Chapter 262 Muscle Memory
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Rui Chen 3499
Williamson nodded and said, "You know him? Oh...that's right, you were there at that time."
"No, it's because Mr. Shaker keeps mentioning him recently." Dawlish said, "At first he planned to ask Kong Nuo for advice on a duel, but he put it on hold because of the Azkaban incident."
"Ask for advice?" Williamson said after thinking for a moment, "Then I guess it will be difficult...he is a person who doesn't like trouble."
"If Mr. Shaker is really willing to learn about these things, he can come directly to the martial arts hall, which is in charge of us. Both Prout and I can help with the basic knowledge of martial arts."
"I'll tell Mr. Shacklebolt." Dawlish nodded, "Come on... Don't forget the routine procedure. I remember you still have a few rooms here, right?"
Williamson made a greeting gesture and said, "Well, Harry and Prout should stay in the registration room now, I'll take you there to have a look..."
As the inspection progressed, the conversation between Dawlish and Williamson gradually approached daily chat.
Williamson was clear about the business he was in charge of, and skillfully began to sell his martial arts courses to them during the chat.
"If you sign up for the course, you will get a 'Disarming Curse Buster'? What is this?" Dawlish asked holding a leaflet.
Williamson took out a rope made of good material, "This is it! Made by Nicole Flamel himself, it can be immune to the disarming spell at the physical level."
"It's really Nicole Flamel's signature!" Dawlish saw a string of cursive characters on the rope, "I have confiscated many alchemy props that forged Nicole Flamel's signature before."
"Of course!" Williamson nodded, "Mr. Kong, Mr. Scamander, and Nicole Flamel are old friends!"
The three Aurors continued to read the flyer with great interest, while Williamson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Those Nicole Flamel's signatures are real, but they are all mass-produced based on the alchemy props made by Nicole Flamel.
According to Connor's explanation, it doesn't matter whether these signatures are written one by one, what matters is that it comes from Nicole Flamel.
The rope does use magic materials, but that's all. There is no more craftsmanship. The function of that signature is called "consecration" by Kong Nuo.
As for the use of this "consecration", Williamson actually couldn't figure it out.
Betsy showed obvious interest, waved the leaflet in his hand and said, "Williamson, why don't I try the effect of 'Disarming Curse Buster', if possible, I can sign up to support it."
"Okay, I'll tie the wand." Williamson fumbled for the wand on his body, but finally found it in a cabinet.
Dawlish quipped: "Williamson! As a former Auror, it's not a good habit not to carry a wand with you."
"I haven't used magic recently, so I can't help it." Williamson shrugged, tied the rope in his hands, and wrapped the wand around it. "Betsy, come on! Don't show mercy."
"How could it be!" Betsy raised his wand violently, "Expelliarmus!"
A red light flashed, but after the red light passed, what appeared was not the crisp sound of the wand landing, but a dull sound.
Betsy was pushed out with a palm, flew upside down and hit the wall, then slowly slid to the ground, shaking from side to side and making painful moans.
"Huh...huh...ahhh...what happened just now? Did I get hit by a bull?"
Dawlish held back his smile, and said with a twisted voice, "No...it's just that you seemed to have been at ease for too long and didn't react, so you were attacked by Williamson."
He stretched out his hand to pull Betsy up, and then drew out his wand, an emerald green light appeared at the tip of the wand, helping to relieve Betsy's pain.
The moment the disarming spell was released, Williamson moved like a cheetah, lowered his body to avoid the red light coming from the front, and quickly approached Betsy.
Immediately afterwards, he slapped out his palm and hit Betsy's chest without reservation, which made Betsy fly upside down.
Recalling Williamson's set of movements just now, Dawlish was thinking about a question... If he was unprepared, could he really avoid such swift movements?
"What happened just now?" Malfoy, who was still in the martial arts hall, asked with his head.
"Muscle memory... Instinctive reaction... I'm also a little helpless." Williamson is now standing where Betsy was standing, with a somewhat apologetic expression on his face.
