on reforming the social structure of wizards. Not only is that time-consuming, but several high-intensity wars will produce no results.

But war always leads to a fuse. Grindelwald retreated, Tom was defeated, and there are no signs of unrest in the wizarding world for the time being. The next dispute can't be Dumbledore's darkening, right?

Today's headline of "Daily Prophet": [Pettigrew? Peter, the patriarch of the Order of the Phoenix? 】

"Recently, with Sirius Black being acquitted from Azkaban, the suffering of this wronged hero has caused many civilian wizards to launch a protest against the improper law enforcement by the Aurors of the Department of Law Enforcement...

The British Ministry of Magic responded extremely positively to this. It officially released an investigation report on Peter Pettigrew. Many of the contents pointed to Arthur Weasley - it was he who shielded Peter Pettigrew. Dwarf star? Peter for at least ten years, and Mr. Arthur claimed to have no knowledge of it..."

"In addition, the report also revealed an unknown magical secret society [Order of the Phoenix]. The founder is Albus Dumbledore, and Peter Pettigrew is its first generation member..."

"And Mr. Arthur Weasley's support for Dumbledore is even more blatantly recognized within the Ministry of Magic..."

"...Dumbledore, what is he hiding?!"

Neo only glanced at it and threw the newspaper full of political stench aside.

"No wonder the Weasley brothers said they would stay at my place for a few days. The Burrow may have been blocked by reporters and cameras."

The Slytherin cabin was rarely filled with a happy atmosphere.

George and Fred were dealing with the wood needed for the wand in the open space on the first floor. Neo asked them to do this and said that the best one would be used to make Ron's wand.

But they looked so happy as if their brother's wand was a toy they used to pass their time.

The twins' techniques were immature, and the materials Neo gave them were scrapped in their hands. There were very few usable supplies, but Neo not only did not stop them, but also showed great willingness to let them play out.

1 mediocre products are not as good as the crystallization of these two boys' accidental inspiration.

Ron on the other side didn't care either. He had no intention of paying attention to his brother.

"Neo, it's sucking my blood...I feel dizzy now, am I going to die?!"

Ron looked at his right hand in panic. There was a new finger next to the index finger of his right hand... The thunderbird's feathers were inserted into the skin, and the newly grown flesh and blood wrapped it like a bone.

The young feather slowly absorbs the vitality of Ron's body. If it lasts long enough, it can grow again...if Ron can withstand the parasite and does not die.

This is the inspiration that Neo found in the two flesh-and-blood spells of possessing the back of his head and regenerating his hands.As for what magical effects the thunderbird feathers would bring this time... he didn't know, but Ron would never know this.

The exploration of magic requires pioneers, they don’t have to be fearless, even ignorant!

"You have to be patient. Haven't you heard this saying? The wand is an extension of the arm, a new limb for the wizard."

Ron's eyes lit up. He had really heard this before, so he believed Neo's spellcasting.