The function of the space converter oil lamp is not complicated. The lit oil lamp will illuminate the path under your feet, opening a path in the unknown darkness according to the direction your soul desires to go.
This kind of magical magic prop is especially suitable for wizards' fairy tales. Maybe the protagonist is a prince who was framed and imprisoned. After lighting the oil lamp, he left the cell guarded by the dragon to save the beautiful princess.
This occult function of operating in space is almost comparable to a time turner.
However, it also has limitations.
First of all, its lamp oil is the magma secretion of the "flaming mammoth". If you want to go to a place too far away, such as the moon, the magma that the bottle of this oil lamp can hold may not be enough.
Secondly, what is just as scary as the possibility of being extinguished halfway is that after walking halfway, the mind is shaken and no longer desires to continue moving forward. Then the wizard may even lose direction and get completely stuck here.
That passage does not exist just by walking through it, but only after you have completely reached your destination, the entire road will be fully realized.
Once it does not appear completely, there is no way to return to the original position.
Lost in space, with no way to return to the real world, it is conceivable that the next step may be to wait for the death of life.
It is precisely because of this that Anton asked his friends not to use this magic prop for the time being, waiting for him to figure out a way to escape from that space channel in an emergency.
He originally thought that apparation or flying spells would be possible, at least allowing people walking halfway to return along the way, but he tried several times without success.
There have been similar passages like this before. There are several secret passages between Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Hogsmeade Village. Wizards cannot disapparate in the secret passages.
Anton originally thought it was the protective magic of Hogwarts that was working, but it was obviously not the case.
Moreover, the passages made by oil lamps and the secret passages of Hogwarts have a certain magical rhythm that is different, which obviously cannot be generalized.
He just had a rough idea.
Light the oil lamp, and under the guidance of the mind and the actions of the body, completely find a path and reach the destination you firmly want to reach.
This process can almost be regarded as a spell casting!
And as long as you cast a spell, there will definitely be a counter-spell. If not, it will only be temporarily absent.
Just like that, time passed quietly.
The turmoil from the outside world has no influence here, everything is so peaceful and peaceful.
There was a gentle breeze, and the grass undulated like waves.
The wind chimes hanging on the window sill of the cabin emitted crisp music.
Anton would sometimes enter the secret passage leading from the hut to the hut on the hillside of the Hogwarts stables, and carefully comprehend the magical rhythms that existed above. Sometimes he would sit on his long table and write and draw.
Studying magic day after day does not make him feel bored, on the contrary, he likes this kind of life very much.
Every day there are different surprises waiting for him to discover, and every day is full of expectations, and he is looking forward to unveiling another layer of magic.
Next to Anton's long table, Anna actually went to buy a Muggle computer and is now using a particularly complex-looking software to draw the 'Moon Castle' she plans to build. Of course, Anna likes to use this
Call it 'Moon Palace'.
Anton thought the name was unlucky, after all, they really had a rabbit, Anganara, a dark magical creature with tentacled tongues.
Anna just smiled shyly, did not argue with Anton, and just continued to draw the weird building that combined Gothic and Chinese styles.
George and Fred were shouting outside the window in the distance. They got a fire dragon from somewhere and were planning to find a way to create a wonderful love between it and Pu Rongrong.
The Romanian ceratopsian (also called long-horned dragon) obviously resisted this kind of thing. It used its long golden horns to goad Puffy to death, and even planned to roast the poor little stuffed animal by breathing fire.
So evil!
Well……
In the words of Hannah's classmate, these Wesley brothers are simply too evil.
Peng~
Suddenly, a magic firework exploded in the sky and did not dissipate for a long time.
A small magic mirror hanging on the belt of Anton's wizard robe suddenly made a beeping sound. He looked up and Anna also picked up her magic mirror and took a look, "Hannah is calling us over."
"She obviously has something she wants to show us."
"So fast?" Anton was stunned, and looked down at the magic manuscripts stacked on the table. It seemed that he hadn't researched anything yet.
"Giggle..." Anna covered her mouth and smiled, "Classmate Anton, I have to remind you that the vacation has already been over for a month."
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Anton's eyes suddenly widened, he looked up at the big clock in the corner in disbelief, and suddenly took a breath, "The deceased was like a husband..."
"Day and night, okay, okay, let's go there quickly." Anna saved the drawing on the computer and took Anton to the corner where the broomstick was hung.
