chsdbacks Chapter 271 The Old Demon Bowers
Chapter 271 The Old Demon Bowers
Chapter 271 The Old Demon Bowers
As the oldest fairy in the European fairy community, Rory Powers usually only takes care of newborns in the community, teaching them how to run a business and how to bring the Galon and treasures that originally belonged to the fairies back into the arms of the fairies.
At the moment the tragedy occurred, he was eating hot pot and singing as usual, inspecting the newborns in the fairy settlement.
When the news arrived, he was completely dumbfounded—what did it mean that all the young and strong goblins in Gringotts around the world had been wiped out in one fell swoop!
The wizards' economic losses were not within Bowers' consideration. In the eyes of the fairies, wizards were a group of despicable thieves who had stolen the right to use wands, stolen the fairies' artwork, and stolen the supreme status of the wizarding world.
What angered the fairy was that these despicable thieves refused to hand over the murderer, instead making all sorts of excuses and refusing to send anyone to investigate or arrest him!
A dignified fairy can't even get the protection of the law!
Bowles had no choice but to step forward and write to wizards who were associated with fairies. After his letters went unanswered, he went even further and visited them in person.
"How can you say that? How can you not help the fairies? How can you wizards not help the fairies?"
He was furious because everything the wizards had received was given to them by the fairies, yet the wizards showed no gratitude! In the fairy tales, everything the fairies possessed was divine, and all gifts were promised by the gods. These wizards were disobeying the will of the fairy god!
"Bowles, I'll say it again, I'm just an ordinary professor, and I'm not close to the goblins. I have no reason to help the goblins question the International Wizarding Federation or the various Ministries of Magic."
Even the usually good-natured Flitwick was almost laughing at this shameless old goblin who had been brainwashed by ancient goblin legends.
"No, no, no, Flitwick, you're no ordinary professor." Bowles grinned slyly, as if victory was assured. "You're a professor at Hogwarts, and many of your students are renowned figures. All you have to do is say a few words, and the goblins' predicament will be solved. All the goblins will be grateful to you."
He exclaimed loudly and exaggeratedly, "This is the fairy's way of expressing gratitude!"
He was moved by his own actions, and for once, he used the wizards' common practice of putting himself in others' shoes and thinking from their perspective. He was so excited by the "fairies' gratitude" that he couldn't contain himself.
Flitwick couldn't resist the urge to curse: "Get out!"
Bowers' mood plummeted from heaven to hell; he couldn't understand how anyone could refuse to invite a fairy to express their gratitude.
He was still thinking of trying to persuade them, but he found that Flitwick's face was so ugly that it scared the fairy, so he had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
As he walked out of the Charms professor's office, he saw someone—the person he had come all this way hoping to get help from.
He was just about to approach the child and use his fairy skills to persuade him with his exquisite language, making the child understand that not helping the fairy would make him a sinner in the entire magical world.
But then he saw Ryan walk straight into the Charms professor's office without even glancing at him, as if he hadn't seen the old goblin at his feet at all.
"The wizard bank, which belongs to the wizards themselves, will soon be completed. At that time, Professor Flitwick will definitely be troubled by some shameless goblins. I've come here to ask if we need to deal with this problem in advance."
It seemed to be Ryan talking to himself.
But upon hearing these words, Bowles was terrified, trembling and unable to speak. He felt that coming to Hogwarts for help was the first mistake he had ever made in his goblin life, like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
He stumbled downstairs, his legs trembling.
Because he wasn't watching where he was going and was running in a panic, he accidentally stepped on something and tripped over it with a thud.
It appeared to be a short man with gray hair and bald patches—he could roughly make out the shape of the person who tripped him as he tumbled down the stairs.
The Charms professor's office.
"It seems the professor has run into some distant relatives he has never spoken to before."
Ryan sat down and noticed that Flitwick wasn't in much interest.
Flitwick shook his head: "Just some trivial matters. I'm just a scholar, just a professor; those goblins' worries have nothing to do with me."
Since Flitwick had let the matter drop and didn't pursue it further, Ryan naturally didn't want to spoil the mood, so he stated his purpose for coming: "Professor, how's the prototype of the spell we discussed at the meeting coming along?"
"Progress is not going very well. Even with the help of Dumbledore and that person, we have encountered great difficulty in filling in the spells one by one."
When it came to serious matters, Flitwick shook his head even more vigorously. A spell genius like him had finally encountered a formidable opponent. He could create many spells in a flash of inspiration, but now, even after he, Dumbledore, and Gale had flashed their inspirations many times, they still hadn't been able to perfect this spell.
He sighed and asked, "How's the structure of your large-scale magic storage device—that is, your wizard tower?"
Upon hearing this, Ryan also hung his head in dejection: "Just the castle of Hogwarts alone would take me a very, very long time to break the spells within, not to mention that I also need to conduct research on Beauxbatons."
The stark contrast between their beautiful fantasies and the harsh reality diminished the ambitions of both the master and his apprentice.
He said, "Compared to us, Penelope's progress is much faster. She has already completed the enchanting of Muggle weapons. You could say she is the pioneer of mass-produced enchanting in the factory. The only delay is in the big weapon experiments, where the data in the calculations has been incorrect."
"Penelo is very talented," Flitwick said. Before the Adventurers' Club was even established, Peneno had already discussed similar issues with him, and at that time Peneno was able to come up with many brilliant ideas.
Now, Penelope has put these ideas into practice with great skill and success, making her a pioneer in establishing her own school of thought.
The two talked about magic for a long time. They discussed everything from their respective research topics to the subdivision of the discipline, and then to which areas of magic, which have expanded into various fields, are worth investing heavily in.
Currently, their magical abilities are barely at the same level, so both can benefit greatly from each other's words.
If it were a normal day, Gail, Dumbledore, and Flitwick would find it a bit difficult for Flitwick to keep up with the former two's thinking.
When facing Ryan, only exchanges and interactions between people of equal skill levels will be truly appropriate.
Ryan felt the same way. Now, when he discussed magic with the deans, it wasn't a one-sided crushing victory anymore. In terms of magical knowledge, they were roughly evenly matched, with him at 40% and the deans at 60%.
The two chatted happily until night fell.
They originally planned to go to the school's underground kitchen together to catch up with their house-elves and ask them to prepare a dinner for them to eat and chat.
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore's silver phoenix appeared before them once again: "Felius, I need you to come here for something, and Ryan, you come here too."