A little badger from Hogwarts

Time flies and it’s almost Halloween in a blink of an eye.

Hart's work was not going well, and their own research was not going well. They wanted to find a breakthrough from the notes in the Room of Requirement. However, due to different eras, the basic magic theory was temporarily incompatible.

Although those older notes were sent, it was impossible to fully translate them within a few months.

"How about we go find the professors to solve this problem?"

The little badgers were devastated and had no choice but to say this.

"If everyone persists for a while, maybe we will have a breakthrough!" Hart continued to encourage everyone.

He doesn't necessarily have to achieve anything, but he wants to take this opportunity to cultivate everyone's collective sense of honor and further unite the entire group.

As a result, they were blocked for more than a month without wanting to reach the first threshold.

How to engrave magic or magic words on fixed objects is not a problem. The difficulty is how to trigger these magic words regularly so that they can be triggered or turned off at any time according to the user's wishes.

Cedric forcibly cheered up and concluded: "During this period, we have tried all the triggering methods we can think of, but once the magic or magic text is formed, it will be released immediately and it is impossible to control it."

"According to what is recorded in those notes, those alchemist masters have special magic that can control these magic words, but this is a secret that is not passed down by others, and we cannot know it."

"Magic, magic text..."

Hart touched his chin and paced back and forth. He worked with everyone and he knew all the problems.

The problem lies here. If you want to make usable magic props and sell them in a store, you must control the power of the magic words, and you cannot let them be engraved on them and then explode directly.

While pacing back and forth, Hart suddenly kicked the scraps that had been thrown aside because he failed to draw the magic text. When he was cleaning them up, he looked at the broken lines and suddenly got inspiration.

"Since we can't work on magic itself, let's find another way."

Everyone looked at Hart, who suddenly became excited, and straightened up, listening carefully.

"Since we can't control the explosion of power after the magic text is formed, we can instead control the formation process of the magic text itself."

Everyone didn't react at first, but after seeing Hart placing the scraps on the table, they suddenly reacted.

"You mean, we divide the lines of the magic text into several different parts, separate them when not in use, and put them back together when they are activated?"

These people were all smart people, and they understood what Hart meant instantly.

"Yes!" Hart nodded affirmatively.

"Even if this direction is correct, how can we ensure that the scattered magic text can be triggered in time?"

"Don't worry, this is a small matter." Hart said with an unstoppable smile on his face, "We can go to ordinary people's factories to customize this design. For them, this simple mechanical combination is not We don’t have to spend much money on any difficult technical problems.”

"In contrast, let's make sure first, is our thinking correct?"

Hearing that Hart was going to borrow Muggle technology openly again, everyone felt uncomfortable again, so after hearing the second sentence, they worked non-stop and avoided the topic.

In this way, everyone carved a simple magic text on a separate round wooden board according to the strokes.

Hart duly served as the tester. He waved his wand, cast an armor spell on himself, and then carefully put the three separated boards back together again.

"Stab!"

The magic text representing the flame was placed in one place, spitting out a pitifully thin flame, but before everyone could start to smile excitedly, the flame suddenly disappeared.

"What's going on?" Everyone looked at the charred wood block in Hart's hand, puzzled.

"It may be a problem of poor contact. This time we will draw the strokes of the magic text more finely."

Hart once again took the lead in getting excited, and since they almost succeeded just now, everyone mustered up their energy and started trying other methods.

After trying a total of ten times, Hart and the others finally succeeded for the first time and watched the flames shoot out.

Although the carrier carrying the magic text was directly turned into coke due to the magic power, it could not be used again.

But Hart completely ignored this success and asked everyone to continue trying other different combinations.

"is this necessary?"

"Of course, we have to find the optimal combination and what materials are most suitable for carrying the magic text, as well as being economical and cheap."

If Hart only uses it for himself, of course he can stop here, but if he wants to commercialize this result, it's still early!

Just do it, the eleven of them started the physical work of writing, drawing and drawing magic texts again, each with a workbench, trying various combinations.

This work lasted until night. If it weren't for the alarm clocks that were set in advance, they would still be working!

"Oh, it's already night!" Hart looked at his watch and interrupted everyone's work, "Okay, it's time to go to eat. Stop working. If someone sees this, you are still here without eating. When it comes to work, you have to say that I am a bad guy."

"What skinning?"

None of the little badgers understood the meaning of this word.

Hart did not explain, only urged everyone: "Put down what you are holding, let's go eat."

"Ced, take the lead for everyone."

After being named by Hart, Cedric could only put down his tools and persuade others to go eat.

"Oh, you are the one who makes us work. We are so enthusiastic, but you are the one who interrupts us." The little badgers complained and got up.

"If you don't know how to rest, you don't know how to work." Hart educated them and said, "If you stay up like this and have some physical problems, how can you still work in the future?"

"Okay, Hart. After all, you still want us to do more work for you!"

"What's yours and mine, these are shared by everyone." Hart smiled and left the Room of Requirement with everyone.

Before going out, everyone used the cleansing spell to clean themselves of sawdust and other things.

They have been busy for more than a month. In addition to the magic words, the biggest gain is that they have become more and more familiar with the spells they have cleaned up, and now they no longer need to take a shower.

As he walked downstairs, Hart saw many strange lanterns in the corridor and asked doubtfully: "Did I forget something important?"

"I do not know!"

Everyone shook their heads. They had been with Hart these days. They were busy during the day and at night. They really got up earlier than a chicken and went to bed later than a dog. They didn't pay attention to what happened in the school at all.

With such doubts, a group of people went down to the auditorium on the first floor and saw the jack-o'-lanterns all over the wall and the extremely active ghosts, and then they came to their senses.

"So today is Halloween!"