Chapter 544 Huh? Why Can't Ships Fly?
Just as Blake started his leisurely trip.
Dumbledore was so worried that his beard, which had turned black, turned white again.
Because no matter what he said, that stubborn guy Fudge just didn't believe that someone would cause trouble in the World Cup.
Moreover, he also emphasized that even if someone stirs up trouble in the World Cup, the people he sent are enough to face possible accidents.
At the end, Fudge also implicitly told Dumbledore to stop being so lenient as before, so the result of the conversation was that both parties broke up on bad terms.
However, it's not all bad news, Dumbledore knows that Barty Crouch will be the organizer of the World Cup final.
Since it was all prepared by his department, of course he was also responsible for security.
Dumbledore is still relieved about Barty Crouch.
Old Barty was a very capable person both in the past and now. If his son had not been brainwashed to join the Death Eaters, the current Minister of Magic would have been Old Barty, not Fudge.
Therefore, with him here, if something really happens, he has the ability to reduce the damage to the minimum.
"Alas..." Dumbledore sighed again. If Fudge had listened to his opinion, then this accident would not have happened...
However, Nico Flamel's prediction was indeed accurate. Because Fudge rejected his suggestion, the probability of an accident was almost 100%.
Now that he knew something was going to happen, he couldn't just sit back and watch.
Dumbledore sat in his office for a long time, and finally, he made a decision.
He originally didn't plan to go to this World Cup because he had many other things to be busy with, but now it seems that not going is an option.
And...since Fudge can't help, then...
Grindelwald flashed through Dumbledore's mind.
He pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write a letter eloquently, a letter to Grindelwald...
Now, he only hopes that Blake's "transformation" of Grindelwald has really succeeded, otherwise, his risky behavior will undoubtedly be a move to seek skin from a tiger...
"No! He must not leave home!" Barty Crouch shouted angrily at a thin house elf in front of him.
"But...Master, the little master really likes Quidditch game... When the time comes, as long as Winky puts an invisibility cloak on Master, no one will be able to discover Master." Winky was timid. say.
Old Batty's eyes suddenly became fierce, "Did he tell you that?"
"No, no, no... the little master has never told me that the little master has never mentioned that person who cannot even mention his name in these years. Shining feels that the master should give the little master -51 for this... ..."
"No, Twinkle... you don't understand how much influence the mysterious man has on him... He no longer mentions the mysterious man, not because he is getting better, but because I gave him He used the Imperius Curse!" A trace of grief and hatred flashed across Old Barty's face.
"Twinkle... Twinkle hopes the master can agree to Twinkle's suggestion... Oh... Poor little master, he has never been out since he returned home more than ten years ago..." .........His face has been looking bad recently, and Xingxin felt that if he could watch his favorite Quidditch game, it would make him feel better......"
"You don't need to worry about this! Twinkle! You just need to be responsible for taking care of him at home!" Old Barty yelled angrily again. He felt that explaining to this stupid elf was a waste of time!
"Oh...Old Master, if the mistress is still here, she will definitely not want to see the little master like this all the time..." Shining said with tears streaming down her face.
Hearing Shining mention his wife, old Batty's eyes twitched, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he opened the door and walked into little Barty's room.
The room was empty, no one was there.
But Old Barty stretched out his hand and grabbed it casually in the void, and then an invisibility cloak was caught.
A pale and thin young man immediately appeared in the room...
The young man looked out the window dully, his body was shaking from time to time, and his condition looked really bad.
A trace of pain flashed through Old Batty's eyes again.
He pulled out his wand, pointed it at his son tremblingly, and recited the incantation in a trembling voice.
"..."
Night, Black Pearl yacht.
Blake is in his room studying the puppet ball that his future self deliberately gave him.
It has to be said that even for Blake now, it still takes a lot of effort to figure out this alchemical product.
All I can say is that it is indeed the proud work of my future self...
After all, this thing is so incredible that even my own strength can basically be completely copied.
Just looking at the materials inside, there are more than ten kinds of materials that Blake can't identify. They seem to be some kind of alloy...
This made Blake feel helpless.
There is no doubt that my future self, who knows what I have experienced, has made huge improvements in alchemy compared to now!
This makes it extremely difficult for him to study this thing now...
"Tsk... How about I dive down and take a look. Are there any missing blueprints or something?"
Blake scratched his head like a chicken coop.
In this world, the only one who can embarrass him like this is himself...
Although the treasure chest has never revealed the ultimate alchemy proficiency skill, it has relied on its own efforts and the help of Nico Flamel.
Blake's alchemy is already infinitely close to the level of mastery in alchemy.
The only difference is a little bit of experience accumulated over time. It seems there's no point in being anxious now.
Unless he can find a way to increase his alchemy skills in the short term, for example, opening the ultimate mastery in a treasure chest.
However, he may have given up on this, because for some reason, even the excavator skills are available in the system's treasure chests, but the alchemy essence is not available...
Suddenly, Blake put down the hand scratching his head, and a thought flashed in his mind
...It seems that there is no way?
After receiving several pictures sent by Dracula, Zailek obtained a lot of alchemy knowledge from Dracula.
This made him make a little progress in alchemy, which he had not improved for a long time.
Just a few copied pictures already have such an effect.
If Dracula could trick the authenticity of the book into his hands... then his alchemy would definitely reach the highest level of mastery!
At that time, it will definitely not be that difficult to look at this puppet ball.
"Oh, it seems like I have to take the initiative and go find Dracula..." Blake picked up a piece of letter paper and began to write a letter confidently.
This time, he did not write a formula on the bamboo slipper, but a serious letter of thanks.
At the end of the letter, he expressed that he was looking forward to having academic exchanges with the respected Mr. Tepesh again.
