novelhk Chapter 156 Nava's Worries
Chapter 156 Nava's Worries
Chapter 156 Nava's Worries
This "let's chat" doesn't refer to the decor of Pig Head Bar.
What style of decoration someone chooses is their own preference, and outsiders shouldn't interfere.
Moreover, Aberforth himself is a powerful wizard, and as Albus's younger brother, he might also be able to reach the level of a great wizard—Lane pondered how to get people on board.
Nava took out some books on basic wizarding knowledge, such as "Basic Spells" and "About Wizards".
"I've read some of the stories about wizards and Muggles. I've discovered there's a group mixed in with wizards and Muggles, which you call Squibs?"
Ryan nodded; he already knew what Nava wanted to ask.
Nava: "The distinction between Squibs and regular Squibs is that they can sense people who possess magic, but cannot properly channel that magic to release spells."
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"Most people like this choose to live in the Muggle world because they simply can't integrate into the magical world—do you have a solution to this problem?"
Because she came into contact with the most profound power in the magical world when she came into contact with magic, Miss Nava, who longed for magic, was naturally worried that she, an ordinary person who was not even a Squib, would not be able to integrate into the wizarding world. She could only leave dejectedly with a broken and gloomy mood, as defeated as a drowning dog.
This question is not just about whether it can solve the problem of being unable to cast spells while soaked, but also about whether it is possible for ordinary people to use magic.
"——"
Ryan was at a loss for words. He really couldn't be sure whether, according to his idea, the Squib could actually use magic.
For the past two days, he has been in the alchemy workshop learning from Nicolas Flamel how to create the synthetic metal O used in bat skeletons.
This metal is named "Magic Gold" because one of its main and most expensive raw materials for alchemy is real gold and silver.
The next two studies are whether artifacts constructed from magic metal can replace the function of a wizard's wand, thus enabling the transport and control of magical power.
So today he's heading to Diagon Alley to ask Ollivander for advice on wand magic.
His understanding of wands was limited to them being tools that helped wizards master magic; he knew almost nothing else about them, so he naturally couldn't give Nava an accurate answer.
"No, or I'm still unsure if it's possible?"
"It leans more towards the latter, and I already have some ideas." Ryan picked up the coffee cup on the table and twirled it in his hand.
Nava put her hand under the table, perhaps fidgeting with the hem of her clothes: "Thank you very much. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I'll come find you if I need anything. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I need to see Mr. Ollivander." Ryan put down his coffee cup and prepared to head to Diagon Alley.
"I'll see you off."
"Wait, wait!"
At the door, Ryan and Nava said goodbye. The information he had received that day indicated that some conflict was going to occur at the opposite corner statue.
This conflict has both inherent factors and factors imposed by humans that have exacerbated it.
It can only be said that his senior, Larry, was just a good student and a good subordinate on the surface, but in reality he was full of wicked schemes. In addition, he put into practice all the political struggle stories that Ryan told him in the Twenty-Four Histories when they were in school!
The methods used to stir up emotions are a bit crude. Real-life situations haven't reached that level yet. Once people calm down after this kind of enthusiastic, word-of-mouth communication, they'll realize something's wrong.
During the subsequent inspection, the Aurors could immediately tell that it was a simplified version of the Imperius Curse. Of course, Ralvin always left himself an escape route when he decided to do something; he might have been planning to knock Fudge out of power and never be able to make a comeback.
Or perhaps he has further plans in store, enough to prevent Fudge from finding any fault with him.
Ryan knew his senior very well, and the senior knew Fudge very well.
Having achieved the prerequisite of knowing oneself and one's enemy, one can only say that Fudge has a big ":" on his head.
Dangerous.
He took the next step and appeared at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.
The Leaky Cauldron was packed with more customers than he had imagined.
"Old Tom, long time no see. I thought you were all out watching the fun."
He entered the Leaky Cauldron and greeted them. Surprisingly, there were still about a dozen wizards inside, whispering amongst themselves. They were discussing today's demonstration, but these wizards preferred to sit and talk rather than go into Diagon Alley to witness it firsthand.
They're all smart people; they sensed something was off about the atmosphere and that the process was too rushed, so they preferred to sit there—Ryan roughly grasped what everyone present was thinking.
Sure enough, the shrewd old Tom chuckled, as if nothing had happened: "Why would someone my age bother with all this? This little tavern is busy enough as it is."
There were also wizards drinking here, raising their glasses and smiling, their smiles filled with sarcasm at the farce unfolding in Diagon Alley behind them.
"Mr. Wells, aren't you going to have a drink?" someone asked.
"Ah, I have to go see Ollivander first. I'd like to ask him about wand techniques, so I won't stay any longer."
"Then be careful. People who get carried away with their emotions won't care who's on the other side." A wizard wearing a cloak covering his entire body spoke up. From the outside, apart from the large cloak, only a few strands of dry white hair could be seen hanging down. One hand, dry and claw-like, was holding a wand, while the other hand, which looked no different from a normal person's and even appeared extremely fair and smooth, was holding a wine glass and sipping it carefully.
"Mr. Kenneth, this is the first time I've seen you outside of Knockturn Alley. Aren't you afraid the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will catch you?" Ryan recognized this man as a regular resident of Knockturn Alley, who had become a dark wizard because his alchemical research was not tolerated by the world.
This dark wizard, who now calls himself Kenneth, has researched the human body and has caused the deaths of many magical creatures and seriously injured several wizards.
It is said that he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic for performing human alchemy in the wilderness, which resulted in the creation of some unstable species with twisted limbs and deformed bodies. Furthermore, these unstable species are highly aggressive, causing deaths and injuries to wizards and Muggles who have passed by.
Finally, there was the area that a dozen or so Aurors had worked overtime to clear. After the cleanup was finished, these Aurors moved into St. Mungo's because the species had caused too much harm to their eyes and nose.
This also boosted Kenneth's fame, leading a pure-blood family to protect him, allowing him to live in seclusion as a dark wizard in the alley.
"There were too many people protesting in the alley, so I came up here for some peace and quiet. The Aurors are too busy posing for photos to catch me." Compared to his visible appearance, Kenneth's voice sounded like that of a normal middle-aged man.
Ryan chuckled: "I can also play the role of a champion of justice."
They first met in their second year of high school, when he and Vio were guerrillas in several famous wizarding communities, and Kenneth was one of them trying to take advantage of the chaos.
However, after Kenneth discovered that his "old buddies" had all been taken down, he quietly retreated to his original spot, pretending that nothing had happened.
It turned out that Ken was a shrewd individual who could maintain his sanity and exploration of magic even in an environment teeming with dark wizards, and was also a well-known "street fighter" in Knockturn Alley. It's just a pity that he went too far down the path of dark magic and there was no turning back.
"Having spent so many years in Flip Lane, just being imprisoned and working hard every day, I've long lost the mindset I had back then." Upon hearing that Ryan intended to cause him trouble, Kenneth immediately surrendered and admitted defeat, declaring that he had been imprisoned in Flip Lane for so many years and had no way to get out. His daily job was to deliver some secret alchemical items to important figures.
"I hope so."
Ryan tossed out a sentence and walked towards the back courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron, where he opened a passage leading to Diagon Alley.
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