harleyscars Chapter 132 The Great Automated Magic Array
Chapter 132 The Great Automated Magic Array
Chapter 132 The Great Automated Magic Array
However, these things seemed to have nothing to do with Loila. She didn't leave her office at all during the weekend, and didn't even eat. She just sat at her desk fiddling with her magic array.
An automatic magic circle, a magic circle with infinite possibilities, which, once activated, can make objects repeat a certain movement.
The engraving process was extremely difficult and required exceptionally expensive materials—but fortunately, Royla hadn't made any new magic circles since Christmas, thus saving a considerable amount of materials, and there was also the recent subsidy from Mr. Lupin.
By the way, did Mr. Lupin find any magical relics?
Cough cough cough — Luo Yi patted her head to bring herself back to reality. She was currently doing a very complicated job — if the engraving was not done properly even slightly, the magic circle she had engraved in the previous two days would be ruined.
This means a direct loss of seventy or eighty Galleons—if it fails, Roy will have to ask Dumbledore for an advance on his salary again.
Wait a minute—have I already used up my entire year's salary in advance?
Regardless, Loila took a deep breath, dipped her quill into the last bit of the Norwegian pufferfish scale mixture, and applied it to the surface of the magic circle.
As she moved, the magic array prop in front of her, which looked like a small cube, made a soft sound.
Then there was an unusual noise.
"Buzz!"
The blue magic circles lit up from the inside out, and in just a few seconds, all the magic circles on the entire surface of the block were lit up.
The whole block looks like a glowing box.
Of course—the magic circle props made by Loila are not for glowing.
As Loila tapped her wand again, a layer of silver metallic plating covered the box, blocking its light—so it shouldn't be too bright even at night, right?
Alright—looking at the small cube with two grooves in front of her, Loila coughed lightly and then waved her wand.
"Miss Hamilton, I'm glad you invited me here." Dumbledore looked quite surprised as he walked into Loyla's office with a smile.
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"Ah—haha—" Loila nodded hesitantly, pursing her lips, but even when facing Dumbledore, she couldn't suppress the happy smile on her face for a long time.
"But I wonder if there's something you want to say?" Dumbledore asked casually, then slowly sat down in his chair. He looked at Loira with curiosity, seemingly wondering what could have prompted Miss Hamilton to invite him to her office.
"Could it be related to an advance on wages?" he thought instinctively, then said, "I'm sorry, Miss Hamilton."
"You've already borrowed a year's worth of money in advance—"
"Ah—no—no!" Upon hearing this, Loila quickly shook her head. What was wrong with this old man? Couldn't she have come to him for something more valuable?
Although receiving an advance on salary is valuable—what I'm doing now is truly remarkable!
Loila coughed lightly and then said, "I just... just wanted to play Wizard Chess with you... that's all."
Hmph—Looking at Dumbledore's even more astonished expression, Royla couldn't be happier! Old man, even you can't guess what I'm going to do next, can you?
Of course, the idea of playing Wizard Chess with Dumbledore was fake. Royla wasn't the type to enjoy being tormented by others, especially not Dumbledore.
She simply needed an excuse to confidently, calmly, and even more nonchalantly showcase her magic array props.
This is a deterrent to one's greatest enemy!
Loila gently waved her wand, summoning the wizard's chess set to the table in front of her. This wizard's chess set was a gift from Dumbledore to Loila—and she had played it before.
All I can say is that she might really not be suited to playing Wizard Chess.
But it doesn't matter anymore, it's not important at all.
Watching Dumbledore slowly sit down opposite her, Loila pursed her lips and pointed a finger to her mouth: "Ah—suddenly—suddenly I'm a little thirsty—"
She glanced at Dumbledore as she spoke: "Would you like something to drink?"
"Ah—I won't, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said with a soft laugh. "It's quite late now, isn't it?"
Ah—it's only one in the morning—Loila went to call Dumbledore as soon as she finished her magic circle props—you're really getting old.
