Hogwarts Card System Chapter 247

Chapter 245: Scabbers is a Silly Rat

The Room of Requirement.

This was now the six-person group’s new secret base.

Ever since the Chamber of Secrets incident last year, when the professors had practically swept the entire school, Ted had moved their secret base here.

He had exploited a loophole to gain a bit of access, allowing only the six of them to open the door to their secret base.

It required them to use their own magic to construct their arcane sigils, creating a super password door that no one else could open.

Of course, this didn’t mean the Room of Requirement was theirs forever.

It simply meant that the specific door leading from the Room of Requirement’s entrance into their secret base could only be opened by them.

Other young wizards, if they knew this secret or stumbled upon the Room of Requirement, could still enter the storerooms filled with junk or the toilets with rows of gleaming golden commodes.

It was like a “dungeon door” that only the six of them could open to access their exclusive instance.

At this moment, Ted was conducting an experiment inside the secret base.

The enormous curved experimental table was formed directly from a tree trunk so large it would take two people to embrace it, giving it a very stylish look.

Across from the experimental table stood a clay head, a one-armed stone figure, and a jade figurine.

Ted’s current experiment was related to magical golems and puppets.

On the experimental table were various magical woods, metals, stones, and jade materials, numbering twenty or thirty different kinds. This was after he had already eliminated two batches, leaving only the more suitable materials.

With his hand pressed on an alchemy array, a brilliant blue light enveloped the experimental materials in the center.

“No! Rowan wood has good magical adaptability, but its properties are too biased, and its strength and secondary modification capabilities are poor. Eliminate!”

Ted stared at the materials in front of him, verbally dictating the experiment process and results for the automatic quill to record in his experimental notes, while simultaneously pondering.

He felt that he had thought too simply before.

The field of magical golems, or rather, mechanical puppets, was quite profound.

It made sense when you thought about it; these things might have been the accompanying soldiers buried with the First Emperor. Could they be ordinary goods?

Ted had been researching for several days now, but he had already encountered over a dozen problems just in the first step of material selection.

Just as the automotive industry is a measure of a country’s comprehensive industrial level,

Golemetry was also a comprehensive discipline, involving too many knowledge points and magical categories.

Ted had initially thought he could simply follow a template, deform some materials, carve magical runes, perhaps add a bit of magical engineering, ensure it conformed to mechanical dynamics, and then insert a magical power core to create a basic golem.

What was the result? He found he seemed to have to light up the entire magical tech tree!

“Ugh~ This is tough!” Ted sighed, and the door behind him opened.

“What are you doing? We haven’t seen you for days.”

Harry strode in boldly, tossed Crookshanks onto the sofa, and then threw herself onto the sofa as well.

Then, with a flick of her hand, a bottle of soda flew into her grasp. With a touch of her finger, frost appeared on the glass bottle, turning it into an ice-cold soda.

Now, her friends were also starting to learn some of the “exclusive magic” Ted had taught them.

At least, Harry and Hermione were learning these basic ice-element spells quite smoothly.

As for the other three, it was better not to mention them.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp! Burp~~~” A loud burp, and Harry declared herself satisfied.

Ron also chugged a drink: “Ah~ Muggle drinks are still the best. I can’t drink pumpkin juice anymore.”

The friends practically treated this place as a paradise, with food, drinks, and entertainment, living in utmost comfort.

Only Hermione still remembered to care for Ted: “What were you doing just now? Why the sighing?”

She also placed Meowth on the floor, and Meowth immediately jumped onto the experimental table, hugging a shiny brass casting and rubbing against it.

And the Growlithe, Didi, was very well-behaved, sitting obediently by Neville’s feet, observing everything around him.

“I was experimenting with materials. There are too many possibilities. Bio-chemical-environmental engineering is indeed a bottomless pit… Never mind, I won’t talk about it!” Ted interrupted himself.

He couldn’t very well say he had gone on a midnight raid and brought back the First Emperor’s jade centurion, could he?

“By the way, did you bring Scabbers?” Ted asked Ron.

At the sound of this, something in Ron’s jacket pocket twitched.

Ron: “I brought him…”

He pulled Scabbers out of his pocket. Scabbers struggled in his hand, which immediately caught the attention of most of the pets in the secret base.

Ansu looked down from the shelves on the ceiling, Meowth on the table glanced, then continued rubbing the shiny brass, Didi tilted his head, watching this silly rat…

Crookshanks on the sofa, however, became quite agitated. He leaped directly onto Ron’s lap, his eyes wide and fixed on Scabbers, his nose twitching incessantly, showing great interest.

