While I don't mind being watched like a wild dog by you travelers, it's indeed getting late now."
"No, no, no, friend, you misunderstood." Howl shook his head, "I'm just very curious if you know that Pythagoras's texts have been stolen."
"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow, "No wonder I've been seeing Aurors on the street so often lately. So that's what it is."
With that, he shook his head, "I don't know. Please leave. If you suspect me, there's no need. His things aren't that great, and I don't care for them."
"Oh?" Howl was a little surprised, "You dislike him very much?"
"Yes." He lay back down again.
"As for his texts? Who cares, I certainly don't." Finally, he waved his hand, making a shooing gesture.
Howl thought for a moment. The disdain in this guy's words was unmasked, coming entirely from his heart.
On the other hand, whether a person who can casually give away fractal geometry magic would covet ancient texts so much is also a question worth exploring.
More importantly… there's no evidence!
After returning to Moonlight Fortress, Howl immediately began teaching fractal magic.
Its essence is continuous repetition and iteration, constructing an infinitely nested magic power model within the body through geometric formulas.
Yes, it's a kind of nesting doll.
However, it sounds simple, but actually doing it wasn't that easy. It was only until midnight that Harry understood just a little bit.
As for compressing his own magic power?
That was still a long way off.
And Harry clearly knew what a great opportunity it was for him to learn this. After all, abstract concepts like magic power are incredibly difficult to improve. At least at Hogwarts, he had never heard of it.
He had only learned about bloodline magic in some stories, where Wizards who had integrated the bloodlines of other magical creatures would have much more magic power than ordinary Wizards.
As for the total magic power of ordinary Wizards?
That stuff is like height; how much you can reach is largely determined by birth…
The next day, Howl arrived at the department early in the morning. Huckleton had already reached the third floor.
"Good morning." Huckleton said, "Loreton has already identified a few people. As soon as it was light, he took a group of people to visit and investigate them one by one. What would you like to drink?"
"Anything, do you have tea?"
Before long, a cup of black tea was delivered to his hand. At the same time, Huckleton also took out a book, a manuscript, and a slate.
The three items floated automatically on the table, like magnetic levitation.
At the same time, when Howl turned the pages, he also felt as if he was separated by a thick layer of transparent fluid.
They both isolated external contact and stabilized the state of these ancient objects themselves.
The first thought that came to his mind was… this magic is interesting, perhaps it could be used for some of his own ancient collections.
"Do you need me to translate it for you?"
Howl raised his hand, "Thank you for the offer, but although I'm not a professional, I can barely understand it."
With that, he began to read.
"My name is Finkel Scott, and what you are seeing now is a hidden, illusory story.
I must record this experience; it is too profound, and I have no one to share it with. But I hope that in the future, someone will be able to feel the unique legend within this story.
Ever since my internal organs suffered a backlash from Dark Arts, I was no longer suitable to continue magical research. After applying to withdraw from Beauxbatons, I returned to Spudley and inherited my grandfather's work, which was that of a fisherman.
Fisherman, this is not a great job, but fortunately, my father and I relied on casting enchanted bait into the sea. This allowed us to have a fruitful harvest every time we went out to sea.
Life got better and better. I also got married, and my wife became pregnant. I was a bit worried if my child would be a Wizard. The Church is at its peak now, but I also hoped he could master that extraordinary power, enter a school one day, and inherit my unfulfilled ideals.
For a better life, I became more reckless in scattering bait into the sea, until one day.
Even as I write this, I can still remember the dark clouds and lightning of that day.
Of course, even more terrifying were the twenty-foot towering waves.
This was against common sense; we knew the weather, otherwise we wouldn't have gone out to sea.
But it came so suddenly that I secretly wondered if my greed had incurred the sea's backlash. In the moment before the giant wave crashed down, I could only hand my amulet to my father and simultaneously waved my wand.
When I woke up again, I was lying on a beach, and in front of me was a magnificent manor. Before this, the most perfect building I had ever seen was my school, Beauxbatons.
And this place was a thousand times more beautiful than Beauxbatons, like a garden of the gods.
At the same time, I also saw figures strolling in those gardens. They were talking and discussing happily. There was no sorrow on their faces, no dirt on their bodies.
The world after death—this was the first thought that came to my mind.
But soon, I saw the wooden sign hanging on the gate.
It read—Let no one ignorant of geometry enter.
Immediately, I was stunned, looking incredulously at the figures in the manor…
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