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"As long as you read more books, I recommend you to take a look at the book "Detailed Explanation of Commonly Used 100 Kinds of Housework Magic", the spell-casting tips introduced in it are more practical. Evan said that this was the magic book in Hermione's list, which he had read before.

He was interested in various spell-casting tips to maximize the effects of his spells.

Aven had originally intended to use statistical reasoning to find out the patterns and apply them to other magic.

He's already figured out a number of tricks, but it's still in the early stages of exploration.

"It really helps to read a lot of books, but I can't read them all the time. Tonks said, slamming the lid of the box shut, and she pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage and said "clean up," and a few feathers and some droppings disappeared in an instant.

"It's much better now, and to be honest, I've never been very good at these mantras for housework. Alright, Harry, have you brought everything with you, suitcases, crucibles, brooms, wow, firebolts?"

Her eyes widened as her eyes fell on the broomstick Harry was holding in his right hand.

It was Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international standard broomstick.

"Sirius gave me ......," Harry said.

As Evan had just explained, he knew that Tonks was related to Sirius and was his niece.

"Rich Blake family, this broom is worth my entire net worth, and I still ride a Comet 260. Tonks said enviously, "Well, let's go down and get your wand." Well, the box moves. ”

Harry's box floated a few inches above the ground, and Tonks held her wand like a conductor with a baton, letting it stagger across the room and out of the door in front of them, carrying Hedwig's cage in her left hand.

Evan took Harry's cauldron, and Harry followed her down the stairs with his broomstick.

By the time they returned to the kitchen, Moody had already put on the MONOCULUS, and the cleaned eyes were turning so fast that they felt disgusting.

Kingsley and Scotter were poring over the microwave, and Hesgar had just rummaged through the drawer and found a potato chipper, laughing at it.

"We'll leave in about a minute, and Blake has written a letter to the Muggle family here in the name of your godfather. Moody said, pulling a letter from his bosom, "Just as he knew we were coming to pick you up, he had something to say to your aunt and uncle, and by the way, explain to them why you left, and tell them not to worry." ”

"They won't worry, they'll just be happy if they come back and find out I'm gone. Harry said.

"I don't quite know what those Muggles think. Moody's voice was hoarse, his eyes falling on Harry's wand in the back pocket of his jeans, "Don't stick it there, Potter, what if it catches fire? ”

"Do you know Huai burned his ass?" Tonks asked with interest.

"Don't worry about it, just don't put your wand in your trouser pocket!" said the mad-eyed man, "It's a basic wand safety rule, and no one pays attention to it now, I can see it." You two come here, I'm going to give you an illusion. ”

Next, Moody casts the Transfiguration Charm on Evan and Harry, in turn.

His wand slammed on the top of both of their heads, and it felt like an egg had been smashed in the head, as if something cold had flowed into their bodies from where the wand had hit.

Evan saw that he and Harry beside him had transformed into humanoid chameleons, the color and texture of the kitchen equipment behind them.

Before coming here, Moody had already cast an illusion spell on him.

Evan was sure that the Mad-Eye wasn't hitting that hard, and he must have been angry about Harry's wand.

Moody looked sullen and led the group out onto the fine lawn.

Harry was studying Avenna's broomstick, which wasn't the one on the market, but a bit like the ancient broom with the moon number he had seen in the Broomstick Care Manual, with a clean spell and a silver glow on it.

Others were studying Harry's firebolts, unsparing praise and envy.

Evan was also studying the broomstick, and from the amazement and envy of the people around him at the fire crossbow arrows, he suddenly realized that making the broomstick was a lucrative and extremely high-end industry, and it was very promising.

He hadn't studied it before, and he thought that young wizards were only interested in broomsticks, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

Broomsticks are also very attractive to adult wizards, who are willing to pay more for a broomstick and also have this ability.

As the primary means of transportation for wizards, broomsticks are as important in the wizarding world as cars in the Muggle world.

The sweep series is a local brand in the United Kingdom, although it is still the mainstream in the market, but it has been going downhill, and it is not seen abroad, and the mainstream broomsticks including the comet series, the meteor series, the silver arrow series, the light wheel series and the fire crossbow are produced in other European countries, mainly in the United States, France, Germany and Spain.

Evan had an idea that he now had a large sum of gold galleons in his hands because of Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry's advertising revenue, Diagon Alley's profit share, rewards from the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, and the looting of the Goblin Zosay's vault, which he could use to create a broomstick factory instead of sitting idle.

The money was enough to cover the cost of product development and production, and Evan also had a few good ideas, and even used alchemy to speed up and improve safety.

If successful, it will be a unique broomstick on the market, even surpassing the Fire Ballista.

Evan was confident that he would spread his broom brand all over the world, and he was going to discuss it with Hermione when he returned, and start implementing it as soon as possible.

"Clear night sky!" Moody muttered, his magical eye scanning the sky and his normal eyes staring at Harry, "We're flying in tight formation, you two kids are in the middle, you can't mess up the formation anyway, understand......?"

"Is that possible?" Harry asked worriedly, but Moody ignored him.

"The others continued to fly forward, not to stop, not to mess up the formation. You can use magic when necessary. Aven, you keep up with Harry and do everything you can to protect him. If they kill us all, you're the only one alive, Harry, and the guards ready to take over. Keep flying east, and they'll join you. ”

"Don't be so elated, mad-eyed man, or he'll think we're not serious. Tonks said as he strapped Harry's chest, cauldron, and Hedwig's cage to a sling hanging from her broomstick.

"I'm just telling this kid about the plan. Moody said angrily, "Our job is to escort him safely to the command headquarters, if we die halfway through......"

"No one is going to die. Kingsley Shackle said in a quiet voice.

"Harry, can you take me with a firebolt?" said after a moment's thought, "You know, I'm not very good at riding a broomstick, and if something happens in a while, I can take you with me when I need to, and being discovered by the Ministry of Magic is better than being killed, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, worry written all over his little face.