Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 60 We meet again, lady.

A month passed quickly, but Irving had no intention of going back immediately, because he had found something more interesting here.

Curses are high-level items, especially in ancient times. The materials required are not insignificant. As for those who can plant a curse simply by talking, it is impossible for anyone below the legendary realm, unless they have been prepared in advance and have already succeeded in doing so secretly.

Therefore, among these magical items, the most numerous are actually vengeful spirits, all kinds of vengeful spirits, big and small, some human and some not.

These are precisely the targets that Irving is interested in and intends to study in detail.

The normal process of breaking the curse involves drawing out these vengeful spirits, then using a disturbing spell to temporarily render them mentally impaired, before stuffing them back into another vessel and finally throwing them into the incinerator.

This approach isn't necessarily bad; it's just that Irving has his own ideas.

Vengeful spirits and ghosts are not the same thing. They have no reason at all and only carry out instinctive destruction and killing. Moreover, their composition is different from that of ghosts. Ghosts have a pure magnetic field, but vengeful spirits are scattered. It is precisely because of this scattering that people have no way to target them.

Of course, that's from other people's perspectives, but for Irving, it's really no big deal.

"thunder!"

In Owen's memory, the best way to deal with this vengeful spirit was with lightning. Scattered energy meant it wasn't cohesive, and the violent lightning element was perfect for breaking through such a scattered energy field.

Sure enough, it was just a small burst of lightning, no more than 500 volts, that almost shredded the vengeful spirit. Owen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the vengeful spirit in a state of chaos, and then began his new operation.

Pure magic was condensed into a giant slap and then struck the vengeful spirit's face. The vengeful spirit's magnetic field became even more chaotic, but it was not dispersed like the previous ones.

The notebook and quill flew up again and began to write with a "whoosh." The magical hand slapped the vengeful spirit once more, and the already weakened spirit was finally scattered, turning into small balls of red light. But before they could land, the little blue phoenix that had been guarding them flew out instantly and burned these small balls of light to ashes.

Owen didn't rush to take the next cursed object. Instead, he took the notebook and looked at his experimental records one by one. Meanwhile, the magical hand in the air, which hadn't dissipated, kept changing, both in size and color.

Wizards cannot be quantified, but magic can. Unlike other wizards who try to conserve their magic, he uses it whenever he can. After all, his magic power will always be full after a good night's sleep, and if he doesn't use it, it might even increase a little bit more.

But just as he fixed the value of the magical hand, the door to the unraveling room was pushed open, and Mr. MGM, the person in charge, stood there, smiling and saying, "Mr. Owen, Headmaster Dumbledore has sent a letter. He asks you to return to Hogwarts immediately, saying that there is something very important."

"Okay, thank you, I understand."

Owen packed his things quickly and went to the airport. He decided to take a plane back. He had used magic earlier, but because he was unfamiliar with the roads, it took him two days to get there. Only when he arrived did he realize that a plane was faster than running.

Furthermore, he doesn't plan to return to England immediately; he intends to first travel to France to experience what romance is all about.

After no longer needing to use magic to conceal his whereabouts, Owen changed his appearance, no longer dressed as an old British aristocrat, but as a normal young man, riding a skateboard, wearing big headphones, with a Walkman hanging from his waist, and leisurely strolling around the streets.

It was only when he settled down and mingled among Muggles as a wizard that he discovered how interesting this world was.

France also has magic schools, so there are just as many wizards as there are in England. These wizards rarely use Muggle Charms, and although their clothing is not as unusual, it is still different from that of ordinary people, and their clothes are more luxurious.

For example, right now there are several witches wearing blue silk dresses who have cornered Owen on a street corner.

"You must be a student? But I haven't seen you at Beauxbatons."

"Don't you know that magic is forbidden in the Muggle community?"

Owen's lips curled into a smile: "Ladies, first of all, I'm not a student of Beauxbatons, I'm from Hogwarts. Secondly, I didn't use magic; it's downhill, and I'm using a skateboard, that's called inertia. Finally, ladies, if you don't hurry up, you'll be late."

A wizard from Hogwarts?

The girls' eyes lit up with a sudden idea: "No, we don't know if you're lying, so you have to come to school with us!"

After saying that, the girls grabbed Owen and ran, the skateboard wheels spinning and sparking.

French girls have such great stamina?

Owen looked down and realized that they had used magic; their shoes were enchanted to conserve energy and make their people faster.

This is quite interesting. Enchanting is not alchemy; it's much cheaper than alchemy, but the difficulty is no less. This Beauxbatons is really something else.

"So, what do you think? Isn't our school better than Hogwarts?"

Looking at the magical fountain and Beauxbatons, which resembled a school even more than Hogwarts, Owen nodded in agreement: "It is indeed very beautiful, worthy of being the largest magic school in Europe."

The girl was pleased and then pulled him all the way into the principal's office.

"Ms. Maxim, we meet again."

When the giantess headmistress saw Owen, she was first surprised, then overjoyed: "My God, my dear Owen, you've finally come to your senses and are coming to Beauxbatons?"

Owen, who was being held in mid-air, chuckled softly: "Madam, you've misunderstood. It was your students who pulled me here. They obviously don't believe I'm a Hogwarts student."

"Okay, it seems you haven't figured it out yet..."

The female principal released her grip, but Owen didn't fall. Instead, he floated in the air and then slowly descended: "Madam, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, may I...?"

"Of course, Milna, could you please call Hibiscus over for me?"

"Yes, Principal."

One witch ran away, and then an even more beautiful one arrived. The giant headmistress, seeing her most prized student arrive, first introduced the two women, and then instructed the student to show Owen around the school and even let him attend a class…