Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 45: Squids Have No Market

Each family stays for ten days, and three families stay for exactly one month.

The plan was good, but it could never keep up with changes. When Owen arrived, he found that Master Nico was not home. After asking the house-elves, he learned that the old alchemist had gone on a trip with his wife.

It didn't matter that he wasn't home. Owen took out the gifts, handed them to the house-elf, and then plunged into the alchemy room.

He had promised Mr. Filch the alchemical trinkets, and thought it best to get them made first.

Actually, it doesn't need to be too complicated. A cleaning spell will make it easy for the gatekeeper to clean the castle, a levitation spell will make it easier to carry heavy objects, a leg-locking spell will make it easier for him to catch little wizards who like to wander at night, and oh yes, add a light spell so that there's no need to light oil lamps when patrolling at night.

Tsk tsk, I'm really too thoughtful. I've gone to great lengths to ensure the peace of the castle at night and the safety of the restless little wizards!

There's a reason why Britain is called the Alchemy Desert.

The wizards here live like Muggles, too lazy. In addition, they all have a common idol, Dumbledore. He did not specialize in alchemy, but conquered the British wizarding world with his personal magical power. Therefore, the pursuit of personal strength accounts for the majority of their thinking.

Some people, however, after chasing after it all, realize that they are just average and not destined for it, and then their mindset changes: Anyway, with Dumbledore around, nothing will happen.

There are far too many wizards who hold this view, from the Minister of Magic to young wizards who have just started school.

Therefore, alchemy, a subject that heavily relies on talent and hard work, became an elective at Hogwarts, and at one point it was even impossible to offer the course due to insufficient enrollment.

Given this situation, Hogwarts Castle doesn't have a proper alchemy room, let alone any materials.

But it's different with Master Nico; he has everything you could want!

Using mithril as a base, the corresponding runes are engraved on it, and finally, crystals that can store magic and have good conductivity are set in it. The four magic rings are thus completed. The most difficult part of this process is shaping the base and engraving the runes. Even the slightest mistake will lead to failure.

Mr. Filch is a dud; he possesses magic, but it cannot be channeled into magic on its own. However, with these rings, things are different. He only needs to wear them, and the crystals on the rings will slowly draw upon his own magic to charge it. When he wants to use it, he only needs to use his magic to trigger the crystals on the rings, allowing the magic within the crystals to automatically generate the corresponding magic through runes.

This practice of repeatedly drawing upon one's own magic might even cure a dud!

The original plan was for ten days, but things were different once they started. Owen spent fourteen days working on the four rings. The first one he succeeded on was the ring with the leg-locking curse, because the runes on it were the simplest and easiest to carve. The most difficult one was the ring with the cleansing curse. He almost couldn't fit the runes in it and failed three times. On the fourth attempt, he finally succeeded.

"Oh dear, that's really not easy!"

Emerging from the alchemy room, basking in the warm sunlight, the young wizard's face was filled with a smug smile.

If this achievement were displayed, it would surely be ridiculed by countless people, because the cost of making a ring far exceeds that of buying a wand. In addition, Squibs are not well-liked, and many people regard them as Muggles with magical powers. More extreme people would rank Squibs after Mudbloods. If a Squib appears in a family, they would be secretly killed, and no one would dare to know, for fear of losing face.

Therefore, developing the dud market is unlikely and cannot be done openly.

Irving went to such great lengths to make this for the goalkeeper, firstly to help him, and secondly to see if he could cure the squid. Even if he couldn't, he could still collect data, killing two birds with one stone.

"Young Master Owen, would you like to have a meal?"

"Yes, you know what I like to eat, don't you?"

He winked at the little elf DouDou, who smiled, bowed, and then disappeared. A moment later, a large bowl of ramen appeared before the little wizard.

There's nothing I can do...

This is Master Nico's home. The combined age of the two elderly people in the family is almost three times the age of the founding of the United Kingdom. At such an advanced age, they should eat something softer!

Even Dumbledore didn't dare offer Master Nico to eat beef jerky, not because Master Nico didn't eat beef, but because he was afraid it would cause problems for him.

The ramen was brought by the little wizard, and the Nico couple loved it. It tasted good, was easy to digest, and didn't hurt their teeth.

"Snoring! Snoring! Snoring!"

The boy's appetite was naturally far superior to that of the old man. After picking up the bowl, which was twice the size of his head, and finishing the last mouthful of broth, Owen wiped his mouth and gave Mr. Bean the little elf a thumbs up.

To the little elf, this was the highest praise imaginable, and he was so happy he wiped away tears.

The little wizard sighed. House-elves were wonderful in every way, except they cried too much…

After dinner, the young wizard left to go home. Half of the summer vacation had already passed in the blink of an eye. Now that the visit to his family was over, it was time to study hard. He should review the sixth and seventh grade textbooks first, and then focus on potions, so as not to be disliked by Professor Snape when school starts.

Once I got home, the environment immediately became quiet.

Molly wouldn't disturb the little wizard while he was reading. Even if she wanted to fight with Little White, she would arrange to go outside so as not to bother the little wizard.

Over the past month, I've received quite a few letters, and a third of them are from a certain little witch. They're full of all sorts of questions. Owen spent some time answering the little witch's questions one by one, and then Little White delivered the letters.

As for the other people's letters...

I need to reply to Mrs. Weasley's letter, I need to reply to the headmistress's letter, and I also need to reply to that alchemist's letter...

So busy!

These letters couldn't be delivered one by one by Little White, so Owen bought a lot of fresh meat and invited all the owls in the neighborhood to help deliver the letters.

Among them was the largest snowy owl, which stayed after delivering the message. It stayed in the little wizard's house, sleeping during the day and looking for food at night. It was quiet and didn't make a fuss. Occasionally, when the little wizard was tired from studying, it would land on the chair so that the little wizard could rest his head in its soft feathers.

Until one day, the Ministry of Magic found Owen's house and took it away...

When the other party left, they also took ten Galleons with them, which was the fee Irving paid Sasha (the snowy owl) to deliver the message.

Actually, Owen did want to buy it and make it his personal messenger, but the main problem was that Sasha was an owl used by the Ministry of Magic's external liaison services; it was a government owl and couldn't be bought or sold...