Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 61: Showing Off a Little Skill

"Hello, my name is Fleur Delacour, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Owen."

Looking at the witch with Veela blood before him, Owen asked curiously, "Hello, Miss Delacour, do you know me?"

"Just call me Hibiscus, that's what my friends call me. Also, I don't know you personally, but I've heard of you. Master Nico told the headmaster that you were his most prized student, and also his last."

Master Nico?

That old man, who had already lived long enough and was preparing to face death, had increased the speed of his alchemical wheelchair from 30 kilometers per hour to 170 kilometers per hour. Although I didn't meet him during the last holiday, I heard that he and his wife went on a trip and even watched a race car. After that, he no longer wanted to die. After school started, he even wrote to me saying that he wanted to increase the speed of his wheelchair to 400 kilometers per hour and then go to the racetrack to run a few laps...

When Irving saw the letter, he knew what kind of racing competition the man was watching; only Formula 1 could match that speed.

Such a thing would be impossible without the aid of magic. Upon seeing the letter, Owen immediately realized how abstract magic could be: a man over six hundred years old, sitting in a wheelchair traveling at 400 km/h on the F1 track, showcasing his life of speed.

No, I can't think about it anymore. The imagery is too abstract and it's making my head spin. The more I think about it, the more I want to try it out!

Bringing himself back to reality, Owen looked at the beautiful witch whose eyes were sparkling and smiled, "So?"

"Our school also has an alchemy workshop. Could you perhaps demonstrate it for us?"

Owen laughed. The other person didn't hide the provocation in her eyes, and upon closer reflection, he understood why she was acting this way.

When Hogwarts is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind for everyone is Dumbledore;

When Beauxbatons is mentioned, the first person that comes to mind for everyone is Nicolas Flamel;

Both of them are iconic figures in the wizarding world and leading figures in their respective magic schools. However, the students of Beauxbatons are dissatisfied because they feel that the current wizarding world only mentions Dumbledore and forgets Nicolas Flamel, the greater wizard.

What a coincidence!

A young wizard from Hogwarts, whom Master Nico called a student, appeared before them so bright and beautiful. Shouldn't they try to get back at him?

Putting everything else aside, let's just compare alchemy!

Master Nico is Beauxbatons' professor, specializing in alchemy, and Beauxbatons is proud of his alchemy skills. Fleur doesn't believe that a young wizard like Owen can compare to his classmates who specialize in alchemy at school.

"Many elderly people have told me that life is a continuous learning process, and I'm really looking forward to it. Shall we go now?"

"Yes, this way please!"

Owen was indeed interested. Hogwarts didn't emphasize alchemy classes, and there wasn't a dedicated alchemy workshop in the school. Whether one could learn alchemy well depended entirely on individual talent...

So sometimes, when Irving just wanted to get his hands dirty and do something, he had nowhere to go but to write down his ideas and then borrow Master Nico's alchemy equipment when he went to visit relatives during his holidays.

Now that we're here, we should naturally take a tour, record the facilities, and then try to replicate an alchemy workshop at Hogwarts.

The location is readily available, and the escape room is quite nice!

A proper alchemy workshop must have a material purification device, and Beauxbatons' purification device was so impressive that Owen almost had wicked thoughts when he saw it!

If you stuff it in your pocket and then use a teleportation charm to run away...

Okay, that won't work, because there are also anti-spells here, so the teleportation spell can't be used. Even if he flies, he can't fly as fast as a flying broom. If he gets caught, he might not be able to keep the things in his pocket. Some things can't be exposed.

"Mr. Irving, why don't you give it a try?"

Seeing the other person's stunned expression, Furong was extremely satisfied. She then prepared to be polite and wait for Owen to refuse so she could take him out.

To her surprise, Owen actually nodded: "That's wonderful, Miss Hibiscus. You have no idea how tempting these exquisite devices are to an alchemist."

As soon as he finished speaking, Owen rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He put the gold and silver ingots into the purifier, and in the blink of an eye, gold essence and mithril fell out. Then Owen picked up the two materials and went to the blast furnace. But looking at the temperature, he was not quite satisfied, so... the Fiery Blaze was activated!

A blue flame the size of a fingertip instantly softened the material, then set it. Soon, two rings, one gold and one silver, were made. Grabbing a carving knife from the side, Owen's attention was instantly focused, and he began to carve runes onto the rings little by little.

He moved too fast. By the time Hibiscus tried to stop him, Owen was already inscribing runes. There was no way to stop him now. He couldn't be disturbed at this point. If he made even the slightest mistake, losing the materials would be one thing, but if he blew up the workshop, the consequences would be much worse.

This workshop is the lifeblood of the school!

Furong was both angry and helpless: Doesn't Hogwarts teach its students what politeness is?

Irving acted quickly because he had a plan in place, and he had already memorized the script, so he didn't need to familiarize himself with or look it up beforehand like others.

An hour later, the runes were all drawn, and then came the final step: infusing the magic!

In other words, you use magic to activate the runes on an item. This step isn't too difficult, but the success rate is extremely low. If the amount of magic injected is too much or too little, it will definitely fail, and all the previous work will be wasted. The material will turn into a ball of fire and disappear without a trace.

To Hibiscus's surprise, Owen wanted to enchant both rings at once, instead of one at a time.

"Stop, this..."

It was too late; Owen had already begun. Both rings simultaneously lit up with a pale blue light, and magic began to flow in, as the activation of the rings began.

A pale blue light also shone from Owen's body, but this light was unstable and flickered. This was not because Owen could not control his magic, but because he was using this method to test the maximum strength that the two rings could withstand, since gold and mithril had different strengths.

The magical light lasted for two hours. When it finally disappeared, Fleur breathed a sigh of relief, and Owen also breathed a sigh of relief. Then he put the two rings together, twisted them, and they became a ring with gold and silver intertwined.

After putting it on the middle finger of his left hand, Owen revealed a satisfied smile: with the help of this ring, his armor spell had finally broken through to the fourteenth level, an increase of five levels, and once his control over it improved, the number of levels could increase even further.

The purpose of this ring is to enhance one's protective armor spells...

Mr. Grindelwald taught me that even the most talented wizard is useless if he cannot survive. Therefore, Owen has always been serious and meticulous about self-protection.

Don't underestimate the Armor Charm. Apart from the Unforgivable Charm, no other magic can penetrate it. Even the incredibly sharp Divine Sharpness can only shatter four layers of the Armor Charm.

Hours of intense concentration were taking their toll, even for Owen. He turned to ask where he could rest, but was startled to find Hibiscus's face almost touching his, her eyes gleaming: "How did you do that?"

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