At this moment, even Crookshanks’ flat, accident-prone-looking face seemed to become serious.

Ron quickly held Scabbers above his head and shooed Crookshanks away: “Go on! You can’t eat Scabbers!”

Harry on the side rolled her eyes, continuing to sprawl out on the sofa in a “big” shape, occupying a vast amount of space, “Don’t worry, I already told him not to eat dirty things.”

Ron: …

Scabbers: …

Ron looked at Ted: “You insisted I bring Scabbers. I don’t think he likes this environment much.”

Ted walked over and patted his shoulder: “Didn’t I tell you? This is to foster friendship among pets. You don’t want Scabbers to be out of touch with the others, do you?”

“Don’t worry, our pets are all very smart. How could they possibly harm Scabbers? Am I right?”

Ansu on the ceiling retracted his head: Eating one rat is barely enough to get stuck in my teeth. Why wouldn’t I eat two pounds of beef instead?

Meowth was still rubbing the shiny brass piece, not even sparing a glance for that silly rat.

Didi, on the other hand, nodded very steadily, indicating that he wouldn’t meddle.

Even Little Soft, at the edge of the table, consuming discarded materials it couldn’t use, trembled twice (nodded).

It belonged to the type that couldn’t recognize itself; it was only capable of being harmed.

The pet get-together was quite successful.

After observation and testing, Ted was very satisfied with his experimental results—the Pokémon creation plan was very successful.

Although he didn’t yet know how much of their original setting abilities Didi and Meowth could inherit, at least their magical development speed was very fast.

Just based on their magical level, they would definitely be 4X-level magical creatures in the future.

And both were very intelligent. Didi, needless to say, if he could talk, Ted would have considered recommending him to audit classes at Hogwarts.

As Ron put it: Didi is so smart, I feel like if he could hold a wand, he’d learn spells faster than me.

If it weren’t for Didi’s paws not being as nimble as Meowth’s, unable to grip a quill, Ron would have wanted him to help with his homework!

And Meowth had already learned to count, and even addition, subtraction, and multiplication were almost mastered.

And it really knew how to coax people!

The golden Galleon pattern on its forehead hinted at its greedy nature; it loved shiny things.

If someone in Hermione’s dorm gave it a silver Sickle, Meowth would cuddle and act cute for ten minutes, honest and trustworthy.

And it now helped with chores, often cleaning the dorm, practically taking over the house-elves’ jobs.

Besides not being able to transform into a catgirl, it had virtually no flaws!

Ever since Hermione started keeping a cat at school, there had been many “meows” in the dorm. The problem was, it wasn’t the cat meowing~

A group of girls surrounded Meowth, scratching its back, petting it, meow, meow, meow~

Meowth: I am the most magical cat! That’s right, meow~

Finally, Ron looked left and right, and began to feel inferior again: Why does it seem like only my Scabbers is an idiot!

“Scabbers, stop struggling, they won’t hurt you.”

Scabbers: Not listening, not listening, you’re just chanting nonsense! Let me go, quickly let me go! I don’t want to stay here for another second~~~

He seemed completely unable to understand human speech.

This performance made Ron even more disheartened: Other people’s pets are so smart they’re almost earning money working outside, and you, damn it, can’t even understand a single human word! Why did I raise you, you useless rat!

Ted took Scabbers from Ron’s hand: “Don’t worry, he’s just a bit stressed. I’ll cast a spell to soothe him.”

Ted’s eyes suddenly lit up, and psychic energy began to work.

Scabbers froze, then gradually calmed down.

And a subtle, five-millimeter arcane mark appeared on the rat’s back, unnoticed by anyone.

The issue of Peter Pettigrew was almost ready to be resolved.

…

Divination class was on Friday evening, located in the North Tower, very close to the Ravenclaw Tower.

But because the house-elves served a new dish for dinner—Hogwarts Chicken Hotpot!

Ron enjoyed it so much that he boosted everyone else’s appetite.

As a result, the three of them fell asleep after dinner in their dorm and only woke up twenty minutes before Divination class.

On their communication books and two-way mirrors, Ted and the others had left dozens of messages, and several paper cranes had landed by their pillows.

But they still couldn’t wake the three of them up!

Twenty minutes, normally, would be enough.

But this was Hogwarts!

Here, if you were unlucky, you might not even reach the classroom in an hour!

And the three of them didn’t even know the way!

(End of this chapter)