When Fred and George returned to the cemetery, several flames suddenly appeared on the ground in front of the monument in the central square.
They followed the lead and quickly surrounded the kneeling Peter Pettigrew. With the sound of "crackling", the entire Godric's Hollow was instantly illuminated.
In the light like a ball of fire, there are gorgeous fireworks exploding one after another.
Fred and George at the edge of the cemetery were full of excitement.
"I told you that you like to use blasting spells, but you will feel better this time."
"We will get more next time and make a big one."
The continuously exploding fireworks quickly attracted the stationed Aurors.
They didn't dare to get too close and cast the spell from a distance.
The crazy fireworks stopped in the blink of an eye, and Godric's Hollow returned to darkness again.
The burning smell spread in all directions, and countless small holes appeared under the thick smoke in front of the monument.
The Aurors walked over with their wands raised, the worries in their hearts disappearing little by little.
Peter Pettigrew was still kneeling, his whole body was dark, and the clothes on his body seemed to be stuck to his skin from being burned.
An Auror reached out and poked his nose, "Still alive!"
I can finally feel relieved.
As long as the person is still alive, it doesn't matter how miserable he is.
It's just a small scald and burn, but it won't kill you.
The Aurors casually treated the patient for a few times, then placed an anti-intrusion spell around the area and left.
Fred and George, who witnessed the whole process, were each thinking in their minds.
Hermione came to the two of them, "Go back? Or continue?"
"Go back first."
"Yes, we will come back tomorrow."
The corner of her mouth twitched, "You must not play to death."
"Don't worry, we are measured."
The twins' assurances were completely unconvincing.
Hermione thought for a while, "Count me in tomorrow."
"real?"
"In case you don't know the importance."
With her here, Peter Pettigrew's life would indeed be protected.
But that's all.
For several days in a row, the Aurors in Godric's Hollow would hear loud or small noises in the middle of the night.
First there were fireworks and stench, then there were bugs and corrosive liquids, and yesterday there was a swarm of rats.
Peter Pettigrew's whole body was chewed to pieces, with almost no inch of skin left intact.
Fortunately, he was strong enough to survive. Even though it was getting worse day by day, at least his life was not in danger.
ministry of magic,
Mrs. Peter is here again.
Different from her previous daily requests, this time she did not go to Fudge, but knelt directly in front of the Magic Brothers Fountain in the foyer.
"I beg you... let my son go..."
Mrs. Peter, who looked haggard, was crying, her head pressed against the marble floor.
"He has...he has lost his humanity...when are you going to let him go?"
The young lady in charge of the reception ran to the minister's office at a loss.
When Fudge heard about this, he just said coldly: "Leave it to Rufus and he will handle it properly."
In less than 5 minutes, Mrs. Peter was "asked" by the Aurors to leave the Ministry of Magic.
As a mother, she naturally couldn't bear to see her son suffer.
He was already sentenced to death, why should he be tortured like this?
Can't you just give me a good time?
Another week has passed, and words can no longer describe the tragic situation of Peter Pettigrew.
The skin all over his body was either burnt or highly corroded or full of pustules. His hair and teeth were all gone, and the only face that looked better was completely unrecognizable as his.
Criminals have no human rights or dignity. This is the real British wizarding world.
Mrs. Peter has not come to the Ministry of Magic to beg since the day before yesterday.
I didn't give up, I was hospitalized.
Her mental state was very poor, no different from the patients tortured by the Cruciatus Curse at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, except that she would occasionally wake up for a short period of time.
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In mid-May, the nights in Godric's Hollow finally stopped.
As the final exam approaches, it’s time to focus on studying.
There is an OWLs exam in fifth grade, which is the Ordinary Wizarding Level test.
Unlike Fred and George who were just scrambling, Vincent and Hermione had already completed all the courses from third to seventh grade.
Not to mention the OWLs exam, I can also face the NEWTs ultimate wizard level qualification exam with ease.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts does not have a level-skipping system. No matter how fast or how much you learn, you have to stay for seven years.
The problem of mutual interference between the magic base station and electronic signals has finally been solved.
Changing the magic signal to dot matrix transmission can not only completely separate it from the wave-like electronic signal, but can even ignore all existing space isolation type magic.
If you want to block the transmission of magic signals, you must develop a new magic specifically.
But in order to develop this new magic, we must first thoroughly understand the principle of signal transmission by the magic base station, and then construct targeted anti-transmission magic.
But it was made based on alchemy, and also used many principles of Muggle technology.
Dumbledore may be able to rely on powerful magic to forcibly block it, while the other wizards will have to start from scratch.
Dot matrix transmission not only solves the interference problem, but also greatly improves the signal coverage.
Just one unit is close to 10 miles and over 15 kilometers.
Next, we only need to overcome the last problem: the number of users who can support simultaneous connections.
Since the population of the wizarding world is not as dense as that of Muggles, transmission quality can be prioritized.
May 31, late at night.
Vincent placed a magic base station in the Scottish Highlands.
He and Hermione apparated separately to a distance of 10 kilometers, and then turned on the magic communicator worn on their wrists.
When a clear, colorful picture is projected in front of you, it means that another epoch-making great invention has been born.
Hermione looked at the excited Vincent in the magic projection and subconsciously raised a sweet smile.
"When do you plan to officially release it to the public?"
"The old antiques from the Alchemy Association haven't made any movement so far. I would like to use this thing to test their reaction."
If high-quality and low-priced alchemy products are within the tolerance range, the alchemy golem can be regarded as opening up a new market, and an epoch-making product like the magic communicator is enough to shake the foundation of traditional alchemy.
The two-way mirror, which has a price but no market, must be completely eliminated, and can only be swept into the garbage heap of history together with a large number of traditional alchemy tools made based on the principle of material conversion.
Hermione listened to Vincent's plan for the future and imagined a particularly beautiful picture in her mind.
Wizards no longer dress in conservative clothes or live in dimly lit rooms full of stereotypes.
Their quality of life is better than that of Muggles, and they are surrounded by a variety of alchemy products that far exceed the technology of their time.
There are alchemy golems to do the dirty work, there are various equipment equipped with magic projection functions for entertainment, you don’t even need a magic wand to perform magic, and there are many simpler and more convenient ways to travel.
The high-tech future world imagined by Muggles is called "cyberpunk", and Hermione believes that the future world she imagined should be "magic punk".