Harry Potter: Without Knowing Magic, I Can't Do Anything Other Than Create It Myself

A group of Death Eaters discussed how to concoct ink dust as if they had triumphantly in hand.

After listening to the detailed plan, Mo Chen was too lazy to listen to them and left the second floor.

If it weren't for the fear of beating the grass and scaring the snake, Mo Chen would have to give them another social death five times.

As he left, he also noticed Snape glancing at him, which made him more sure that Snape had definitely found him.

He could probably guess Snape's idea, which was nothing more than investing in him and tilting the scales of victory a little in Harry's side.

Mochen didn't care what Snape thought, he came to find Nagini today, and he hadn't forgotten this business.

The first or second floors were not found, so he decided to go to the basement to see, generally in this kind of noble manor, there is a basement, and even a cell may exist.

Entering the basement was more difficult than he thought, not how difficult it was to enter, but he waited for half an hour, and no one came in or out, and he didn't bother to look for other entrances, so he waited at the door for almost an hour before entering.

The basement was even more "lively" than the first floor, full of wailing, either using Muggles for all kinds of brutal black magic experiments, or torture.

To be honest, it is quite miserable, and I have to sigh that weakness is the original sin.

Mo Chen also wanted to help them, but he couldn't, if he hit the grass and startled the snake, the unlucky one would be himself, and he didn't want to be a saint.

After searching around but not finding Nagini and Voldemort, Ink Dust had to leave the basement.

Then he walked around the entire manor, but he couldn't find even the shadow of a snake.

Helpless, he had to give up.

But just as he was about to leave, a paper cockroach flew towards him.

Ink dust immediately changed back to human form, controlled the paper cockroach with his wand, and fell into the grass.

The paper cockroach was enchanted, and as soon as it landed, it automatically unfolded, and when the ink dust looked closely, there was only one line on it: he was looking for a half-blood veela, a beauty meter.

He, referring to Voldemort.

It's so obedient.

Voldemort actually wants to use beauty on himself?

Or do you want to use a half-blood Veela?

I have acted brightly all my life, why do you do this to me?

Since you are not benevolent, then I am unjust, you use beauty to measure, see how I can easily crack it with a general meter.

The paper cockroach completed the mission and burned itself off.

Mo Chen glanced at the second floor and disappeared into the manor with a smile.

......

When Mochen returned to the safe house, he told Hermione everything he had heard in Malfoy Manor.

Of course, nothing was said about Snape, let alone about the beauty scheme.

The former is because Snape has defected in the eyes of the Iron Triangle, is a true Death Eater, and has killed Dumbledore, and he doesn't necessarily believe Hermione when he says it.

The latter, as long as the male with a normal head will not say, after all, more is better than less.

He focused on the plans of the Death Eaters.

After hearing this, Hermione carefully analyzed the wave: "We can't be careless, now in addition to making a fuss on the horn of the unicorn, there is also an unknown danger, that is, what exactly is Voldemort going to do, this must be clarified."

"Well, yes, yes, yes, you have to figure it out." Mo Chen echoed, what else can you do, find a beautiful woman.

"What are you going to do with the unicorn horn?" Hermione asked again.

"Their plan was to do it tonight, and naturally I had to change things out before they did." In this regard, Mochen is confident.

Hermione: "Well, I'm sure you can do it.

"Now, I have to practice a magic spell for the night's mission."

"What magic?" Hermione wondered.

"Everything is as you please."

"What kind of magic is this? How come I haven't heard? Hermione frowned, I hadn't heard of your magic.

"It's the Transfiguration Spell, but it's a spell that transforms everything." Mochen explained.

It's all created by him alone, and you'll see the hell if you hear it.

"Couldn't it be that you created it yourself?" He Minjue's three views were a little collapsed.

Others may not be able to create a magic in their lifetime, how can it be that ink dust is all self-created?

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, let the world know!" Mo Chen said very much.

Hermione: "...".

I really want to hit someone!

......

The magic of all things is actually created when it is created from the heart, but it is not skillful.

Today he temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet, and in the evening, he was already 100% successful.

Smooth and unexpected.

Mo Chen felt that it might be something he had experienced recently, which made his mentality change greatly, more confident, more calm, and stronger.

He felt that the ability and capital of wizards were a bit similar, the richer the person, the easier it was to earn money, the easier it was to earn money, the richer, and those poor people were the opposite.

In the end, it leads to a polarization between the rich and the poor.

Magic is similar.

Look at how many times stronger big guys like Dumbledore and Voldemort are than those ordinary wizards?

Dumbledore's ancient servant Fairy Fire, that is, the God of Fire, can easily destroy a city.

And many ordinary wizards may not even be able to release the flames.

Mo Chen waved his wand and chanted the incantation: "All things are as you wish." Immediately

afterward, the dining table in front of him turned into a white Scottish round-faced chicken.

The round-faced chicken "cooed" twice, flew around the top of the two heads, landed on the sofa and tilted its head to look at the two, a little cute.

"So cute." Women were naturally unable to resist this round-faced creature, and Hermione immediately stepped forward to hold the round-faced chicken and desperately "ravage".

"It's a success, I have to go." Mo Chen took something from the kitchen and disappeared into the safe house.

Target, Malfoy Manor.

I've already been there once, so I don't have to fly stupidly anymore, and I just teleported over.

Outside the main house, ink dust turned into a ladybug and flew in.

Coming to the second floor, he skillfully flew up the chandelier, still in the same position.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched with his eyes closed, he couldn't change places, and he wasn't afraid of being discovered.

The Death Eaters present were still the same people in the morning, except that there was an extra two-cylinder washing machine on the table, and the logo on it was still two shirtless children.

Mo Chen doesn't know how to complain, when did Haier also produce magic props?

Does Haier know it itself?

This twin-cylinder washing machine was supposed to be a portkey that Death Eaters were going to use to get their hands on the unicorn's horns.

There are forces that are different, and when there is no domestic goods, they will be shipped from abroad, and Voldemort is also painstakingly trying to deal with him.

It may be that after waiting for a long time, Lestrange is a little impatient.

"I'll go to the bathroom." With that, he couldn't wait to leave the second floor.

Seeing this, Mo Chen followed without hesitation.

But to the puzzlement of many Death Eaters, Lestrange, who had just come downstairs, suddenly turned back.

"Aren't you going to the bathroom, so soon?" Avery looked at each other, not knowing what the hell was going on.

"Oh, I suddenly felt like I could hold back for a while, so I came back." After that, 'Lestrange' sat back down.

Snape: "...".

Naturally, it is not the real Lestrange, but our ink dust disguise.

As for the real Lestrange?

It is estimated that it has already fallen into a meatloaf!