It was very cold today. Ivy put on his winter clothes, gloves and felt hat, and headed to his destination.
It is now about ten o'clock in the morning, and there are still many managers on the road directing snow shoveling. The blizzard that lasted for two days and two nights gave this small town a layer of silver.
The snow on both sides of the road has piled up into mountains, and neighbors are still shoveling snow out of their gardens. On the road, the speed of vehicles is extremely slow, and the drivers are holding the steering wheel carefully to prevent slipping. There are still a lot of snow on the road.
There are dedicated personnel spreading salt and melting snow to ensure the smooth flow of roads.
"Merry Christmas! Aunt Olive"
"Oh ~ Sister Dina, you are so beautiful today, Merry Christmas!"
"The little guy's mouth is so sweet"...
Amid friendly holiday greetings, Ivy arrived at his destination, the park in the middle of the town.
Follow the path in the garden to the depths of the park. At this time, the park is filled with some of the more lively children in the town.
We came to the lawn by the lake. The lake, which is quite large, has frozen. You can see many brave children stretching out their feet to test the ice. Seven or eight children gathered together on the lawn to build a huge snowman.
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Today, Ivey is here to do something big!
"Let's have a snowball fight!" he shouted excitedly, made a snowball, and hit David in the face while the others were still stunned. He is Dina's brother and lives across from Ivy's house.
"Sneak attack!"
"It's that bastard Ivy!"
"Kill him!"....
The children reacted and started to fight back. In an instant, seven or eight snowballs flew towards Ivy at the same time. He quickly dodged and moved around, but still hit two of them.
"Haha, I hit him!"
"Well done!"....
The noise attracted more and more children. Snowballs were flying on the lawn, it seemed like a hail of bullets, and more than 20 people were fighting in a melee.
The battle gradually became intense, and Ivy's body was covered with large and small white spots, which were the marks left by being hit by snowballs. He also achieved great results, and David, who was under his focus, has become a "
snowman".
While he was fighting fiercely, Ivey was suddenly knocked down from behind. It was the Levin brothers. These two shameless young men found two wooden shovels from nowhere and kept shoveling the snow in an attempt to "bury" him.
"You two bastards are planning a sneak attack!"
Ivey kept struggling, but he was too young. Facing the twins who were 5 years older than him, Ivey's resistance would only make them more happy.
Perhaps because there were too many people who had been attacked by the Levin brothers, more than a dozen children came over to help suppress the Levin brothers. Ivy also took the opportunity to turn over and hug their feet.
"Bury them!"
"Bury! Bury! Bury!"
More than a dozen people lifted the Levin brothers and walked to a huge snowdrift. Ignoring their threats, they threw them in. The brothers fell into the snowdrift and disappeared in an instant.
"Haha, you deserve it"
"Let you hit me with a shovel"
The comrades are very happy
"You bastards!" roars came from the snowdrifts
"run!"
Someone shouted, and everyone immediately scattered.
"Avi! Don't run! I'm going to kill you!"
"Bye - I don't want to accompany you anymore."
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"I'm back!"
"How's it going? Did you have fun?"
Looking at his son who pushed in the door, he looked very embarrassed even though he was covered in weeds and snow, but the excitement on his face could not be concealed.
In fact, he is indeed very happy. Since he time traveled, this time of year has allowed him to release his nature and have some fun. Ivey has been living in js in his last life, and it can snow once or twice in winter there.
It’s incredible, it’s impossible to have this kind of experience.
So this icy and snowy atmosphere is very novel to him, and he likes this feeling very much.
“Well, not bad”
He took off his coat, shook it, and patted the debris off his body. He walked to the living room, rubbing his face that was red from the cold, and took the hot cocoa from his mother.
"By the way, how was your spell practice?" Erin was preparing lunch. It was almost twelve o'clock.
“Not much progress”
"Don't be discouraged. The level of detail you control now is even better than when your father was an adult."
Ivey couldn't imagine how his father lived as a human bomb.
After lunch, Ivey sat at the table and was about to conceive of a training plan. He felt that the previous idea was too rough. Although there was nothing wrong with the overall idea, it still needed to be refined.
For him, the best solution is a wand. Having his own wand can greatly increase control. But this is not easy to achieve. Buying a wand is easy, and Ivey's family has a lot of money. But every wand has
It has been registered with the Ministry of Magic.
Moreover, because her husband died in the war, the pregnant Irene was afraid of the revenge of the Death Eaters, so she decided to move here to live with the Muggles. Casting spells in the Muggle world will be focused on, although Ivy is not a good person at all.
Miao Hong's white wizard, but he doesn't want to be harassed by the Ministry of Magic every day.
This road is temporarily unavailable, but there is another way.
Reduce spell casting difficulty
The difficulty of a transfiguration spell depends largely on the complexity of the thing you want to transform, in addition to the caster.
The smaller and more delicate the animal is, the more details it needs to depict and the more difficult it is.
Ivey is going to give up on the transformation of delicate creatures first. Start with some simple furniture, and then some exquisite decorations. From some large and rough animals to some exquisite ornamental animals.
As for precision instruments made by insects and humans, the difficulty is too high. The former is too small and the latter is too complex. It will depend on the situation at that time.
For him, what is important is the complexity of the object's composition and improving his level of magic control through control of details. It does not mean that he wants to be an artist and pursue vivid sculptures.
The route has been planned, but as for whether it can be realized... let's talk about it later. Anyway, let's show our attitude first.
With reasonable planning in mind, Ivey immediately took action and wanted to complete the small stool first.
He took out a piece of log and started to cast the spell. After blowing up two pieces of wood, a new change finally appeared. The wood changed from a cylinder to a rectangular parallelepiped. The surface was extremely rough, and it was a bit painful to sit on it.
"Oh, let's continue"
........
"School starts tomorrow~"
Ivey sighed and looked at the various "stools" in front of him. Some had missing corners, some had broken legs, and some had hollow cores. Only the four-legged stool sitting under his butt barely qualified.
It is not spliced like a craft product, and there will be many interfaces on the surface. After the magic transformation, the stool is integrated. The surface is no longer rough, and is as smooth as polished.
After practicing during the Christmas vacation, there are still some gains, in all aspects.
Ivey is very happy to be able to make progress. I believe no one will hate this sense of reward after hard work.
He also knew that no matter how much he practiced, his control level could only be improved to a limited extent, and in the end he would only be able to cast some simple magic. But this was enough, and Ivey would be very satisfied, after all, he had gained enough.
He climbed into bed and lay on his back, his eyes blank, his mind empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
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surrey
No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. In the cupboard under the stairs next to the corridor, ten-year-old Harry sat curled up by the window, looking at the moonlight and lost in thought. There were also noises from upstairs, which must be Dudley's presence.
Play games.
"Harry, go get me a cup of coffee!"
Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a male voice came from upstairs. His tone was full of pride, as if he was instructing Harry that he would have great pleasure.
"Bring me a plate of cookies too!" This is cousin Dudley, he wants to eat again. That's right, he is too "skinny".
"Come right away!" Harry shouted back...
Our Savior is still in dire straits
Ivey had come to his senses here, looked at the time, thought of meeting again tomorrow, and fell asleep with some expectation.