Chapter 27 Thank You Dear Professor Fu

"Senior, what is the progress of the dismantling of the Floo Network?"

Grete handed over the breakfast in her hand and picked up Penelope's notes.

Penelope looked like she had been studying all night, her hair was messy and her eyes were bloodshot.

While wolfing down her food, she told Grete about her progress.

"The positioning configuration has been dismantled. The next thing to dismantle is the transmission configuration. This is the biggest project. After dismantling, we will modify it to adapt to miniaturization."

Penelope's tone was full of resentment. She obviously joined as a partner.

But now she felt more like a worker who was cruelly exploited by capitalists.

But there was no way, who made the partner in front of her the big boss.

What she is studying now is all from other people's ideas, although the big boss now has incomplete basic knowledge and can only rely on herself.

But compared with the person who came up with the idea, the tool person is obviously easier to find.

According to the dean, Penelope, you are not the only candidate, just because you are the only one who is free among the people who meet the requirements now.

After all, according to the future described by Grete, she, Penelope Cruvat, will become a hot capital star in the wizarding world within a year after she has achieved results.

Those pure-blood families that have been passed down for hundreds of years may not have as much liquid assets as she has.

If Grete was not afraid that someone would achieve results first, he would have announced his plan to many people clinging to his legs and begging for shares.

"It is enough to disassemble the positioning configuration. We will not disassemble the Floo Network next."

Grete's words almost choked Penelope, and she swallowed the sausage in her mouth with difficulty, and she felt bad all over.

Since she learned about Grete's big plan, Penelope has been studying day and night.

In order to achieve results as soon as possible, she invested almost all her free time except for the required classes.

Recently, she has not even returned to the lounge much. Every day, she goes into the research room of the Room of Requirement and falls asleep when she is tired.

She continued her research after waking up. If Grete hadn't remembered to come and give her food from time to time, she would have starved herself to death here.

Now the big boss said that he would not dismantle it, so he did not dismantle it. He really treated her like a tool without temper.

If she hadn't been rational, Penelope would have wanted to draw out her wand and shoot a clear spring of water at Grete's face.

"I have a new idea these two days. Our goal is to make a portable information terminal. The teleportation magic of the Floo Network is too difficult for us to modify.

We don't need to transmit entities like the Floo Network, as long as we can transmit information in real time.

And there is another point. Even if we have disassembled and analyzed it, the final modification may not necessarily complete our established concept.

So, why don't we create a suitable configuration from scratch according to our needs."

Penelope thought Grete had some good ideas at first, and listened to Grete's explanation seriously.

Until she heard a sentence in her ears, creating a configuration from scratch.

She decisively turned her attention back to the food. When it comes to creating a configuration, Penelope still knows how good she is.

Let's fill our stomachs and continue disassembling. Maybe the boss will figure it out in a few days.

Gret didn't find it strange to see her reaction. In the current wizarding world, there is not one person whose brain is not solidified among ten thousand people.

In order to prove that she has this ability, Gret took out her wand in front of Penelope.

"Utopia!"

With the fluctuation of magic power, Penelope's attention was attracted to Gret.

The 360-degree shield without dead angles kept flashing with magic power fluctuations, which made people feel extremely safe inside.

Penelope's eyes lit up, "What is this?"

Gret didn't explain, but asked Penelope to attack her with her strongest spell.

"Shattered to pieces."

At Gret's repeated request, Penelope tentatively cast the Shattering Spell, just because she was worried that the shield could not resist it. She obviously did not apply too much magic power.

But no matter how much the magic power is suppressed, Shattered to pieces is also an amazingly powerful offensive spell.

Unexpectedly, when the spell touched the shield, it did not even cause the shield to react.

It was like water entering the sea, moistening things silently.

Penelope instantly became interested. As a well-known academic master, she could be sure that there was no such powerful defensive spell in the current magic world.

Those pure-blood families that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years do not have it, and the goblins that have repeatedly rebelled but continued to pass on their heritage do not have it either.

"Break into pieces, break into pieces, break into pieces."

As a student praised by even Professor Flitwick, Penelope's duel level is naturally not bad.

The Crushing Spell was fully fired, and three consecutive shots blocked Gretel's escape path in a triangular shape.

The moment she cast the Crushing Spell, she regretted it, and her head that had been up all night suddenly became clear.

She was about to cast the spell to stop immediately with the wand in her hand to save Gretel from danger.

Who would have thought that Gretel would not only not retreat, but instead took a step forward and swallowed three spells head-on.

Penelope looked nervous, while Grete looked confident.

The shield was like a bubble blown by the wind, shaking a few times and then firmly returning to its original state.

Penelope didn't plan to try, because even if she attacked again, it would only turn three crushing spells into a dozen continuous arrows.

But Grete's magic shield obviously has some power left.

Besides, how could wizards stand and cast spells so stupidly in a duel? Of course, they would dodge as much as they could.

Dodging and counterattacking is the right thing to do.

But Grete's spell is too unreasonable. As long as you put on such a shield, you are basically invincible.

As long as there is enough magic power, a single-soldier rifle can be transformed into an iron-blooded Gundam.

At this point, how could Penelope not understand Grete's meaning.

The big boss obviously has a more advanced technical reserve. As a partner, of course, he chooses to listen to him.

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"Yes, this is my unique spell, Utopia. Want to learn it? I'll teach you."

Penelope threw the wand aside in a bad mood and complained.

"If I had known that you had the ability to create your own spells, I wouldn't have had to work so hard to dismantle the configuration. I haven't had a good rest for at least half a month.

I'll come back in the evening. This time, you take the lead and I'll be responsible for assisting you."

Penelope seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, and the whole person suddenly became refreshed.

God knows how many brain cells she spent on dismantling, because she was the only one with enough ability before.

This time, the big boss has the ability to do the project, and she only needs to follow and do odd jobs and wait for free.

Grete certainly knows how much energy Penelope has put in recently, so she will naturally not be unkind.

But then again, who would have thought that dear Professor Voldemort would actually look favorably upon him, a mudblood.

Even at the risk of being exposed, he taught him such an important thing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Put yourself in his shoes, if Professor Voldemort was a little more decent, he might have bowed down to him.

But it's not possible. Professor Voldemort still wants to be king. If he follows dear Professor Voldemort, he will be cut off from the wizarding world.

What's more, the great White Lord is still watching secretly. If his classmate Xiao Ge dares to change jobs, the White Lord may dare to deal with the door himself.

Don't you see, every time Old Dumbledore mentions dear Professor Voldemort to him, the regret hidden in his words is about to break through the sky.

So, he, the genius wizard Mike Grete of Ravenclaw, can only thank dear Professor Voldemort silently in his heart.

Thank you for the reward from the big boss who wakes up the pig.

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Thank you for the recommendation votes from all the big book friends. There are too many votes to thank one by one. I won't say much else. I will definitely work hard to write a wonderful story.

Small theater

Gretel: Today, here, I would like to pay tribute to our beloved Professor Tom Riddle and mourn his contribution to our business. Bow!

Voldemort (pupa from the grave): Little guy, you betrayed my trust, I will never rest in peace.

Gretel (stepping on the grave twice): May the professor rest in peace, Amen!