ALL NOVEL Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts
Chapter 10 The Word of Runes
Chapter 10 The Word of Runes
"Well, if you insist."
Professor McGonagall did not insist on letting William live in the castle.
After advising William not to use magic outside of school, and suggesting that he read textbooks in advance, so as not to be unable to keep up with the progress of school, she simply apparated and left with the little guy.
As for William, living in Diagon Alley may have been the most comfortable summer vacation since he came to this world.
Unfortunately, today is the last day.
The luggage had already been packed last night, and it was thrown into the shoulder bag that didn't look big, but actually had a huge space of 5*5*3.
In order to prevent it from accidents, William entrusted Madam Malkin to sew a thin layer of Welsh green dragon scales into the bottom of the bag, and cast a strengthening spell.
"Mr. Florin, please give me a sea salt pistachio ice cream and a peach sparkling lemonade with ice."
In the afternoon, as usual, William came to Florin's cold drink shop and took the best seat here before speaking to Mr. Florin who was waiting for his order with a smile.
It's almost autumn.
The afternoon sun was not too harsh, but it was still warm.William sat on the back of the bench, feeling his bones were crisp, and stretched his waist.
This cold drink shop located in the middle of Diagon Alley is simply a treasure-the ice cream and drinks not only have a wide variety, but also the owner's own secret recipe.
William can give his highest praise for dessert:
"This is not sweet."
Superficially scooped up a scoop of ice cream and put it in his mouth, William shivered, and then felt the coolness flowing down his mouth.
After the sour taste at the initial entrance, there is a full aftertaste, finely ground sea salt powder, and pistachio nuts greatly enrich the taste level.
"I really don't know how I would survive without your ice cream at the beginning of school." He was not stingy with his praise.
"I dare say, when you start school, you will become a Hufflepuff like me. How about I make an exception and tell you a little secret of Hogwarts?"
Mr. Florin smiled and waved.
"Let me guess"
William pretended to think hard.
"For Merlin's sake, you don't mean to say that the kitchens of Hogwarts Castle are actually hidden behind a painting of a silver bowl full of fruit?"
Watching Mr. Florin curl his lips, William knew he had guessed the right answer.
"Tom has already told me about this, and he also said that you say that to every little wizard who comes here frequently, which annoys Professor Sprout."
With that said, William took another swig of lemonade before taking out a notebook and a pen from his shoulder bag—he bought a lot of these gadgets when he was wandering around London.
These days, apart from William who wants the length of water when doing homework, there are also foolish wizards. Who else uses parchment paper and quill pens?
"Tsk, you cunning little devil, and that old Tom. If you ask me, William is the least wizard-like little wizard I've ever seen."
Mr. Florin, who had guessed the secret, shook his head, snapped his fingers lightly, closed the open shop door, walked to William's side and said:
"Tell me, what's the problem today."
"You are my good Samaritan."
William unfolded his notebook, pointed out what he hadn't researched last night, and asked Mr. Florin.
After staying in Diagon Alley for a month, he found that almost all the bosses here are talented and nice to speak—God knows that they have six NEWTs certificates including Potions, Herbalism, Charms, and Transfiguration. Mr. Florin, how did you become the owner of a cold drink shop!
Although he was on vacation, William was not idle.
He carefully read the Hogwarts textbook from the beginning, and through his outstanding performance, he successfully won the favor of Mr. Ollivander.
"My dear Mr. Buffalo, if I would like to teach you some knowledge about runes, would you please stop pretending to pass by my shop frequently?"
When the wandmaker said this, tears almost filled his eyes, and his tone was solemn and earnest.
Because William has not systematically studied ancient runes, Ollivander only taught him a few simple methods of depicting runes, and instructed him how to use magical materials to simply activate these runes magic.
"You know, these runes have their most superficial and direct meaning."
Ollivander used his wand to draw runes in the air—" , for rain or snow; , for ice; and ,, for sun, water, and time."
