Wizards of Hogwarts

In the blink of an eye, two more days passed.

Two days ago, Elrohir retrieved the silver basswood wand from Wolfe's wand shop and returned to Goldstein's apartment with Ms. Wolfe's comments.

Elrohir was not knocked down by the successive failures of the "softening spells". He dove into Newt's magical animal suitcase and tried to practice more magic spells recorded in the Basic Spells.

But without exception, all of them failed.

Even though Elrohir's spell-casting movements and spell pronunciation have reached the perfect requirements of the system, he still has not successfully cast any magic spell recorded in the basic spells, not even one.

After testing, it was found that there was no problem with the silver basswood wand, and the elf hair did not block spellcasting.

At Elrohir's request, Newt, Tina, and Queenie all used silver basswood wands to cast magic, all with success.

Especially Queenie, if it weren't for being too shy, she would even want to buy the silver basswood wand directly from Elrohir. As a Legilimency, Queenie is the best choice for the silver basswood wand. Best user.

If there is no problem with the wand, then the party with the problem is Elrohir himself.

The concept of squibs began to swirl in his mind.

According to Ms. Wolfe, a squib refers to a person who is born into a wizarding family but cannot use magic. In essence, a squib is a "No-Maj born from a wizard."

Judging from the current situation, Elrohir does fit the description of a "squib".

Squibs and No-Majs are still different. Due to their magical powers, Squibs can see magical things that Muggles cannot see, and can also use certain magical items and magical animals that can help them.

Elrohir can sign a contract with the Fairy Feather Sword, can see the existence of Obscurus, and can also see many magical things that Jacob cannot see at all.

However, Elrohir cannot release any magic.

Perhaps from a wizard's perspective, Elrohir is indeed a "squib."

However, Elrohir is not really a Squib.

It cannot be denied that as an elf, Elrohir can still rely on her own talents to do many things that even wizards cannot do, such as communicating with minds.In the eyes of No-Majs, this ability is also a type of magic.

In Elrohir's own words, in the new world, he failed to live as a "mage", but instead lived as a "magic swordsman".

In any case, Elrohir confirmed one thing, that is, the system's statement is still correct, at least in terms of all the situations encountered so far, it has never been wrong.

The host is not a wizard, and there is no "magic" in the body in the usual sense of the new world, so magic cannot be used.This is the information clearly recorded on the system panel.

In the final analysis, Elrohir is not from this world. He is a "stowaway" and it is natural that he cannot use the supernatural power system of the new world.

magic

unless

Elrohir thought of two ways.

at dusk.

Exhausted, Jacob finished a hard day's work and left the factory gate with a group of assembly line workers also wearing cannery uniforms around him.Every worker's face was lifeless, without any smile.

Jacob, who looked tired, was carrying a worn-out suitcase in his hand, which contained all the tools he needed to eat in the cannery. It was not heavy, but it made him breathless.

Suddenly, a man wearing an old blue button-down coat walked toward Jacob. The two collided, and Jacob's box was knocked to the ground, as if the incident dozens of days ago was repeated.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Newt left the factory gate without looking back, far away from where Jacob stood, acting quickly and decisively.

Newt understands the laws in the American wizarding world. In fact, his actions this time can be considered a crazy exploration on the edge of the law.

"Hey" looking at that inexplicably familiar back, Jacob couldn't help but yell.

He bent down to pick up the suitcase, but the old suitcase suddenly became very heavy, as if someone had dropped it.

Jacob looked down in confusion. No one was touching him, but the lock of the suitcase popped open automatically.

A smile appeared on Jacob's face and he opened the suitcase.

The box was filled with bits and pieces of sterling silver birdhouse eggshells and came with a note that read: Dear Mr. Kowalski, you are wasting your talent in the cannery, please use these birdhouse eggs. Use the shell as collateral and get a loan to open a bakery.Regards from a good Samaritan.

The name "Newt" suddenly appeared in Jacob's mind.

The next day, New York Harbor.

Elrohir and Newt walked through the crowd, preparing to take the ferry to leave New York.

Elrohir originally did not have an official identity certificate from the United States, but after the goblin trial, the Aurors from the Magic Congress sent a magical identity certificate and even a passport that was enough to be fake.

Therefore, Elrohir does not have to hide in Newt's suitcase to return to London.

Of course, in order to avoid being recognized, Elrohir also specially purchased a camouflage magic ointment. After wiping it, it could cover his pointed ears from being seen.

As they got closer to the boarding port, Newt stopped, while Elrohir kept walking forward. He didn't want to be a light bulb.

Watching Elrohir's retreating figure, Newt smiled, then looked at the female Auror behind him: "During this period."

"Isn't it?" Tina's expression was full of expectation.

As if feeling a little shy, Tina suppressed the smile on her face: "Well, listen to me, Newt, I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have returned to the investigation team so quickly. "

"How should I put it?" Newt looked away from Tina, "I really can't think of anyone else I would like to let investigate me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Newt felt something was wrong. This was not what he should have said, he just thought about it.

Tina was also a little shy: "I say, it's better not to be investigated."

"I will," Newt said. "When I return to England, my life will be very peaceful. I will return to the Ministry of Magic and submit the completed manuscript in the following days."

"I'm looking forward to your book," Tina said, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"I'll send you a copy then," Newt said, "if you want."

"I am willing to."

Newt stared at Tina, his clumsiness contained tenderness. He gently reached out his hand and touched the hair beside her ear.

The two of them looked at each other affectionately.

"I'm so sorry," Newt mustered up his courage. "Do you think I can give you the book in person by then?"

"I'm very willing," Tina said with a bright smile on her face, "very willing"