Chapter 255 Why do I want to say hum hum? (Ch 255)

“Even explosions. After all, we all know how mischievous wizards’ magic is. Hogwarts has so many little wizards like you. Your scattered magic can give rise to a ghost thing like Peeves. So it is very reasonable for you to have terrorist attacks every now and then when you are at work.”

“After all, that kind of thing happens all the time in the Ministry of Magic.”

“Secondly, by using powerful magic, we can also create a similar automated assembly line. However, I noticed that many sophisticated alchemical equipment or potions are very sensitive to magic, so relying purely on magic is not advisable.”

Kaysen wrote these two points on the blackboard.

“And now, I have found a new method that can free the wizard’s hands. I originally called this method mechanical power, but I don’t think this name is particularly magical, so I call it magic transmission.”

Kaisen took out a few small gears and said, “We just need to assemble them like this…”

“Oh, and don’t forget to give them some little details, by the way.”

Boom….Boom…..

“What happened?” Professor McGonagall, who was speaking to Dumbledore in the headmaster’s office, asked in confusion.

“Oh, who knows? Although I don’t know what happened, I know exactly who made this noise.” Dumbledore shrugged.

On the other hand, Kaisen returned to the office after class and looked at the materials that Grindelwald had helped translate and felt envious. He didn’t know how many languages ​​the old man knew. He couldn’t compare with him in this aspect. Because of his Chinese foundation in his previous life, he was almost mistaken for a mute in the first few years after he traveled through time as a child. Fortunately, hard work can make up for lack of talent.

This also reflects Kaisen’s daunting language talent, which is basically no different from Shet’s… Even until now, he only knows… two and a half languages.

Before he could sit down and take a closer look at the information about the Soul Branch, a little wizard stood in front of him.

“Find a chair and sit down, Arthur… uh, I always feel your name is a bit strange, because the gentleman from the Weasley family is also called Arthur.” Kaisen looked up and said.

“You can call me Morgan, I’m not picky.” Arthur shrugged.

“Then let’s go with Arthur. Anyway, you two didn’t show up at the same time. What’s the matter?”

“Professor, what’s the use of that alchemical doll you demonstrated to us in class, which was made of gears and could understand human language, had no magic dissipation, and could do repetitive and precise work?” Arthur asked directly.

“Automation? In fact, it doesn’t require that level of sophistication. I’m just showing off my skills to you. To really use it, you just need to let it do one or two very simple things.” Kaisen answered casually.

“I mean, Professor, why does the wizarding world need such high productivity? This is what I really wonder.” Arthur asked.

“Well, they are still useful. For example, the wands you use contain a device called tracer. They are made of undead wood fibers. The magic power of these fibers fluctuates widely. Before they are processed, they can cause power plants thousands of miles away to malfunction for no reason. That is why they are used as tracers and become one of the means by which the Ministry of Magic monitors young wizards like you.”

“And it’s also very difficult to extract this trace thread. Its magic radiation range is too large. Muggle mechanical equipment can’t use it, and magic can’t be used directly. Because although the magic radiation of the trace thread has a wide range, its intensity is low. If it is directly hit by other magic, it will be useless and become ordinary wood fiber.”

“So the only way to make that thing is to use a knife to cut it into small wooden strips, and then use a hammer to smash out the fibers. This so-called magic transmission does just that.”

“It should help people make money, so that they have time and energy to write poetry and paint, rather than trying to do high-end things right away… that’s useless.”

After Kaisen spoke a long string of words, he picked up the water glass and took a sip to moisten his throat.

“In that case, wouldn’t those who originally made a living by making trace silk fibers have no way to make a living?” asked Arthur.

“The truth is so cruel, which is why we have to improve ourselves… and the fact is that no one can make a living by making this thing. I have been to Ollivander’s workshop. That’s his apprentice’s job… the kind that doesn’t get paid.” Kaisen replied.

“……………If I want to build a factory after I graduate…………Professor, which one do you think it should be?” Arthur asked.

“You may not necessarily build a factory. Maybe you will find a farm to grow mangoes.” Kaisen said subconsciously.

“Huh?” Arthur asked in confusion.

“Oh, it’s nothing, your name sounds like another friend of mine.” Kaisen waved his hand.

“Which Weasley?”

“No, his last name is Morgan too.”

“Okay Professor………..what about my question?”

“That depends on how well you learn. For example, if you have Severus’s skills in brewing potions, you can even use this thing to mass-produce Felixir… I think.” Kaisen did not forget to put on a piece of armor when he said this.

“Professor, why do you sound so…………..unconfident?”

“Because I don’t know Potions…My first year at Hogwarts, your Professor Snape told me not to put my limited energy into Potions, so it’s obvious that I don’t have any talent for it.” Kaisen shrugged.

“So… Professor… am I right in understanding that learning magic transmission is not very useful?” Arthur asked.

“If everyone makes progress, that is collective progress, not individual progress. It’s just that no one compares with you, but in fact, you have indeed made progress.” Kaisen subconsciously fed him a mouthful of chicken soup.

“Okay…so I can only make sure I don’t fall behind…” Arthur sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“I can only say that you are better than most people.” Kaisen stood up and encouraged.

“Uh-huh………………….Why should I say uh-huh?”