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Magic Chu Yang is learning how to make magic wands and has compiled many highly practical spells. Based on their current situation, he has also assigned suitable training plans to everyone.
Stable and reliable logistics and research personnel!
Pirate Chu Yang's physical skills and Haki have also improved greatly. Under Shanks' tutelage, he has gradually come into contact with the realm of Conqueror's Haki.
After leaving the Soul Palace this time, it shouldn't be long before he awakens Conqueror's Haki.
Compared to the substantial progress of the other three, Hokage Chu Yang seemed to follow a very routine, practicing Wood Release every day, then researching ninjutsu, and then doing some education, living the life of a civil servant day after day.
Aside from practicing Wood Release, he doesn't need to devote too much energy to studying ninjutsu. With the help of Magic Chu Yang, he only needs to take the results to Senju Tobirama for mutual verification.
After sharing their talents, the four of them saw a significant increase in overall strength.
The Harry Potter world.
Chu Yang pushed open the door of the wand shop. The world was already a vast expanse of white. Snowflakes danced in the air like willow catkins before falling to the ground and becoming part of the white landscape.
"Haha, Mr. Chu Yang, Merry Christmas!"
Good morning, Mr. Ollivander, and Merry Christmas!
Ollivander held two cups of hot black tea, handing one to Chu Yang and the other to his own lips. He took a small sip, gazing at the beautiful white scenery outside, and exclaimed with lingering admiration.
"Child, after Christmas you'll be going back to Hogwarts. What are your plans for the future?" Ollivander, holding a cup of red tea, turned and glanced at Chu Yang, his eyes shining as if he had something to say.
Chu Yang thought that he was reluctant to part with him, so he quickly said, "I will come to see you often, Mr. Ollivander. Apparition is not difficult for me."
"Haha, of course I know that's not difficult for you, because you're a genius." Ollivander winked at Chu Yang like a playful old man, then shook his head and laughed, "That's not what I meant, Chu Yang!"
"I have nothing more to teach you about wand making; your learning ability is simply too..." Ollivander chuckled at this point, praising Chu Yang had become a habit of his, one he couldn't break now.
"In short, you've graduated. From today onwards, you are a full-fledged wand maker, or perhaps... a master."
"You can make wands for others in your own name. With your current skills, there will definitely be no shortage of people who want you to make wands. In addition, with the abundant resources at your disposal, you will no longer have to worry about Galleons from now on."
Chu Yang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Ollivander, are you trying to remind me that I don't actually have to go back to Hogwarts, is that right?"
“What a clever child,” Ollivander exclaimed. “Hogwarts, with Dumbledore in charge, is known as the safest place in the world, but I believe you understand that Dumbledore is not a god, and there are things he cannot do.”
"Hogwarts is not safe now. Even the entire wizarding world is shrouded in a shadow because of some recent events. No one knows when a crisis will break out."
Although Ollivander didn't say it explicitly, Chu Yang knew he was referring to Voldemort.
Unable to obtain blood from unicorns to prolong his life, Voldemort must have resorted to other evil methods, which is why the wizarding world is secretly filled with intrigue and fear.
Ollivander hoped that Chu Yang could stay away from these dangers, even if it meant delaying his studies or giving up his studies. With Chu Yang's talent, he could establish himself in the wizarding world even without the title of a Hogwarts graduate.
"Given Voldemort's current state, he should be about to lose his temper and attack Harry and the Philosopher's Stone."
Judging from all the signs over the past month, Chu Yang felt that Voldemort would most likely make his move during the Christmas season. After the holiday, he could go back and study in peace this semester.
Chu Yang wasn't worried about Harry's safety. With the Bloodline Protection Charm and the protagonist's halo, Voldemort had no chance before he turned 18.
However, as the old saying goes, ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh. Just when you think reality will develop in an orderly manner, fate will stand around the corner and give you a surprise.
As night fell, cheerful songs filled Diagon Alley, but the door of the Wand Shop was being pounded on.
"Hey! Hey! It's a holiday today, we're not doing business. I don't know where you came from, you're really rude!"
Ollivander walked into the hall, cursing and swearing.
I wanted to open the door and give the person outside a piece of my mind.
But when the door opened, he was stunned.
Three young wizards were standing outside, one of whom he remembered vividly.
The famous "Harry Potter"!
Ollivander swallowed all his curses and quickly forced a surprised smile. "Oh! Isn't this Mr. Potter? You've come to Diagon Alley with your friends for Christmas?"
"I'm sorry, but this is a wand shop and we don't offer any extra services."
Hermione hurriedly said, "Mr. Ollivander, we're here to see Chu Yang. Is he with you?"
Ollivander paused for a moment, "Who told you this?"
Ron shrugged and said, "Hagrid..."
Harry and Hermione nudged Ron in the ribs at the same time, signaling him to shut up.
Chu Yang's whereabouts after the holiday were a secret, known only to Dumbledore and Hagrid.
