"Senior, how far is the dismantling of the Floo Network?"
Gretel handed over the breakfast in his hand and picked up Penello's notes.
Penello looked like he had been studying all night, his hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot.
While devouring it, he told Gretel about his progress.
"The positioning configuration has been disassembled. The next thing to be disassembled is the transmission configuration. This is the biggest project. After disassembly, it will be modified and adapted to be miniaturized."
Penello's tone was full of resentment, and he clearly joined as a partner.
But now she feels more like a worker whose blood and sweat are being squeezed inhumanely by the capitalists.
But there is no other way. Who can make the partner in front of me the big boss?
The things I am researching now all come from other people's ideas. Although my current knowledge is incomplete, I can only rely on myself.
But compared to people who come up with ideas, tool people are obviously easier to find.
According to the dean, Penelo, you are not the only candidate, just because you are the most free among those who meet the requirements.
After all, according to the future described by Grete, she, Penelope Crevat, will become a hot new capital star in the wizarding world within a year after making results.
Those pure-blood families that have been passed down for hundreds of years may not have as much liquid assets as she has.
If Grete hadn't been afraid that someone would be the first to achieve results, as soon as he announced his plan, there would be so many people hugging his legs and begging to buy shares.
"It's enough to dismantle the positioning configuration. We won't dismantle the floo network next."
Grete's words almost choked Penelo, and he struggled to swallow the sausage in his mouth. His whole body felt bad.
Ever since she learned about Gretel's big plan, Penelo had been studying it day and night.
In order to produce results as soon as possible, she devoted almost all her free time except the necessary classes.
I haven't even been to the rest room much recently. I just sit in the research room of the Room of Requirement every day, and fall asleep when I feel sleepy.
Continue researching when she wakes up. If Grete hadn't remembered to replenish her food from time to time, she would have starved to death here.
Now the big boss won't dismantle it if he says it won't be dismantled. He is really a tool man and has no temper.
If he didn't still have sense, Penello would have wanted to pull out his wand and shoot a stream of water into Gretel's face.
"I have a new idea in the past two days. Our goal is to make a portable information terminal. The transmission magic of the Floo Network is too difficult for us to modify.
We don't need to transmit entities like the Floo Network, as long as we can transmit information in real time.
And another point is that even if we complete the disassembly and analysis, the final modification may not be able to complete our established idea.
So, why don’t we create a suitable configuration from scratch according to our own needs.”
Penelo initially thought that Grete had some good ideas, and listened to Grete's explanation attentively.
Until something came to her ears, create a configuration from scratch.
She decisively returned her attention to food and creating configurations. She, Penelo, still knew how good she was.
It's better to fill your stomach quickly and continue dismantling it. Maybe the big boss will figure it out in a few days.
Gretel didn't find it strange when he saw her reaction. In the current wizarding world, among 10,000 people, there is not a single person who has not solidified his brain.
To prove that he had this ability, Gretel took out his wand in front of Penello.
"utopia!"
Along with the fluctuation of magic power, Penello's attention was drawn to Gretel.
The 360-degree shield with no blind spots is constantly flashing with fluctuations of magic power, making people feel extremely safe staying inside.
Penello's eyes lit up, "Is this?"
Gretel did not explain, but just let Penello use her strongest spell to attack her.
"Shattered to pieces."
After Grete's repeated requests, Penello tentatively cast the crushing spell, but she was worried that the shield would not be able to withstand it, so she obviously did not apply too much magic power.
But no matter how hard you suppress the magic power, Shattered to Bones is still an incredibly powerful offensive spell.
Unexpectedly, when the magic spell touched the shield, it didn't even cause the shield to react at all.
Just like water flowing into the sea, it moistens things silently.
Penello became interested instantly. As a well-known academic master, she was sure that such a powerful defensive spell did not exist in the magic world today.
Those pure-blood families that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years don't have it, nor do the fairies who have rebelled many times but have continued their inheritance.
"Shattered to pieces, shattered to pieces, shattered to pieces."
As a student that even Professor Flitwick praised, Penello's dueling skills are naturally not bad.
The crushing spell was fully fired, and three consecutive rounds were fired in a square shape to block Gretel's escape path.
The moment she cast the crushing spell, she regretted it, and her head suddenly sobered up after staying up all night.
With the magic wand in hand, he was about to cast the spell and stop, saving Gretel from danger.
Who would have expected that Gretel would not advance or retreat, but instead took a step forward and swallowed three spells from the front.
Penello looked nervous, while Gretel looked confident.
The shield was like a water bubble blown by the wind. It shook a few times and then returned to its original shape.
Penello didn't want to try it anymore, because even if he attacked again, it would only turn three crushing spells into a dozen consecutive arrows.
But Gretel's magic shield obviously has some leftover power.
Besides, how could a wizard duel be so stupid as to stand and cast spells? Of course, you can hide as much as you can.
It is only right to evade and be accompanied by a counterattack.
But Gretel's spell is so unreasonable. As long as you put on such a shield, you are basically invincible.
As long as there is enough magic power, the individual rifle can directly transform into the Iron-Blooded Gundam.
Until now, how could Penelo still not understand what Gretel meant.
The big boss obviously has more advanced technical reserves. As a partner, of course he chooses to obey his words.
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"Yes, this is my own magic spell, Utopia. If you want to learn it, I will teach you."
Penello threw the wand aside angrily and complained.
"If I had known you had the ability to create your own magic spells, I wouldn't have bothered to dismantle the structure. I haven't had a good rest for at least half a month.
I will come back in the evening, and this time you will be the main attacker, and I will be responsible for assisting you."
Penello seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and his whole body suddenly became energetic.
God knows, because she was the only one with enough ability before, how many brain cells she spent in dismantling it.
It's better this time. The big boss has the ability to do the project. She just needs to follow him and do the chores and wait.
Of course Gretel knew how much energy Penello had put in recently, so he would not be unkind.
But then again, who would have thought that dear Professor Voldemort would look down upon a mudblood like him?
He even risked being exposed to teach him such an important thing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Comparing one's feelings with one's own, if Professor Fu was any more decent, he would probably bow down and bow to him.
But no, Professor Fu is determined to become the king. If he follows my dear Professor Fu, he will renounce himself from the wizarding world.
What's more, the great White Devil is still watching secretly. If his classmate Xiaoge dares to change jobs, the White Devil will dare to take care of the door himself.
You see, every time Lao Deng mentioned his dear Professor Fu to him, the regret hidden in his words was almost overwhelming.
Therefore, he, the genius wizard Mike Grete of Ravenclaw, could only silently thank his dear Professor Fu in his heart.