Chapter 591: Yugardim Leviosa

"Loriane, I have a question."

The young Nelson was carrying a steel frame that was taller than him, and stepped on a four-corner stool. The tip of his wand splashed hot and dazzling sparks, cutting the thick steel frame into pieces of equal size one after another like using a chainsaw. Steel embryo, he was wearing a thick cotton coat, a dragon leather apron, and the oven mitts commonly used by pastry chefs when he was injured.

Lori Ann was facing away from him, sitting in front of a blazing blast furnace, directing the Familiers to add coal to the furnace. Barry Andre and his party went to work, and only Nelson and her remained in this town in Clark. In the old castle on the outskirts of Corfu, the room the two of them were in was Lorian's alchemy workshop, and it was in this workshop that those Familiers who seemed to have real life were born.

Compared to a workshop where wizards are filled with strange smells and the background sound is the sound of potion brewing "gudou", Lorian's alchemy workshop is more like a laboratory full of equipment and materials, or in other words, more like a A blacksmith's shop.

She held the bellows next to the blast furnace with one hand, and tested the temperature of the anvil with a mercury thermometer in the other. Compared with her self-proclaimed "magician", she looked more like an experienced young female blacksmith, through the opening of the blast furnace, It can be seen that the stacked steel blanks gradually turn red in the flames, and the different metals are also fused little by little under the forging of the magically controlled power hammer.

The room was filled with the noise of Nelson cutting the steel frame and the rhythmic sound of Lori Ann pulling the bellows.

Did Dinkas’s aggrieved roar come from outside the window? This ferocious dragon was “tortured” under Newt’s training, but Lori Ann didn’t hear Dinkas’s roar at all. This furnace of steel is about to take shape After staring at her all day, she also began to feel tired. Seeing this, Nelson quickly completed the cutting of the steel frame, walked to Lori Ann with the four-corner stool she had just stepped on, and took her hand from the bellows. He took off the top, sat down on the side, and began to pull the bellows hard.

"Roar...Wow~"

The roar of the dragon changed into a strange tone, and finally turned into the sound of a dog barking. Luo Lian was finally awakened by the scream, jumped up from the chair, ran to the window, and looked at the man downstairs with a perverted smile. Dinkas fed the mouse to Newt. Newt noticed that someone was watching him, raised his head, picked up Dinkas and greeted Lori Ann. The poor puppy didn't know what strange thing he tasted again today. Newt is said to be researching whether the shape-shifting creature has the digestive system of a dog or a dragon.

Luo Lian nodded, retracted her head, wiped the dust on the bowknot from the glass, yawned big, and said, "You can ask."

"I read the notes you gave me last night—"

"Have you finished reading?!" Before Nelson could finish speaking, Lori Ann exclaimed loudly, "How is that possible? That was my painstaking effort for several years! It took me several years to write it! Just translating it into English would cost me a lot of money." It took two full months, how could you finish it in one night? Don’t young people need to sleep?”

When she first came here, Lori Ann also dealt with the local residents, and even accepted an interview with Jonas, but soon the German army occupying Poland noticed her existence, and she was keen on all kinds of magic and witchcraft. It is impossible for the Germans to let her go. Although she has all means to protect her safety, she has not seen a living person for a long time because of the German siege.

That's why when Nelson and his party arrived, she was very happy, especially when facing Nelson, who had a good first impression, she was particularly enthusiastic. Lorien, who had her own judgment standards, was even willing to teach him her unique alchemy. , Magic told her that this seemingly weakest boy in the group had some of the same qualities as hers, and would make unprecedented careers in the future.

"I'm very excited when I see novel things, Lori Ann, I think I can stay and sleep the next day, but for new knowledge, if I learn about it one day later, I won't have a chance to think about it one day," Nelson shrugged, and continued pulling the bellows with another arm , "What's more, I just read it without asking for a deep understanding. I still don't understand most of the things in it. You may not know that I have dropped out of school now."

"Oh," Lori Ann patted her chest, and let out a long sigh of relief, "I thought you were that kind of scary genius, you can ask any questions."

