ALL NOVEL Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts
Chapter 143 The Best Wizard for House-Elves
Chapter 143 The Best Wizard for House-Elves
"Is this a magical version of an ancient elevator?"
William suddenly became interested.
At least a thousand years ago, the creativity of wizards was obviously stronger than that of ordinary people at the same time, and the appearance of the Hogwarts Express hundreds of years ago also proved that wizards at that time were not locked-in, and showed great enthusiasm for technology. a relatively open attitude.
But why has the wizarding world become like this today?
"All good things are approaching one's goal with twists and turns, but it's not a concept that can be represented by twists and turns. It's more like making a 180-degree turn, or simply driving the car in reverse."
William suddenly had this idea.
After sensing the approach of William and Penello, the wooden pole blocking the "elevator" was suddenly pulled up, allowing them to stand on the platform calmly.William found that the metal table was actually not small. If it was squeezed in a little bit, it could probably hold eight of us, ten of Penello, or four or five of Marcus Flint.
He and Penello walked up to the stage.
Accompanied by a slight vibration, the metal platform began to rise at a steady speed. It went all the way up, surrounded by walls made of exquisite stone bricks. squeezed out.
After about a minute or two, the "elevator" finally stopped very smoothly, and the wooden pole was raised, allowing William and Penello to go out.They found themselves in a slanting passage, and they heard the sound of waves beating against the shore not far away.
"It looks like this is the exit of the Chamber of Secrets."
Penello said in a low voice, her tone sounded a little regretful.
"Maybe this used to be the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."
William corrected her.
The appearance of this "elevator" well explained how the students of Slytherin—those little wizards without Parseltongue talent—sneaked into the chamber of secrets when it was first built. , learned from Slytherin.
This passage is not long. At the end of the passage, there is a ladder slightly higher than him, which connects to a dark wooden secret door above.
"Pure blood."
William read the words engraved on the inside of the hidden door.
A soft "click" sounded.
The secret door opened quickly.
Some cold wind with water vapor was blowing towards his face, and it also had the fishy smell of lake water. A ray of light that was not strong passed through the thick winter clouds with difficulty, and shone obliquely on his face.
"Is this the small pier by the Black Lake?"
Penello poked his head out from behind him, and said after carefully identifying the surroundings.
It was a somewhat dilapidated wooden houseboat, with a tall broken cabinet in the corner, and some oddly shaped and broken pots piled up in one corner.The floor of the room was affected by water vapor due to its proximity to the Black Lake, and it had not been maintained for a long time, so it was already damaged and warped.
"Do you remember? "Hogwarts: A School History" said that when the castle was built, the Big Four had to swim across the Black Lake before they came to the castle - Slytherin had suggested that they pass Apparating way, but they finally decided to swim over, so that they can get more familiar with the environment around the castle."
Penello said suddenly.
William is no stranger to this record.
"Maybe this place really means something to him?"
William can only guess that Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is not really a "secret", and even on the contrary, perhaps when he originally designed the Chamber of Secrets, it was out of a strong sense of belonging to Hogwarts.
"Thank you, William."
Standing beside William, Penello said softly, her voice was so small that William, who was observing the wooden house, hardly noticed it.
"Nothing. I just wanted to say that we should go back to the castle. I just heard that the house-elves in the castle will do their best to make today's lunch."
Penello shook his head and said with a smile.
Her words are not false at all.
Since coming to the castle, William has never experienced such a sumptuous lunch—the house elves have brought out almost all their skills, regardless of the consumption of ingredients and the energy required to prepare these foods, just to be able to Let the usual monotonous and simple lunch become as grand as a festive dinner.
While William was enjoying this unusually delicious lunch, a mug suddenly appeared in front of him. It was engraved in crooked handwriting "To Mr. Buffalo, he is the best for the house-elves wizard."
"I think they must have misunderstood the definition of best."
William looked at it in surprise, he really didn't expect that the house elves would give this gift.This even put William in a predicament-he shouldn't squeeze the labor of those house elves like this, but doing so would make them lose the meaning of life.
"How about less oppression? No, we have to arrange sufficient and full schedules for them. It's better to pay more subsidies to make up for it. House elves who work overtime can receive a bottle of Coke."
The question didn't bother William for long.
But what he didn't expect was that the sumptuous lunch was just the beginning of his beautiful day. In the transformation class in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall gave William a full 20 points for successfully transforming a living acromantula. point.
In this class, Professor McGonagall prepared a lot of pillows and asked the little wizards to try to turn them into acromantulas—this was like a tailor-made exam question for William, which he was too familiar with.
"Nice job, Buffalo! If I hadn't seen you waving your wand, I'd have thought it was a real acromantula. I can tell you've gone to great lengths to enrich it. Lots of energy."
Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction.
But William's heart was pounding.
"How did Professor McGonagall know that I am good at transforming acromants? Could it be that Dumbledore told them? Isn't it because of Merlin's ponytail, please forgive me."
William's head got dizzy when he thought of the devil's net.
Christmas is approaching, and the Christmas atmosphere in the castle has become more and more intense. The classrooms and the fireplaces in the common room are always burning with vigorous flames. Even Madam Malkin's robe and inner lining are cold. Can't dispel the cold from the body.
The chill was even more unbearable at night.
"Are you ready to witness history?"
The ruddy William rubbed his hands and said excitedly that he was at the forefront of the team.
They could already see the shadow of the tall Whomping Willow. A solitary bench was placed right in front of the Whomping Willow, which looked very abrupt—and under it, after passing through a layer of soil, hidden It was a space wider than a Quidditch pitch.
