Chapter 32 The Secret of Ebony and White Ivory (4.5 in One, 9K)

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 32 The Secret of Ebony and White Ivory (4.5 in One, 9K)

The course that everyone was still satisfied with came to an end with the cheerful ringtone, but even after class and walked out of the classroom, the little wizards were still happy to hold their wands and pull the trigger to spit out small balls of light from their muzzles.

Most little wizards cannot keep the light ball stable for a long time. The fleeting light is like a meteor that cuts through the sky. Even though it exists for a short time, it can bring them joy from the bottom of their hearts.

After the course, Harry did not rush to leave, but came to Professor Flitvie and asked politely.

"Professor Flivie, I wonder if it will take your time for a while?"

"Of course, my kid, do you have any questions yet to figure out?"

Professor Flivi, who was stepping on the steps built by floating books, stopped. He was born in Ravenclaw and had a very good sense of the little wizard who likes to ask questions and loves knowledge. After all, wisdom and knowledge are the core values ​​of Ravenclaw College.

"It's about my wand."

Harry pulled out his ebony and white ivory from his waist, "My wand, this ebony on his left hand seems to be a standard wand that is no different from other wands. It is stronger and there is a hidden limitation of the spacing required for casting, just like Professor Frieve said."

"But this white ivory" Harry showed his Glock 18C, "It seems a bit special. The wand knowledge I have read in the book does not seem to record such a special situation. Can I demonstrate it for you?"

Professor Flivi looked carefully at the Glock 18C in Harry's hand, but because the appearance of the Glock series gun family is too similar, to be honest, the pistols of this series are not so easy to distinguish, and Professor Flivi couldn't see anything wrong.

"You need a target, right?"

The original desk was transformed into rows of standard gun targets after Professor Flivi's voice fell. In the case of magic, some damage would not affect anything. At worst, it would be a recovery as before. As long as the pieces were not missing, they could be squeezed back as they were.

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry thanked him, then raised his hand smoothly. He had wanted to use fluorescent flash to make a sample, but now he had targets, so he couldn't help but want to have fun.

[Since that's the case, then use this one.]

Harry's eyes narrowed, and after taking all the targets into his eyes, he took a deep breath, holding Glock's hand became more and more stable.

"Torn to pieces!"

The moment the trigger was pulled down, a red beam of light burst out. This spell was the most destructive spell that Harry has mastered so far, and its proficiency was already being beaten by Harry during the holidays that he could achieve through wild training.

With a stable continuous shooting speed of three shots per second, Harry pulled out a gun line from left to right. With the crisp explosion of magic power, countless pieces of wood's broken limbs splashed around at this moment.

Professor Frieve, who had a relaxed and curious smile on his face, opened his mouth slightly after seeing the scene that something was wrong. It was not that he had never seen magical rapid shooting, nor that it was because the first-grade wizard could master the spell recorded in the fourth-grade textbook, but because of Harry's wrong casting method.

How could a wizard holding a steel gun be able to only pull the trigger and shoot a magic shot? The continuous shooting of dada dada is absolutely true, but the continuous shooting is completely different from the continuous shooting he sees now.

‘The continuous pouring of non-repetitive inspiration of single magic?!’ Professor Flivi, whose eyes were rounded, stared at Harry’s fingers that had not moved before pulling the trigger.

"That's wrong! This is not magic!"

After Harry broke dozens of targets in front of him into a pile of broken wood like a strong wind swept the fallen leaves, Professor Frieve murmured.

"This is not right, kid, what's wrong with your wand."

Professor Frieve, who suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist, looked at the Glock 18 in Harry's hand carefully again, but he really didn't see anything special.

"Is this wand really sold to you by Ollivand?"

He looked at Harry with a gaze, "What I would rather hear is that there is a new breakthrough in the subject of stick making."

"Yes, although Mr. Ollivand did not charge me for some minor accidents, both white ivory and ebony guns were from Ollivand's wand shop."

"Mr. Ollivander told me that these two wands are two twin brothers, using ebony and white ivory as the gun body to inspire the heart spiral of the Maharaja."

Harry honestly told Frieve about his wand. He was actually curious about the rosy of the Maharaja's heart. Or what the hell was. Although Ollivand told him that he would slowly find out when he arrived at Hogwarts, this matter was still a bit tickling.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Flivi seemed to breathe a little relieved, with a hint of loss on his face. It seemed that the magic wand science had not changed much, at least it was unable to point out the serious curse and it was fired in succession.

"If you use that thing, any strange thing can happen."

Flivi chuckled awkwardly, shrugged and expressed helplessness. This matter was obviously an accident. It was impossible to popularize the wizarding world.