Of course, he also proposed that in order to have better academic exchanges in the future, he hoped to make a friend with the other party in the magic address book.
After writing the letter, Blake opened the dimensional door and grabbed a dozing owl from nowhere.
Then he sent the letter to the confused owl.
Blake watched the owl go away quietly, and suddenly, his magic address book lit up.
Blake immediately opened the address book and saw Cassandra's page flashing.
A message popped up on the page.
"Have you slept? Can we chat?"
"Chat? Okay!"
Anyway, nothing can be learned from studying the puppet ball now, so Blake simply put the ball away.
Then he closed the magic address book, then directly opened the dimensional door and went through...
"You...why are you here?" Cassandra was startled by Blake's sudden appearance.
"We are all next door. It would be great to chat in person."
"Then...how do you want to talk?" Cassandra sat on the bedside, holding a magic address book in her hand, but her ears were already starting to turn red.
Blake rubbed his hands, "How to talk? Of course it's a casual chat, you know, Jie Jie...
Nurmengard.
Grindelwald also received a letter in the middle of the night.
He was wearing pajamas and had just laid down.
But when I saw this letter, I felt no longer sleepy instantly.
"Aha! That old fool actually came to beg me one day!"
Grindelwald jumped up with joy, as if it was Christmas.
He sat down at the desk, took a piece of parchment, and began to write a reply.
Speaking of Dumbledore's request, he could understand it and knew why he was looking for him.
Of course he also knew that this was the chance that Blake had been hoping for to reconcile with Dumbledore.
But, the old guy finally got into his hands. If he didn't ridicule him, how could he deserve the decades he spent in Nurmengard!
Grindelwald picked up his pen and started writing.
The first sentence is, "Why, your favorite student Newt is finally too old to walk? He is coming to me for help? Haha..."
An hour later, Dumbledore looked at the reply in his hand, and Whitebeard was trembling with rage.
.....************......
He slapped the letter on the table and wrote a sentence on the back.
"Old guy! Now that I've said it, love will come or not!"
Then he was thrown in front of the owl sent by Grindelwald.
Being polite to that old bastard is such a waste of expression!
Dumbledore replied to Grindelwald that any extra piece of parchment would be a waste!
Haha! Old thing!
Blake's trip was very enjoyable and fulfilling.
Except for the occasional correspondence with Dracula.
Every day during the day, I play and play with the girls, and at night, I just run around in various rooms...
Days like this made him feel a little unhappy.
Blake was still on the yacht, spending his fourteenth birthday with the girls.
However, happy time is always short-lived.
Just one month passed in a blink of an eye.
The time has quickly come to the end of August.
Seeing that the World Cup was getting closer, Blake had to end this pleasant sea trip.
"Sigh... I really can't bear to go back now... I haven't found One Piece's treasure yet..." Blake looked at the blue ocean reluctantly.
"Okay, let's come back next time." Cassandra comforted. "We're going to watch the Quidditch World Cup final together, aren't we?"
"Okay...let's go home..." Blake said helplessly.
"Blake, should we go back directly through the dimensional door?" Hermione asked.
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this ship,
I have been sailing at sea for more than a month. Although I have stopped and stopped on the way, if I really want to go back step by step, I will definitely have to sail for at least half a month.
In this way, you will definitely miss the World Cup finals.
"No need, let's continue taking this ship back." Blake shook his head and said.
"But... in this case, time may not be enough." Hermione said: "Otherwise, we park the ship on a small island first, and then we teleport back, and the ship
Will you come back again in the future?”
"Of course I don't have enough time to sail on the sea, but... who said that my ship can only sail on the sea?"
Blake said, took out his wand and tapped it on the yacht.
The next second, it switched to the ghost ship state of the Black Pearl again.
Blake gave instructions to the ghost sailors.
"Take off! Target, England!"
"Gada Gada!"
With the sound of wood chirping, the ship suddenly trembled.
When everyone was a little unsteady, the main ship, the Black Pearl, soared directly into the sky from the sea!
The girls looked at the blue sky getting closer and closer in shock... Such a big ship actually flew directly?
This is much more powerful than Mr. Weasley's flying car!
Blake stood on the bow of the ship and looked forward with high spirits, "Oh...I have said it before, I must make this ship fly into the sky! It finally happened today!"
In fact, for such a huge sea-going ship, Lai Ke couldn't make it so simple and direct for the time being.
However, this is no ordinary sea ship, but the Black Pearl!
This is a general enlarged and reduced ghost ship!
Therefore, Blake stuck a bug that allowed the Black Pearl to maintain its size while [Thrower Small Board 33
In this way, with Blake's current level of alchemy, this ship can fly!
The greatly reduced weight of the Black Pearl consumes less energy to take off than Mr. Weasley's old Ford.
"call!"
As the main ship flew into the sky, the hull gradually became illusory, and the next second, the main ship disappeared into the sky!
After all, it is a flying ship. If it is not invisible, it must be on the "Daily Prophet".
"Merlin! Why didn't you tell me earlier that your ship could fly? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Blake was standing on the bow of the boat and before she could put away her pretense, Professor Babling grabbed her arm and shook her excitedly.
"Uh... Calm down..." Blake reluctantly moved his eyes away from Professor Babling's generosity that had just surged due to strenuous exercise.
"Of course it's better to travel slowly. Why should I fly? I only fly when I'm going home..." Blake explained.
"I want to learn!" Professor Babuling said seriously.
"ah?"
"I mean, this ancient rune that makes the ship fly, I want to learn it!"
"Okay, okay...I will explain this part of the knowledge in class. If you are interested, you can come and observe my class." Blake said with a smile. .