Adjust the state, the transitional chapter does not need 3K words, and then enter the next part.
(End of this chapter)
"Is this a magical version of an ancient elevator?"
William suddenly became interested.
At least a thousand years ago, the creativity of wizards was obviously stronger than that of ordinary people at the same time, and the appearance of the Hogwarts Express hundreds of years ago also proved that wizards at that time were not locked-in, and showed great enthusiasm for technology. a relatively open attitude.
But why has the wizarding world become like this today?
"All good things are approaching one's goal with twists and turns, but it's not a concept that can be represented by twists and turns. It's more like making a 180-degree turn, or simply driving the car in reverse."
William suddenly had this idea.
After sensing the approach of William and Penello, the wooden pole blocking the "elevator" was suddenly pulled up, allowing them to stand on the platform calmly.William found that the metal table was actually not small. If it was squeezed in a little bit, it could probably hold eight of us, ten of Penello, or four or five of Marcus Flint.
He and Penello walked up to the stage.
Accompanied by a slight vibration, the metal platform began to rise at a steady speed. It went all the way up, surrounded by walls made of exquisite stone bricks. squeezed out.
After about a minute or two, the "elevator" finally stopped very smoothly, and the wooden pole was raised, allowing William and Penello to go out.They found themselves in a slanting passage, and they heard the sound of waves beating against the shore not far away.
"It looks like this is the exit of the Chamber of Secrets."
Penello said in a low voice, her tone sounded a little regretful.
"Maybe this used to be the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."
William corrected her.
The appearance of this "elevator" well explained how the students of Slytherin—those little wizards without Parseltongue talent—sneaked into the chamber of secrets when it was first built. , learned from Slytherin.
This passage is not long. At the end of the passage, there is a ladder slightly higher than him, which connects to a dark wooden secret door above.
"Pure blood."
William read the words engraved on the inside of the hidden door.
A soft "click" sounded.
The secret door opened quickly.
Some cold wind with water vapor was blowing towards his face, and it also had the fishy smell of lake water. A ray of light that was not strong passed through the thick winter clouds with difficulty, and shone obliquely on his face.
"Is this the small pier by the Black Lake?"
Penello poked his head out from behind him, and said after carefully identifying the surroundings.
It was a somewhat dilapidated wooden houseboat, with a tall broken cabinet in the corner, and some oddly shaped and broken pots piled up in one corner.The floor of the room was affected by water vapor due to its proximity to the Black Lake, and it had not been maintained for a long time, so it was already damaged and warped.
"Do you remember? "Hogwarts: A School History" said that when the castle was built, the Big Four had to swim across the Black Lake before they came to the castle - Slytherin had suggested that they pass Apparating way, but they finally decided to swim over, so that they can get more familiar with the environment around the castle."
Penello said suddenly.
William is no stranger to this record.
"Maybe this place really means something to him?"
William can only guess that Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is not really a "secret", and even on the contrary, perhaps when he originally designed the Chamber of Secrets, it was out of a strong sense of belonging to Hogwarts.
"Thank you, William."
Standing beside William, Penello said softly, her voice was so small that William, who was observing the wooden house, hardly noticed it.
"Nothing. I just wanted to say that we should go back to the castle. I just heard that the house-elves in the castle will do their best to make today's lunch."
Penello shook his head and said with a smile.
Her words are not false at all.
Since coming to the castle, William has never experienced such a sumptuous lunch—the house elves have brought out almost all their skills, regardless of the consumption of ingredients and the energy required to prepare these foods, just to be able to Let the usual monotonous and simple lunch become as grand as a festive dinner.
While William was enjoying this unusually delicious lunch, a mug suddenly appeared in front of him. It was engraved in crooked handwriting "To Mr. Buffalo, he is the best for the house-elves wizard."
"I think they must have misunderstood the definition of best."
William looked at it in surprise, he really didn't expect that the house elves would give this gift.This even put William in a predicament-he shouldn't squeeze the labor of those house elves like this, but doing so would make them lose the meaning of life.
"How about less oppression? No, we have to arrange sufficient and full schedules for them. It's better to pay more subsidies to make up for it. House elves who work overtime can receive a bottle of Coke."
The question didn't bother William for long.
But what he didn't expect was that the sumptuous lunch was just the beginning of his beautiful day. In the transformation class in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall gave William a full 20 points for successfully transforming a living acromantula. point.
In this class, Professor McGonagall prepared a lot of pillows and asked the little wizards to try to turn them into acromantulas—this was like a tailor-made exam question for William, which he was too familiar with.
"Nice job, Buffalo! If I hadn't seen you waving your wand, I'd have thought it was a real acromantula. I can tell you've gone to great lengths to enrich it. Lots of energy."
Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction.
But William's heart was pounding.
"How did Professor McGonagall know that I am good at transforming acromants? Could it be that Dumbledore told them? Isn't it because of Merlin's ponytail, please forgive me."
William's head got dizzy when he thought of the devil's net.
Christmas is approaching, and the Christmas atmosphere in the castle has become more and more intense. The classrooms and the fireplaces in the common room are always burning with vigorous flames. Even Madam Malkin's robe and inner lining are cold. Can't dispel the cold from the body.
The chill was even more unbearable at night.
"Are you ready to witness history?"
The ruddy William rubbed his hands and said excitedly that he was at the forefront of the team.
They could already see the shadow of the tall Whomping Willow. A solitary bench was placed right in front of the Whomping Willow, which looked very abrupt—and under it, after passing through a layer of soil, hidden It was a space wider than a Quidditch pitch.
Adjust the state, the transitional chapter does not need 3K words, and then enter the next part.
(End of this chapter)
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