Chapter 183 You Can Always Trust the Talents of Azkaban

Flipping through the homework of several important subjects, Lester heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Lester knew who was coming, and said without raising his head.

Afterwards, Victor pushed the door in with a smile on his face, flattering him, "Master Lai, are you looking for me?"

Lester didn't answer, and threw the subject homework in front of Victor, saying in a bad mood:

"Victor, you are the professor of our Azkaban Vocational and Technical College. You are not a paparazzi who secretly took pictures. Is there something wrong with you? You secretly took pictures of Harry Potter's chicken feathers?!"

It is said that the prisoners of Azkaban are very courageous, Sangbiao and their mission is to carry out terrorist attacks, and Victor and Scar turned out to be secretly filming Harry Potter.

You know, Harry Potter is now the baby of Dumbledore's faction, don't think you can see it casually at Hogwarts.

It would be difficult for other off-campus personnel to see it, after all, it was Hogwarts where Dumbledore was in charge.

"Master Lai, I also have my own difficulties!" Victor told Lester about Sirius with a bitter face.

"We have one in the felony section of Azkaban Prison."

"You mean, that Sirius traded his dog's fur for a photo of Harry Potter, and it's still worthless in Azkaban?"

Lester only felt that his three views had been impacted today. He thought that the prisoner's homework was absurd enough, but he didn't expect that Sirius had come out now.

Sirius of the Order of the Phoenix, Bella of the Death Eaters, and a large number of pure blood fans of Voldemort.

These people were all imprisoned in the serious criminal area of ​​Azkaban. They didn't cause trouble, and Lester didn't bother to care about them.

Needless to say, Bella's group of Death Eaters must be his number one enemy.

After Voldemort is resurrected, maybe he will make trouble.

So he definitely couldn't make them feel better. If it wasn't for laying mines for Voldemort, he would have already given those scumbags Death Eaters to humanity.

Bella and those scumbags can be humane, but Sirius is not humane!

Of course, even if it was an inhuman Sirius, he couldn't be released directly.

Each is their own master, Harry Potter belongs to Dumbledore, so Sirius will definitely stand on Dumbledore's side.

The best way now is to maintain the current model and let Victor and Scar trade with Sirius without personally coming forward.

Seeing that Lester had no interest in understanding Sirius, Victor tactfully did not mention it.

So Victor said awkwardly: "Master Lai, with Brother Gou no, with the hair of Sirius, I have really achieved a lot of research results."

"For example, this is my newly developed battle wand, which also has a transfiguration spell casting function installed on it. Under the supply of life spring water, transfiguration can be performed without hindrance."

As he spoke, Victor excitedly took out a dark brown wand.

On the surface it looked like a magic wand, but when Lester took it over, he was surprised to find that it was actually a metal wand!

"Grandpa Lai, you can try it." Victor proudly said, "You only need to put something in your mouth that you want to transform, and it can transform, but now he can only transform into dead objects, and if he is alive, he can only transform into a big black dog!"

Lester suddenly became interested, facing his desk, raised his wand and said lightly: "Become a door"

In an instant, the octagonal table in front of Lester disappeared, replaced by a very heavy wooden door.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lester's eyes. He had clearly sensed just now that he had only used a trace of magic power to activate the wand.

Victor explained in a very timely manner: "Master Lai, we can now find a batch of squibs to train into an army"

"I've researched it. This wand can be used not only by wizards, but also by squibs. As long as there is magic in the body, it can be used."

"Can it be used if it has magic power?" Lester's heart moved, isn't this just for Filch?

Returning the magic wand in his hand to Victor, Lester said lightly, "Victor, do you have a magic wand that can cast life magic?"

"Life magic?" Victor was a little taken aback, what does Master Lai want this kind of wand for?

"Yes, yes." Victor nodded quickly, reached into the non-marking expansion bag and fumbled for a while, and then took out another wand.

Unlike the latest battle wand, this wand looks extremely tattered, and the material is not metal, but wood.

"Master Lai, I modified this with a second-hand wand. I can't cast other magic now, but I can cast life magic without hindrance. It's a defective product."

Lester took the wand, pointed at the corner, made a clean-up gesture, and drank: "Clean-up"

After a while, the corners that were originally dusty became spotless.

Lester nodded in satisfaction, this wand can also be used with a Squib, and it's just right for Filch in tatters.

"Victor, your invention is very good and must be praised!" Lester said happily.

"In the future, your research funding will be increased by three tiers, and the whole school will give a notice of praise. Work hard in the future. I am very optimistic about you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lai, thank you, Mr. Lai!" Victor was overjoyed.

Scar next door has already started researching chemical weapons, and his magic wand can turn into small animals. He thought he would be scolded by Master Lai, but unexpectedly.

Although he was so happy that he flew up, Victor has not lost his mind. Seeing Lester put the broken wand in his arms, Victor quickly said

"Grandfather, this wand is just a defective product. It will break within a few weeks. Would you like me to make you a new good one?"

"Will it break in a few weeks?" Lester was taken aback, then shook his head with a smile.

It would be a good thing that it would break in a few weeks, and he was worried that Filch would turn his face against anyone if he took the wand, although the probability of this was very small.

Now this wand will break, so Lester can rest assured that Filch will let him handle it when the time comes!

After putting away the broken wand, Lester called Sangbiao to give some instructions, and then let Kaka take him back to Hogwarts.

It was already late at night when Lester returned to Hogwarts, and after running for a day, Lester simply washed up and fell asleep.

. . . . . . . .

On Sunday, the other little wizards slept in their dormitories during the holidays, but Lester and Malfoy came out early.

"Lester, you really did it!" Malfoy took the trouble to cast a cleaning spell on the stains in the corridor, feeling the magic of this wand.

It's so interesting that it doesn't consume his magic power even though he casts the cleansing spell.

Today, the two unlucky children will be in confinement. In fact, not only today, they will be in confinement for the next month.

But Lester and Malfoy are not worried at all, because it is there!

Playing with the battered wand in his hand, Malfoy turned into a magic fortress, and violently attacked every corner of the corridor with a cleansing spell!

Little wizards have limited magic power, and they can't keep casting cleansing spells. Now that he has the opportunity, he naturally wants to have fun.

Walking, Lester and Malfoy came near Filch's office.

At the door of the office, Filch stood looking forward to the direction of the Slytherin lounge. The look of anticipation made Ron sick to his stomach.

Finally, when Filch saw the figures of Lester and Malfoy, a gleam of joy flashed across his face.

But when he saw Malfoy gesticulating with his wand and casting spells frantically, Filch's face immediately looked as ugly as a dead horse.

He hated the little wizard casting spells in front of him the most, that feeling made him jealous and wanted to separate qualitatively.

Seeing Filch's ugly face, Ron was secretly happy.

"Master Malfoy, you..." Filch was very upset at first, but he reluctantly went up to say hello because he wanted something from someone.

As a result, as soon as he walked in, Filch stayed where he was.

Malfoy was indeed casting a spell, and it was the Cleansing Charm he'd always dreamed of, but he wasn't using his wand.

Filch is neither blind nor fool. He knows how gorgeous and delicate Malfoy's wand is. It is almost impossible for this kind of pure blood to use such a broken wand.

Seeing Filch, Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he handed over the broken wand casually, saying indifferently:

"Here you are, the Squib wand you asked for"

Filch: "."