Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 328 Harry Potter

(4,000 words)

There are a lot of regional shelters in this world that are like desperate towns, but when Lincoln consistently implemented violent measures, the solution to all problems became easier.

Once the heat gaze goes down, no contained object can resist it. It will either be knocked out of another form, or it will be erased directly.

After this wave, almost all the contained items were collected by Lincoln.

To be honest, some of the items here were pure garbage, but in order to replenish his inventory, Lincoln also collected them, which suddenly made the Secretariat and others return to abject poverty.

The world's largest collection organization has chosen to surrender, and organizations such as the Chaos Legion are even more vulnerable. Looking at his collection room that was suddenly filled with countless collections, Lincoln smiled with satisfaction.

He took out the system again and wanted to go directly to where the system was, but accidentally glanced away and found that another golden string had been prepared at some point. He thought for a moment, put the system away, and turned

The golden string was plucked, after all, it was plucked early and cooled down early.

The golden light reappeared in front of his eyes, but this time, Lincoln could see everything very clearly through the golden light.

Everything around him felt isolated as if covered with a layer of plastic, then continued to become blurry and clear in ripple-like ripples, and then everything around him changed.

Because precious means were used instead of the smuggling method like before, this time, a ray of information was transmitted from the golden string, which made Lincoln's brows move, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes: "Harry Potter world? It's another magical world.

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As he spoke, he walked around the royal palace. Some narrow lanes were full of people walking. Their clothes seemed to have the characteristics of the times and the world, and there were many shops on both sides of the lanes.

This is not a common sight in human society, this is Diagon Alley owned by wizards.

Lincoln felt the message conveyed by the golden string. He looked at his feet and found a corner of the envelope that he had stepped on. He opened the envelope and pulled out the envelope inside, which was a letter addressed to him.

Of course it is not an admission letter asking him to join Hogwarts as a student, but an admission letter asking him to open a new course at Hogwarts.

Of course he can refuse this invitation, no one in this world can do anything to him, but why should he refuse? That's Hogwoods!

Besides Grindelwald and Azkaban, is there any better place to have fun than Hogwarts?

Of course, the person who invited Lincoln to join the job in this letter was not the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, because the unlucky Quirrell was already the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts at this time. In addition, he had already lost his head early.

It was wrapped up, and it was obvious that Voldemort was already on the back of his head.

The course Hogwarts invited Lincoln to teach was a course called Innovative Magic Use Teaching.

The content of the course is probably to educate wizards to use magic in innovative ways, but will offering this course really not cause any objections to the original Charms teacher?

Oh, maybe not. Maybe Professor Flitwick will be happy. After all, teaching seven grades of courses is really not an easy task for one person. It is undoubtedly a sweatshop in Hogwarts!

Lincoln glanced at the letter. It mentioned necessary things. One was textbooks for teaching. If there were recommended books, he needed to report them to the school in advance and then arrange for students to buy them with confidence. But Lincoln personally definitely did not have any recommended books.

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He knew how to teach hammers, and if he was asked to teach, he would rather take out the Pirate Code and let those wizards read it, maybe they would be more interested in this thing.

And if you calculate the time, it should be too late. Hogwarts should think that he has no recommended books, so it prepares them by itself, right? In this way, it seems to save him a lot of trouble?

In addition to books, another must-have item is a wand. Of course, considering that they are all spell-casting instruments, maybe a hanging ring is also acceptable? But this seems to be something that can wait. Let’s get a wand first.

Gold Galleons are the common currency of the European wizarding community in this world. They are exquisitely made and also contain the magic of Gringotts Elf, ensuring that each Gold Galleons is unique and cannot be imitated.

Lincoln didn't have a galleons on him, but he had gold.

Gringotts.

It seemed that he felt that Lincoln did not look like a rich man, and the goblin in the money-seeking eyes did not have a particularly respectful attitude until Lincoln slapped a gold brick on the table, and their eyes widened instantly, and the light radiated from it: "

Hello sir, do you want to exchange gold galleons? The current floating exchange rate is 6.7 pounds per gold galleons, and the exchange rate between pounds and gold is 225 pounds per ounce."

As he spoke, the goblin quickly calculated: "The gold brick you have is 17.636 ounces, which can be exchanged for 592 gold Galleons, 4 silver Sickles and 9 Knuts. Do you want to exchange it?"

A gold brick is exchanged for 592 gold galleons. It sounds like the goblin is losing a lot, but in fact it is not a loss at all. The gold galleons of the wizard are different from the gold galleons outside. It has the magic of the goblin on it.

It is impossible to expect to melt these gold galleons or go to human society to exchange money to buy gold circulation, because it will trigger magic, and in the end it will be useless. At least the wizard can't do it without triggering magic.

Lincoln can do this, but now he wants to get a wand, not teach these goblins a lesson.

Ignoring those odds and ends, Lincoln left with 592 gold galleons and found Ollivander's Wand Shop. There were other wand shops in Diagon Alley, but this one was only mentioned in the novel that Lincoln read.

Where is the store?

Here we have to mention the importance of advertising. With a good reputation, business can even reach among those who travel through time.

Maybe it was a little late, most of the students and wand-demanders had already obtained their own wands, so when Lincoln opened the door, there was only one little boy in the entire wand shop.

The first time he saw the little boy, Lincoln laughed: "Harry Potter."

When he heard someone calling his name, Harry turned back to look at Lincoln: "Sir, are you calling me?"

"It's just a preview." Lincoln smiled cheerfully: "So that I can call your name skillfully in class later."