"What professor you mean is that my wand will become like this, but it is actually related to the rochakra of the Maharaja's heart?"

"That's true." Professor Flivi gave a positive reply readily, "After all, this thing has an unknown surprise. Although most of them will not be a good thing, once you win the prize, no matter how bizarre the effect it will have, it belongs to the normal category."

"I have seen a lucky man whose wand is fixed in the form of a launcher, and he can only use magic once a week, but the power of that magic is like that."

"Have you ever seen a hill that was 600 meters high with an explosion spell? In that battle, he killed hundreds of times his enemies and knocked all the front lines into it. Even now, it was quite shocking."

Professor Flivi seemed to be trapped in some kind of past nostalgia. He smacked his lips and touched his chin with unsatisfactory desire.

"Then professor, can you tell me what the hell is the Maharaja?"

Harry threw out the noun that he had been curious for a long time. It was obvious that Professor Flitvie was very familiar with this thing.

"Well, this matter is not a secret. You will not officially learn after the third grade of Hogwarts that the course on the history of magic war will tell you everything in detail, but since you have asked, it is not impossible to simply say it."

Professor Flivie corrected his expression, "Extend your hand, we want to make a simple magic contract. Before you enter the third grade formal study, you cannot tell other students what you know. This is a rule that has always been there. You can make exceptions, but you can't break too much."

Harry nodded seriously and stretched out his right hand to Professor Frieve. With a light grip, a simple magic contract was completed. Unlike an unbreakable contract, violating this contract will not lead to death. Both parties to the contract use magic power to restrain certain behaviors. When violating the contract, the price paid is that when the contract is concluded, the two use magic power to backlash, which may kill their lives, but generally, no one will die, and injury is certain.

After completing the simple contract signing, Professor Flivi stopped keeping it. After all, there were too many people who knew about this, and it was just that they would not tell the children who were too young. Letting them have a carefree childhood is something that every elder hopes.

"The Maharaja is actually a synonym for a kind of creature and a synonym for rank."

"Thousands of years ago, the magic world had been fighting a difficult enemy. We have many names for it, such as the abyss, the underworld, the hell, the shadow world, etc. The wizards in every place have different names for them. The tool they used to fight against the magic world is the demon clan. In Europe, we call it the demon clan."

"Just like light and darkness are inseparable two sides, the magical creatures and demons living in the magic world are two sides of the existence. We are hostile to each other, kill each other, and want to completely kill each other, but this is difficult to do."

"The heart tendon of the Maharaja used in your magic wand is the chief of the demon clan. The magic essence left by the Maharaja clan after being killed. The demon clan is different from us. They are not using magic power, but eating magic power. If they do not have life, then the demon clan is the best magic material in the world."

"You heard it right." After seeing the little surprise on Harry's face, Professor Flivi nodded, "They are the best magic materials. They devour the magic power and forged their bodies into the best magic materials in the world. After their death, the remaining essence is that they have some incredible attributes."

Professor Flivier gently tapped Harry's wand with his slender fingers, "Cherish them well. The wands are an extension of the wizard's siblings. They are good partners who will accompany you for life."

"Professor Flitvie." After a sudden pile of such outrageous things were stuffed in his mind, Harry came to his senses for a while, "Where is that ebony?"

Harry held the black M1911 in his left hand, "Since they are brother wands and both use the Maharaja's heart tract, what about its abilities?"

Compared to the maverick Glock 18, the ordinary M1911 seems to be a little too ordinary. Although it is indeed a magic wand that works well, its effect seems to be not even suitable for white ivory shoes.

Indeed, ebony has the effect of amplifying spell power, and this effect is not even low, but the price it needs to pay is particularly obvious. With these two defects, its amplifying effect on the spell is not so eye-catching.

Think about it, when Harry becomes proficient in the spell, he can pour out the spell at a speed of ten rounds per second. Is the unremarkable intensity increase of ebony really useful?

Ebony fired a shot, and before the second shot was fired, White Ivory had already produced nearly twenty spells at this time, and the quantitative change caused qualitative change. Obviously, this nearly twenty times the quantity difference has been erased and surpassed the enhancement brought by quality.

"Then what's the difference between this one?" Professor Flivi, who took the ebony and carefully observed, raised his eyebrows slightly. The shape of the M1911 is not rare. There can be about three or four in every hundred people. This proportion is already very high. After all, there are many models of pistols, and hundreds of them are always available. And it can have a stable share of three or four percent, which means that this model of pistol has a considerable level of universality.

Although high universality does not mean ordinary, but can reflect its excellence to a certain extent, such excellence is limited to normal excellence. After all, freaks and geniuses are always unique examples.

