"As for the explosion, after all, we all know how naughty the wizard's magic is. Hogwarts has so many little wizards like you, and your lost magic power can produce ghosts like Peeves. So it is very reasonable for you to have terrorist attacks happen every now and then at work."
"After all, that happens a lot to Ministry of Magic."
"Secondly, using powerful magic power, we can also create a similar automated assembly line. However, I noticed that many fine alchemy equipment or Potions are very sensitive to magic power, so it is not advisable to rely purely on magic power."
Kayson has these two points written on the blackboard.
"Now, I have found a way to free the wizard's hands. I originally called this method Mechanical Power, but I don't think this name is particularly magical, so I called it magic transmission."
Kayson said as he took out a few small gears, "We only need to assemble them simply..."
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to add little details to them."
Boom... Boom...
"What happened?" Professor McGonagall, who was typing Dumbledore from Headmaster's Office, asked in confusion.
"Oh, who knows? Although I don't know what happened, I know exactly who caused this movement." Dumbledore shrugged.
On the other side, Kayson, who returned to the office after class, looked at the materials that Grindelwald had helped translate and felt envious. He didn't know how many languages the old man knew. He couldn't compare with him in this regard. Because he had the Chinese foundation of the previous one, he was almost treated as a mute as a child when he had just traveled through time, but hard work can make up for his weakness.
This can also reflect Kayson's impressive language talent. Basically, he is no different from Shet... Even until now, he only knows... two and a half languages.
Before he could sit down and take a good look at the information on the soul branch, a young wizard stood in front of him.
"Find a chair and sit down Arthur... Well, I always feel your name is a bit strange, because the gentleman Weasley family is also named Arthur." Kayson raised his head and said.
"You can also call me Morgan, I'm not picky." Arthur said with a shrug.
"Then it's Arthur. Anyway, you two didn't show up at the same time, so what's the point?"
"Professor, what's the use of the Alchemy golem you demonstrated to us in class using gears to make a machine that can understand human speech, has no magic power and can do complex precision work...?" Arthur asked directly.
"Automation, in fact, you don't need that level of precision at all. I'm just showing off my skills with you. To really use it, you only need to let it do one or two very simple things." Kayson replied casually.
"I mean, professor, why does the wizarding world need such high productivity? This is what I really doubt." Arthur asked.
"Hmm, it is still useful. For example, the wand you are using contains a device called Trace, which is the tree fiber of the immortal wood. The magic power of this tree fiber fluctuates very widely. Before being processed, they can cause power plants thousands of miles away to malfunction for no reason. This is why they are used as Trace and Ministry of Magic as a means to monitor you little wizards."
"It is also very difficult to extract this Trace. The range of its magic radiation is too large. Muggle's mechanical equipment cannot be used, and magic cannot be used directly, because although the magic radiation of Trace has a wide range, it is low in intensity. If it is directly impacted by other magic powers, it will be useless, destroying ordinary wood fibers."
"So to make that thing, people can only use a knife to cut it into small pieces of wood, and then use a hammer to smash out the fibers. This is what the so-called magic transmission does."
"It should help people move bricks, so that people have time and energy to write poems and draw pictures, instead of playing high-end games right from the beginning... that would be useless."
After Kayson said a long sentence, he picked up the water glass and took a sip to moisten his throat.
"If that's the case, wouldn't those who originally relied on making Trace fiber have no way of living?" Arthur asked Yu.
"The truth is so cruel, which is why we have to improve ourselves... and the fact that no one makes a living by making this thing. I once went to Ollivander's workshop, and that was his apprentice's work... without wages." Kayson replied.
"... Suppose I want to build a factory after graduation... Professor, what kind of factory do you think it should be?" Arthur asked you.
"You may not necessarily build a factory, but you may find a farm to grow mangoes." Kayson subconsciously said.
"Ah?" Arthur was confused.
"Oh, it's okay, your name sounds like another friend of mine." Kayson waved his hand.
"Which one from Weasley family?"
"No, his last name is Morgan too."
"Okay Professor... what about my question?"
"It depends on how well you learn. For example, if you can make Potions with the same skills as Snape, you can even make Liquid Luck in batches... I guess." Kayson didn't forget to give himself a piece of armor at the end.
"Professor, why do you say you are so... not confident?"
"Because I don't understand Potions... In the first year I came to Hogwarts, you Professor Snape asked me not to invest my limited energy in Potions, so it's obvious that I have no talent." Kayson shrugged.
"So... Professor... Can I understand that there is no big advantage in learning magic power transmission?" Arthur asked.
"If everyone makes progress, that is collective progress, not individual progress. It's just that no one is comparing with you, but in fact, you have indeed made progress." Kayson subconsciously took a mouthful of chicken soup.
"Okay... So I can only make sure I don't fall behind..." Arthur leaned back on the chair and sighed.
"I can only say that you are already better than most people." Kayson stood up and encouraged Yu.
"Uh-huh... Why should I say uh-huh?"
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