Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Ah, it turns out that Mr. Leslie is an alchemist. How rude." Yuko showed a surprised expression, obviously not investigating this kind of information before.

Murakami was thoughtful.

It seemed that he had heard some rumors before when he was at Hogwarts.

"In that case, it's easy to explain." Yuko breathed a sigh of relief, "The so-called amulet is something similar to the protective product in alchemy products.

"Don't alchemists inject their own magic into magic circles to ensure that they can expand the moment they are attacked? Neon amulets are similar.

"It's just that here in Neon, what's stored in those things is not the power of the priests, but the magic power between heaven and earth."

"Well, in fact, alchemists don't inject magic into products. We directly use magic to carve formations on the surface of objects. When using it, just inject the buyer's own magic into it." Robert explained, "Of course, most of them Some people actually can't do this, but fortunately alchemy products can absorb the energy of heaven and earth independently."

"But what you said about storing the alchemist's own magic power in it... Protective products occasionally do this, but..." Robert showed a helpless expression, "It seems that the purebloods don't like the alchemy they use. The product is tainted with someone else’s scent.”

When it came to the mysterious alchemy, Yuko was obviously interested and asked her doubts, "But if this is the case, how can the protective circle be automatically deployed?"

Takashi Murakami was naturally concerned about this issue. When he was living in Hogwarts Castle, he bought several interesting alchemy items in Diagon Alley that were said to be handed down from ancient times.

One of them has a protective magic circle engraved on it.

"When encountering this kind of situation, they usually ask for special customization." Robert shared his experience and expressed curiosity about the ritual Yuko mentioned. "Speaking of which, I am still somewhat interested in the priest's technique. , after all, we couldn’t do this kind of thing in a corrupt country.”

After all, it is a magical country where it takes a month to charge an electronic dictionary with magic power before it can be turned on and used for a week.

Yuko nodded confusedly, not sure if she understood. She hesitated for a long time and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Leslie is interested in witnessing this ceremony with his own eyes?"

"Huh?" Robert was surprised, "Is this kind of thing okay?"

"Watching the ceremony itself is also a way to spread faith." Yuko pointed to the amulet Mr. Nakamura just took out with a smile, "As an alchemist, you should be more aware of how this thing is made. Are you interested?"

"Sorry to trouble you." Robert thanked him politely.

Kenji Nakamura squinted his eyes and sat there dozing off.

He was too sleepy. Although he didn't have many working hours every day, he would feel inexplicably flustered when he got home. Even falling asleep became a luxury.

Occasionally, he would ask, "In this case, I'll just sleep in the company. Although there is no bed, sleeping bags and the like can be rented, right?"

But every time he thinks like this, a voice comes out of his heart——

That's the apartment you spent all your money to rent! Is it really a good idea to just leave it empty and waste resources?

Then he will go home obediently with tangles and uneasiness.

As a result, when I get home, I will see the peeping woman outside the window again. I will be frightened and have insomnia. I will go to work and get off work. I will be frightened again and have insomnia again...

The cycle goes on and on, seemingly without end.

"Mr. Nakamura looks like he has worked really hard." Yuko sighed and asked the landlady to bring him a blanket to cover him, while the others continued to sweep away the food.

Robert expressed that he was very worried. Obviously I am not the single social beast who fainted from exhaustion. Why are you all eating while I am busy here?

He was playing with a small guardian in his hand, and through analysis, he could feel that it contained very gentle magic power.

This feeling is very strange, but not incomprehensible.

Just like magic, the magic power of the Patronus Curse is biased towards happiness and determination, the magic power of Avada is biased towards death and fear, and the magic power of the Cruciatus Curse is biased towards torture and pain.

And the magic power rich in this guard is biased towards warding off evil spirits.

After all, this is a world dominated by emotional magic. It is not incomprehensible that the spell contains the emotions of the caster, but few people care about it.

In the case of a flashback spell, as long as you know whose wand cast the spell that can cause death, wizards will not have the desire to peek into the criminal's mind.

If you are really interested, just take a drop of truth serum and you can ask anything.

While Robert was thinking wildly, Hermione carefully picked up a bunch of meatballs and handed them to Robert, "This is delicious." She said this, her face flushed, as if she was waiting for Robert to take the meatballs.

Robert blinked, raised his hands, and said distressedly, "I am analyzing what should I do if this imperial guard has no hands?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, her eyes wandering for a moment, and then she stuffed the meatball skewer into Robert's mouth.

Robert, who was almost smeared with honey on the meatball, reluctantly accepted the kindness and picked up a round and chubby meatball.

Well, it's actually just glutinous rice balls with sugar water, the sweeter kind, without fillings, but the layer of honey on top tastes great.

"Because you look like foreigners and you didn't put peanut butter on it. I wonder if you like our meatballs?" The lady boss smiled and placed the meatballs in front of several people and asked in a low voice.

"Are there any balls with peanut butter?" Hermione's eyes lit up, "I want to try this! Don't worry, we are not allergic to nuts."

Rather, wizards are immune to many Muggle allergens.

The boss lady quickly served another kind of meatballs, and sure enough, this one tasted just right. Things like glutinous rice balls would look weird without fillings.

While the little wizards were happily enjoying their desserts, the client, who had fallen into a deep sleep, finally woke up with a long breath.

"Um, I seem to have fallen asleep?" Nakamura Kenji had tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, looking at the surrounding environment in confusion. After experiencing a brain shutdown, he finally recalled the scene before he fell asleep.

He was discussing his current situation with the exorcist he hired.

When he came to his senses, he quickly took out his handkerchief, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said sheepishly, "I just changed my job recently and I am a little overworked..."

As he said this, he couldn't help but blush. He was overworked or something. It seemed that after he successfully applied for a job, he only had insomnia while watching anime and didn't do much work.