"It's not your fault, it's Betsy who really needs to practice!" Dawlish patted Williamson on the shoulder, "Are you interested in returning to the Auror's office?"
"Recently, the borders have been a bit uneven. Wizards from other continents seem to be planning to sneak into our place. I don't know what they want to do."
Williamson smiled, did not answer Dawlish's question directly, and turned to Malfoy, "I am currently at the second level, why don't you let Master Malfoy come and practice with you?"
"Second level?" Betsy finally regained his strength. "Is this the muscle memory described in it? You don't even need to think about it, and your body will drive you to act?"
"Yes, the effect looks good!" Although Williamson's words were very modest, his tone was very airy, "I practiced for a long time! I almost became a pauper!"
This was his sincere words. Kong Nuo didn't have that much patience with him and Prout. It was basically a strategy of sticks and candied dates. If he didn't meet his requirements, he would either accept physical punishment or directly deduct money.
This kind of stimulation is indeed effective, and he can clearly feel that his strength has improved significantly.
Malfoy was right at all, folded his arms on his chest and said, "I have no objection! You don't have to keep your hands."
Betsy didn't have any idea now, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "Forget it! If you want to fight, you have to wait until I have learned something!"
Dawlish answered, "Okay! Let's go here first! We seem to have a room that hasn't been checked yet. Williamson, please lead the way! I want to sign up when all the work is done!"
"I suspect that you just use me as a test subject! But I have no proof!" Betsy said angrily.
Under the leadership of Williamson, several people came to the room where Konno pickled (crossed out) and treated Filch.
However, before they opened the door to check, they felt a wave of magic power around them.
"It's weird! Could it be that someone is lurking here?" Dawlish was the first to react, holding his wand in front of him, making a defensive gesture.
Williamson said in surprise, "There's no reason...there's a Squib in here, you should all know it! It's the janitor named Filch."
"With such strong fluctuations in magic power, it's hard for me not to suspect that there are other people hiding inside." Dawlish looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy, "I don't want any big troubles to happen when I'm about to get off work!"
"No, it's because Mr. Shaker keeps mentioning him recently." Dawlish said, "At first he planned to ask Kong Nuo for advice on a duel, but he put it on hold because of the Azkaban incident."
"Ask for advice?" Williamson said after thinking for a moment, "Then I guess it will be difficult...he is a person who doesn't like trouble."
"If Mr. Shaker is really willing to learn about these things, he can come directly to the martial arts hall, which is in charge of us. Both Prout and I can help with the basic knowledge of martial arts."
"I'll tell Mr. Shacklebolt." Dawlish nodded, "Come on... Don't forget the routine procedure. I remember you still have a few rooms here, right?"
Williamson made a greeting gesture and said, "Well, Harry and Prout should stay in the registration room now, I'll take you there to have a look..."
As the inspection progressed, the conversation between Dawlish and Williamson gradually approached daily chat.
Williamson was clear about the business he was in charge of, and skillfully began to sell his martial arts courses to them during the chat.
"If you sign up for the course, you will get a 'Disarming Curse Buster'? What is this?" Dawlish asked holding a leaflet.
Williamson took out a rope made of good material, "This is it! Made by Nicole Flamel himself, it can be immune to the disarming spell at the physical level."
"It's really Nicole Flamel's signature!" Dawlish saw a string of cursive characters on the rope, "I have confiscated many alchemy props that forged Nicole Flamel's signature before."
"Of course!" Williamson nodded, "Mr. Kong, Mr. Scamander, and Nicole Flamel are old friends!"
The three Aurors continued to read the flyer with great interest, while Williamson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Those Nicole Flamel's signatures are real, but they are all mass-produced based on the alchemy props made by Nicole Flamel.
According to Connor's explanation, it doesn't matter whether these signatures are written one by one, what matters is that it comes from Nicole Flamel.
The rope does use magic materials, but that's all. There is no more craftsmanship. The function of that signature is called "consecration" by Kong Nuo.
