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"Yes." Theseus paused for a moment, but still chose to admit it.

"No one asked the person's opinion? I mean, no one asked him himself, would he rather live in the wizarding world or in the Muggle world?"

"No," Helen shook her head, "no one would care about the idea of ​​a Squib."

"Newt, the point of this matter is not here." Theseus paused for a moment, "No matter what his own opinions, he has no way to decide whether to stay or not. There is no way for Squibs to stay in the wizarding world for a long time, unless someone is willing. Provide him with a steady stream of magical support."

"Damn Merlin's stinky socks, Squibs are a kind of wizard!" Newt almost shouted, not for Jim's sake, of course, but for, uh, sticking to the truth, "Squibs just can't use magic, and it's not There is no magic power in the body, why do you need other people's magic power support?"

"Theoretically speaking, the Squibs have magic power circulating in their bodies, but they have no way to use it. In other words, if they exercise systematically and seriously, the Squibs can use their own magic power, even if it is pitifully small—" Newt Try to explain your thoughts.

"Newt," Theseus had to interrupt Newt, "that child went for a magic test, and the test sheet given by St. Mungo stated that he has no magic power."

Newt's eyes widened sharply.

"Merlin's stinky socks, that's impossible! It's impossible for a wizard to become a Muggle! It's clearly written in the "Basic Principles of Magic Power", the law of alternatives between wizards and Muggles! If it's not a wizard, then it must be a Muggle, the definitions of the two do not merge, do not cross!"

"A wizard, he can become a squib at most, how can magic power not be detected in the body?!"

Theseus sighed.

"He used black magic, and there is a magic power sacrifice in it, which is equivalent to using all the magic power in the next few years in advance, so it is very normal that he can't detect magic power in his body now."

"Wait--" Newt found the point keenly, "That is to say, the black magic continues to work on him? His body is still continuing to complete the black magic? The "Basic Principles of Magic Power" on black magic The definition is clearly written, no Muggle can complete a black magic alone under any circumstances, but he can still continue to support that black magic, so he is still a wizard now!"

"Well, assuming he is," Theseus helplessly held his forehead and gave in, "so what? Is there any difference between a Squib and a Muggle?"

"It's a big difference," Newt said casually, and began to think about the magic combing in the Squib's body.

At the age of seven he published a treatise, um, the one that attracted Leta Lestrange - "Twenty Ways of Dissecting a Horklap - On How Wizards Have the Precise Control of Magic" , From the perspective of how to sort out one's own magic power to improve the magic power, it expounds that the wizard's own magic power can realize self-organization and self-growth. Of course, this matter has also been proved to be effective. At least, Leta Lester Lanci is a living example.

The magic power in the little wizard's body is actually very little, and it is extremely difficult to sort out and mobilize. The actual situation is not much different from that of a squib.This has also led to many wizards with low magical powers being mistaken for Squibs at an early age.

So, will the magic combing method that works for little wizards be equally useful for Squibs?

Well, if some drugs or other aids are added to control the disordered magic power in the Squib's body—that's probably equivalent to controlling a little wizard's magic riot, Newt guessed, then, at least in theory, It is equivalent to a little wizard with low magic power.

If the equivalence with reality can be achieved, then the magic of squibs can actually be sorted out.

Newt quickly came to a conclusion.

But then, it was forgotten again.

This topic is too esoteric, just the materials involved, Newt casually counted in his heart, in the category he knows, there are currently seventy or eighty books, and there are forty or fifty books on black magic .

And the most important question is, what drug can control the magic of the disorder in the Squib?

Or to put it another way, what drug can control the magic riot of the little wizard?

Newt said that the wizarding world does not seem to be there yet.

If he wants to do this topic, he needs at least a potion master to guide him, or a professor of herbalism.

Many volunteers are needed.

All in all, trouble, quite trouble.

Jim Moriarty was being treated unfairly, but Newt Scamander didn't think he needed to intervene.

After all, this black curly-haired boy was removed from his list by Newt Scamander a long time ago.

After the sun went down, the sculptures returned to their respective positions, obediently staying where they were supposed to be. If it wasn't for the bottle of green liquid in Newt's arms, he might have taken the scene at noon today as his own dazzle.

