Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

Roziere glanced around. Luckily, there was no one nearby. He pulled Travers away from the street and hurried towards the edge of the village, kindly advising, "Didn't we provoke him first? He never seems to actively seek trouble with us. Just calm down. Haven't you noticed? Whenever we get involved with him, we're the ones who end up suffering!"

"That's because that guy is too cunning. Just let me find an opportunity, or I'll make sure he dies without a burial ground!" Travers hissed.

"Come on, let's not. He doesn't bother us, and we don't provoke him. Isn't it good to live in peace?" Roziere just wanted to be a quiet salted fish. Why was it so difficult?

"Stop it. That guy is just a bad seed. He's probably thinking about how to deal with us!" Travers exclaimed excitedly.

"Indeed, but is it really that obvious?"

"Isn't it obvious? As soon as I see that guy's face, I know he's full of bad intentions. I…" As Travers spoke, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The voice that answered him just now didn't sound like Roziere's!

At this point, both of them realized something was wrong. They quickly looked around. They had gradually left the vicinity of Hogsmeade. The path they were on was deserted. The surroundings were either snow or forest. Where did the third person come from?

Just as they were wondering if they had misheard, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of them. It was Anduin, who had released the Disillusionment Charm.

He had been following them all the way. Initially, he was afraid that his footprints would expose him, so he used the Levitation Charm to float in the air. But he found that he was being a bit presumptuous. The two of them were too busy chatting and didn't notice anything.

Seeing Anduin suddenly appear, Travers, filled with anger, prepared to draw his wand and attack. But Anduin didn't give him the chance. He pointed his wand remotely.

Travers's robes seemed to come alive, tightly clamping his limbs, and then, like a mummy, he was tightly bound by his own robes.

"You don't even use a Permanent Sticking Charm on your equipment? You're really pathetic," Anduin said coldly.

Roziere, on the other hand, nervously drew his wand and pointed it at Anduin, shouting, "Don't come over here! What do you want?"

Travers, tightly wrapped up, shouted in a muffled voice, "Roziere, shoot him! Quick!"

Anduin then turned his wand and casually fired a spell at Roziere, who cried out 'Ah' and flew backwards.

Seeing this, Anduin couldn't help but curl his lip. What a drama queen! He hadn't used much force with his spell, and Travers's face was covered. Who was he acting for?

Ignoring Roziere, who had fallen heavily and was pretending to be unconscious, Anduin walked towards Travers, who was wriggling and struggling like a worm.

With a slight wave of his wand, the robes covering Travers's face loosened, revealing Travers's grimacing face.

"I'm just here to ask you for a favor today. Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. Be good," Anduin said with a charming smile.

Travers was about to curse, but Anduin pointed his wand at him, and his lips were sealed shut, only able to make a weak 'woo woo woo' sound.

Roziere lay on the ground, watching Anduin drag Travers by the back of his collar into the depths of the small woods beside the road. After a while, he could only hear faint, sorrowful whimpers.

This? Roziere couldn't help but swallow. A strange image seemed to float in his mind. He even flipped over from his face-down position to lie on his back.

After a while, Anduin walked out of the woods with a satisfied expression. Seeing Roziere still lying there, he felt speechless. Didn't he feel cold, lying on the snow like that?

He didn't want to disturb Roziere's acting. After re-casting the Disillusionment Charm on himself, he turned back towards Hogsmeade.

After another while, Roziere finally couldn't stand the cold anymore. He got up and walked into the woods to check on Travers.

Entering the woods, Roziere found Travers lying disheveled on the ground, sobbing, which made Roziere shudder.

"Travers, how are you? Are you okay?" Roziere asked cautiously as he walked forward.

"Don't, don't ask!" Travers raised his head, staring at Roziere with red eyes, gritting his teeth, "I swear I will never let that mudblood go! Never!"

Startled by his expression and condition, Roziere shrank back and could only nod in agreement. He didn't dare to provoke Travers right now.

On the other side, Anduin, walking back in stealth, was holding a notebook, writing and drawing something seriously.

"After being cursed, living creatures, in addition to the loss of magic power, will also show obvious physical signs such as a decrease in body temperature, fatigue, weakness in the limbs, and anxiety? No, anxiety may be a unique phenomenon of Travers's individual. This point remains to be confirmed.

And the rate of magic loss, after timing calculation, taking a standard third-year student as an example, is roughly 5 minutes. If we take one cast of 'Expelliarmus' as a standard base, an ordinary third-year student can continuously cast 60-70 times 'Expelliarmus' without resting, which is 60-70 bases.

However, this data was previously collected from Charles. After a year of training, his magic storage is much stronger than wizards of the same age, so let's calculate the constant as 50 bases. That is to say, the 'Disable Curse' roughly causes the target to lose 10 bases per minute, an average of one base every 6 seconds? It only loses one Expelliarmus's worth of magic every six seconds, so the efficiency is not high.

It seems that I have to find a way to measure magic storage and a standard unit to measure magic, otherwise the accuracy of data collection is too low, basically all estimated values. Why has the magic world never thought about this problem? It's really a headache."

Anduin recorded and thought about the experimental data he had just obtained while walking towards the Three Broomsticks Pub.

Just then, something caught Anduin's attention. Following his line of sight, a beetle flipped out of a wall and passed by the invisible Anduin at a very fast speed, crawling to a corner across the street.

"A beetle? Are there still these things this season?" Anduin stared in surprise for a while.