Let me show you a new way Chapter 227

In a daze, a sound seemed to echo.

“Old man, what do you mean…”

Blinding light flickered before his eyes, as if someone was waving at him.

“Are you trying to swindle me?”

Is this what they call heaven?

“What’s going on?”

Has his life already ended…

“Get up, you!”

Inside the cramped room, an elderly man lay on the floor, his body twitching uncontrollably. Then, the young man beside him extended his right hand, two fingers forming a sword, and poked a pressure point on the old man’s chest.

Lin Dong had learned this move from the protagonist, Xia Houwu, in the world of [One Man’s Martial Arts]. It was primarily used to clear congested qi and blood and relax tangled meridians.

With a single poke, Ollivander immediately let out a gasp and sat up from the floor, looking around in a daze, as if he had been transported to another world.

“What happened?” Ollivander looked at the messy surroundings, the scattered wand woods and core materials on the floor, and Lin Dong, who was squatting helplessly beside him.

“You read my book, and then you passed out…” Lin Dong curled his lips, expressing disdain for this guy’s psychological and physiological fortitude.

“Oh, alright! I’m sorry to have made a fool of myself…” Ollivander struggled to his feet, then pulled out his wand, tapped himself twice, and cast a few simple minor spells to alleviate his discomfort.

“I showed you my magic book, not a Cthulhu-esque Necronomicon. Don’t overreact, alright?” Lin Dong complained helplessly.

“I’m sorry, young man, but I’m a hundred years old this year. It’s unavoidable that my body isn’t what it used to be, isn’t it?” Ollivander retorted, not to be outdone, the two of them bantering back and forth like a crosstalk duo.

After Ollivander finished speaking, he himself laughed. He shook his head and used his wand to cast a repairing charm. The magical materials that had been knocked over when he fell slowly rewound as if time were flowing backward, reassembling into their boxes under the spell’s effect and returning to their original places.

“So, you showed me your magic book. Do you want to establish some sort of cooperation?” Ollivander thought for a moment, then used a Transfiguration spell to conjure a chair. The style of the chair was a Chinese imitation. He pushed it towards Lin Dong, inviting him to sit down and discuss further.

“Partially for that reason, yes!” Lin Dong shrugged, silently observing the chair beside him. This chair was essentially a small fir wood cabinet, but under the effect of Transfiguration, the fir wood cabinet had transformed into a jujube wood chair, complete with intricate carvings. It was clear that Ollivander must have seen such chairs before.

Lin Dong didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down in the chair, beginning to explain his purpose for coming here. Ollivander also sat in his usual work chair, wearing his glasses and listening carefully to Lin Dong’s words.

“I come from a branch of the British magical system. They left this land approximately a thousand years ago, traveled across the world, and finally settled in America sixty years ago.” Lin Dong slowly introduced the background he had fabricated. However, despite being fabricated, Lin Dong had invested a large number of karma points into this identity. If anyone were to investigate, they could indeed find this information, because the Main God had truly embedded this background into the history of this world. It could be said that this information was real.

“And I inherited these magical abilities, along with some assets…” Lin Dong said with a shrug, looking like a nouveau riche parvenu.

Of course, if Lin Dong’s words were spoken in front of someone with a fragile mind and who was also poor, it might hurt their feelings. But there was no need to worry about that in front of Ollivander.

Ollivander himself was not poor. Apart from anything else, his surname alone was a symbol of quality for wands in Britain. Almost all British wizards bought their wands from Ollivander’s shop.

Especially this generation’s Ollivander, he himself was extremely talented and particularly interested in wands. As a true Wand Master, his wands followed a path of small profits but quick turnover.

The fact that everyone in Britain used his wands was not just an honor; it was also the result of his countless hours of diligent work. Theoretically, if Ollivander chose to craft exclusive, custom-made wands for wealthy individuals, he could easily make enough money to live comfortably for half a year from a single order.

But he didn’t. As a master, Ollivander was very approachable, and the labor cost for making wands was as low as it could possibly be.

The main reason was that he genuinely wasn’t short on money, and he had a heartfelt love for wands. He wanted more people to use his wands; that was the greatest praise for him.

This was also why Lin Dong came to Ollivander. Gregorovitch, another European wand master, was notoriously elusive. Although his wand-making skills were equally superb, his output was far inferior to that of Ollivander, the workaholic.

“I learned these magical abilities and innovated upon these ancient spells, creating more interesting new magics. But I don’t want to be the only one to possess them, to hoard them, and then take them to my grave when I die.” Lin Dong said with a sigh, his eyes filled with concern for the nation and its people, as if he wished to bring peace to all generations.

“My lineage is not a pure-blood wizarding family. It’s more like a school of thought. I am Muggle-born, but my mentor passed on all his knowledge to me without reservation.” Lin Dong said, lowering his head slightly, appearing to mourn his predecessors. His voice even carried a hint of imperceptible choked emotion, as if he grieved for his mentor’s passing.

If his teacher, Balthazar, knew these words, he would probably strike this ungrateful disciple down with a lightning bolt.

“But new knowledge should not be something hoarded by a single family. It should be something broader, more expansive.” Lin Dong said, suddenly raising his head. Tears shimmered in his eyes, and his dark pupils appeared so bright, so dazzling. His realistic acting could easily earn him two Oscars.

“We do not lose knowledge by sharing it; on the contrary, when we share knowledge with each other, we will gain twofold knowledge.”

“That is my purpose. To make knowledge no longer a family’s private possession, but a common wealth for all wizards.”

Lin Dong looked at Ollivander, like a protagonist from a shonen manga, his words carrying a powerful infectiousness. His persuasive speech directly ignited the long-dormant passion in the hundred-year-old man before him. That resounding determination, that selfless spirit, deeply moved the elderly man. Ollivander’s hands trembled as he looked at Lin Dong with excitement.

“Gasp…” The old man passed out again. Lin Dong was startled and immediately jumped up.

“What do you mean? Are you addicted to swindling people now?!” Before losing consciousness, Ollivander heard a language he didn’t understand, shouting loudly.