I've learned how to use Apparition, but I can't use it at will yet.
After his fourth success, Vincent was exhausted.
Both mental and physical exhaustion.
The distance that can be transferred is less than ten meters, and the number of transfers cannot exceed four.
But this is just the beginning, everything will be alright.
Back at the cliff, Sam immediately dropped Vincent was draped over his shoulder.
The fifth attempt failed as expected, but thankfully there was no serious Splinching.
The severed left arm is protected by magic; as long as it is reattached in time, there will be only a little bleeding at most.
Seeing his weakened state, Sam couldn't help but sneer:
"Wayne, I told you not to overestimate yourself, and look what happened!"
Vincent struggled to sit up from the edge of the cliff.
It was so close, so close to falling.
"Heh heh—if I fall and die, you'll never get a good night's sleep for the rest of your life."
Sam helped him up, his face full of reluctance. "Don't worry, I'll get you before you fall to the ground."
"Don't worry, the first thing I'll do when I become a ghost is go to Woolworth Building to find Mr. Graves."
"Ahem—next time I'll definitely stop you from losing your arm beforehand."
"Gurgle—" My stomach rumbled as soon as I finished speaking, so this guarantee was completely unconvincing.
"What are you looking at? I just threw up not long ago!"
Vincent rolled his eyes and took out a small cloth bag that had been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm.
"There's food inside. I'll continue when I've recovered enough."
Sam nodded casually and took out all sorts of food from the small cloth bag.
Roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausages, stew, honey pies, raisin pudding, chocolate cream puffs...
Wow—where did you get all of these?
"School kitchen".
He tore off a large piece of lamb leg, saying, "The taste is just so-so."
"If you're so capable, then don't eat it."
"Being hungry for a long time will distract me."
Vincent would swear to Merlin's portrait that if Sam hadn't been in such bad shape, Sam would have turned into a pig's head by now.
However, to ambush a fully-fledged adult wizard whose magic is powerful enough to Apparition across continents, who is already prepared with a wand in hand, and who seems to have a promising future...
He had a strong feeling that the opportunity was coming next Saturday, at the Three Broomsticks.
The afternoon practice went very smoothly.
All five attempts resulted in no Splinching.
And by the end, I was no longer as weak as I had been in the morning.
When Vincent returned to Hogsmeade, he was already wearing a black cloak.
"Tsk tsk tsk~" Sam took a serious look at his outfit for the first time.
"Dressed up like that in Big White, only Madam Rosmerta, who is used to all sorts of things, would have been arrested long ago."
"Did you learn Human Transfiguration at my age?"
"Tch—" Sam scoffed, "You're a monster."
These kids are barely out of their teens, yet their magical abilities are almost at the level of adult wizards.
A near-death experience can not only enhance one's affinity for magic, but can even accelerate the growth of magical power to some extent.
Honestly, I've been using Wild Fruit Reading to read and follow my favorite books lately. It has great source switching and a variety of reading voice options. It's compatible with both Android and Apple devices.
Vincent raised his hand and tapped his forehead. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration'?"
"If it were that simple, geniuses wouldn't be geniuses," Sam said with disdain.
"Don't listen to this kind of comforting talk; the world is a big place."
"Do you know who said that?"
"I don't care who he is."
"It was said by one of your United States Muggle businessmen."
Sam suddenly changed his expression, "Oh—that sounds quite philosophical."
Vincent's lips curled up slightly. "Actually, he had a second half to his sentence:"
"But that 1% inspiration is the most important, even more important than the 99% perspiration."
Sam raised his big face slightly. "I like to hear that. A genius is a genius. You can't catch up with them just by working hard."
"Yes, so he registered the patent for the light bulb and became the person who invented the light bulb in history."
"Forehead--"
"Do you think the inspiration for inventing the light bulb is more important, or the inspiration for registering a patent?"
"Of course, it's inventing the light bulb!" Sam's expression changed again, and he began to severely condemn the businessman.
"I think so too," Vincent, smiling at him.
"I believe Mr. Graves will be pleased that you realize this."
Both are sources of inspiration, but the former is respected while the latter is despised.
The inventor of the light bulb may not know his motives, but registering a patent must have been for personal gain.
Sam realized what was happening.
This is saying that he could have been respected, but instead chose a path that is despised.
"Wayne, you haven't been possessed by some old monster, have you?"
Vincent tapped his forehead again. "The main thing is that I have a sense of crisis, unlike you who idles around all day."
"Are you indirectly insulting me, kid?"
"No, I just gave you a little suggestion."
Despite being twice the age difference, Sam always felt that he was the elder.
They're paying bail to get people released, and they're also scheming to work to pay off their debts.
Shit!
It turns out that it was reminding itself of the many favors it owed.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
"Get out! Get out!" Sam cursed as he watched him walk into Hogsmeade.
No matter how unreliable they are, they still have at least some basic integrity.
Let's put a little more effort into next week's illegal Apparition Class.
Vincent was in a good mood when he returned to the castle.
Sam's personality is like a rubber ball; he won't move forward unless kicked.
Today was lucky; it was a close call but no real danger.
Upon entering the club, the third-year competition had already ended.
The two contestants who advanced were Cormac McLaggen and Katie Bell.
They had participated in the Quidditch selection tournament, but unfortunately failed to qualify for various reasons.
However, both are substitutes, one a goalkeeper and the other Chaser.
Making it into the top 14 of the college means at least a prize.
The Black Swan on the other side is quite generous; they offer 10 Galleon just for signing up, and an additional 50 Galleon for winning a match.
Lucius is really making the most of every minute to spend 150,000 on a campus tournament.
So, it's time to strike.
After dinner,
With the large boiler set up, the daily copper and iron smelting officially began.
By curfew time, a total of about 40 kilograms of alloy had been extracted.
4,000 cards a day is definitely not enough to rely solely on the school.
The factories in France and Japan are already completed, so it's definitely not enough to supply four markets with just this one factory.
It's not that handing over the recipe is impossible, the key issue is that Alchemists are hard to find.
If we were to replicate an entire Muggle production line...
The costs are too high; Gwent, after all, just a small business.
After daybreak.
Vincent received a letter from France.
The letter was written by Devin, who routinely inquired about the actual release date, followed by a table of the value of France Wizard Cards.
The increase is encouraging, almost reaching two-thirds of that in the Britain.
Those card dealers who went into the business of reselling in the early days have probably already made a fortune.