The trio learned of Chu Yang's whereabouts from Hagrid by chance.
The sudden holiday had made them very worried about Chu Yang, so they wanted to take advantage of the Christmas break to visit him.
Normally, Chu Yang would definitely be very happy that they came to see him...
But this critical juncture is really a headache.
Seeing the trio standing in front of him, Chu Yang couldn't feel happy at all.
Chu Yang was pushed out of the wand shop by Mr. Ollivander, who chuckled and told him to go celebrate the holiday with his friends, completely unaware of Chu Yang's somewhat helpless smile.
The trio left their luggage at the Leaky Cauldron and excitedly wandered around Diagon Alley, overwhelmed by the dazzling array of Christmas merchandise.
"Ron, aren't you going home for Christmas?"
“I wanted to too, but my parents went to Romania to visit my brother Charlie, who is studying dragons there.”
"Oh, that's wonderful. I hope they have a perfect Christmas."
"Thank you, Chu Yang."
"Hermione? Shouldn't you be going back to celebrate the holidays with your parents?"
“I originally wanted to, but I changed my mind at the last minute. We’ve always spent Christmas together since we were little, and I wanted to do something different this year.”
Chu Yang took a deep breath, trying to maintain his smile, and then turned to look at Harry, who was scratching his head and chuckling at him.
Chu Yang silently turned around; if he looked any longer, he would have a heart attack.
The three of them acted like spoiled brats, playing with anything that looked fun and buying anything that looked delicious. The wealthy Harry led the way with Galleons, drawing envious glances from some wizarding families they passed.
"Tsk tsk tsk, luckily this is Diagon Alley. If it were next door, these three people would probably be robbed until they have nothing left, not even their underwear."
Chu Yang took the cotton candy Hermione handed him, eating it while complaining, but soon he felt malicious eyes looking them up and down from the crowd.
Chu Yang remained silent, quietly releasing his Observation Haki.
In the shadows around the street corner, Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had recently disappeared, stared with venomous eyes at the trio led by Harry.
Using his Observation Haki, Chu Yang sensed Quirrell and Voldemort's whispered conversation.
"It's all because you exposed yourself, which attracted Dumbledore's attention. He moved the Philosopher's Stone out of the Chamber of Secrets, and now there's no trace of it."
"Please calm down, my master. If I hadn't met that strange fellow in the Forbidden Forest, I would have been able to get the magic stone for you."
"Enough! Shut up! I don't want to think about that anymore. Right now, I only want you to do one thing: capture Harry Potter and use him to trade with Dumbledore for the Philosopher's Stone!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your wishes."
"idiot!"
With a curse from Voldemort, Quirrell awkwardly ended the conversation, and Chu Yang understood their purpose.
As more and more people gathered on the street, Quirrell gradually disappeared at the street corner. A moment later, his figure reappeared in the alleyway.
At this moment, the trio seemed to have tired of playing, so Chu Yang took them to a restaurant he frequented. After they were seated, he made an excuse to sneak out.
After much deliberation, Chu Yang decided to take advantage of Quirrell and Voldemort's weakened state to deal with them; otherwise, it might affect Hermione Ron, or even Mr. Ollivander.
After covering himself in a long black robe, Chu Yang followed the hidden path to the Overturned Alley.
The already gloomy Flip-Over Alley appeared even more eerie and bizarre under the festive atmosphere.
Strange figures of all shapes and sizes crouched in the narrow alleyway, emitting malicious laughter at Quirrell, who had just arrived.
But they clearly didn't know that Quirrell's humility only existed in front of Voldemort.
No one saw Quirrell's lips moving slightly.
A beam of magical light shot out from Quirrell's wide sleeves, striking the dark wizards who had challenged him with lightning speed.
The spell struck one of the unfortunate souls, then spread into a strange halo that sent the rest flying. Only then did some onlookers notice the wand beneath Quirrell's robes.
They immediately disappeared like startled birds at the edge of the alley.
In just one round, Quirrell showed these scheming fellows his prowess.
The deserted alleyway was eerily quiet.
Quirrell put away his wand, lowered his head, and continued walking forward.
But after walking a few steps, he suddenly saw a person standing at the end of the alley. The person was covered in a black robe, and Quirrell could not see the face clearly. The person was short and gave Quirrell a sense of familiarity.
"who are you?"
Quirrell frowned and questioned the other person in an almost stern tone, his hand once again reaching for the wand hidden inside his robe.
However, the other person reacted much faster than him. The moment Quirrell reacted, a magical light shone in the darkness.
The spell swept across the narrow alleyway, striking Quirrell's wand, which was hidden beneath his robes, and knocking it away.
“Excalibur…” Quirrell’s expression was grim. He had never seen such a swift and precise spellcasting, which could hit the wand hidden in his sleeve from such a distance.
Damn it, do you bring your own telescope when you cast a spell?