RNP Chapter 203 A Sign of the Appearance of Magical Inscription
Chapter 203 A Sign of the Appearance of Magical Inscription
Chapter 203 A Sign of the Appearance of Magical Inscription
"This—" Hawke Green, who was so arrogant, was interrupted at this moment. His words, which had been flowing smoothly, became stammering, and his eyes rolled around uncontrollably because of his guilty conscience.
"What did you do?!"
Martin was absolutely certain that Hawke must have done something to make him believe that he could use magic to control and dominate the Muggle world!
Moreover, Hawk must have received positive feedback from the person whose spell was cast on him to be so confident.
Martin was already gripped by fear from his classmates' violation of confidentiality laws, and now that fear was growing stronger until it engulfed him. His vision went black, and he could no longer see how many people were in front of him. His ears were ringing, and he could no longer hear what the people in front of him were saying.
He felt it was all over.
Hawke is right, Martin is a smart man with good judgment.
That's how he came to understand just how stupid Hawke had been.
If one could easily control the Muggle world simply by possessing magic, even if truly virtuous and powerful wizards disdain it, wouldn't the ambitious figures in the wizarding world certainly use it?
It's obvious that those ambitious people can't do it!
Those ambitious people may be nothing in front of powerful wizards, but in front of them, these magic gold wizards are completely incomparably powerful wizards!
Even those ambitious people couldn't do it, so why does Hawke think he can control the Muggle world after only a few months of learning cat-like skills?
Some people feel cold and their minds go blank when faced with big events.
When faced with major events, some people's minds race, constantly pushing themselves to develop their potential and accomplishing things that were previously impossible.
Martin happens to belong to the latter category.
Normally, he wouldn't draw too much conclusions from Hawke's words and actions, only noticing that Hawke must have tried to control Muggles with magic.
But now he recalled Hawke's expression earlier, that expression when he spoke of controlling the Muggle world—so certain, so earnest, so irrefutable, as if he were declaring a proven truth.
Verified truth —
"Idiot! What have you done?"
Martin's voice trembled with tears.
The gardens on the Beauxbatons campus.
Maxim pulled Fleur along, while Ryan walked beside them.
He had to look up; Maxim was too tall, physically tall. Of all the people he knew, only Hagrid could compare in size.
Hagrid seems to be a half-giant—his face showed no superfluous expression, as if he were talking to a friend he had only known for a short time but who was very trustworthy.
Regardless of Madame Maxime's background, it does not diminish her image; in fact, it makes her even more noble.
Because becoming the headmaster of Beauxbatons requires wisdom, ability, and shrewdness. If Mrs. Maxim does indeed possess the blood of giants, then it only means that she is more restrained, more patient, more outstanding, and more beyond the expectations of the world.
He is a good friend, a good ally.
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Perhaps because he was also of mixed race, he admired Fleur, who was also of mixed race—he asked, "It's been almost half a year, how's the progress of the Magic Gold Wizard?"
"Overall, my understanding of potions, herbs, magic, and magical creatures is almost at the level of a second-year wizard. Other knowledge that requires spellcasting ability is difficult for me to master."
Their spellcasting abilities were still limited to the spells initially inscribed on their wands. A desire spontaneously arose within them to learn the art of inscribing spells.
Maxim said that she was also holding a magic wand, but the magic wand that could be used as an iron rod in the hands of an ordinary person became small in her hands.
"They want to learn alchemy?"
Alchemy does require magic, but it doesn't necessarily require the wizard's own magic. Magic wizards can become alchemists after the advent of magic storage devices.
Just like ordinary scientists conducting experiments, the enormous energy required and generated in the experiments cannot come from the scientist's body; it is all supplied through devices and containers.
So Ryan asked Maxim to confirm if they truly wanted to learn alchemy, as he also sincerely hoped more people would learn alchemy and apply it to positions that required it.
The industrialization of magic is inevitable!
How can we function without skilled workers!
A powerful alchemist would certainly not be confined to a small position. This is where magic wizards need to change their profession to alchemist and contribute to the magical world.
"It would be a lie to say they weren't interested in alchemy. But their greater interest lay in the method of inscribing spells; they wanted to learn only that part so they could modify their own wands."
Maxim's words made a few words pop into Ryan's mind.
For example: magical inscriptions.
For example: modifying magic wands (guns).
Ryan couldn't help but lament that the original wizarding world appeared monotonous, rigid, and inflexible entirely because there were too few people and too much homogeneity.
Now, once fresh blood is introduced, entirely new research fields are opened up, and entirely new research ideas emerge.
It wouldn't be accurate to call it a completely new research field; it should be described as a more specialized one. After all, magical inscription is a branch of alchemy that was separated from it, and it is part of a larger discipline.
By continuously refining large research fields into smaller branches, the entry barrier can be lowered, a large number of targeted professionals can be trained, and small efforts can accumulate to bring together mid-level talents in different specialized fields, complement each other and achieve common success, forming an indispensable research team in a certain major field.
What Ryan saw and heard before him fueled his thoughts. He apologized to Maxim and then made a copy of his memories and thoughts, which he put in a bottle for later refinement.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Maxim, I just had some new ideas."
"It's alright. Let's get back to what we were saying before. What do you think of those magic wizards?"
Maxim was curious about Ryan's sudden idea. She felt that the fact that Ryan could interrupt the conversation and preserve his memory meant that the idea was bound to cause a sensation.
However, their relationship was far from being at the point where they could see each other's memories, so she pretended not to see it and didn't ask.
He glanced at Furong, seemingly lost in thought.
"I think this is a good thing. It has to be admitted that we have divided the world into various disciplines such as herbalism, potion-making, spellcasting, and transfiguration since ancient times. But these are only suitable for junior wizards. If a wizard is truly determined to study magic in a certain field, then these divisions are too broad."
"That's too broad, how so?"
Maxim did not understand what Ryan was trying to say.