This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"What a miracle..."

Mr. Weasley said with a bit of nostalgia, "Even if I had to do it over again, I wouldn't be able to do it."

There is no falsehood in this statement.

Alchemy machine and alchemy life are two completely different concepts - there is no doubt that that car is alive.

A living thing that doesn't need alchemical oil or gasoline. It has its own emotions, can move on its own, and occasionally appears in the Forbidden Forest. Judging from the number of times Hagrid told it, if it hadn't been alive, it would have lost energy. The exhaustion stopped there.

If Mr. Weasley could reproduce it, the wizarding world's automobile assembly line would have been built long ago, and the purebloods would madly push for legislation to approve such modifications - just like Sirius' motorcycle.

"What a shame..."

"Yeah, that's a shame."

Mr. Weasley, who was middle-aged and not obsessed with fishing or charger sockets, sighed, "Anyway, it's enough that I can continue to disassemble and modify it - do you have any electrical appliances that you recommend?"

"A typewriter, Mr. Weasley - it's best to have an automatic typing function, something that doesn't require electricity. It's a delicate machine. Even if it's difficult, a printer is a good choice..."

"There is no doubt that you are a pragmatist."

Mr. Weasley shook his head, "Okay, a typewriter is also a good choice - at least you can put it on the table openly and fool Molly."

'It's best to promote it. When the market comes out, I will propose school procurement... It can improve a lot of efficiency...'

The efficiency of the shorthand quill is really limited. A typewriter is much better. Even the original one is easy to use. Why use the original version if it can be magically modified?

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After admiring the workshop of a partial alchemy master, Andrew prepared to return to school the next day - due to the laying of the floo network, he only needed to go to Hogsmeade from the Weasley house.

During non-student holidays, it is open to the outside world.

After using it many times, he quickly ignored the dizziness after using it, calmly poked his head out of the public fireplace, and then blended into the group of wizards.

After purchasing a bunch of snacks, he happily walked towards the school - he hadn't used magic for a week, and he was eager to do something with his wand.

‘Occasional rest seems to be a little beneficial to spellcasting, but the effect is limited. ’

He occasionally stroked the wand, feeling the magic power and the slight heat resonating with the wand, and even felt that he could turn any object into a living thing at will.

However, both his solid knowledge of transformation and spell casting experience told him that it was just an illusion caused by not casting spells for many days.

‘Go around here, and then you can enter directly from the main entrance. Hagrid should be there...otherwise I have to intercept the owl and wait for someone to open the door - the protection system is too strict, which is also a problem...huh? ’

He frowned.

He dodged to the side, and a rope slipped past his pocket, but then turned strangely in mid-air, twisting towards its original target.

At the other end of the rope was a short, fat man with an unshaven beard. He walked towards the other side of the road as if he didn't know anything, but he kept staring at Andrew from the corner of his eye.

"ah?"

When he realized that the rope had been lost, he opened his mouth wide, then froze for a moment, and reached directly to the other end of the pocket.

‘Wand! ’

This word immediately came to Andrew's mind - Damn it, are thieves in the magical world so hard-core? If you can't steal, you will be directly cursed?

With almost no hesitation, he reached for the wand, but was slightly blocked by the rope and slowed down. He could only give up the attack and hastily used an iron armor spell.

The red light flashed, but was deflected to the side by the Iron Armor Curse that lit up in time, and at the same time, a loud noise sounded in Andrew's ears.

'What the hell...'

He ducked and waved his wand, "Expelliarmus!"

But it had no effect - although the opponent did not use the Iron Armor Curse, his body was as agile as a monkey.

And, ‘Can it knock you out if you hit it? ’

He was deeply suspicious. He waved his wand and began to communicate with the land - sand emerged and began to wrap around the target's bandy legs.

"Bang!"

The Iron Armor Curse and the Stunning Curse collided together, and Andrew felt his ears ringing - hell, who's thief's spell can match that of an elite graduate?

But... caught...

There was no doubt about it - the sand had already covered half of it, reaching up to the calf.

Andrew even saw panic emerge on the other person's face - but it was no use.

He began to work hard to control the sand to lock the opponent. Currently, his magic power was incomparable to that of an adult wizard, but with the blessing of transformation, the opponent's resistance...

One curse, two curses...

It was useless, the light flickered, but the sand was too stubborn to be affected—it was up to the knees.

Andrew even had time to re-strengthen the somewhat weak Iron Armor Charm and once again give the Transfiguration more power.

The opponent has completely given up attacking.

He began to use various methods against the sand without giving up.

‘What the hell! ’

Andrew was stunned for a moment - the vitality of the sand was blocked!

And just before he modified the communication method to make the magic effective again, the other party had already stepped aside and started to cast spells with all his strength.

Spell Suppression - The iron armor spell composed of transfiguration could not last long with Andrew's multitasking, so he had to concentrate on protection.

‘Really… I am suppressed by insufficient magic power… If I were a fourth-year student this year, I could kill him with the impact of the spell…’

He strengthened his Transfiguration and stared at the guy opposite.

‘You didn’t run away, but wanted to knock me out…’

‘Okay…’

He began to move his left hand.

He started to decipher the code before the holiday, so it can be used, but…

It can only be used for sneak attacks, and it is too weak compared to the orthodox Transfiguration, and…

It is too dangerous.

Not for him—but for others.

Vagadu’s spell, because there is no wand to moderate it, and it is cast by the wizard himself, the effect can even be called cruel…

‘Can’t kill…the target, the hair…’

He raised his left hand suddenly, aimed at the opponent while maintaining his own armor spell, and made an awkward gesture.

It was just a flash.

No spell flew out—or the spell was extremely dim.

‘Without the Armor Spell…it’s unstoppable…’

The opponent was still suppressing him arrogantly, but his hair began to twist strangely, increasing, deforming, and wrapping around his neck like a venomous snake, deadly and without leaving any trace.

Then, the hair on both sides gathered at the neck, thickened, and strangled fiercely.

The rapid magic attack stopped almost immediately.

The opponent’s left hand began to pull the hair on his neck, and his right hand tried to cast a spell, but suffocation was faster than magic.

“Bang!”

But this time it was the sound of a person falling to the ground.