This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 273 Back to School
“What a miracle…”

Mr. Weasley said with some nostalgia, "I couldn't do it again."

There is absolutely no falsehood in this statement.

Alchemical machines and alchemical life are two completely different concepts - there is no doubt that the car is alive.

A living creature that needed neither alchemical oil nor gasoline, had emotions of its own, could move on its own, and occasionally appeared in the Forbidden Forest - judging from the number of times Hagrid had described it, if it wasn't alive it would have run out of energy and stopped there long ago.

If Mr. Weasley could have replicated it, the wizarding world's automobile assembly line would have been built long ago, and the pure-bloods would have frantically pushed for legislation to allow such modifications - just like Sirius' motorcycle.

“What a pity…”

"Yeah, that's a shame."

Mr. Weasley, who is middle-aged and no longer obsessed with fishing or charger sockets, sighed, "Anyway, it's enough to continue disassembling and modifying - do you have any electrical appliances that you would recommend?"

"A typewriter, Mr. Weasley—preferably one with automatic typing, not requiring electricity, a delicate mechanism. Even if it's more difficult, a printer would be a good choice..."

"You are a practical person, no doubt."

Mr. Weasley shook his head. "Well, the typewriter is also a good choice - at least it can be placed on the table in broad daylight to deceive Molly."

'It's better to promote it. When it's available in the market, I will propose that the school purchase it... It can improve efficiency a lot...'

The efficiency of the shorthand quill pen is really limited, but the typewriter is much better. Even the original one is easy to use. But why use the original one when you can modify it?

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After admiring the workshop of an alchemy master who was good at one subject, Andrew prepared to return to school the next day - thanks to the construction of the Floo network, he only had to go from the Weasleys' house to Hogsmeade.

During non-student holidays, it is open to the outside world.

After using it many times, he soon ignored the dizziness caused by use. He calmly poked his head out of the public fireplace and blended into the group of wizards.

After buying a bunch of snacks, he walked happily towards the school - he hadn't used magic for a week, and he was eager to do something with his wand.

'It seems that taking a break occasionally has some benefit to spellcasting, but the effect is limited.'

He occasionally stroked the wand, feeling the magic power and the slight warmth resonating with the wand, and even had a feeling that he could easily turn any object into a living thing.

However, both his solid knowledge of Transfiguration and his spellcasting experience told him that it was just an illusion caused by not casting spells for many days.

"Go around this and enter directly from the main entrance. Hagrid should be here... Otherwise I have to intercept the owl at the door and wait for someone to open the door - the protection system is too strict, which is also a problem... Hmm?"

He frowned.

He dodged to the side and a rope slid past the edge of his pocket, but then made a strange turn in mid-air and twisted towards its original target.

At the other end of the rope was a short, fat man with an untidy beard. He walked to the other side of the road as if he knew nothing, but he kept his eyes fixed on Andrew out of the corner of his eyes.

"what?"

When he found that the rope was out of his hand, he opened his mouth wide, then froze for a moment, and his hand went straight to the other end of his pocket.

'The wand!'

This word immediately popped up in Andrew's mind - damn it, are thieves in the magic world so hardcore? If stealing fails, they just use a spell?
With almost no hesitation, he reached for his wand, but was slightly stopped by the rope and slowed down. He had to give up the attack and hastily used an Shield Charm.

A red light flashed, but was deflected to the side by the armor spell that was activated in time. At the same time, a loud clanging sound rang in Andrew's ears.

"Damn it..."

He dodged and waved his wand, "Expelliarmus!"

But it was ineffective - although the opponent did not use the Iron Armor Spell, his body was as agile as a monkey.

And, 'Can I knock someone out if I hit them?'

He had deep doubts, waved his wand, and began to communicate with the land - sand emerged and began to wrap around the target's bowed legs.

"Bang!" The armor spell and the stun spell collided with each other, and Andrew felt his ears ringing - damn it, whose spell could catch up with that of an elite graduate?
But... caught...

There was no doubt about it—the sand had already covered half of him, reaching his calves.

Andrew even saw panic emerge on the other person's face - but it was no use.

He began to try to manipulate the sand to lock the opponent. At present, his magic power was no match for that of an adult wizard, but with the help of Transfiguration, the opponent's resistance...

One spell, two spells...

It was no use, the light flickered, but the sand was too stubborn to be affected - it was already up to my knees.

Andrew even had time to re-strengthen the somewhat weakened Shield Charm and give the Transfiguration more power again.

The opponent has completely given up attacking.

He began to use various methods on the sand without giving up.

'What the hell! '

Andrew was stunned—the vitality of the sand was blocked!

Before he could modify the communication method to make the magic work again, the opponent had already dodged and began to cast a suppressive spell with all his strength.

The spell suppression - the armor spell composed of transfiguration could not last long as Andrew had to focus on two things at once, so he had to concentrate on defense.

"Really... I'm suppressed by lack of magic power... If I were a fourth-year student, I could kill him even with the impact of the spell..."

He strengthened his Transfiguration and stared at the guy opposite him.

"You didn't even run away, but wanted to knock me out..."

'good…'

He began to move his left hand.

I started deciphering it before the holidays, and it’s usable now, but…

It can only be used for sneak attacks. Compared with the orthodox Transfiguration spell, it is too weak, and...

Too dangerous.

Not to him—but to others.

Because there is no wand to slow down the magic, and because it is cast by the wizard himself, the effect can even be described as fierce...

"Can't kill... target, hair..."

He suddenly raised his left hand, pointed it at the opponent while maintaining his own armor spell, and made an awkward gesture.

Just a flash.

Not even a spell was cast - or rather, the spell was extremely dim.

"There is no armor spell... it cannot be prevented..."

The opponent was originally suppressing the opponent arrogantly, but his hair began to twist strangely, growing, deforming, and wrapping around his neck like a poisonous snake, deadly and leaving no trace.

Then, the hair on both sides gathered at the neck, became thicker, and tightly bound it.

The rapid magical attack stopped almost immediately.

The opponent's left hand began to pull the hair on his neck, and his right hand tried to cast a spell, but suffocation was faster than magic.

"boom!"

But this time it was the sound of someone falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)