great-warnovel Chapter 32 Magical Thesis
Chapter 32 Magical Thesis
The sound of bells seemed to have disappeared from the school.
The outsider also sensed the professors' vigilance and went into hiding.
Hermione gradually stopped prioritizing these issues and instead focused on her studies.
"In fact, while Muggles were researching how to use nuclear weapons to exterminate wizards, wizards were also researching the power of nuclear weapons." Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books, carefully manipulating a ball of blue light with his wand to demonstrate to his students.
"How to control and use this destructive power is now one of the most important issues in the wizarding world. This radiation pollution, which has spread all over the world, will be a source of anxiety for people for centuries to come."
"Of course, as radiation affects the human body, the possibility of newborns being born with radiation-carrying little wizards is also increasing year by year."
All eyes turned to Hermione, who had demonstrated her ability to unleash attacks using radiation even before enrolling.
"Indeed, Miss Granger may be an example of someone born with this power," Professor Flitwick said with a smile.
Hermione nodded, but she knew she wasn't born that way.
She conjured a ball of starlight in her hand and said, "However, Professor, as you know, I have not received any magical education before, so my understanding of this power may differ from the mainstream."
Flitwick was intrigued and widened his eyes: "Tell me, Miss Granger."
Hermione said, "I believe this radiance comes from the universe; it is the manifestation of the stars' power on Earth."
Malfoy immediately let out a sneer. He dared to express his contempt to a limited extent now because Hermione was too lazy to beat him up for these things, which gave him the illusion that he was capable again.
Professor Flitwick, however, looked thoughtful, scratching his chin with his gleaming silver hand: "Oh yes, from that perspective, it's not entirely wrong. Muggles believe that stars shine because of nuclear fusion. If we interpret the source of power from the perspective of wizarding idealism, understanding it as an external phenomenon..."
The professor began talking to himself, and the first-year students couldn't understand a word he was saying.
After a while, he finally snapped out of his thoughts: "Oh, sorry kids, today's lesson was a bit beyond the curriculum. You don't need to take notes on this part."
Then he smiled and looked at Hermione: "If you'd like, you can write your magic and ideas into a paper, and I'll guide you to publish it in 'Postwar Charms Research.' You should know that you are currently the only known case, and you are very valuable for research, both in terms of your magic and your personal life."
Hermione was startled: "You're not going to slice me into pieces, are you?!"
Flitwick paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You might become the founding father of radiation magic, and one day you'll be made into a statue and placed in the square."
Hermione pondered for a moment. This might not be a bad thing. In this world severely damaged by radiation, if the magic of the Radiant Stone were promoted, it might end the effects of radiation more quickly and restore the world to normal. As for whether bad guys might take control of the Radiant Stone magic and use it to attack her, Hermione wasn't worried at all.
If they can surpass her, the old witch of the borderlands, after studying for a few years, then such people would be just as good at learning other things.
"I will try to come up with a plan, and I will probably trouble you from time to time, Professor," Hermione said. Flitwick's eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he smiled. If his student really became the creator of this theoretical magic, then he, as the teacher, would also be proud.
After the morning spells class, the afternoon was the dreaded anti-wizard defense class. Lucius had a long face, looking like everyone owed him tens of thousands of Galleons.
"I'll say it again, the Death Protection Jacket isn't 100% effective! 99.96% doesn't equal 100%! If anyone still can't learn the tactical roll in the next combat class and tries to fool me with the Death Protection Jacket, I'll personally let them taste the Death Curse!" He slammed his fist on the table and roared.
Hermione felt that Lucius's temper had clearly deteriorated since the start of the school year. If he was a treacherous and vicious nobleman at the beginning of the school year, he now seemed to be giving up and abandoning his principles.
"Death! Revere death! Understand? Even today, the Killing Curse still stands at the top of all offensive curses! Don't treat this like a joke! Once you're on the other side, you can never come back!" Lucius described it viciously, trying to scare everyone.
"Father...Professor, what about the ghost?" Draco raised his hand and asked, "Did the ghost go to the other side?"
Clearly, Hermione and her two friends weren't the only ones interested in ghosts; the other children were too, not to mention Draco, who had been terribly tormented by them.
If someone else asked him this question, Lucius would just scold him, but since it's his own son, he doesn't mind answering.
"Ghosts don't count. Although they're not alive, they lack the courage to move forward and have stayed here," Lucius explained. "Of course, it's not necessarily because of courage; it could be due to unfulfilled wishes or hatred, but precisely because of this, they have a huge weakness."
"Weaknesses?" Draco asked, puzzled. "But they seem incredibly powerful. Most magic can't harm them. They're already dead, they can't die again, and they can fly, walk through walls, and become invisible! They're impossible to defend against! Even the professor doesn't have a good solution."
"That's because you didn't use the right method." Lucius seemed to remember how badly his son had been mistreated, and suddenly became angry again: "And those professors! They were unwilling to use the correct magic so as not to harm the ghosts; otherwise, how could they have gotten entangled!"
He stomped his cane, furious, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, sneered, "Ghosts are thieves fleeing death, like clams without shells, fragile and foolish. Their minds are confined to an extremely narrow realm. They are not truly alive, but neither are they truly dead. If you harden your heart and attack a ghost with the Killing Curse, it will be even less resistant than a living person and will be directly summoned by death."
"Just like Hermione's white flames!" a clever little imp interjected inappropriately.
Lucius glared at him fiercely.
"Of course, some people are born with some underhanded tricks," he said, feigning indifference.
"In this new era, it's not surprising that young wizards suddenly develop some kind of talent."
"But an individual's talent, if it cannot be used by the masses, is at best a flash in the pan. Even if what you call the Pale Flame represents death like the Killing Curse, its popularity is far less than that of the Killing Curse."
Hermione found Lucius's strange words odd; he seemed to be trying to express something.
"If some people really want to serve the public, they should write their magic into papers, make it known to the public, and even make it possible for everyone to learn it. That way, even if the ghosts riot again, there won't be a situation like Halloween," Lucius said meaningfully.
Hermione immediately realized his ulterior motive; he was eyeing her spirit fire!
Professor Flitwick was curious about his pyroxene magic but not greedy; he genuinely hoped that this magic for controlling radiation could be popularized.
But Lucius is different. Ghosts are not a chronic problem in the wizarding world, and there are already certain countermeasures. He is just using rhetoric to trick himself into revealing magic and understanding this unknown power!
Hermione scoffed disdainfully. The owner of the wealthy and powerful Malfoy Castle even coveted children's candy.
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm busy writing Professor Flitwick's paper and I'm afraid I won't have the energy to do anything else for a while," Hermione said, neither too firmly nor too softly.