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In his mind, returning to the Burrow meant nothing more than relaxation, and escaping the alchemical experiments that had been spent day and night.

Even if he was woken up in the morning by a rooster – which had to run to Castor's window every morning in the days leading up to Christmas, and then happily dodge the flying books, pens or pillows – Castor felt that the Burrow had to put him at ease.

That's how Castor's plan came about.

He'd just heard about Harry's escape—he had been smuggled out of the Dursleys by the Weasleys in a flying Ford Anglia.

He was inadvertently reminded by Mrs. Weasley that he was still a new alchemist—even if it was a little different from the traditional alchemist.

"Then why can't I remodel that car again?"

Casto had an immature idea.

He thought the idea was cool, and as soon as he finished breakfast, he went upstairs to sleep.

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The next morning, there was a high-pitched chirping sound outside the window.

On the third floor, Castor wrapped himself in a quilt and turned over.

More than once he felt that there was a magical magic to the rooster's crow - you know, it was quite comfortable to sleep in this small backlit room in the Burrow, more comfortable than 7 Privet Road.

His current environment is not a snow-capped mountain or forest full of dangers.

So he slept pretty well, but every time he screamed, Casto would wake up.

Casto opened the window and stared blankly at the rooster under the window.

The rooster is bouncing on the grass in the garden, flapping its wings and seemingly eager to try.

It deliberately chose a piece of grass that was not very long, as if to make Casto notice it and then have the hope of hitting it.

"Long time no see." Casto yawned.

It nodded wistfully.

"Do you think I'll never hit you?" Casto sat on the windowsill, propped up his head with his right hand.

It held its head up proudly.

Indeed, Casto was able to stun the flying key in the Philosopher's Stone level with his dagger, but he couldn't hit the chicken with a lot of agility and intelligence.

"Okay." Casto seemed to be looking for something, and the rooster had excitement and vigilance in his eyes.

"Fluorescent flicker!"

However, it is a dazzling bright light.

Before the doubt in the rooster's eyes faded, he let out a scream, followed by a muffled scream.

It was slapped into the long grass by the pillow.

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Casto in Nicol. Lemay was tired under his teachings.

He had only been studying for two months, but he couldn't wait to escape from that cabin.

Alchemy is still interesting, Castor had already thought.

He doesn't deny it now.

But for Casto, no matter how interesting things are, if they repeat some processes, they will still feel boring and boring.

According to Casto's character, it would be much more comfortable for him to spice up his mood with a few things, such as hitting a very sloppy with a pillow and then going to an alchemy experiment.

But Nicol. Lemay doesn't have a lot of time.

In Casto's eyes, there was not much water left that he had been drinking every day, that is, the elixir of life.

As a result, Casto was so tired that he slept all day when he returned to the Burrow.

He stood at the window, watching the shadow disappear, and stretched in relief.

"I'm going to fiddle with alchemy again." Casto is now happy, "I wonder what I can make that classic car look like?" ”

Casto rested for the day and was ready to start his own plans.

But he suddenly felt that he was ignoring something.

"It's Mr. Weasley's car," Castor felt he had just woken up, a little up, perhaps another way of getting angry, "why did I get up to myself?" ”

Casto thought for a moment.

"I'll call Mr. Weasley later."

He excitedly pulled a large, mottled book out of his suitcase and went downstairs to enjoy his breakfast.

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It was a small, dilapidated storeroom, piled with all sorts of miscellaneous items. If it weren't for a classic car parked in the middle of it, it wouldn't be called a "garage".

"Good morning, Casto. Good morning, man. ”

Head of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Objects at the Ministry of Magic, Arthur. Mr. Weasley staggered into the garage and said hello - he had already been punished by his wife for a day.

Still, he was excited, because an alchemist who knew Muggle items better than he knew wanted to modify the car.

The old Ford Anglia's headlights lit up sympathetically.

"He's conscious?" Castor couldn't contain his curiosity and was distracted.

