Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

"I will never trust you again, Travis, you are such a bad guy!"

"Don't say that. We are about to succeed, but we can't fall short - if we fall short, all the injuries you suffered will be in vain."

Harry glared hard at Travis, who was smiling playfully, and walked sullenly to the side to receive treatment from Nico Flamel.

Nico Flamel's level of medical magic is quite good. After more than 600 years, it is really hard to imagine what he can't do.

Even if he said he would have a baby, Travis would dare to believe it!

After the treatment, Harry went to rest, and Travis and Nico Flamel went to the lounge to make temporary adjustments to the broomstick again.

I have to say that Harry is indeed a son of the plane, and his ability to withstand beatings is dozens of blocks ahead of other players!

So he fell dozens of times~

"It should be okay this time, right?" Travis asked.

"Probably, the fastest speed now is 120% of the speed that Harry can control. It can be used normally or at critical moments." Nico Flamel said.

"Well, if the test passes later, we will use this speed as the baseline speed to modify several other flying broomsticks, which can reduce the number of re-tests." Travis said.

Nico Flamel nodded in agreement. Every broomstick is customized, and the modification of each broomstick must also be customized - customized according to the upper limit of each person's ability.

The current one was originally customized for Wood, but the guy was a bit inexperienced, so Harry had to work hard to complete some experiments for Wood.

Returning to the court again, he called the frowning Harry over to continue the experiment.

This time, the experiment went very smoothly. Harry even kissed the broomstick excitedly when he landed - he fell in love with it.

"Stop kissing. This is Wood's girlfriend. Your girlfriend will send it to you later." Travis rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Forehead……"

Harry nodded awkwardly, not daring to look back at Wood in the distance, as if he had a guilty conscience.

Returning to the castle with Wood's girlfriend, who had been trained by Harry, Travis and Nico Flamel began to modify other broomsticks.

Harry's was the first to finish, and there was no need to adjust it again.

Others needed further training. This process took Travis an extra three days, and all the players took turns going to the hospital several times.

But everything was worth it. Looking at the players on the court who were like meteors flying across the field, even Travis, who didn't know much about Quidditch and wasn't very interested, felt that he had a chance to win.

"Awesome! Travis, thank you so much!"

Wood braked suddenly, jumped down next to Travis, and gave Travis a big hug.

"You're welcome, don't forget what you promised me, you should put the Poké Ball on your shirts to advertise for me, and it should be in a conspicuous position!"

"And after I win, I have to mention my Poké Ball in my acceptance speech!"

Travis smiled slightly, like a shrewd fox.

This is the condition Travis previously proposed in exchange for sponsorship—advertisement!

"Don't worry, I've already ordered the shirt and it will be sent over in two days. The pattern of the elf ball is printed on the chest. It will definitely be conspicuous!"

Wood gestured with his hand on his chest, covering the entire chest!

"That's good. I wish you can win the championship. Happy cooperation~"

"Happy cooperation!"

After leaving the court, Travis went straight back to his alchemy room.

The promotion of Poke Balls can only play a supporting role. The big ones are still special rats in the breeding farms. Only when their numbers increase can the promotion of Poke Balls have the greatest effect.

Fame is a good thing, it can help Travis do something better, and it can also help Travis accomplish something that he couldn't accomplish when he was unknown.

The worst thing is...who wouldn't like the glory of being able to respond to a hundred responses?

"With enough fame, it should be much smoother to promote it after we figure out a way for ordinary people to use magic...right?"

Travis was also a little unsure about this. Allowing ordinary people to use magic would undoubtedly disturb the foundation of traditional wizards, and it would not be easy to pass.

But even if it is not promoted, as long as Uncle Bell can use it openly, that will be enough.

It doesn’t take much for Travis to promote himself anyway.

Taking a deep breath, Travis adjusted his condition and then began to perform the magical transformation of an ordinary white mouse.

This time, Travis is preparing to undergo a fire evolution that he is not familiar with, evolving an ordinary white mouse into a fire ball mouse.

To this end, Travis specially bought the dragon nerves and blood of the Eastern Fireball Dragon.

"Should I take the time to go back to the flower grower's house?" Travis was a little confused.

Life was not easy for flower growers in the 90s.As someone who comes from a flower gardening family, it’s great to be able to help.

It’s just that Travis hasn’t figured out what he can do to help, let alone how to help.

"Forget it, take care of the present first, and go back when the time is right."

Shaking his head to clear away distracting thoughts, Travis concentrated on transforming the guinea pig.

There is only one Thunder Rat left in the special breeding area, the others were killed by Travis, and they were eliminated.

The remaining one will be used as a template for future mass production.

The magical ability of the Thunder Rat was forcibly increased by Travis using alchemy, and it cannot be inherited through blood. This is somewhat of a fly in the ointment.

There are pros and cons, but the pros outweigh the cons.

The disadvantage is sometimes an advantage. Just because they cannot breed new lightning rats, there is no need to worry about the lightning rats flooding the magic world after being released.

The same goes for the Fireball Rat that is about to be transformed. Once it is successful, we can boldly mass-produce it without worrying about other problems.

With the previous experience in transforming the Lightning Rat, the transformation of the Fireball Rat went smoothly and failed smoothly.

Travis cleaned up the residue without changing his expression, took out a female rat from Room [-] and continued the transformation.

This time, it was a success.

"It seems that magic affinity really exists."

Travis sighed.

This news can be said to be neither good nor bad, or both good and bad.

After confirming the existence of magic affinity, the future success rate can definitely be greatly increased, but its existence also means that Travis cannot process it after purchasing it from the Muggle industry, which will increase the production time of the finished product.

Now there is another problem: Travis doesn't know whether the increase in magic affinity is automatically increased because of living in the magic world, or whether it is affected because someone casts a spell nearby.

In order to study this, Travis decided to divide the same batch of mice that arrived at Hogwarts into two batches, and raise one batch elsewhere.

"By the way... take a look at how Banban's little life is going... it must be very nourishing, right?"

When he thought of Banban, the corners of Travis' lips raised uncontrollably.

The medicine last time must have worked, right?