"Oh, no need, I'll take you flying directly!"
Anton chuckled, and suddenly a light strong wind swept the two of them and flew out towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cabin, causing Anna to exclaim.
"Is this the 'Free Wind Bird' you mentioned before?"
"How are you, handsome, quack~" Anton took Anna's hand and flew quickly in the sky. An invisible wind gently supported them, even better than George and Fred riding the fire dragon.
Arrive faster.
They followed the direction of the magical fireworks that lingered in the sky, and soon landed in front of a sea of pink flowers.
It is a very unique flower, half a meter high, with branches as thick as a finger, thick leaves, and a pair of long, narrow and curved trumpet flowers as long as the length of a palm.
"Wow~" Anna exclaimed, "So beautiful~"
It is indeed beautiful, these pairs of pink long trumpet flowers, with a slightly oily bubble condensed at the mouth of the trumpet.
There are many white stars in the bubble, rolling lightly in the bubble.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This bubble is a liquid peel, and the white spots inside are its seeds." Neville explained from the side, "These bubbles are about
The bubbles will condense to the size of a grapefruit, and then completely break away from the morning glory, drifting into the distance with the wind. Eventually, these bubbles will be punctured by sharp thorns such as treetops or stones in nature, and the seeds inside will be sprayed everywhere.
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As Neville spoke, a breeze blew, and many bubbles flew up and flew into the distance.
Sparkling with romantic misty colors in the sun.
"Wow~"
Everyone exclaimed in unison.
This is indeed beautiful!
Hannah looked at her friends with a proud look on her face, waving her magic wand to make a floating bubble fly in front of everyone.
"In order to make the seeds spray farther and cover a wider area, a large amount of gas is filled with magical plants, gas suitable for humans and animals to breathe!"
"It actually has a certain weight, just because of the interesting structure at the bottom of the bubble, which allows it to release some gas little by little, allowing it to float."
As she spoke, Hannah carefully held the bubbles and handed them to everyone.
Anton took it and weighed it, and he could roughly feel that it was as heavy as a lighter.
"It looks interesting!" George looked at it with curiosity and looked at Fred with bright eyes, "Maybe..."
"Yes, maybe we can make it into some kind of prank prop, it will be fun!" When Fred took it, the bubble scraped past his fingertips and suddenly exploded, spraying his seed all over his body.
The bursting force of the bubbles is not very strong, it is almost like the feeling of an ordinary balloon exploding.
A slight popping sound was made.
"The point is not the bubbles!" Hannah pointed at the dense flowers on the hillside and smiled proudly. "The gas in their bubbles is brought by the root system decomposing nutrients from the earth, rather than collecting the air from nature!"
"so……"
Hannah and Navigation both stretched out their hands to indicate the sea of flowers to their cabin mates, "They can make air!"
"Wow~" Anton was envious, "You actually accomplished the goal first!"
"Maybe I am indeed better suited to cultivating these magical plants, rather than running "The Wizarding World"." Hannah looked at the sea of flowers on the hillside happily, looking very satisfied.
"But this is not complete." Hannah shrugged, "I still need you to help me get some lunar soil, at least enough to cover this hillside. I have to see if it can survive in the lunar soil.
It can still release air suitable for human breathing."
"If everything goes well, I still need to go to the moon and try to plant it to see if it can adapt to the lunar environment."
Hannah exhaled softly, "This is a long time."
She knelt down and touched the flowers tenderly, her face full of joy.
Anna squatted beside her curiously and turned to look at her, "What is the name of this flower?"
"Oh, that's right. It's a cross between a twin bean and a morning glory. I call her 'Free Snot Bubble'."
"!
"George was reaching out to catch a floating bubble, and was stunned when he heard the name.
"Quack~~" Anton pointed at him and laughed wildly, "You pinched the snot bubble!"
Pa~
There was a soft sound, and the snot bubbles exploded, covering George's body with his seed. Fred immediately started laughing too.
"Hey, Hannah, why is it called 'Free Snot Bubble'?" George pulled the seeds on his clothes hard and made a face at Fred and Anton.
"Hannah suggested that these bubbles might be produced by plants themselves, so we chose one and planted it in a glass jar." Neville explained, "Then the gas inside became more and more, and the glass jar burst.
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"Yes!" Hannah looked up at everyone, "Their seeds yearn for freedom."
"And do you think these twin pink petunias look like a pig's snout?"