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Chapter 180 Illumination and Jumping Slash
Chapter 180 Illumination and Jumping Slash
In the principal's office at Beauxbatons, there are no former principals, only decorations and paintings that symbolize the personal taste and style of the current principal.
Unlike Dumbledore's desk.
In front of Maxim was a large round table, on which were some decorations.
All the documents were placed in a cabinet to the side. All the instruments and utensils were also crammed under the cabinet.
The four men sat around a round table, with Ryan mainly speaking, Nicolas Lemaître commenting, and Perenel praising, while Maxim was bewildered.
"I think you've convinced me." Having stumbled through the research Ryan was talking about, Maxim felt like a Muggle.
She had never known, nor dared to imagine, that true masters had studied magic to this extent!
In terms of magical talent, she was once a prodigy, praised by everyone, but her life as a headmistress made her give up the pursuit of magic.
Right now, her magical skills might only be enough to sit at the same table as Ryan, and when it comes to pioneering ideas about magic—she can only sit at the same table as Harry.
After all, Harry would also be thinking about Dumbledore and the meteorite Duncan.
"We need a batch of Squibs to help you verify—whether the magical disturbances that occur in ordinary people when their emotions are heightened also exist in Squibs. At the same time, we need to test whether Squibs can use this simplified magic to a certain extent!"
"But isn't the very reason why young wizards can be identified by their own families? Did they experience magical outbursts during emotionally charged moments in their childhood?"
With his mind buzzing, Maxim questioned, "They're called Squibs precisely because they can't control magic. There's no point in experimenting on Squibs!"
Although she was taken aback by the grand propositions presented by Ryan, she still maintained the skepticism expected of a wizard exploring magic.
Ryan said, "I don't think it's very accurate to judge whether someone is a wizard or a fake cannon based on juvenile behavior."
Mrs. Maxim, what do you think childhood emotional stimuli can stimulate? Those superficial stimuli are merely based on biological instincts like joy, anger, sorrow, and surprise. For example, a Hogwarts student, because he hadn't shown any magical talent from a young age, was considered a Squib by his family.
Then one day, his uncle threw him off a tall building, and the student finally displayed his magical talent, his inner magic surging forth, allowing him to remain suspended in mid-air.
He asked Maxim, "How much intense emotion do you think a toddler can have? Take Harry, for example. He once told me that in a fit of extreme anger, he made a pane of glass disappear and released a snake to scare his cousin. Teenage anger—excuse my arrogance—at least in my synesthesia, Harry's anger was insignificant."
Ryan had previously used synesthetic charms to perceive the emotions of others in his research on emotions, but the anger he felt in Harry was completely different from the murderous intent he felt in the Voldemort fragments.
The former is like soft cotton candy, while the latter is like steel forged through countless trials.
The marshmallow only allows Harry to remove one piece of glass; what if it were steel?
Could Harry's steely rage lead him to wipe out the entire python enclosure?
"You think the stimulation for young wizards isn't enough? Actually, there are many Squibs that can be used to cast spells?" Maxim said.
"The experiment has two objectives: first, to verify the duds, and second, to demonstrate the role of emotions and magic. The former is the appearance, and the latter is the foundation."
"If it's really because of insufficient emotion, as you say, then what kind of stimulation would be needed to bring the person we identified as a 'dumb' to the peak of emotion?" Maxim felt this was difficult. After all, extreme emotions would put a strain on the body, and we couldn't just push someone to the brink of death for an experiment.
"Yes, yes, this is all thanks to the new wand that Mr. Ollivander and I collaborated on developing." Ryan pulled a large iron rod from his ring. The rod was about a meter long, and he slammed it into the ground with a thud.
With this single strike, ripples appeared on the surface of the teacup on the round table.
"This... a wand?" Maxim hesitated. She would gladly accept it if it were called an iron rod, but... she thought she just heard Ryan call it a wand!
What kind of magic wand is this!
Ryan wielded the iron rod with impressive skill, performing a set of techniques, then addressed the dumbfounded Maxim and the face-covering Nicolas Flamel: "Oh, my respected teacher, teacher's wife, and Madame Maxim, it is well known that a truly powerful mage only needs to learn one spell, Illumination; all other skill points are allocated to Constitution..."
Charge, leaping attack, just level up weapon mastery —
Maxim, Nicolas Flamel, and Perenil: "—
"Just kidding. These new wands are engraved with spells, and holding one allows you to cast those spells. A Squirrel who has been ignored and tormented day and night for decades will surely reach his emotional peak once he discovers he has the opportunity to cast a spell," Ryan said.
This is what it means to not be able to get what you want.
The more you desire something you can't have, the more you toss and turn, the more you suffer day and night, the more you appreciate how hard it is to obtain, and the more you can sustain your emotional satisfaction.
Decades of pent-up frustration can be transformed into the most blazing kindling, igniting in that moment the desire of a dud to use magic.
"I think that if we look at it from the perspective of will and soul, the scene would be as blazing and dazzling as the sun."
Ryan handed the iron rods to everyone.
After examining the incantation engraved on the iron rod, Maxim personally infused it with magic to test it: "Is this an illumination charm?"
"Olivendare, they can make wands like this?" As the two wizards who had the longest-standing relationship with the Ollivander family, Nicolas Flamel and Perenel had met many Ollivanders and knew that they were all masters who had studied traditional magician techniques.
"Times are changing. It's never a bad thing to have another skill," Lane said. Ollivander now has two cane-making skills, giving him much more options than before, and he has to thank me for that.
Maxim confirmed several times that the wand was functioning normally and could channel magic: "I'll contact some Squibs and have them come to Beauxbatons. We'll conduct experiments at the school."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Maxim."
Maxim was also a decisive person. After confirming what she needed to do, she did not hesitate and invited Nicolas Flamel, Perenel, and Lane to the banquet hall where she would be hosting a dinner.
At the same time, she wrote to her friends at the Ministry of Magic, asking them to help gather Squibs.
In the banquet hall.
Nicolas Flamel sat down, his tone stern: "Actually, you didn't finish. You didn't tell the little girl about the dangers and the solutions."