For example, Professor Frieve's M500 has great flaws. Even for a long time, Frieve, a genius of curse, could not use silent spells, but this guy's increase in spells was so scary that even in whiteboard naked outfits, many skinned wands were reluctant to take advantage of the spells when comparing the increase in spells.

But M1911 is obviously not a unique member.

"You give it a try, Mr. Porter, maybe its specialness is hidden deeper?"

Harry told him with certainty that these two wands are twins, so there shouldn't be a combination of one particularly or an ordinary one. This is not in line with common sense, nor is it in line with the science of wands. The Ollivand family has always been masters of the wand discipline, and they would not produce such a deformed product.

The desk in the classroom, which was smashed and blasted into ruins, was restored in an instant by Frivi's simple wave. The targets appeared in front of Harry again. This time, he put down his shiny white ivory and held the plain and unpretentious ebony.

"Torn to pieces."

As the trigger was pulled down, the red spell burst again. Compared to the crisp magic explosion of the white ivory, the ebony's sound was heavy and low. It was not a light "tap" but a thunderous "bang--"

The spell that was nearly twice as strong as before. The moment they hit the target, the wooden target did not turn into small pieces and flew around in a scattered manner, but exploded into a ball of wood chips with a bang. The enhanced pulverization spell really did what the word "broken to pieces" was described as "broken". If the wreckage was collected, they would get a handful of slightly rough large grains of wood powder.

"If you want to fire the second spell, it will take about one second to be separated."

As he said that, Harry pulled the trigger again and blew another target to pieces.

"It seems that there is nothing special." Professor Flivie obviously saw more than Harry. This effect is indeed OK, but it is completely out of the conventional boundaries. "What about the magic consumption?"

"It is about twice as much as using white ivory, but the power of white ivory seems to be weakened to compromise the high-speed shooting, and the consumption will be a little lower. This is what I guessed myself. The consumption of ebony should be one and a half times as much as normal spell casting, and the power is close, but less than twice."

"Great observation, but how did you get this comparison?" Professor Flivi looked at Harry with appreciation. For a freshman in the first grade, such a judgment was beyond expectations.

"The standard spell has a quantitative record of the power of some magic. I tried it during the holidays and made some comparisons. Although it is not very accurate, it shouldn't be too big."

"How did you do it?" Professor Flivi asked curiously.

"Fossils into mud."

Harry smiled, "I found a little magic in "Standard Spell: Level 3". Its standard strength is to soften stones with a length, width and height of three feet into soil. I used this standard for testing."

"A smart way, such magic with intuitive quantization standards is indeed very suitable."

"But this is an experiment done during the holidays, and I'm sorry I can't add five points to you."

Frieve spread his hands happily and said mischievously. Among the professors at Hogwarts, Professor Frieve is probably the most lively group. It is impossible to tell that he and Professor McGonagall were in the same period of Hogwarts. Perhaps because he has fairy blood, he lives longer than ordinary wizards, so his mentality is younger?

"That's a pity, but I think as long as I study hard, you will definitely be extra points for the professor."

"Every effort and wisdom should be affirmed." Flivi nodded, "Then let's try it a little more, and maybe there will be other discoveries."

A little monotonous magic test began. Harry was using a stable frequency once a second to quickly kill various targets produced by Professor Flivi. Although he specialized in duels and spells, his deformation technique was quite good. Although he was not as good as Professor McGonagall, he was far superior to ordinary wizards.

The unlucky desk was tortured by the torture of the old and the young. They tried all the ways of dying in different positions, different positions and different positions, but the surprise they were waiting for was reluctant to show their heads.

Until Professor Friwei, who was slightly frowning, used the iron armor curse on the target, the test that made them have a big head suddenly turned around.

"Try Harry again, against this new target."

Suddenly, Professor Friwei casts spells on the target again, which is also an iron armor spell, but this time his armor is obviously much stronger. It was originally just a layer of transparent illusory shield that has become a regular outline.

"Torn to pieces."

Harry has recited this mantra countless times. As usual, the red light that crushed the mantra hit the target again and exploded it into pieces.

"Try again, try again!"

Professor Flivi, who was a little excited, made another shield that was thicker than before, but he seemed to feel that this was not efficient, so he continued to cast spells and created a whole row of armored curse shields with increasing strength.

On the target on the far right, the iron armored curse that protected it was almost solid. The shield that looked only a little illusory was almost transformed into a physical body. Who knew if this thing could grab a blunt attack on his hand and knocked out a bad guy who was too close to him.

"It seems that we have found the little secret of ebony."

Professor Flivie signaled Harry to start the experiment. One target after another was smashed into pieces under the action of the crushing spell. Before Harry could smash all the targets, the scene in front of him also made him guess.
To be continued...