As for the use of this "consecration", Williamson actually couldn't figure it out.
Betsy showed obvious interest, waved the leaflet in his hand and said, "Williamson, why don't I try the effect of 'Disarming Curse Buster', if possible, I can sign up to support it."
"Okay, I'll tie the wand." Williamson fumbled for the wand on his body, but finally found it in a cabinet.
Dawlish quipped: "Williamson! As a former Auror, it's not a good habit not to carry a wand with you."
"I haven't used magic recently, so I can't help it." Williamson shrugged, tied the rope in his hands, and wrapped the wand around it. "Betsy, come on! Don't show mercy."
"How could it be!" Betsy raised his wand violently, "Expelliarmus!"
A red light flashed, but after the red light passed, what appeared was not the crisp sound of the wand landing, but a dull sound.
Betsy was pushed out with a palm, flew upside down and hit the wall, then slowly slid to the ground, shaking from side to side and making painful moans.
"Huh...huh...ahhh...what happened just now? Did I get hit by a bull?"
Dawlish held back his smile, and said with a twisted voice, "No...it's just that you seemed to have been at ease for too long and didn't react, so you were attacked by Williamson."
He stretched out his hand to pull Betsy up, and then drew out his wand, an emerald green light appeared at the tip of the wand, helping to relieve Betsy's pain.
The moment the disarming spell was released, Williamson moved like a cheetah, lowered his body to avoid the red light coming from the front, and quickly approached Betsy.
Immediately afterwards, he slapped out his palm and hit Betsy's chest without reservation, which made Betsy fly upside down.
Recalling Williamson's set of movements just now, Dawlish was thinking about a question... If he was unprepared, could he really avoid such swift movements?
"What happened just now?" Malfoy, who was still in the martial arts hall, asked with his head.
"Muscle memory... Instinctive reaction... I'm also a little helpless." Williamson is now standing where Betsy was standing, with a somewhat apologetic expression on his face.
"It's not your fault, it's Betsy who really needs to practice!" Dawlish patted Williamson on the shoulder, "Are you interested in returning to the Auror's office?"
"Recently, the borders have been a bit uneven. Wizards from other continents seem to be planning to sneak into our place. I don't know what they want to do."
Williamson smiled, did not answer Dawlish's question directly, and turned to Malfoy, "I am currently at the second level, why don't you let Master Malfoy come and practice with you?"
"Second level?" Betsy finally regained his strength. "Is this the muscle memory described in it? You don't even need to think about it, and your body will drive you to act?"
"Yes, the effect looks good!" Although Williamson's words were very modest, his tone was very airy, "I practiced for a long time! I almost became a pauper!"
This was his sincere words. Kong Nuo didn't have that much patience with him and Prout. It was basically a strategy of sticks and candied dates. If he didn't meet his requirements, he would either accept physical punishment or directly deduct money.
This kind of stimulation is indeed effective, and he can clearly feel that his strength has improved significantly.
Malfoy was right at all, folded his arms on his chest and said, "I have no objection! You don't have to keep your hands."
Betsy didn't have any idea now, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "Forget it! If you want to fight, you have to wait until I have learned something!"
Dawlish answered, "Okay! Let's go here first! We seem to have a room that hasn't been checked yet. Williamson, please lead the way! I want to sign up when all the work is done!"
"I suspect that you just use me as a test subject! But I have no proof!" Betsy said angrily.
Under the leadership of Williamson, several people came to the room where Konno pickled (crossed out) and treated Filch.
However, before they opened the door to check, they felt a wave of magic power around them.
"It's weird! Could it be that someone is lurking here?" Dawlish was the first to react, holding his wand in front of him, making a defensive gesture.
Williamson said in surprise, "There's no reason...there's a Squib in here, you should all know it! It's the janitor named Filch."
"With such strong fluctuations in magic power, it's hard for me not to suspect that there are other people hiding inside." Dawlish looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy, "I don't want any big troubles to happen when I'm about to get off work!"
