thefictionvixens Chapter 186 You Love Each Other
Chapter 186 You Love Each Other
Chapter 186 You Love Each Other
Ollivander's apprentice noticed the magic wizard opposite him staring at each other blankly and thought he had messed up the deal.
He was originally just an alchemy enthusiast at the bottom of the magical world, not even an alchemist. He usually made a living by selling handmade products to young wizards or to the parents of Muggle-born young wizards.
Because what he creates are merely magical artifacts. They may contain some magical elements, and therefore cannot even be considered a breach of secrecy laws.
So when Mr. Ollivander proposed to recruit some people with basic alchemy skills as apprentices, he was the first to sign up.
This was his first time working under Mr. Ollivander!
"We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes!"—He was practically begging on his knees, hurriedly explaining, "It should be fine."
Three nights ago, Mr. Ryan personally negotiated a deal with Mr. Ollivander, which involved delivering the goods here today!
He frantically searched his clothes, crumpling them into wrinkles: "Look, it's right here, this is the order, I really didn't deliver it to the wrong place!"
Martin strode forward, took the order from Ollivander's apprentice, and carefully examined the information written on it.
Unlike the flamboyant signatures of wealthy businessmen portrayed in TV dramas, the order ended with a neat signature that clearly stated his name: Ryan Wales.
"The price of a Magisterium wand is 10 Galleons. Since Mr. Lane is one of the founders of the Magisterium wand technique at Ollivanders Wand Shop, the total price is 704 Galleons after a 20% discount."
An apprentice at Ollivander's Wand Shop handed over a quill: "If there are no problems, please sign your name in the recipient's section. Thank you."
"I understand, please wait a moment." Martin took the quill pen and signed his name little by little.
His handwriting was not neat; in fact, on the last stroke, the tip of the quill pen left a deep mark, and the ink seeped through the back of the paper.
"I've delivered it, my job is done. Hope you all have a good time, goodbye!"
Overjoyed at successfully salvaging his first deal, the apprentice politely said goodbye, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, sprinkled it into the fireplace, and disappeared.
He probably thought he would never see them again, lest he run into these people who didn't even know they had bought things and scare himself to death.
Although being startled during a delivery is at least considered a work-related injury and Mr. Ollivander would definitely reimburse him, he still had to take the medicine and treat the illness himself, which was not pleasant. He felt like his heart was about to burst from that fright.
Martin silently walked to the pile of wands, took out a gold wand, raised his hand, and began distributing wands.
One by one, people stepped forward and took the wands they had been dreaming of from Martin's hands.
Each of them dreamed of going to Ollivanders wand shop to get their own magical golden wand, and they sang and danced happily.
I imagine how joyful, excited, and overwhelmed I would be at that moment.
But now, everyone is silent, taking it one by one, standing aside, heads bowed, wands in hand.
"There's actually one left for me?" The bald, middle-aged man at the end of the line thought he wouldn't get a share, so he didn't leave. But because the atmosphere wasn't right, he secretly ran away.
But he only realized that the atmosphere here was not suitable for sneaking away. When it was actually his turn, he was so shocked that he forgot that the atmosphere here was not suitable for saying trivial things.
Martin remained silent, then forcefully thrust forward the last of his magic wands, as if to pierce the middle-aged man through: "Everyone has one."
"What a coincidence! I also said I wanted to buy some for everyone—" The middle-aged man chuckled as he spoke, only to find everyone staring at him with murderous intent. He then obediently took his wand, tucked his tail between his legs, and stood at the back of the line.
Silence fell over the banquet hall, but beneath that silence surged a raging inferno, threatening to burst forth at any moment and burn everything they desired.
The principal's office in Beauxbatons.
Nicolas Lemaître and Perenel sat at the head of the table, neither of them going downstairs to look. Yet, they both seemed to know what was happening downstairs.
He told Lane, "Back then, the witch hunt was going on, and I went to debate with that pope. What impressed me most was the pope's interpretation of a line from the Gospel: 'A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.'"
"You've all read about that situation in the books. King Innarsan VIII used that phrase to highlight the failure of wizards, because wizards simply don't understand love; they only know how to kill each other. Back then, the biggest threat to both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons wasn't the Papacy, but the dark wizards who wanted to take advantage of the chaos and obtain experimental materials. Almost every time a student enrolled, a young wizard would disappear, having been captured by dark wizards in the neighborhood for experiments."
So when Innathan VIII said we were not united and that we had brought this upon ourselves, I couldn't refute him at that time.
"Their approach was to stand above all Muggles. Our approach was to retreat from the world and fight amongst ourselves. Perhaps that's why their glory lasted so long, while ours has long since become an ancient story."
Speaking of the past, the old man sighed deeply: "Well done, very well done. Ryan, you must keep doing this. Unite everyone, care for everyone."
Ryan and Maxim both stood up; as younger people listening to firsthand accounts of the somber topic of the witch hunts, they couldn't sit still.
If Maxim's purpose was to commemorate history, it was also to express his respect for the elderly gentleman.
Ryan couldn't sit still; he was simply restless.
Because the person speaking to him was his teacher, the statement "I love my teacher, but I love the truth more" was a powerful argument to refute the teacher.
However, when the teacher's expectations of him are positive, encouraging, inspiring, and reasonable, he can only listen attentively.
But the teacher's expectations were a bit too positive, using the Bible to demand things of him—Lane almost thought that Nicolas Flamel intended for him to play the guy on the cross.
"A large part of magic is the power of the mind, as you yourself have demonstrated in the experiments you led. You should be well aware of this," Nicolas Flamel interrupted Ryan, who was about to express his inadequacy and incompetence. "Therefore, my request for you is to spend more time with people like Martin, and then follow your heart. Is that alright?"
Suddenly, Ryan felt a sense of déjà vu at the implication of Nicolas Flamel's words, but since things had come to this point, he couldn't very well say no. He immediately replied, "Definitely. I'll make time to meet with them at least once a week."
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