Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 43 You Will Know When The Time Comes

"Mr. Buffalo, has anyone ever told you that you might be a good fit for a businessman?"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Forget it, professor, I still prefer to be a party A—you know, providing sources of goods and running my own small business. Door-to-door sales are not suitable for me."

William shook his head.

"Honestly, I don't see anything that should turn you down, do you? You're not asking to buy or lease a piece of land, you're applying for a ... event venue for your club and doing a little bit with your events .Let's put it in your terms.

— Minor alterations. "

Dumbledore put down William's "business plan", raised his teacup, and took a shallow sip.

"At least procedurally, you've done an impeccable job."

He sincerely praised.

"Thank you."

William took it without hesitation.

"But you know, land use at Hogwarts Castle, of any size, big or small, has to be scrutinized by the Board of Trustees - I don't think your club will satisfy them.

Especially considering the surnames of many school managers present, you may feel that they are not unfamiliar. "

Professor Dumbledore shook his head, showing regret.

"But maybe we have some wiggle room?"

The white wizard was very sincere, but William didn't believe a word that he would have nothing to do - if Dumbledore really wanted to refuse, then the reasons given would not be so reasonable.

"Sometimes, I always think about whether there are certain problems with our direct sorting method.

Slytherin House would regret not having you, Mr. Buffalo. "

Dumbledore laughed out loud.

"I rarely see you like this in Ravenclaw. After they are rejected, they often leave directly, and then secretly make their own set somewhere. Or rack their brains, desperately I want to find a reason that I can no longer refuse."

"The hat asked me, but I didn't say yes."

William also took a sip of tea.

It's a bit cold, but it's still not good.

But he knew that the matter had been negotiated.

"You know, though normally Hogwarts land use needs to be approved by the Board of Trustees.

But I thought, if there is an honorary alumnus, be generous enough to donate a bench to the castle."

The chair Dumbledore was talking about was naturally a chair—as for honorary alumni, William believed that Heisenberg was a good choice.

"I, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, lent him the 10 square feet of land where the bench is, and even the school board cannot object."

The white wizard's words stopped here.

But William already understood what he meant.

"After that, the honorary alumnus transferred the right to use the land to a club established by young wizards that he was very optimistic about, and the activities of this club would involve transfiguration and spells."

As for why there is a hole the size of a Quidditch field in the ten-square-foot underground?

Do not ask.

The question is a spell error during club activities.

Accidentally typed it out.

"Professor, it is also a pity that you do not become a businessman."

William sincerely praised.

"But William, you have to agree to at least two of my requests before I agree to the donation from that honorary alumnus."

Dumbledore sat up straight, put his hands on the edge of the table, lowered his head slightly, and met William's gaze.

"You can also think of them as my two requests:

Never do anything that is beyond your ability or without sufficient assurance.And please treat it like a real club, like you just promised me. "

"Of course, Professor."

William nodded in agreement.

"Then why don't you tell your friends the good news? I think they must be impatient too, aren't they? In my impression, Hagrid has never been good at waiting."

Dumbledore stood up, came over to William, and escorted him out of the office.

"By the way, William, if you don't mind... can you tell me how you plan to dig out this space? Even if you use blasting spells and transfiguration all the way, I don't think it will be easy for a few little wizards finished work."

Before closing the door, the white wizard asked casually - to be honest, Dumbledore was indeed a little curious.

"Of course, I blow on an oil lamp wrapped in oil paper and hidden in the sewer for 50 years, and I made a wish to the Di Jing who appeared
Just kidding, you'll know when the time comes. "

William made a joke that only he in the world could understand, bid farewell to Professor Dumbledore and left - then turned around and went to the Room of Requirement.

Before putting forward his "business plan", he had already consulted with the white wizard on how to properly freeze these snake eggs, so that they would not lose their vitality soon, but also would not burn the surrounding area to nothing.

"What you should do, is to build a rune array that confers more magic than runewords, with the more specific rules at the top, indicating that ice is its attribute. Then, representing the delay, the limit sticks to the ice , as its definition."

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore unfurls runes in the air as smoke and connects them with invisible silver chains—but unlike William had previously known, the White Wizard adjusts the meaning of each rune.

"Represents the twelve months of a year, completely depicting it, and revolving around other runes-this in the language of runes, represents eternity."

Dumbledore explained, and after making sure William understood, he raised his wand sharply.

Under Dumbledore's action, the three runes maintained their existing structure and were pressed into a teacup on the tray.

"Just put it on the ground, inject magic, and it can create a circular frozen area-the more magic you inject, the larger it will be."

The white wizard handed the teacup to William and said.

"What about its duration?"

William played with this teacup - it seemed to be the same as other teacups from the outside, except that three small runes and thin shiny silver threads could be seen on the inner wall.

"Oh, of course you'll know then."

Dumbledore replied with a blink of an eye.

"That old bee."

William had to admit that in terms of spells, Dumbledore's level was astonishing - he casually made an array of runes that was more profound than the rune language he knew, stuffed it in the bottom of a teacup and handed it over.

"I need an empty room."

He circled three times before the tapestry.

A shiny door appeared in the wall.

At the same time, in the principal's office not far from him, Dumbledore sat back in the high-back chair with a tired face, and took a deep breath.

"If I didn't know a little about ancient runes, I would really think that you are as relaxed as you looked just now."

Phineas mocked Dumbledore and said:
"You can directly agree to him, or you can refuse him, instead of talking nonsense about the school board - those guys don't even dare to look at you, what would they say?
And who is he, a little wizard from that savage land, why would he dare to dig a hole under Hogwarts to do that."

"If you knew, you wouldn't be the most hated headmaster, Phineas."

Another voice interrupted Phineas' tirade - it was Everard, one of the most respected headmasters in Hogwarts history.

"Dumbledore was right."

A female voice joins the conversation.

"But I don't think it's a good idea for you to lend him that land."

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　　Can anyone guess how to dig the hole?
　　10 square feet is almost 1 square meter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)