Outside the gate of the manor under the night, there are rows of statues of magical animals.

If someone passes by here at this moment, holding their breath, they can still hear the whispers from the statues and notice the blinking eyes of the statues from time to time.

Afterwards, this person will probably scream and leave, fearing that this group of Class A dangerous creatures will follow behind him and eat him.

Theseus, Helen, and Newt chatted all night, from the Daily Prophet a year and a half ago, to why there was no mailbox at the door.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Newt, no reputable family hangs a mailbox at the door. They have servants, or house-elves," Helen said. "They will be responsible for delivering the letters to the morning room. , if you like, you can also send it to the library."

"Oh," Newt replied blankly, forgiving him, he has been living as a commoner, and he doesn't know how to pretend to be famous, "so where are the servants and house elves?"

Helen shrugged: "I know servant, the house elf—"

"What happened to the house-elves?" Newt guessed blankly, "Eat by a basilisk? By an acromant? By a manticore? Or, the Artemis family dislikes them? Not vicious enough? Not in line with the family's neuropathy style?"

"Oh, it's nothing, they think the house elves are too noisy," Helen said with a smile, "It seems that you have discovered the secret of the statue, are they embarrassing you?"

"No," Newt said deadpan, "They wouldn't dare."

Helen suddenly laughed, and sighed for a while, "I'm about to forget that the youngest son has grown up. Speaking of which, the Artemis family hasn't seen such a young patriarch for a long time."

"Thank you for the compliment," Newt smirked, "Although the Artemis family has been dead for 100 years, and there are only three members of the Artemis family, I still want to say thank you out of courtesy."

"You're welcome," Helen stood up, "you should go to the library to look for the spells for the servants, but with your current level of magic power, I think it's better to talk about it slowly. Of course, if you don't plan to talk If Black, Lestrange and the others move around, it doesn't matter if they have servants or not."

So Newt spent the first night in the library with his eyes open.

Sleepless all night.

Although, found nothing.

Diagon Alley the next day.

Helen did not accompany Newt to purchase school supplies.

Of course, Theseus is even more impossible.

For Merlin's sake, Theseus has probably used up his vacation this year. After all, Aurors only have a few days of vacation a year, and they have to work on the job for the rest of the time.

Newt hesitated for three minutes, facing the fireplace.

He seriously considered whether the current magic power was enough to support him to apparate to Diagon Alley.

Finally, under the ridicule of Yan Mo, Newt had to face the reality, reluctantly grabbed a handful of Floo powder, sprinkled it into the fireplace, pronounced the name of "Diagon Alley", and then balled it up, Roll yourself into the fireplace.

Don't ask him why he uses a roll.

Because he is lazy.

"Merlin's stinky socks." Newt appeared in Diagon Alley, squeezed through the crowd, and cursed in a low voice. "What day is it today? Why are there so many people?"

Soon, Newt bought all the books for school, and at the same time rummaged through the shelves of the latest books in the herbal and potion sections.

Some regrets.

It is true that there is no potion that can suppress the magic riot of the little wizard.

Newt checks out and leaves.

Again, Newt bought everything except pets—he didn't want a cat, owl, or toad, that would be silly.

He also stopped by the Fantastic Beasts Store, wondering if the creatures here would still remember him if he hadn't been there for a year and a half.

Speaking of which, he planned to buy a bird and snake egg here back then, but he didn't expect to have a bird and snake later.

correct--

Newt suddenly remembered that his bird and snake didn't know what happened.

"Alive," Yan Mo still looked lazy, and his voice echoed in Newt's mind.

Come into the courtyard sometime, Newt thought.

"You should really go into the courtyard and have a look." Yan Mo said.

There is also the second half of the sentence, what Yan Mo didn't say is that you will find that you have an extra shikigami.

Yan Mo was a little puzzled, but he didn't say it out. I don't know if it was because Newt didn't directly name the fourth shikigami. So far, Newt's sensitivity to the fourth shikigami is very weak, so weak that Newt He didn't realize that he had an extra shikigami.

At present, it seems that the two have not even had a direct dialogue.

Or is it that the dialogue between Shikigami and the master must be at close range?

interesting.

Yan Mo pinched a cherry blossom petal and smiled.