"That's incredible. I always thought this was my mother's secret. How did you know?" Tonks said.
"As long as you read more books, you'll be fine. I recommend you to read 'A Hundred Commonly Used Housework Spells'. The magic tricks introduced inside are more practical." Elwyn said. This was a magic book in Hermione's reading list, which he had flipped through before.
He was very interested in all kinds of small magic tricks, which could maximize the effectiveness of spells.
Elwyn originally planned to use statistical reasoning to find the rules and apply it to other spells.
He had already figured out many techniques, but it was still in the early stages of exploration.
"Reading more books is really helpful, but I can't get into it." Tonks said, slamming the lid of the box shut. She pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage and chanted "Clean it up." The few feathers and feces inside disappeared.
"This is much better. To be honest, I've never been very good at these kinds of housework spells. Okay, Harry, did you bring everything? Suitcase? Crucible? Broom? Wow! Crossbow arrows? "
Her eyes fell on the flying broom in Harry's right hand, and her eyes widened.
This was Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international standard flying broom.
"Sirius gave it to me …" Harry said hesitantly.
From Elwyn's explanation, he knew that Tonks and Sirius were relatives, and that she was his niece.
"The rich Blake family, this broom is worth my entire fortune, and I'm riding a Comet 260." Tonks said enviously. "Okay, let's go down. Hold your wand. Okay, the box is moving. "
Harry's box floated a few inches off the floor, and Tonks, holding her wand like a conductor's baton, let the box wobble in front of them across the room and out the door, carrying Hedwig's cage in her left hand.
Elwyn took Harry's crucible, and Harry followed her down the stairs with his broom.
When they returned to the kitchen, Moody had already installed the Magic Eye. The eye, which had been washed, spun so fast that it was disgusting.
Kingsley and Stogy were studying the microwave oven, and Hestera, who had been rummaging about in a drawer, had found a potato-peeler, and was laughing at it.
"We're leaving in about a minute. Blake wrote a letter to the Muggle family in the name of your godfather." Moody said, taking a letter from his breast pocket. "He mailed it just as he knew we were coming to pick you up. He had something to say to your aunt and uncle, to explain to them why you left, and to tell them not to worry."
"They won't worry. If they come back and find me gone, they'll only be happy," said Harry.
"I don't know what the Muggle family thinks," said Moody in a hoarse voice. His eyes fell on the wand that Harry had tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. "Don't stick that wand in there, Potter. What if it catches fire? You know, wizards who are more powerful than you have burned their own buttocks. "
"You know they burned their butts off?" Tonks asked with interest.
"None of your business. Just don't put the wand in your trouser pocket!" Said Mad-Eye angrily. "That's the basic rule of wand safety. No one cares about it now. I see. Come here, you two. I'm going to cast Apparition on you. "
Next, Moody cast Apparition on Elwyn and Harry.
His wand struck them both hard on the top of their heads, and it felt as if he had cracked an egg on their skulls, as if something cold had flowed into them from the spot where the wand had struck.
Elwyn saw that he and Harry had turned into human-shaped chameleons. The color and texture of their bodies became the same as the kitchen equipment behind them.
Before they came here, Moody had cast Apparition on him once.
Elwyn was sure that Mad-Eye did not hit them hard. He must be angry about Harry's wand.
Moody looked sullen as he led them out to the beautiful lawn.
Harry was studying the flying broom in Elwyn's hand. It was not a style that could be found on the market. It looked a bit like the ancient broom he had seen in the Flying Broom Care Manual. It had a spell to keep it clean and had a silver light on it.
The others were studying the fire crossbow in Harry's hand. They were not stingy with their words of praise and envy.
Elwyn was also studying the flying broom. From the amazed and envious looks of the people around him, he suddenly realized that making flying brooms was a very profitable and high-end industry with a bright future.
He had never studied this field before. He thought that only young wizards were interested in flying brooms, but now it seemed that was not the case.
Flying brooms were also very attractive to adult wizards. They were willing to pay more for a broom and had the ability to do so.
As the main means of transportation for wizards, flying brooms were like cars in the world of magic in the Muggle World.
The Sweep series was a local British brand. Although it was still the mainstream in the market, it was declining and could not be seen abroad. The mainstream flying brooms included the Comet series, Meteor series, Silver Arrow series, Nimbus series, and Fire Crossbow series. They were all produced in other European countries, mainly in the United States, France, Germany, and Spain.
An idea suddenly came to Elwyn. Because of the advertising revenue from the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper, the profit share of the shop in Diagon Alley, the rewards from the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, and the looting of Zosah's treasury, he now had a lot of money in his hands. Instead of letting it sit idle, he might as well use it to build a flying broom factory.
The money would be enough to cover the cost of product development and production. Elwyn also had a few good ideas, including using alchemy to speed up the process and improve safety.
If it was successful, it would be a unique flying broom on the market, even better than the Fire Crossbow.
Elwyn was confident that his broom brand could be spread all over the world. He planned to discuss it with Hermione when he got back and start implementing it as soon as possible.
"Clear night sky!" Moody mumbled. His magic eye scanned the sky while his normal eye stared at Harry. "We'll fly forward in a tight formation. You two kids stay in the middle. No matter what, don't break the formation, understand? If anyone among us is killed … "
"Is that possible?" Harry asked worriedly, but Moody ignored him.
"The rest of you, keep flying forward. Don't stop. Don't break the formation. You can use magic if necessary. Elwyn, follow Harry closely and do your best to protect him. If they kill all of us, you'll be the only one left alive. Harry, and the follow-up guards, be ready to take over at any time. Keep flying east, and they will meet up with you. "
"Don't be so excited, mad-eye. Otherwise, he'll think that we're not serious." Tonks said as she tied Harry's chest, crucible and Hedwig's cage to a sling hanging from her broom.
"I'm just telling the kid the plan." Moody snapped. "Our job is to escort him to the headquarters safely. If we die on the way..."
"No one's going to die," said Kingsley Sharkle in a low, conciliatory voice.
"Harry, can you carry me with a crossbow?" Elwyn thought for a moment and said, "You know, I'm not good at riding broomsticks. Also, if anything happens later, I can take you with me as a phantom. It's better to be discovered by the Ministry of Magic than to be killed, right?"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
