Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

After making the map, the next step is to make the monsters.

It doesn't matter if the monsters are too powerful or too weak. You have to assign them good positions.

There are also monster images and skills. One kind of monster, ten kinds of monsters can be said, but to design hundreds of monsters, Travis feels that his brain is really being squeezed dry.

Even though Travis still remembers many monsters from previous games and movies, the intensity still has to be adjusted repeatedly by himself.

Numerical values ​​are always the most difficult and demanding aspect of a game. As long as the numerical values ​​​​are designed exquisitely enough, even if other aspects are as bad as Ren Zhonghuang, it can still attract players.

On the contrary, if the numerical value is not good, other types of players except the scenery party will not be able to play for a long time.

It was difficult for Travis to design the values ​​by himself, so Travis directly spent money to establish a game company and hired people to help him design the values.

Since Travis himself is not yet a minor, the game company is currently under Bell's name, and he also founded a communications company.

"I understand game companies, but what does a communications company do?"

Bell put the document bag in front of Travis and turned around to pour the wine.

"I plan to open the Magic Network to the magical world...at least to people in Hogwarts. The Magic Network is built on the Magic Tower and cannot cover Hogwarts."

"Therefore, I need to build some signal towers to transmit the signal from the Magic Tower to Hogwarts, and then transmit the signal from Hogwarts back to the Magic Tower."

Travis explained as he took the document bag aside without any intention of reading it.

The document bag contained the contracts and official seals of the two companies. Travis completely trusted Uncle Bell and there was no need to check.

"I understand, it's just like a mobile phone signal, right?"

Bell said as he brought over two glasses of wine.

"It's almost the same, except that because of magic, satellites are not needed. Of course, it is better to have satellites," Travis said.

"I'm afraid I can't help you with this." Bell smiled slightly: "Let's talk about the requirements for the signal tower. I will recruit people tomorrow to start construction."

"There are no requirements. The signal tower is just a cover. You just need to build a tower and put the signal stone on it. The only requirement is to build one every twenty kilometers. This is the maximum effective transmission range of the signal stone." Terra Weiss said: "I will find a way to upgrade later, but I don't have a clue for now, so I can only make do with it in the short term."

Bell nodded, sat on the sofa, drank and thought.

"In this way, tomorrow I will recruit people, then go to the communication major of the university to acquire some patents or designs on new signal towers, and then build signal towers on the grounds of testing new signal towers," Bell said.

"You just have to make up your mind. The necessary funds will be obtained directly from the tea company."

"Ah."

In fact, Travis really wanted to persuade Uncle Bell to give up the military industry and focus on running communications and gaming companies. If these two industries are done together, he can make a lot of money in the future.

But then I thought about it, no matter which industry you start, you can actually make a lot of money.

What's more, if Magic Network is really promoted, the ordinary communications and gaming industries will be hit the hardest, and may even be eliminated.

Holographic games will be a dimensionality reduction blow to computer games.

Just as he was thinking about it, Travis suddenly had a look on his face.

"We have guests." Travis took a sip of wine and stood up.

"guest?"

"Well, guests from the magic world. Don't say anything about your ability to cast spells. If they ask about magic and you don't know the answer, I will take care of it." Travis explained.

Bell's face became solemn, he nodded seriously and drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

After explaining Uncle Bell, Travis went downstairs to prepare to welcome the guests from afar.

As soon as he came downstairs, he happened to meet the housekeeper who was about to open the door. Travis asked the housekeeper to open the door while he walked to the living room on the first floor.

After a while, the butler brought Dumbledore and Fudge to the living room.

"What a rare visitor, you two." Travis stood up and greeted with a smile: "What's the matter? Do you want to continue visiting the Muggle world? Principal Dumbledore."

"No." Dumbledore shook his head: "The Minister of Welfare told me that they detected frequent abnormalities near your home. Can you tell us what's going on, Travis."

Sure enough, it was because of this incident!

But I was able to delay it for a month. The money I spent before was really not in vain!

"It's a long story... Please sit down, would you like something to drink?"

"coffee."

"Tea."

"Bring me a cup of tea too."

Travis looked at the butler, who smiled and nodded: "I'll get ready."

Travis only spoke after the butler brought the drinks and left.

"You must have seen the magic tower, right? The abnormality is caused by the running magic tower." Travis took a sip of tea: "But there is no need to trouble you two to come here in person for this kind of thing, right? Especially Is it you, Principal Dumbledore...are you free after the holidays?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded: "After all, you are special."

“Everyone is special,” Travis said.

"We noticed the magic tower when we arrived. Can you tell us what's going on? Why does it keep releasing magic waves all the time?" Fudge asked straightforwardly.

One thing he didn't tell Dumbledore was that he suppressed the abnormality on Travis' side without taking it seriously from the moment he first detected it.Because the magic wave was very weak, Fudge only thought that Travis was exercising...but he didn't expect that the magic wave continued non-stop for more than a month.

There was really no way to pretend that he hadn't seen it, so Fudge called Dumbledore to find Travis together - finding a witness to pretend that he had just discovered the anomaly.

"Because the magic tower is continuing to operate~"

Travis said matter-of-factly.

"Do you understand the signal tower? You can understand it as the magic tower sending signals out all the time."

Dumbledore frowned: "Where to send the signal?"

"I can't explain it clearly. If I have to explain it...it's sending a signal to the world's consciousness."

"World consciousness?"

Dumbledore and Fudge looked at each other.

"Yes, world consciousness." Travis nodded: "I think the essence of magic is to communicate with the world in a specific way, to make demands of the world and pay the price. As long as the method is correct, the world will respond."

Dumbledore couldn't help but frown, and after a while he nodded.

"So, is there any result?" Dumbledore asked.

"Naturally there is."

Travis nodded, stretched out his hand and raised it slightly.

Dumbledore's tea and Fudge's coffee immediately floated out of the cups and condensed into two water balls in the air.

Dumbledore and Fudge were stunned at the same time.

They can also do this simple magic, and they can do it with ease.

But the key to the problem is that Travis did not emit any magic fluctuations when he cast this magic!

No, it’s not that there are no magic fluctuations!

Dumbledore suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall. Outside in that direction was the Magic Tower.

Magic fluctuations, on the magic tower in the distance!