Interrupted by Lorien like this, Nelson forgot what he was going to ask just now, so he moved a crawling alchemy puppet to pull the bellows for him, took out the notebook he carried with him in his pocket, and started from the two-page question I found one of the most important.

Looking at the dense problems, Luo Lian's eyelids twitched wildly, and she felt that she was a little tired.

"Oh...it's like this," Nelson found the problem and asked with squinted eyes, "I noticed that your notes didn't mention how to give Familier a soul. With some magic and alchemy I know Means, I roughly simulated the production process you recorded, and the final product is about a doll that can obey the simple commands of a wizard, but these Familiers of yours are not too much called "artificial life" in my opinion. Is there a self-knowledge, and possibly even a soul, that can really be created?"

"Don't your wizards create life?" Lori Ann asked back.

After carefully reading her notes, Nelson has come to believe that Lori-Anne is an alien, just like himself. The magic and theories are very different, and even the foundation of magic is completely different. He stared at Lori-Anne with burning eyes , said: "Wizards are not without this kind of attempt, but most of them endow certain magic items with self-awareness by splitting their souls or even using other people's souls for themselves. There is a special method, which is to give wizards portraits Well-preserved portraits can communicate with people through the behavior logic of the portraitee even after a hundred years, but this kind of portrait is actually a kind of magic similar to Legilimency, which completely records the thoughts of the person in the painting at that moment. Simulate his mind."

"You know a lot."

"I just read some useless history books. The closest thing to what you said is the house elves kept in wizard families. It is said that a long time ago, wizards created this kind of life and enslaved them to serve wizard families. "

"Isn't there?" Lori Ann said with a smile.

"However, the academic circles seem to have different views in recent years. In the most recent goblin rebellion, the attitude of goblins towards house-elves is hard to imagine," Nelson said, as if answering questions in a class on the history of magic , stood up straight, and said with a frown, "They hate house-elves even more than they hate wizards. Someone has studied their bodies and magic. Goblins and house-elves have similar body structures and similar magic. Far from the legend of using socks to conjure house-elves, I personally believe in another theory that has a lot of cultural relics to support it--house-elves are goblins who were captured and enslaved in a war with goblins a long time ago."

Looking at Nelson, who knows so many of these historical secrets, Lori Ann was a little surprised. After holding back for a long time, she said: "They sound so pitiful."

"Yes, it's very pitiful," Nelson nodded, and said, "So apart from splitting the soul, controlling the soul, and duplicating the mind, there is no magic in the world to create a complete life out of thin air, Lori Ann, your Familiers What's going on again?"

Lori Ann was silent for a while, admiring Nelson's inquiring spirit. She bent down, touched the close alchemy doll, and said, "In my hometown, artificial life is also a taboo topic. In the earliest days, they were more used to using more Scientific methods to conduct research, such as creating a life with various biological advantages in a petri dish, but magicians chose a different path, and they turned their attention to a more taboo field-soul, how difficult it is to create a soul , not only to give it the instinct to think, but also to teach it knowledge and common sense. The research was at a deadlock until a genius scholar thought of a simpler method - life only needs to know itself to be awakened. As for its Ability, disposition and all subsequent behaviors only need to be handed over to the day after tomorrow, so that they can learn to live and know themselves like human beings, and this artificial life is called Familier by us.”

Listening to Lori Ann's narration, Nelson fell into deep thought.

"You once told me that magic power and emotions are inextricably linked. I think it will be easier for you wizards to create a chaotic self," Lori Ann shook her hair, "After you learn how to create After Familier's body, I will teach you the method of making the core - the principle is actually very simple, the division of right and wrong is the first step for a soul to move from chaos to rationality, of course, if you can't wait to know, I I can tell you now."

Lori Ann looked at Nelson standing in front of her with a smile. The young teenager was holding a notebook with struggles on her face. She whistled and continued to make steel.

"Let's wait until I learn the basics of alchemy." After a while, Lori Ann heard a satisfactory answer. "It's not a good habit to be so ambitious."

...

The second time the two talked like this was after the castle was moved to Nurmengard. Nelson, who lived at the top of the black tower of the library, was like a dry sponge, greedily sucking the moisture in the treasure house. Under the practical teaching of a good teacher, his magic became more and more powerful, and soon surpassed the level that people of this age group should have.

