bookbashuk Chapter 185 The Magic Wizard
Chapter 185 The Magic Wizard
Chapter 185 The Magic Wizard
Reporter: You're a Squib, so you can use magic?
Martin: Squibs are born into wizarding families and cannot use magic. We are not; we are magma wizards, and we can use magic with magma wands.
Reporter: Magister—well, sir, I heard that you cast an illumination spell with the help of Mr. Lane Welsh.
Martin: Yes, Professor Lane is the creator and benefactor of all magic wizards.
Reporter: Mr. Martin, could you demonstrate to us that you can use magic?
Martin: Of course.
The reporter stopped taking notes and followed Martin to the banquet hall.
After the banquet that evening, Ryan placed the magic wand in the corner of the banquet hall, telling those who called themselves magic wizards that they could use it anytime they wanted to cast spells.
He also gave Ollivander a piece of his mind, telling them: "Master Ollivander of Diagon Alley in the British wizarding world is skilled at making magic wands. He is currently training a group of wand makers to make magic wands. You can go there to ask for your own wands."
Considering they had an interview scheduled for today, the magic wands hadn't yet headed to Diagon Alley. They planned to go there immediately after the interview and buy their own magic wand, no matter the cost.
In the banquet hall.
The reporter curiously examined the iron rod, which could be considered a melee weapon, snapping photos incessantly: "Mr. Martin, is this the legendary Magic Wand?"
"Professor Ryan said this is the first version of the Magic Wand, which can work on Squiggs. Master Ollivander of Diagon Alley is also an expert in this." Martin picked up the iron rod and seemed to give it a flourish, but the rod was too heavy and he couldn't hold it steady.
"I only know one Lighting Charm now," he told reporters, trying to recreate the feeling from that day, constantly drawing upon his own body to infuse the iron rod with a subtle, almost imperceptible power.
The reporter, observing this method of casting spells—without incantations or hand gestures, only a face flushed red—didn't really believe it could be called casting spells.
But disapproval is useless. As a student of Beauxbatons, he knew that in ancient times, before all magic was systematized, all sorts of spellcasting methods existed.
Martin, who was lighting the illumination spell with the iron rod, could naturally be considered a wizard. In his view, this was indisputable, and anyone who denied it was denying the past and the path they had taken, and could be considered a sinner against wizards.
He documented this historic moment, knowing full well that a large number of people would come to argue with him after the report was published, and he was prepared to argue with them.
Because when he graduated, he was the student who answered the best questions in the history of magic course in nearly a hundred years.
The pride of history must not be desecrated!
With this thought in mind, his fighting spirit was ignited.
After Martin's interviews, one after another newly minted magic wizards shared their thoughts and proved their spellcasting abilities.
Without exception, these people were all Squibs who had already been sentenced to death by the magical world.
The reporter wrote down their names one by one.
Because they were the first pioneers, they were destined to be recorded in history.
For thousands of years to come, all magic wizards who were born from Squibs will remember their names.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you all. This concludes today's interview. I hope to have the opportunity to meet with you all privately sometime in the future."
The reporter said goodbye to them.
Beauxbatons Principal's Office.
Maxim, Nicolas Lemaître, Perenel, and Lane Wells were all seated around the round table.
"Their interviews should be over. Why did you refuse an interview when the Gargoyle's Roar newspaper wanted to interview you?" Mrs. Maxim asked Lane.
After she told the Gargoyle Howl newspaper about the Squirrel's transformation into a Magister, the newspaper's editor-in-chief expressed his desire to meet with Lane Wells so that he could conduct an interview with her personally.
However, Lane disagreed and refused to be interviewed. She had no choice but to decline the newspaper editor's invitation.
"This is something they should be left to themselves. They found redemption from despair; they were saved by themselves. We all saw it; they believed in themselves, and that's how they redeemed themselves. I merely provided the starting point; I'm not worthy of praise."
That's one reason. There's another reason Ryan didn't mention, given the surprise Aslot, the Rita-esque reporter from the Daily Prophet, gave him during last year's holiday.
He had little hope for the reports in these mainstream newspapers; whether they were praising or exaggerating, mocking or belittling, they would always seize on sensationalism to attract attention.
It would be better not to accept interviews at all, just to have some peace and quiet.
"And to be honest, Mrs. Maxim, when I went to give interviews, the articles in the newspapers—maybe—"
This is not what everyone wants to see. Let's restore history to its purest form." He told newspaper workers in a joking tone about their current need for sensational stories.
"Restore the purity of history—the journalist who came to interview me today is my student, and he will love this statement." Maxim clapped softly after hearing this.
Nicolas Lemaître and Perenel sat in the main seats, listening to the conversation between the two children.
They seemed to be waiting for something, waiting for an outcome they wanted to see, because they knew Ryan had left that night.
"Hurry, hurry!"
"Are you going back to book your plane ticket?"
"No, no, no, we need to borrow—the door key to get to Diagon Alley!"
"That's right, the plane is too slow! A fireplace and a door key are what we deserve for travel!"
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The magic wizards smiled and bid farewell to the reporters. They didn't want to stay in Beauxbatons for even a second longer. They wished they could learn Apparition right now and appear directly in Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley.
Slow-moving tools like airplanes were naturally phased out by them.
A magic wizard with some knowledge of the magical world proposed two methods: Portkeys and Floo Powder for the Hearth, which were unanimously accepted.
They wanted to go to Beauxbatons Headmaster and hope that Mrs. Maxime would grant them permission to use the door key or the fireplace powder.
However, when they had decided who would go upstairs to find the principal...
Suddenly, flames erupted from the fireplace in the banquet hall.
A person emerged from the firelight, carrying a leather suitcase.
This person wore glasses, had very short hair that stuck on his head like steel needles, and had well-defined knuckles and prominent veins on his hands, which made him appear strong.
"Excuse me, are you Martin—the magic wizard? I'm an apprentice from Ollivander's Wand Shop. You ordered a batch of magic wands from our shop, and Mr. Ollivander instructed me to deliver them to you."
As he spoke, he opened his suitcase and took out dozens of iron rods, each a meter long and short, from the small suitcase.
"The payment has been made in full, and the goods are now in order. Mr. Martin, please count the items on behalf of everyone and then sign the order."
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Ah—Martin was completely stunned.
All the magic wands were dumbfounded. When had they ever ordered magic wands? They had never been to Ollivander's shop!
Not to mention that while they could scrape together pounds and fiat currency, they had never even seen Gallon, Nat, or Si, so how could they have already paid for it!