Harry Potter and Master of Magic

After a long time of nonsense, the topic finally got back on track.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity and asked, "Sir, I heard Ron say that your family has a flying car, can you tell me how you made it like that?"

"That's it?" laughed Mr. Weasley. "So you're interested in this, too, and I tell you, there's a lot of tricks in it. Oh! I mean, it involves the advanced use of Transfiguration."

"What about the specifics?" Zhang Hao asked expectantly: "Just using Transfiguration, can you make a car look like a living thing?"

He remembered that the Weasleys' speeding car had lived alone in the Forbidden Forest for a long time, it seemed to have a mind of its own, it was like a tamed beast!

"Uh! Do you have any special ideas for asking this question?" Mr. Weasley said with a cautious look in his eyes, "You know, I'm an official of the Ministry of Magic, and I happen to be the director of the Misuse of Muggle Items Department. I have to make sure you don't do something illegal so I can tell you with confidence."

Everyone looked at Mr. Weasley, who wasn't usually so serious.

"Mr. Weasley, I think you are worrying too much." Zhang Hao said helplessly: "I will not use magic to harass Muggles, nor will I cause you any trouble, please believe me. Maybe one day in the future, You're taking the Ministry of Magic's search team to my house for a surprise inspection, so what's there to worry about?"

"Okay! You worry too much, child!" Mr. Weasley smiled again, and he shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic does not check everyone, we mainly check those wizards with a dark history. For example, they used to be Death Eaters. Disciples... oh! You probably don't know what Death Eaters are..."

"The Death Eaters are Voldemort's army," Harry said suddenly. "Are there still Death Eaters?"

This sentence made the atmosphere cold, and Zhang Hao felt that he should give him the title of King of Cold Field.

"Harry, it's best not to talk about that name until you're not strong." Mr. Weasley whispered: "With the fall of You-Know-Who, many Death Eaters have been imprisoned in Azkaban. .But no one can guarantee that no fish will slip through the net..."

"Stop talking! Arthur," Mrs Weasley said angrily. "Don't tell them this to the children when they're young."

Carrying food, she rushed out like a lioness.

Harry, who wanted to ask again, suddenly closed his mouth.

"Okay! Let's talk about how to turn a car into a flying car." Mr. Weasley said embarrassedly: "In fact, as long as you think about turning a car into a horse, you can make it move on its own. But you want it to fly. , requires more complex knowledge. Well, it requires the magic of making broomsticks."

These words are very meaningful, and Zhang Hao was stunned that he didn't understand.

No way, magic is related to the wizard's will.

If a wizard's magic is strong enough, he can even do what he wants.

A madman once said that God is the most powerful wizard.

God created the world with unparalleled magic power, and the whole world is the product of God's single thought.

As for where God has gone... Maybe he's exhausted!

It's not that no one believes this argument, it's just that it doesn't prevail.

Zhang Hao even believed this argument a little bit, because compared to it, his own experience was even more bizarre.

Oh! These secrets are not suitable for exploration now.

Because Zhang Hao felt that there must be a great horror hidden in these secrets!

"I'm not proficient in the magic of making broomsticks, so the speed of that car isn't that fast," Weasley continued. "At least it's not as good as a broomstick...how about that? Does that help you?"

"Of course, Mr. Weasley." Although there was no real gain, Zhang Hao still expressed his gratitude, he said sincerely: "Thank you for clarifying my doubts, I am really bothering you today.

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"The meal is ready, let's chat while you eat!" Mrs Weasley said, "It's too much for you, big and small, to not help out! Oh, I didn't mean the two of you—you are Guest, I can't make you work."

...

When Zhang Hao returned to the castle, the moon was already hanging in the sky.

Today was a busy day, and there was no substantial gain.

Zhang Hao fell into the illusion with a strong sense of unwillingness. He has been studying flying magic recently, and he closes his eyes to perform self-hypnosis almost every day.

"I have a pair of electric wings, I have a colorful auspicious cloud that can carry people, I fly around in the sky... fly... fly... fly... fly... go..."

Suddenly, Zhang Hao really floated up!

Behind him is a dense amount of lightning, the branches and branches of these lightnings vaguely form a pair of dazzling wings.

The colorful light and auspicious clouds under the feet are constantly surging with colorful light, changing their shape from time to time.

It came out of nothing, giving it a sense of unreality.

Zhang Hao's rising speed is getting faster and faster, which can no longer be considered floating.

Move horizontally and vertically, as freely as imagined.

Time passed minute by minute, and the wings of thunder and lightning and the colorful clouds became more and more solid.

But on Zhang Hao's forehead, the sweat became more and more dense.

Using magic consumes energy, obviously, his energy is about to run out!

At a certain moment, the wings of thunder and lightning and the colorful clouds shattered, and Zhang Hao also opened his eyes.

"Um?"

In the next second, he fell rapidly from the sky like a meteor...

bia grumble!