After observing and trying to figure out how to make Floo powder in the past few days, Anton discovered an interesting thing.
The inventor of Floo Powder, Yingenecia Wildsmith, is obviously an extremely skilled 'material scientist'. She has knowledge of the changes in materials between environments, and the changes in the combination of materials with each other in the environment.
Incredibly precise control.
But if we look specifically at the floo powder formula for how to achieve 'space shuttle', the overall idea of the formula for this material is obviously full of coincidences.
Anton even had such an interesting conjecture - because the main material in the potion, Floo Powder, 'Rune Snake Fang Powder', has been dried in the sun, this potion material itself is extremely unstable.
Attached to the unique 'penetration' and 'constancy' of sunlight.
——So at a coincidental moment, the inventor Yinganexia accidentally knocked over the powder that she didn’t know what to make into the fireplace, causing a large fire explosion. She quickly used it in order to escape.
'Apparition' leaves the original place...
——Then she magically appeared from another fireplace. Yes, she should have apparated into the hall at home, instead of appearing in the fireplace at home in a ball of green fire.
"The three principles of Apparition: goal, determination, calmness..."
"Using Floo requires speaking the address of the destination loudly and accurately..."
While Witch Hester was busy preparing various materials, Anton raised his head and murmured with bright eyes.
He did not need to verify whether such a conjecture was consistent with past history. After all, he did not have the magic manuscript diary of the inventor of Floo Powder.
Anton only needs to know this. According to the theory of "integration of potions and curses", he can directly ignore the floo powder and treat the flames generated by the floo powder as a kind of magic that can travel through space.
"Yes!" Anton clapped his hands excitedly, "First name it 'Space Traveling Flame', and then put it into the gray magic field I study!"
Then something interesting happened.
The countless changes between the environment and magical materials during the preparation of Floo powder, the changes between materials, the new changes caused by the change of materials and the changes in the environment, can all be easily included in the category of 'ritual magic'.
Anton really understands the two aspects of ‘ritual magic’ and ‘the relationship between the environment and the individual’.
To verify this, he just had to do a small experiment.
He looked up at the moon in the sky, his eyes shining.
"Replace the sunlight in this 'ritual magic' with moonlight!"
"If my guess is correct, the burning flame will produce extremely interesting changes, from 'stability' to 'mystery'!"
Mystery is the origin of the supernatural existence given to wizards by human collective consciousness!
This is the case in the magic system theory constructed by Anton.
He doesn't need to thoroughly figure out how this 'floo powder' achieves space travel, he just needs to add a little interesting 'mystery' to it.
An extremely unique magical power.
Just like the legend of the phoenix made up by Dumbledore and his sister Ariana, once it is actually created by casting a spell, the phoenix really has the ability to travel through space.
"The ability of the Phoenix flame to travel through space...the ability of the flame to travel through space after the floo powder is burned..."
Anton raised his eyebrows, vaguely aware of the interesting question here.
"King Weiss, we are ready."
Witch Hester came over and said respectfully.
Anton nodded, gently took out the wand in his hand and waved it. Suddenly, the pool-like Eris stone crucible on the ground, which required two giants to lift, floated, first letting the clear water fly out from the water tank next to it and fall into it.
, and added the main material such as the venomous fang powder of the Nephilim snake, and felt the influence of the Eris stone on its development...
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The moonlight was shining brightly here in Diagon Alley, but it was still the afternoon when the sun was shining brightly here in New York.
The time difference between New York and London is 5 hours.
Of course, the time here has little to do with the length of time.
Editor-in-Chief Greengrass and Professor Harris looked at each other with complicated expressions. As friends since their student days, they followed the instructions of the great Grindelwald and lurked into Voldemort's forces. At this moment, they were somewhat speechless.
Editor-in-Chief Greengrass rubbed the handle of his cane, pursed his lips, and suddenly said in a faint voice, "We can't go back, can we?"
Harris opened his mouth, but finally just lowered his head with a dark expression.
Compared to Grindelwald, who has a very charismatic personality, Tom Riddle is obviously not good at commanding his subordinates in such a high-end way as to confuse people's hearts.
Riddle...
This Dark Lord's methods are not bad at all.
Although the Dark Lord cannot fully mobilize the inner desires and ambitions of others, he is better at grasping the darkness of people's hearts. He can only drag people into the water, dyeing the wizard's robes and beating hearts as dirty as himself, making people miserable.