Maybe it was because he hadn't slept enough yet, and he was only now feeling the fluctuation of his mana.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley caressed his body affectionately.

Casto stares at the lights of a classic car. I've heard that looking into the other person's eyes can show respect.

"Hello." He said very formally.

The headlights flashed in a friendly way.

Castor was almost blinded by Flash.

"Well, good morning, Mr. Weasley," Casto blinked as he sat on a tire with a huge book on his lap, "I wanted to ask if you had an ancient script, or a circle, engraved on this car?" ”

"Huh?" Mr. Weasley stroked the body of the classic car and was stunned, "Circle? Ancient Scripts? The one you took at Hogwarts in your third year? ”

Casto glared at him.

Castor had wanted to learn about Mr. Weasley's way of modifying the car. If he had inscribed something in some places, it meant that the dismantling process had to be done with care.

"Did you only cast magic?" Casto asked, but he already had an answer in his mind.

There are two types of crafting magic items.

One is alchemy, or the principles of alchemy, which you learn by yourself.

How can a base metal like lead or copper be turned into gold? Alchemists believed that the reason why lead or copper was not as noble and durable as gold was because of a deficiency in its nature.

Therefore, it is necessary to find ways to supplement it with various substances so that the defects can be transformed into perfection. An ancient way of using objects with physical or symbolic meanings is transformed with special rituals; In modern times, most of them are made by directly inscribed with symbolic and magical ancient magic characters, or magic circles.

This method can be controlled with runes, so it is more precise. However, the refining of life has always been difficult.

The other, which is pure mantras.

Because magic comes more from the power of the bloodline - and spells come from the exploitation of the power of the bloodline, it is almost impossible to parse its structure.

This makes it simple to make, but not precise – it makes it easy to produce objects that are "spiritual" like a human being.

Take Mr. Weasley's car, for example.

"It's not safe!" Casto gave Mr. Weasley a brief explanation of how to make magical items, adding, "This car could go off halfway through!" Because you're simply magically spelling the engine! You can't be sure of his invisibility! His dashboard doesn't show exactly what he's doing—"

Castor spoke in a tone like Hermione when he suddenly felt serious—perhaps because she had impressed herself in front of the flames.

But it's necessary.

The classic car trembled slightly, as if it was a patient who had suddenly been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Mr. Weasley was dumbfounded, as if his son had suddenly become terminally ill.

Casto lowered his head and continued to flip through the large book in his hand.

It's not strictly a book, it looks like stacks of parchment simply stapled together.

The Book of Hieroglyphs - This is actually Nicol. Manuscript of Lemay.

He needed to find some magic words or symbols that might be used.

"Well, Casto," Mr. Weasley was a little nervous, "your teacher is also interested in speeding?" ”

Casto froze, he didn't think he had woken up yet.

He's been looking for something to do with engines, or mechanical transmissions. Dan Nicol. Le May would not have studied any of this no matter how much he said.

He sighed a little frustrated.

"Do you want to figure it out on your own?" Casto stared at the dark ceiling, "It's not that I don't like it—but I'm tired." ”

"Casto?"

"Huh?"

"Do you need some references?"

"You know where it is?" Casto was a little surprised.

"I'm not sure....... Mr. Weasley's ears were a little red, "there's a wizarding family near our house....... I've been to their house, they run a magazine, they have a ........ A repurposed printing press? That's the name, right? ”

Castor nodded.

"Maybe this printing press is a product of alchemy, right? It's mechanical, I've read one issue of the magazine - it doesn't seem to be wrong, it should be pretty accurate. ”

Casto was interested, and he had never seen any mechanical alchemy products in the teacher's house—the dolls weren't mechanical. He was too early out of the times, and all he studied was classical.

"Can you take me?"

"No....... Molly has asked me to do some coolies," Mr. Weasley grimaced, but remembered something, "but Ginny may want to play with her—Lovegood's family, and you will go with you?" ”

Casto exhaled.

"Sure, I'll go find Ginny right now—but I'll have to go sleep a little longer......."