He carefully explained the appearance of each rune.
"Materials of different nature, using magic power to engrave the same rune, will show completely different effects-use a small amount of salamander blood, carve a rune representing 'sun' on pine wood, and you will get a round artificial flames.
It burns all night without burning anyone. "
"But how to distinguish the meaning of each rune?"
William asked, he simply read the ancient rune textbooks - it recorded the various levels of meaning that each rune represented, as complicated as a nesting doll.
"One method, like our most common method now, is to use magical materials, such as the blood of magical creatures, to combine with runes. Magical creatures are born with wonderful powers, and this power is also preserved In their blood, combined with runes, they can activate their corresponding effects."
Mr. Ollivander pointed to the wand on the shelf.
"What about the other?"
William nodded, indicating that he understood.
He also didn't expect Mr. Ollivander to tell him more detailed secrets—that was no longer "paid content", but "restricted content".
"The other is to use the constraints between runes."
Mr. Ollivander wrote ",," respectively in the air, and with a wave of his wand, a silver chain bound the three runes tightly, forming a triangular structure.
"Rain or snow, water, ice."
William remembered the explanation just now.
"Each rune has its own independent meaning, but when they are combined, they form constraints on each other—just like this."
Mr. Ollivander tapped the rune in the air with his wand, and a gushing spring came out of his wand, but it cooled down rapidly and turned into ice as soon as it reached the air!
"This art used to be called the 'rune language.'"
The language of runes.
It was the first time William had heard of it.
Exhaustive method can be used!
This method of ramming miracles instantly appeared in William's mind.But before he felt excited, Ollivander poured another basin of cold water on his head.
"But William, you have to promise me that before you master the translation of runes proficiently, don't try to combine them lightly-the ancient rune wizards would believe that they have the protection of the gods, and recklessly interpret the runes. to combine.
The vast majority of them died from the frenzied magic. "
"I never want you to be one of them."
It's finally time for the start of school.
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Sprinkle flowers.
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(End of this chapter)
"Well, if you insist."
Professor McGonagall did not insist on letting William live in the castle.
After advising William not to use magic outside of school, and suggesting that he read textbooks in advance, so as not to be unable to keep up with the progress of school, she simply apparated and left with the little guy.
As for William, living in Diagon Alley may have been the most comfortable summer vacation since he came to this world.
Unfortunately, today is the last day.
The luggage had already been packed last night, and it was thrown into the shoulder bag that didn't look big, but actually had a huge space of 5*5*3.
In order to prevent it from accidents, William entrusted Madam Malkin to sew a thin layer of Welsh green dragon scales into the bottom of the bag, and cast a strengthening spell.
"Mr. Florin, please give me a sea salt pistachio ice cream and a peach sparkling lemonade with ice."
In the afternoon, as usual, William came to Florin's cold drink shop and took the best seat here before speaking to Mr. Florin who was waiting for his order with a smile.
It's almost autumn.
The afternoon sun was not too harsh, but it was still warm.William sat on the back of the bench, feeling his bones were crisp, and stretched his waist.
This cold drink shop located in the middle of Diagon Alley is simply a treasure-the ice cream and drinks not only have a wide variety, but also the owner's own secret recipe.
William can give his highest praise for dessert:
"This is not sweet."
Superficially scooped up a scoop of ice cream and put it in his mouth, William shivered, and then felt the coolness flowing down his mouth.
After the sour taste at the initial entrance, there is a full aftertaste, finely ground sea salt powder, and pistachio nuts greatly enrich the taste level.
"I really don't know how I would survive without your ice cream at the beginning of school." He was not stingy with his praise.
"I dare say, when you start school, you will become a Hufflepuff like me. How about I make an exception and tell you a little secret of Hogwarts?"
Mr. Florin smiled and waved.
"Let me guess"
William pretended to think hard.
"For Merlin's sake, you don't mean to say that the kitchens of Hogwarts Castle are actually hidden behind a painting of a silver bowl full of fruit?"