Don't cling to the Dark Lord's side.
As long as he degenerates into a demon, only the Dark Lord can provide him with protection, right?
Harris didn't know what the Dark Lord arranged for Greengrass to do, he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't want to ask.
Because he knew that if anyone knew about the things the Dark Lord asked him to do, he would face a terrible death or be imprisoned.
If Dumbledore knew what he had done...
No!
Dumbledore must know!
Harris couldn't imagine that if the Dark Lord failed in the end, could Grindelwald still be able to protect himself in front of Dumbledore?
He doesn't know. He...
It seems that all we can do is pray that the Dark Lord will not fail?
At this moment, a secretary to the speaker wearing a suit and short skirt came out of the office and looked around the crowd at the door with a serious face, "Professor Harris, please go in first."
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The female secretary walked towards the office.
In the six months since he came to New York, his eyes had gone from being ambitious at the beginning to now becoming a little drowsy and haggard. He pursed his lips and stared at the back of the female secretary in front of him.
Oh~
Of course he wasn't staring at the other person's swaying waist and swaying erections.
This is the person he is looking at!
This female secretary conveys extremely weak magic power, clearly indicating her identity as a sub-wizard.
These Muggles with magical blood, but who did not produce magical riots, should have been regarded as just Muggles, but they were named "Muggle Squibs" by Anthony Weiss.
Anton is simply miraculous. He actually found a way to make the "Muggle Squibs" produce magical riots and become wizards.
Although they are only second-rate wizards, these people's talent in magic is obviously low to the naked eye, but they can't stand up to their numbers.
Having more people is an advantage. After all, the wizard population itself is too small.
Moreover, Mr. Speaker Tom Riddle seems to have discovered the most important advantage of sub-wizards. Although these people are a mess in their spellcasting performance, they already have good skills education in the Muggle world.
In finance, personnel, organization and other areas that do not require magic, these people are even better than wizards!
Of course, it’s not just the skills that are useful.
"The great Speaker Riddle." Professor Harris took off his wizard hat and saluted, looking respectfully at the tall figure standing in front of the window.
Tom was wearing a gray suit at the moment, holding a glass of red wine and staring at the shelter tower building in the distance outside the window, seeming to be thinking about something.
The secretary bowed quietly and turned around to leave the office. The sound of his high heels clicking on the ground became even more crisp in this quiet office.
I don't know how long it took before Tom turned his head and asked, "What happened to those Muggle squib kids?"
Professor Harris took a deep breath, lowered his head and did not dare to look into Riddle's eyes. He tried his best to make his tone calm and steady, "Five people have died, and there are no signs of the pregnancy of 'Oscurus' yet."
."
"As soon as possible..." Tom gently put the wine glass on the table and walked over. He walked over and patted Harris on the shoulder. Then he walked to the bookshelf in the corner, flipped through it for a while, and pulled out a document from it.
"This is another list. If you don't have enough children, you have to make up for it as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
The light document fell into Harris's arms, but it seemed like a heavy mountain, weighing down Harris and making him breathless.
"Maybe……"
Harris twitched the corners of his mouth, his voice became drier, and he said with some difficulty as if there was a stone stuck in his throat, "Maybe there is something wrong with using Dementors to turn sub-wizard children into Obscurials?"
"No!" Tom Riddle walked back to the desk, sat on Longpi's office chair, put one hand on the desk, and tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, making a trembling sound.
"Professor Harris, you are an excellent master of potions. You should be able to understand the formula I developed. This is absolutely correct on a theoretical level."
Speaking of this, Tom chuckled incomprehensibly, "If you still can't understand, I suggest you read the book "Wizards Are Gods" written by my student when you have time."
"Don't hesitate, Harris, just do it!"
"As soon as possible, my patience is limited, you must prove your worth..."
Harris slowly looked up at Riddle, clenched the folder in his hand tightly, and finally nodded vigorously, "I won't let you down!"
"Very good!" Riddle was obviously very satisfied with his attitude. "Go ahead and call Greengrass in. I asked him to use his former identity as a saint to find his old colleague Clayton with the time converter.
Dumbledore asked how to master the power of the Obscurus, and he did a good job..."
Riddle raised his eyelids and looked at Harris, "You should also make some achievements."