But if you don't drink something—wouldn't my magic array props be—
Loila coughed and said, "I—I specially—I specially bought a can of delicious—coffee."
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"Would you like to try it—just a taste?"
"No need," Dumbledore declined with a smile. "Drinking coffee so late isn't good for an old man like me."
"I won't be able to sleep."
"————" How can you still sleep after doing so many bad things?
Loila pouted, looking at Dumbledore with a hint of anger—"You just drank it because I told you to! You rascal—"
Her pointed ears twitched incessantly, and her blue eyes glared at Dumbledore with a hint of displeasure.
Of course, she immediately lowered her head somewhat timidly after Dumbledore looked over.
However, seemingly sensing Loila's displeasure, Dumbledore studied Loila's lowered head with interest and then smiled.
"However, if it's coffee that Miss Hamilton has carefully prepared."
"I'd still like to try it," Dumbledore said, nodding slightly. "Could you make me a cup of coffee, Miss Hamilton?"
"Of course!" Loila raised her head happily and then cleared her throat deliberately.
"Cough cough cough————"
"Two cups of coffee, no sugar."
Then, to Dumbledore's rather surprised look, a small box on the desk made a soft sound, and two cups of coffee slowly floated out and landed on the table.
How about that? Impressive, right? Loila looked at Dumbledore's surprised expression and unconsciously raised her head, revealing a smile.
"This is—" Dumbledore paused, picked up his coffee, and took a sip. "Very good, Miss Hamilton."
"But that's—" He looked at the small square box.
"Cough cough cough." Loila coughed lightly, not in a hurry to answer. She picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, then coughed violently under Dumbledore's smiling face.
Cough cough cough — I should have known — I should have added some sugar — Why is it so bitter!
After Loila coughed for a while, she solemnly stood up and said, "Please—please allow me—"
Let me introduce it to you.
"This is—this is my latest magic circle artifact!" she exclaimed excitedly, her voice growing louder. "A magic circle artifact that can automatically grind coffee beans and brew coffee!"
"It uses a magic array to activate it. As long as you say that you want to drink coffee, it will automatically unlock twelve magic arrays. These twelve magic arrays are engraved with the following actions in sequence: pouring coffee beans — grinding coffee —"
"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed lightly as he watched Loyla's endless chatter.
"Please wait a moment, Miss Hamilton." He looked at Loila thoughtfully with his dark eyes.
The moment Loila met his gaze and saw the wrinkles on his face and his graying beard, she immediately calmed down.
It was as if the excitement just now was nothing more than a passing breeze.
She suddenly realized that she had actually called an old man over so late at night just to show off her magic array props—even though it was Dumbledore—but it seemed that she had gone a bit too far.
Wait a minute—it doesn't seem like an overreaction at all—this is a tactic to tire out the enemy—
"Miss Hamilton, is this entire cube made of a magic circle?" Dumbledore asked slowly.
"Mmm—mmm." Loila crossed her toes and whispered, "It's all—"
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"I see—" Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, then asked as if he had thought of something, "Miss Hamilton, this is a great invention of a magic circle."
"I can already imagine what kind of magic array items you will be able to create in the future."
His words made Loila shudder, and a wave of guilt washed over her.
Could Dumbledore really say something like that?
The great invention of the magic circle—the more Lloyd thought about it, the more he felt that he probably shouldn't have called Dumbledore over so late—he could have told him tomorrow—but instead he chose such an impolite method.
"Ah—that—" Loila pursed her lips slightly, feeling a little guilty, and said softly, "Calling you here for something like this—seems a little—I'm sorry—"
Seeing her expression, Dumbledore chuckled softly, "It's alright, Miss Hamilton."
"I happen to have something I'd like to ask for your opinion on."
"Next semester, I'd like to offer a course on magic arrays at Hogwarts. Would you be willing to stay and be the professor?"
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"Huh?" Loila suddenly looked up at him.