Watching Mr. Florin curl his lips, William knew he had guessed the right answer.
"Tom has already told me about this, and he also said that you say that to every little wizard who comes here frequently, which annoys Professor Sprout."
With that said, William took another swig of lemonade before taking out a notebook and a pen from his shoulder bag—he bought a lot of these gadgets when he was wandering around London.
These days, apart from William who wants the length of water when doing homework, there are also foolish wizards. Who else uses parchment paper and quill pens?
"Tsk, you cunning little devil, and that old Tom. If you ask me, William is the least wizard-like little wizard I've ever seen."
Mr. Florin, who had guessed the secret, shook his head, snapped his fingers lightly, closed the open shop door, walked to William's side and said:
"Tell me, what's the problem today."
"You are my good Samaritan."
William unfolded his notebook, pointed out what he hadn't researched last night, and asked Mr. Florin.
After staying in Diagon Alley for a month, he found that almost all the bosses here are talented and nice to speak—God knows that they have six NEWTs certificates including Potions, Herbalism, Charms, and Transfiguration. Mr. Florin, how did you become the owner of a cold drink shop!
Although he was on vacation, William was not idle.
He carefully read the Hogwarts textbook from the beginning, and through his outstanding performance, he successfully won the favor of Mr. Ollivander.
"My dear Mr. Buffalo, if I would like to teach you some knowledge about runes, would you please stop pretending to pass by my shop frequently?"
When the wandmaker said this, tears almost filled his eyes, and his tone was solemn and earnest.
Because William has not systematically studied ancient runes, Ollivander only taught him a few simple methods of depicting runes, and instructed him how to use magical materials to simply activate these runes magic.
"You know, these runes have their most superficial and direct meaning."
Ollivander used his wand to draw runes in the air—" , for rain or snow; , for ice; and ,, for sun, water, and time."
He carefully explained the appearance of each rune.
"Materials of different nature, using magic power to engrave the same rune, will show completely different effects-use a small amount of salamander blood, carve a rune representing 'sun' on pine wood, and you will get a round artificial flames.
It burns all night without burning anyone. "
"But how to distinguish the meaning of each rune?"
William asked, he simply read the ancient rune textbooks - it recorded the various levels of meaning that each rune represented, as complicated as a nesting doll.
"One method, like our most common method now, is to use magical materials, such as the blood of magical creatures, to combine with runes. Magical creatures are born with wonderful powers, and this power is also preserved In their blood, combined with runes, they can activate their corresponding effects."
Mr. Ollivander pointed to the wand on the shelf.
"What about the other?"
William nodded, indicating that he understood.
He also didn't expect Mr. Ollivander to tell him more detailed secrets—that was no longer "paid content", but "restricted content".
"The other is to use the constraints between runes."
Mr. Ollivander wrote ",," respectively in the air, and with a wave of his wand, a silver chain bound the three runes tightly, forming a triangular structure.
"Rain or snow, water, ice."
William remembered the explanation just now.
"Each rune has its own independent meaning, but when they are combined, they form constraints on each other—just like this."
Mr. Ollivander tapped the rune in the air with his wand, and a gushing spring came out of his wand, but it cooled down rapidly and turned into ice as soon as it reached the air!
"This art used to be called the 'rune language.'"
The language of runes.
It was the first time William had heard of it.
Exhaustive method can be used!
This method of ramming miracles instantly appeared in William's mind.But before he felt excited, Ollivander poured another basin of cold water on his head.
"But William, you have to promise me that before you master the translation of runes proficiently, don't try to combine them lightly-the ancient rune wizards would believe that they have the protection of the gods, and recklessly interpret the runes. to combine.
The vast majority of them died from the frenzied magic. "
"I never want you to be one of them."
It's finally time for the start of school.
Successfully broke through 100 favorites.
Sprinkle flowers.
thank.
(End of this chapter)
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