Every day, countless people like Bane have a Magic Riot, and countless people sleep disappointed.
Inside Hogwarts, Alvin scratched his somewhat messy hair and saw off a Ministry of Magic staff.
Although the world is still peaceful on the surface, it is already on the verge of violence.
There have been too many Magic Riots happening during this time.
Everyone's performance during the Magic Riot is different, and the more bland ones may only subconsciously use the Levitation Charm.
But when the emotions are emotional, the consequences can be varied.
What impressed Alvin the most was the sudden magical riot of a child who was being bullied at school.
The students who bullied him had all turned into women, and St. Mungo's didn't have time to deal with it for three days.
Because they're too busy.
And this is also a microcosm.
The uncontrollability brought about by extraordinary power is inevitable, and Alvin cannot care for everything.
He can only try his best to control his generosity.
For the greater good, you can only be sacrificed.
Alvin two-second silence for these unfortunate and shouted out the door. "Next!"
On the eighth floor at this time, there were many wizards outside the Headmaster's office.
They come from worldwide and seek to see Alvin for various purposes.
And most of them are very important things.
Ollivander walked in with a pale face.
Alvin quickly sat him down, asked Nagini to bring him a potion bottle, and poured it on him without waiting for Ollivander to speak.
This is a technical talent, and nothing can happen to him.
"Your Majesty Gaunt, please just kill me!"
After Ollivander drank the potion, his face turned a lot rosier, and he said very sadly.
"If I kill you, there will be one less person who can make wands." Alvin decisively refused.
Ollivander almost vomited blood.
God knows how he spent these months.
In the past, only a few students were enrolled at Hogwarts every year, plus some adult wizards who changed their wands.
The annual amount of work, coupled with the inventory of the Ollivander family for hundreds of years, can be said to be quite leisurely.
But now?
Twenty-four hours a day, Ollivander spends twenty-three hours making wands.
When your hobby becomes your job, you are lucky.
When your hobby becomes life, the result is tragic.
Now if Ollivander stands in front of the workbench, he would feel the urge to vomit.
In particular, he couldn't make every wand perfect for the sake of efficiency, which was the most torturous.
A true master simply cannot stand the imperfection of his work.
But he endured it anyway.
After all, he can't afford to mess with Alvin.
"Old man, there are too few people in the wizarding world who can make wands, but the gap is too big."
Alvin sighed. He also knew Ollivander's difficulties.
But the magic wand is quite idealistic. He has tried to produce it with the assembly line of the alchemy creatures, but without exception, it has failed.
It can only rely on these hundreds of people worldwide to provide magic wands for billions of people.
This still counts those wand apprentices who were urgently trained.
"Well, even if it is a production, you must provide the raw materials, right?"
"The Dragon heartstring, Unicorn hairs, and Kneazle whiskers I have on hand have all run out."
Ollivander patted himself on the thigh. "God knows why Muggles have billions of people!"
"Even if you strip the Unicorn and kill all the Dragons, the core materials are completely insufficient!"
"Take your time, take your time." Alvin smiled and said. "Old man, have you ever considered making a magic wand somewhere else?"
"Where?"
Alvin pointed out the window, and the now eighteen-story Mage Tower stood there.
"There is a magical enchantment inside my Mage Tower, where time flows three times faster than the outside world."
Alvin smiled like a bit of a fox. "Don't worry. I will provide enough energy potions."
Ollivander looked at him with wide, bloodshot eyes.
Are you still a person?!
Despite cursing Alvin for being a black-hearted capitalist, Ollivander obediently entered the Mage Tower.
Alvin also assured him that in a few days, other wand-makers would come over to accompany him.
"Next!"
Another one was sent away, and he shouted non-stop.
Hermione walked in playfully.
"I see Mr. Ollivander is angry. Is he all right?"
The girl asked curiously.
"It's okay. He just can't wait to start working with his colleagues." Alvin waved his hand and then complained.
"Didn't I say you don't have to queue up when you come in? Just come in."
"It's so unfair to treat other people like that." Hermione wrinkled her nose cutely, took out a thick booklet, and placed it before him.
"This is the wizarding beginner self-study textbook that Professor Evans and I compiled. Can you take a look?"
Alvin opened it, quickly flipped through it, and then nodded.
"Yes, it's comprehensive, it's detailed, but it's nice to split the book into two versions."
"Two versions?" Hermione was puzzled.
"Well, the men's and women's versions, the spells they commonly use are very different, so try to reduce their burden."
Adults learning Charms is also a hassle because they can't study exclusively within the school like students.
So, Alvin asked Hermione, who was about to graduate, and Lily, who had been replaced by Professor McGonagall for most of the job, to write a textbook suitable for them.
Now it seems that the effect is quite good, and the basic commonly used spells have been included.
As long as you learn this, you can play a role in all aspects of life.
Hermione listened to Alvin's advice, nodded happily, and got up to leave.
But she was stopped by Alvin.
"Is there something missing?" He looked at Hermione.
Hermione blushed and sent a fragrant kiss under Nagini's smiling gaze.