Harry:???

Hearing Lincoln's words, Harry's little face was filled with confusion.

His intuition told him that being called by the teacher frequently during class was definitely not a good thing, but looking at Lincoln, he couldn't think of any solution to the problem for a while. After all, he was just a kid without a wand!

When Lincoln and Harry stared at each other, Ollivander came over with a wand: "Try this one."

As he handed the wand in his hand to Harry, he looked at Lincoln with some confusion: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"The new teacher at Hogwarts." Lincoln took out the envelope and said, "I'm here to get a wand."

Ollivander hesitantly took the envelope and looked at it. After confirming the handwriting and mark on it, he confirmed Lincoln's identity: "Have you ever had a wand before?"

"No."

"No?" There was a hint of surprise in Ollivander's voice: "I'm sorry, I rarely see wizards of your age who still don't have their first wand, so I'm surprised. So, do you have any concerns about your wand?"

Any ideas?”

Generally speaking, for a wizard's first wand, Ollivander's suggestion is to choose each other, but Lincoln's situation was too special. It was so special that Harry forgot to wave the wand in his hand, but stood aside blankly.

Look at the two people.

Ollivander's words were as expected by Lincoln. He snapped his fingers and a piece of vibranium and a piece of his hair were placed directly on the counter: "I want to use these two materials to make something that belongs to me."

The wand.”

Looking at the two materials in front of him, Ollivander fell silent.

Ollivander was silent, but Lincoln was not silent. Instead, he smiled: "What's wrong? Isn't it possible that Master Ollivander can't use these two materials to make a wand?"

As his fingers lightly brushed against the two materials, Ollivander's expression became even weirder.

As a master craftsman, he could often find out the properties of the material and match the corresponding core or body in just a few moments, but the two materials placed in front of him now were both things he had never heard of.

The first was vibranium. He could confirm its near-indestructible properties by just tapping it twice. It was very difficult to make a staff out of this piece of material.

As for the hair that Lincoln took off from his body, Ollivander began to doubt his life.

The wand core is the core of the wand, so it is particularly important. It is best to use materials such as hair, feathers and nerves from some magical creatures. Wand cores made from different creatures can give the wand different characteristics.

Ollivander, who has been making wands for decades, can be said to have an understanding of the body materials of almost all magical creatures, but he has no idea where the black hair in front of him comes from.

With just a simple touch, he felt the vast power and changeable nature contained in the hair, just like the sun in the sky, which can be both warm and scorching, majestic and gentle,

It simply shattered all his previous perceptions.

Ollivander has seen many magical creatures, but he is almost certain that even a giant dragon or other magical creatures may not have as much magic power as the terrifying hair in front of him.

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Thinking of this, his palms trembled unconsciously: "Can you tell me what kind of creature's hair this is?"

"I think it's better for you not to know." Lincoln smiled slightly and tapped twice on the table: "Okay, just tell me if you can make a wand."

Ollivander wanted to say that there might be nothing he could do, but suddenly he realized that the famous savior was watching from the side with wide eyes at this moment, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only say in a more hesitant tone: "It might be more troublesome.

The nature of the material is very strong and I can't necessarily shape it."

"It's very simple." Lincoln smiled slightly: "Its first melting only requires a temperature of about 800 degrees Celsius. As long as this temperature is maintained, it can remain in a liquid state, but there is only one chance. After solidifying again, even if

Even the high temperature of 50,000 degrees cannot cause it to show signs of melting. Master Ollivander, the time has come to test your skills."

The temperature of 800 degrees is not a big problem for wizards, but having only one chance can put great pressure on people.

Ollivander knew this was a challenge, but he wanted to continue because he felt that after the wand was successfully produced, it might become unique in the world and could never be copied again.

Thinking of this, he collected the materials given by Lincoln with great solemnity: "I will try my best to make it, but it will take some time. You can come and pick it up tomorrow."

"One day, then I'll wait for the good news tomorrow." After Lincoln finished speaking, he smiled at Harry: "Remember to read more Potions textbooks when you go back, otherwise your life in the next few years will be ruined.

It may be difficult. Of course, even if you watch it, your life won't be much better."

Harry:???

Lincoln's words made Harry become more and more uneasy. He no longer knew what was waiting for him in the mysterious magic school Hogwarts.

Seeing Lincoln walking out of the wand shop, his back gradually disappearing into the crowd, Harry looked at Ollivander with a confused look, as if he wanted him to say something.

Facing Harry's gaze, Ollivander opened his mouth, but in the end he could only change the topic from Hogwoods, which Harry was curious about, to the wand: "Maybe, you can try your wand first?"

Harry looked at the wand in his hand and fell silent. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

Harry, who was startled, shook the wand in his hand, and smashed the lightbulb above his head with a snap. Glass shards rained down, and Ollivander hurriedly took the wand away from Harry: "Yes.

Not this one."

Ollivander returned to the wand pile to search. Hagrid, who was holding a cage with a snowy owl in his hand, squeezed in through the narrow door frame: "Harry, are you still there?"

Didn't you find your wand?"

"No, no." Harry nodded, and then asked curiously: "Can you tell me what Potions class is?"

"Potion?" Hagrid fell silent. He was in charge of the Forbidden Forest, and he was also responsible for protecting magical biology. He really didn't know much about potions.

But he still knew something about the relationship between the Potions professor and Harry's parents, which made it even harder for him to speak out.

Just when Hagrid was silent, Ollivander came out with a new wand: "Maybe, this is it, give it a try."

(End of chapter)