But even so, he did not let go of learning from Lori Ann, and always visited the castle on the edge of Nurmengard at dusk, tirelessly hitting the materials on the anvil with a hammer, and buried his head in the beginning. Already familiar with the work of the heart.

There are always a few curious guests in Lori Ann's house. Even if Grindelwald has never met her, he pays more attention to her than ever before. This brand new magic represents infinite possibilities.

I heard that there is a new situation in Krakow recently. Nelson may be sent to preside over the overall situation. She still finds it difficult to understand how much ability and energy such a young little wizard has to do so many adults can't handle it. She remembered the story of the house elf that Nelson told her when he was in Krakow. In her opinion, Grindelwald’s oppression of Nelson was much worse than that of the house elf, but Nelson was like a bowstring The tension in his back seemed to keep emphasizing that he could do more.

Looking at Nelson who was fighting with the hammer, Lori Ann showed a trace of unbearable expression. The little boy back then had already built a body of strong muscles, and his shirt was wet with sweat, outlining the lines carved with knives and axes.

"Take a break, Nelson," Lori Ann handed over a glass of fruit juice squeezed from the fruit she grew herself, and said in relief, "You can rest well with me, don't worry too much."

"Don't you want to go home?" Nelson didn't stop the movement in his hands. The red-hot and even whitish steel ingot showed a regular outline under his magical hammer, "I don't want to find a way to go home." You have become an old girl by the way, and you are such a beautiful and intelligent girl, there must be someone waiting for you."

Nelson's words made Lori Ann freeze as if under a petrification spell. The water glass slipped from her hand, and the red watermelon juice splashed with the burst glass, spilling all over her skirt, Nelson's body, and the still hot steel ingot. There are beautiful patterns on it.

"What's wrong with you?" Nelson put down the hammer, for fear that something might happen to Lori Ann.

"It's nothing," Lori Ann didn't expect that Nelson still remembered her wish when they met for the first time. Her eyes were a little wet, she turned her head and wiped it with the back of her hand, and said, "I'll teach you how to make a core today, that's what you did before. I will give you the core when you hit an exclamation mark."

...

Nelson and Lori Ann's questions and answers could be heard from time to time in the ancient castle, and the teenagers who entered and exited grew taller and more mature day by day.

"Lorian, if I make the core bigger, can I drive a giant?"

"I think it can, but the bigger the body, the more magic power and more complex structure it needs."

...

"Can Familia learn magic? Since they are created by magic, I don't think they are Muggles."

"Didn't you get a silver mine? We can try it now."

...

"With the help of magic dolls, can those who don't know magic use magic?" The place of this conversation was in a beautiful garden, the top of Mount Greylock was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the two had already arrived in Ilvermorny , "I have an idea to combine them with non-magic Muggles, like a crutch."

"I don't know," Lori Ann could no longer answer Nelson's unrestrained questions, she smiled as before, "Let's try."

...

"Let's try."

Under the command of Nelson's wand, the magical beings scattered in the world searched for the nearest missionary combination. The process was exactly the same as he expected and tried countless times. The clumsy and rough missionaries slowly moved in the sound of metal friction Transformed into a pair of docile gloves, the light is no longer so dazzling, but has become restrained.

A warrior who had harvested new clothes shook his head. He had some auditory hallucinations, as if the glove was speaking to him.

The confused warrior turned over the fortifications, and walked towards a fallen wizard under the obstruction of his companions. A green magic light rushed towards him with killing intent. He had no time to react, but the mirror-like defense had already quietly opened .

He bent down, took the wand from the black wizard's hand, and held it in front of his chest. He felt like a warm current nourishing his tense nerves like never before. Following the guidance in his heart, he turned his wrist awkwardly, and the tip of the wand trembled. Pointing to a broken wand not far away.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

This was the first spell that the freshmen of Hogwarts were exposed to, and half of the wand struggled to float in the rain.

What is the difference between wizards and Muggles? A soul with magical powers, willing to lend a helping hand.

The exchange of spells and bullets ceased for a moment.

The rain also stopped.