Melda's house was naturally not disposed of on the same day.

Not to mention other damage, just the room full of spotted mangs will not be able to be dealt with in a day.

He had no choice but to carry his luggage to the Leaky Cauldron Bar for a few days.

During this time, he bought all of his second-grade items in Diagon Alley. Then he quietly wrote his book in the room.

He already had some eyebrows about the nature of magic, and now Melda needed a lot of experimentation.

Any theory is inseparable from the support of experimental data, so he also deliberately bought a lot of long swords.

It's certainly not about making a 'disposable curry stick'.

Mainly for research.

Ahem!!

Study...

However, after visiting many shops, Melda did find a precious object.

A Mithril longsword.

Speaking of this Mithril longsword, that's amazing.

The longsword of other materials basically shattered completely as soon as the cannon was fired, but he wouldn't, only there was a gap in between, and this thing could be used in one piece.

It's Mithril, which is a bit rare.

Melda herself only bought a Mithril longsword.

With materials so scarce, he considered whether to melt the only Mithril longsword and make something else...

In this way, for the next few days, Melda took the iron in the inn with her.

He only went out on the day of Gilderoy Lockhart's book signing, but unfortunately he went a little late, the book signing party in the Blotchy bookstore had long since ended, and there was no one at all when he went.

Naturally, I didn't meet Harry, but it didn't matter, school was about to start. You can always see it.

Hiss...

Wait, I remember at the beginning of the second year, Harry and Ron had a little trouble.

But now they are much stronger than the original book, so you shouldn't have to worry...

Probably?

...

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and after inspecting his renovated house, Melda didn't live in it directly, he had to wait a few days, and there was a psychological shadow.

As for the Mithril sword, Melda decided to melt it after much thought.

The main thing is that being able to continue to fire cannons is useless to him, and now that the 'disposable curry stick' is full, he is not lacking in this.

However, the smelting process of Mithril did come as a bit of a surprise to Melda.

The first is that the furnace temperature he bought is not up to standard, not that he bought counterfeit products, but that the melting point of Mithril has exceeded the theoretical upper limit of the furnace.

After a blind transformation, it can barely be used, but it only makes Mithril soft, and it can't melt at all.

After much effort, Melda finally smashed the sword into a block.

The second is that Melda seriously overestimated his forging level, and desperately deducted a small piece from the silver shaft, and only forged a steel bar with a lot of effort...

It's still a bit of a bent kind.

As for what he used this steel bar for, Melda really had some ideas.

After he figured out the magic eye skills, he keenly discovered that in fact, his spiritual power could be diffusion and increase with some carriers.

After looking down at the steel bars at hand, Melda decided that he wanted to build a flute.

Flutes, bone fans, white clothes.

How handsome!

As soon as he said it, the furnace continued to heat up, threw the steel bar back in, and after he had spent a day, he succeeded in turning the steel bar into a steel pipe.

The rest of the matter is only to make holes.

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September 1.

The college officially opened.

Melda got up late.

...

No way, last night he stayed up late and sorted out the information, and slept in the middle of the night.

By the time he came to his senses, it was already noon.

The Hogwarts Express can't catch up. But luckily Mr. Abbott showed him the way, the knight bus...

Although the location where Hogwarts is located is kept secret.

But Hogsmeade is not, he can go directly to Hogsmeade first, and then hike to Hogwarts.

...

After leaving Diagon Alley, Melda walked down a wide road, casually raised her wand and shook it in mid-air, and with a deafening 'bang', suddenly a car appeared in front of him.

It was a three-story, bright purple bus, and its windshield had the words "Knight Bus" written in large gold letters.

"Welcome to the knight bus, I'm Stan Sanpark, and I'm your conductor tonight, going to that little one."

Sampak briskly loaded Melda's suitcase into the car. It's not very heavy, and the box with the Infinite Extension Spell cast is impossible to pick up if it is purely by strength.

Usually such chests are enchanted with a levitation charm to reduce their weight.

"Hogsmeade, sir."

"Okay, eleven silver sico, but if you pay fourteen, you get chocolate, and fifteen, you get a thermos and a toothbrush, and you choose the color." Stan Sanpark, a boy who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, was dressed in a purple uniform, with large fan ears and a few small pimples on his face.

"No, I'm in a bit of a hurry." Melda said in a bit of a hurry after paying eleven silver sicos.

"Don't worry, it'll be soon." Sampak Lang laughed and said, "Hold it firm." ”

With a 'bang', the knight's bus suddenly disappeared, followed by a 'bang', and suddenly appeared.

In just a moment, it had already driven a hundred miles away.

Somewhat similar to phantom shifting.

Melda thought silently in the bottom of her heart.

It was really fast, and it didn't take much time to get from England to Scotland.

However, after getting off the bus, Melda was a little difficult to do, because the knight's bus only stopped near Hogsmeade Village, which was still some distance from Hogwarts.

But now?

Melda, carrying her suitcase, stood alone at the bottom of the mountain, and for some reason he suddenly felt a hint of autumn coolness.

This... this

Forget it, isn't it just walking? Can I still be without legs?

In desperation, Merda straightened out and began to climb the mountain.

If only I could just take off.

On the long mountain road, some fool daydreamed.

Nevertheless, the tone of the year has already been set in Merda's mind.

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"I guess the welcome feast is coming to an end...", cold and hungry, Melda, dragged her already wooden body, and walked stiffly towards the front, the light of the castle coming out.

He had already seen the big iron door. I didn't expect that the first time I passed through the main entrance of Hogwarts would be in this way.

Seeing hope, Melda instinctively quickened her pace, and he quickly crossed the bridge in front of the castle and walked towards the auditorium.

Inside the auditorium...

Countless candles flickered on the four long, crowded tables, golden plates and shot glasses sparkling in the candlelight. Overhead, the enchanted ceiling reflected the sky outside, and stars twinkled and dotted on it.

Melda dragged her exhausted body and caught a glimpse of the figure on the Gryffindor bench looking around.

"Can I sit here?" Melda asked softly, gesturing to the spot next to Hermione.