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Chapter 394, Section 392: The Pukchi Tribe
"Sharing knowledge—something no wizard has ever done to Pukch except for Lady Iso Sel."

Because of her generosity, our Pukchi tribe had the opportunity to grow stronger.

Hopefully you know that, no matter where you are, it is forbidden to carry a wand.

All the fairies were stripped of their right to use wands.

This was the result of the defeat in the war.

More importantly, after the war, Pukch's knowledge was disrupted, and it couldn't possibly be any more vast than before.

Will said, his voice trembling.

First of all, Sheen fully understands the importance of the wand to wizards, or even to "humans," the magical creatures.

It is the culmination of wizarding wisdom and the most widely used, exquisite, and practical magical tool in the magical world.

"The prohibition of wand use" was a restriction imposed by wizards on the entire fairy race after the war, and it was also an important reason why the fairies lost their right to initiate war.

This point is subtly hinted at in "The History of Magic".

Secondly, regarding knowledge and wisdom.

The views of the Pukchites were completely in line with those of Sheen—this was the greatest reliance of "human beings".

As the butler spoke, Sheen listened attentively and secretly wrote down what he said.

This scene, when witnessed by the butler, only aroused its greater joy.

The good news is that Mr. Green is a kind-hearted wizard;

The even better news is that Mr. Green is extremely passionate about magic and is exceptionally skilled at it.

"Lord William said that only powerful wizards possess great wisdom, but most of them do not share it and are mostly 'madmen'."

Finding a powerful wizard who isn't completely insane is extremely difficult, and there's an even more challenging prerequisite for achieving that.

Will blew his nose with the corner of his butler's uniform.

"what?"

Sheen waited until it calmed down a bit before asking.

"Oh, there's an interesting story that's widely circulated among humans. Do you know how one can marry a duke?"
This was before he became a duke, when he was still a lowly guard.

Will said.

Its intelligence was clearly somewhat unexpected by Sheen.

He had to adjust his gaze and tell himself again.

This is a magical world as ancient as civilization itself, where the accumulated wisdom is like an endless array of stars.

"So you chose me, your little 'guard'?"

Seeing that it seemed a little dazed, Sheen made a little joke, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"Oh! How can you say that!"

Will frantically tried to explain, but his voice drifted away into the softly falling snow outside the window.

Sheen gradually came to understand the way the European fairy Pukki lived.

After some of them participated in the war, some Pukchi within the tribe changed their views on wizards.

This part of the Pukchi believes that wizards are stronger than the Pukchi community because there are exceptionally outstanding individuals among the wizards.

They cite examples—for instance, in the distant Merlin era, the ancient Pukki didn't dare to show their faces at all.

Another example is Albus Dumbledore in modern times.

To avoid being captured by wizards and subjected to horrific experiments, the Pukki began another plan while in hiding.

Since exceptionally talented individuals can emerge among wizards, it seems only natural to attach oneself to such individuals.

Unfortunately, the last individual like this was Grindelwald, the leader of the Mughal Party, who looked down on Muggles, let alone the Pukchers, whom he could wipe out single-handedly. Even more unfortunately, the next individual like this will be Voldemort…

The Pukchi suffered heavy losses.

Sheen suddenly remembered something. In his near-term plan, it was precisely because Voldemort looked down on creatures like fairies that Pukki could be of some help to him.

He directed the quill to secretly transcribe the secret history of magical creatures, and at least Sheen knew there was one person who was particularly willing to listen.

Soon after, Sheen will be visiting his old Hufflepuff senior.

After all, he has already made cat and leopard cookies, and the next magical creature is obviously still in Mr. Newt's box.

……

"So, can you help me practice the cat-leopard magic?"

Sheen asked softly.

"With pleasure, Mr. Green!"

Will straightened his back.

After a relatively short period of exploration, Sheen confirmed his guess: he indeed could not apply too strong astral projection.

He can now only barely read the other person's emotions and fleeting thoughts.

For example, the butler, Pukchi, is filled with thoughts of "For the glory of Pukchi!" and feelings of respect.

As for reaching the level of the Confusion Charm and the Forgetfulness Charm, that's something a "young cat-leopard" simply cannot do.

But Sheen was not discouraged; on the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit.

Once the cat-and-leopard biscuits are displayed on the panel, the speed at which the proficiency level changes is no longer determined by the difficulty of the magic itself.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart, who had just recovered from a serious illness, announced:
"As everyone knows, something amazing has happened at the school. More importantly, oh, thanks to the tremendous efforts of the Hogwarts doctors, and with my own great wisdom, you have gained the wondrous me."

I'm preparing some surprises, but I can't say more right now. However, I believe I'm quite confident..."

He tapped his nose again and strode away.

By breakfast on February 14th, everyone knew how Lockhart had boosted morale.

Harry had been practicing Quidditch late the night before, so he was sleep-deprived and arrived at the Great Hall a little late.

For a moment, he thought he had gone to the wrong door. The four walls were covered with large, dazzling pink flowers.

To make matters worse, heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling.

Harry walked toward the Gryffindor table, where Ron sat with a mocking expression, and Hermione seemed to be chuckling to herself.

Harry was very puzzled and followed Hermione's gaze. A large banner was strung across their long table, which read:

[Sincere thanks to Mr. Grimm for his valiant fight in the Chamber of Secrets. Your caring teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.]

Below the banner is a picture of a dejected Sheen.

"this--"

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Sheehan swept over with a look of helplessness they had never seen before, and Harry immediately changed his tune:

"How is this going?"

Harry asked the question while sitting down, suppressing a laugh, and brushed the confetti that had fallen on his bacon.

Ron pointed to the teachers' table, clearly too happy to speak.

Lockhart, dressed in a bright pink robe that matched the decorations, waved to quiet everyone.

(End of this chapter)