Sword and Magic and Taxi

"There are two big news recently, have you heard about it?" Longbottom came uninvited and squeezed Tolkien to sit down. [Full text reading] There are always roasted chicken drumsticks and honey quiche on his dinner plate. It seems that he will never have enough of these two things. But today, there is an extra roll of newspaper on his plate-"Daily Prophet", it seems that his news comes from this.

Longbottom looked down, "Oh, if you think so, you’re only half right. One of the big news is indeed the Daily Prophet. The Ministry of Magic issued an order to close all entrances and exits to the Muggle world. From Ma When Melon World comes over, the landing location must be the Muggle artifact abuse site, where it will be inspected."

"Why?" In this way, Tolkien was separated from his wife, and he immediately asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

"The Ministry of Magic revealed that it was related to the Muggle wars. It is not clear why." Longbottom looked around, lowered his voice and said, "As far as I know, a wizard carried a Muggle egg. Then the egg broke, cursing and poisoning two people. The Ministry of Magic worried that this was a new action to eliminate wizards, so it was nervous."

"Egg?" Tolkien frowned. He thought of the gas bombs used on the battlefield, but maybe it was just a bomb. After studying at Hogwarts, he found that wizards are not equal to gods, at least bullets and bombs can still hurt them. Although wizards are magical, their power is not unlimited. He began to vaguely worry about the guarantee Grindelwald gave him. "I will let the world war end this year", Grindelwald was very confident when he said this.

"I don't think the Ministry of Magic can close all the passages at all." Longbottom licked his lips, took a bite of a chicken leg, and then said vaguely: "I use Floo powder to say where to go instead of where to go. The Ministry of Magic manages Come on?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic has never been able to control anything."

From the past to the present, and into the future one hundred years later, the Ministry of Magic has never been able to restrain wizards. If freedom produces creativity and intensification produces productivity, then the Ministry of Magic can produce nothing. The black magicians one after another, the wizard wars one after another, the relationship between the wizard and the Muggle never developed in a good direction, and finally a global catastrophe caused the intervention of the detached.

"Don't talk about the mess of the Ministry of Magic. They just lost Minister Grogan Stamp, and the current acting Minister Sput Lupin can't hold back the scene. Who will succeed the Minister of Magic has become a quarrel. ." Longbottom had already killed the chicken legs and was working **** the honey quiche. "Don't you want to know another thing?"

"Yeah, what else is it?" Tolkien asked quickly.

"Hey, this has something to do with you." Longbottom raised his eyebrows: "Someone ventured into the Forbidden Forest and caught a house elf. It is said that that was the culprit who attacked the tutor. I never thought about house elf. Can actually do such a thing!"

"Where did you hear it?" Zhao Mai was a little strange. Didn't Dumbledore say that he kept it secret for now? He hadn't told anyone, and Dumbledore didn't seem to be a talker.

"I heard Professor Bins talking with Ms. Elbeira." Longbottom looked at them and suddenly said, "Oh, you probably haven't seen Professor Bins. After all, you only have one teacher, Dumbledore. Professor Bins is a ghost who is responsible for teaching the course of the history of magic. After Elebella woke up, he was worried that the villain who attacked her would be sent out again, so he went to inquire about the news every day. Although Professor Bins is a ghost, it seems that It looks cold, but it's actually very kind. After inquiring about the news, I deliberately told Elbeira."

"What else did you hear?" Zhao Mai asked.

"Not much. It seems that the house elf ran away and couldn't find out whose family it was. Professor Dumbledore has applied for a wanted warrant from the Ministry of Magic, but Principal Dippet thought it was a waste of time, and was a little lost. Gwarts' face."

"Run?" Zhao Mai sighed and said: "It's a pity. It seems that our tuition students still have to be careful to guard against attacks!"

"Yeah, you have to be careful." Longbottom looked at the two friends in a bad mood, so he patted them twice and tried to cheer them up: "How about this, I invite you to watch the Quidditch World Cup?!"

"No, we have to prepare for the exam." Tolkien shook his head, as did Zhao Mai. "When the exam results come out, we can really relax."

"It's a pity, but I understand you very well." Longbottom seems to have forgotten that he is younger than the other two. Instead, he said in a "senior" attitude: "Don't be nervous during the exam, otherwise it will affect you. Your performance. My experience is that you have a chocolate candy in your mouth during the exam, which can make you more focused."

There was sugar in your mouth during the spell test? Zhao Mai and Tolkien were both uncomfortable with his statement.

Although Dumbledore's "guarantee" was given, Zhao Mai would not pin all his hopes on him. Some things must be done by himself. The potions class is not difficult for him. With the help of natural force, psychic powers and some of Westero's refining techniques to supplement, his success rate in making potions will only be higher than the exam requirements. The history of magic and other courses that rely on rote memorization are not to mention, using psychic powers to create memory crystals is the most common method used by Psionists.

Flying lessons will definitely hang, because he can't make the broom fly no matter how he tries. This may have something to do with his resistance to the posture of sitting on it deep in his heart. If he is standing on a broomstick, there may be a glimmer of hope for success-but even so, it "drops" far more than standing on a flying sword. Zhao Mai can use his psychic powers to grab the broom alone, but he cannot add himself to the sky. Flying lessons can only use broomsticks and cannot transform into birds, so this score must be lost.

This part of the score is gone, and if you want to pass, you can no longer lose the score of the spell class. Zhao Mai thought of a way, just like all students who will have problems with the exam, prepare to "fuzzy" the past. Since the psychic powers combined with the natural force can imitate the effects of most spells, the remaining thing is how to make this imitation not be seen by others.

"What do you want me to do for help?" Tolkien thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked, "Do you want me to intersperse another spell in one spell?"

Zhao Mai nodded: "It's basically certain which spells will be tested in the spell class~www.NovelMTL.com~ I hope you can help me find a way to insert McCamey's spell into the spell. Let No matter which spell I pronounce, there will be McCamer in it."

"What's the use?"

Zhao Mai waved his magic wand, "Mccamer"! The wand glowed, and at the same time Zhao Mai lifted a book next to him with psychic powers. "Look, as long as they thought I was reading Yugadim Leviosa, and I actually used McCamer and other abilities, I successfully imitated the Levitation Charm, right? You are a linguist. , Shouldn't it be difficult to insert the pronunciation?"

"It's not difficult, it's difficult!" Tolkien said: "You are no different from creating a language. You have to completely remove the spell and reorganize it. The key is to deceive your ears."

"Difficult?"

"Fortunately I did something similar before." Tolkien smiled suddenly. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I have been trying to create a language with beauty as the only goal. I already have some foundation for dismantling various pronunciations. Don't worry, Mike, just give me a week. I'll give you a few plans and try which one will work. After all, this is a curse, not an ordinary sentence." (To be continued.)