Albert was stunned. Of course he knew who Mog MacDoug was. That was Bud Broad's good friend, a famous contemporary magic master, and it was said that he had a close relationship with Adebe Wolfe, the author of "Magic Theory"
Lin Qiming.
only……
Why is the Mog MacDoug in front of me different from what I imagined? I should say...
"What's wrong?" Mog McDougal noticed the moment of confusion on Albert's face and asked doubtfully, "Is there something on my face?"
"I thought... you would be younger." Albert hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but voice his doubts.
"Sorry. I made a mistake."
"Young... Haha, no need to apologize, I am indeed no longer young." McDougal didn't mind Albert's gaffe at all, and pointed to the sofa inside with a smile, "Come in first, Bud should be there soon.
came back."
Albert sat across from McDougal a little cautiously, but his attention was attracted by the parchment on the table, all of which were written in runes.
"It seems that Bud is right. You do have very high attainments in this area." McDoug picked up the black tea and took a sip, watching Albert nod his head, seemingly satisfied.
Albert also noticed McDougal's gentle smile. What should I say?
The way the other party looked at me was very special...and very familiar.
"I originally thought Isobel's talent was good enough." McDougal said softly, "She is one of the most outstanding children I have ever seen."
"Isobel?" Albert cast a searching look at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"My distant niece." McDougal nodded towards the parchment filled with ancient magic texts and asked Albert with a smile, "Bard and I are preparing to write a book on ancient magic texts. Are you interested in participating?
?"
"Me?" Albert felt that he had heard something ridiculous. The other party would actually invite a child to write a book together.
"It's you who wants to write it, not us." Professor Brod opened the door and walked in. He nodded towards Albert and said, "You came earlier than I thought. What do you want to drink?"
"Milk tea." Albert was stunned for a moment and replied instinctively.
Professor Broad waved his magic wand lightly, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.
"I can see that you have high attainments in ancient magic texts, so I recommend you to Mog. Of course, the main work of writing books is Mog's job, and we are just helping him be his thugs.
"
"It's incredible," Albert said honestly.
"Me too?" Albert asked tentatively, "If it were told, it would probably become the funniest joke of the century."
"Don't say that, you are very special, more dazzling than Isobel." McDougal explained, "I think you might be useful, do you mind?"
"do not mind."
"Of course, I think you will definitely learn a lot during this process?" McDoug smiled and said, "Get to know Mog McDoug again."
"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mr. Mog McDougal." Albert stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other person. Although it felt unreal, it seemed that he had met an amazing guy.
"Are you planning to write a textbook, or..."
"No, it is a more advanced book. It is not for students to read as material, but involves deeper things in the study of ancient runes." McDoug explained, "Maybe you haven't come into contact with it yet.
That field, but ancient runes do contain special power, and some ancient spells will use it. If Dumbledore is willing to help, our progress will be much faster."
"Nowadays, there are very few people who really know how to use ancient magic texts." Professor Brod did not hesitate to praise him, "Mog is an expert in this field."
"No, no, Bud, at least there is one in front of me." McDougal smiled and nodded slightly towards Albert's wooden bracelet, "The workmanship is a bit rough, but it is undeniable that this is
Prototype...would you mind lending it to me to see your results?"
"Huh?" Albert realized what the other person was talking about, took off the wooden bracelet and handed it to McDoug.
"If it were me, I would suggest that you use yew wood. Although the guardian tree also has special effects, it cannot perfectly stimulate the power of the runes." McDoug's fingers brushed the wood bracelet.
Rune, looked at Albert with interest and asked: "It's a pity that you haven't really mastered how to use it."
Albert's eyes lit up and he stared at Mog McDoug. He felt that his doubts about the runes might be solved by the other party.
"Don't worry, you are already ahead of many people in this regard. At least Bud doesn't understand these things." McDoug turned his head and looked at his friend and said softly.
"I'm not you, and I haven't done any research in this area." Professor Broad didn't take his friend's joke to heart at all, "You are far inferior to me in terms of practice."
"Each has his or her own strengths." There was no embarrassment on McDougal's face as he looked at the parchment on the table, "Okay, I think we should focus on our work."
"Can I ask?" Albert picked up a piece of parchment and asked, "Where did you get these things? Let me tell you, these runes on them."
"This is one of the legacies left by Ravenclaw." Professor Broad said it directly without caring about how shocking it was.
"Inheritance?" Albert was very surprised, but he quickly calmed down.
"Yes, inheritance, the wisdom of Ravenclaw." McDougal said: "It's amazing stuff. I'm going to summarize it and write it into a book so that other people can interpret this knowledge.
One day, people will realize the magical power contained in ancient magic texts."
"I have never seen any magical power in these words." Professor Broad reminded aloud.
"Because you don't know enough about runes." McDoug pointed out the problem unceremoniously, "Okay, let's get started!"
He waved his wand, and parchment and quills appeared out of thin air, and he began to prepare for recording.
This was a tedious job, and it was hard for Albert to believe that he was actually involved in it. When he came out of Professor Brod's office, he was in a daze, and there was still a buzzing in his head, constantly echoing the sounds he heard during this period.
, I have experienced it... Although I understand it, my brain cannot process this confusing knowledge well for a while.
Albert didn't even realize when he returned to the Gryffindor lounge and when he closed his eyes to rest. His whole brain kept recalling the string of runes and the words McDoug said until he didn't know.