HP: Spirit Talker

Already on the way to the castle, Hermione handed over the first result of her work — a scroll with a list of books, sorted by topic and efficiency. Of course, I'm a broad-minded, open-hearted and trustworthy person, but I went to the library at Hogwarts, where I took five books from the list in random order to determine the quality of Hermione's evaluation of them. What if she judged them by the beauty of the style or the "merit" of the author?

After going to the Owlery and sending a letter to his men with the order to send the first workers to restore the most destroyed parks. These are not in short supply at all, but I managed to make four sets of prefabricated parts for the Special Conditions Complex, as well as two sets of parts for the Extended Space Setup. There will only be two greenhouses for all the swamp plants and mushrooms, but Maggie has a man who knows how to install the expansion, but he doesn't have a local license for that business, and you can only get one if you work in a certain department of the Ministry.

So, in the process of building these two greenhouses, and they're really almost destroyed, we're going to change some things, modify some things, and add some things that weren't in the original project, but everything is "strictly according to need". We end up with the environment of some magical swamps, where a poisonous, acrid smog fog — a mixture of gases, fumes, poisonous pollen, spores, and magic — hangs permanently.

In this fog, you can't see your own outstretched arm, and you can't enter unless you're wearing a suit of high chemical defense, with a closed breathing system, and reinforced with magic. Anyone can't enter the greenhouse — we'll set up a strict regime and a lot of all kinds of instructions for the employees, and inside we'll disguise a passage to another room with the same conditions, enhanced by magic.

In fact, I was thinking of creating the same in my estate, but in the process of preparation it turned out that the creation of this microclimate requires very specific materials that are not available on the open market and can be obtained only through government channels. These materials are conditionally prohibited, i.e. you need a special permit to work with them, and there is strict reporting on them.

Of course, bribes open many roads and doors, so the necessary quantities of substances and materials are already waiting for their time in a special warehouse. But officially, we're working with them here at Hogwarts, so if somehow someone finds out that the harvest is bigger than expected, it can still be explained somehow.

But if I set up the same greenhouses at home and someone finds out about it (through fumes, possible atmospheric leaks, etc.), they'll try to send me to Azkaban. Do I want that?

 We'll be hiding from everyone, including Dumbledore, who won't allow endless commissions for his fiefdom, especially if there's a good profit to be made. I wonder where he'll put the money, I'm sure half of it won't even make it to the school accounts.

The next three days were spent working and studying. Numerology and ancient runes got past the "basics" and we moved on to more interesting material. The professor of runes showed elementary complexes for constantly drinking from the natural magical background of stationary charms, as well as anchoring some of the "effects" in the square. Sort of the same anchors for expansion, but the runes used in Europe are more universal, unlike the hieroglyphics I use. In my method, each chain should be chosen for specific conditions, because the range of interpretation of the signs and their combinations is too wide.

Runes are an order of magnitude simpler and more attractive, but only in the long run, when I reach the same level as my hieroglyphics. I am also working on a wand for Sirius. Despite its inadequacy, black is black, and therefore the coloring of its magic is very specific, besides the generic magic is dark and directional.

For twenty-four hours, a special potion was brewed using the blood of a particular Black to impregnate the wood, a four-hundred-year-old oak that grew on the edge of an ancient graveyard.

The core was a combination of Thestral and dragon fangs. I think there is no need to explain this choice. It took two more days of soaking and impregnating the wood to clean these materials and get them in the right condition.

On the night of the third day, just as I was performing a small ritual in honor of the full moon, I used a clever transfiguration spell to join the base and core of the wand, and added a silver ring with a set of runes to the hilt — the Blood Key.

Now, even if you took the wand in battle, you wouldn't be the master of the wand, and you couldn't just break it; if you tried, you'd lose your fingers. On Thursday morning, Hedwig was carrying Sirius "his" wand.

By the way, there is a nuance that few people in the wizarding world pay attention to. The wizard who practices making wands and full-fledged hubs can use any of them, regardless of the direction of energy and gifts.

For example, a wizard gifted in life magic will hardly be able to release sparks from a wizard destroyer's wand, and even then only after defeating the previous owner. Master Boisselier, Ollivander, Gregorovich, and others, including myself, can use any wand and it will obey, albeit to a limited extent.

So when I finished Sirius Black's wand and picked it up, my fingers tingled slightly, as if it were static, and there was a strange coldness to my skin. The happy owner wrote back with compliments and thanks, saying, "This is better than the first one, which was 'warm,' and this one is 'hot,' and it feels weird, but nice, like it's calling me to action. Cool stick!". There was more, but more emotion than information.

Basically, the pattern used for this wand is one of the few patterns I've seen so far, and it's also quite simple, because I've already seen mentions that some wands, though quite rare, use a method of extracting salts of substances, or crystallization. The salts are usually extremely toxic and poisonous, necessitating the creation of an internal protective capsule to contain the dangerous core.

Over time, the user's magic gradually breaks down the capsule, mixing the ingredients and creating a complex structure. The result is a rather powerful, but extremely dangerous to outsiders, concentrator that can only be used by the children and some descendants of the original owner. Other people can be poisoned by touching it.

On Thursday, again in front of the guests, formed the ankle of the prosthesis, and judging by Astoria's eyes, in a few years Britain will have a new master, or even master of transfiguration. The girl literally didn't take her eyes off my work, ignoring everything and everyone else.

She seemed to be seriously "addicted" to metal — she practiced with it the most. When everyone had left and I went to say goodbye to Luna, I silently handed the girl a small cardboard box.

The blonde looked at me in her inimitable way, accepted the gift and opened it. Inside was a machined dragon claw, polished and coated with special compounds. There were also two holes drilled in the wide part for a cord, and in the middle there was a hollow where a small crystal was hidden, like the ones I put in dolls. An expressive look was answered.

— You learn to listen and hear the world, the voices of spirits and souls. To see what others will never see. You may encounter many things along the way: interesting, exciting, wonderful and terrible. One day you may meet a friend among the spirits, and this, — I nod at the claw. — This will be his home, where he can travel with you. — I pause for a moment. — Or to protect you in your hour of need.

— Hmmm... — Lovegood thinks for a moment, stroking the smooth surface. — Can I only take one friend? — Silver eyes, open and honest — a stunning look, it's a pity our fates are close but different.

— No, hehe. What is this? — He pointed at the cork necklace around the girl's neck.

Luna wanted to answer quickly, but then she froze with her mouth open and her thin eyebrows raised in surprise, which made me laugh again — it was a very funny expression. Young Lovegood looked at her "jewelry" as if she were seeing it for the first time, and at one point her pupil changed and her iris and sclera glowed.

Well, yes, without realizing it, Luna was making all sorts of strange "jewelry" that always drew ridicule from those around her, except there was a "BUT".

Has anyone ever seen Luna Lovegood attacked by Peeves? Or has the girl ever caught a cold walking around a chilly castle in a sweater and skinny pants and bare feet, hmm?

 That's right! The Chosen One is always surrounded by lesser spirits who protect her from minor illnesses, dangerous creatures, and curses. Among her peers, Luna is the only one with pure magic and aura, she doesn't have a single curse on her, and the jinxes that teenage girls like the younger Weasley generously send around them dissolve at a meter's distance from Luna.

Such a bride would be a dream come true for any of the locals, but it's a good thing no one knows about these secrets, otherwise I'd have to start a massacre over my student. Her life is far more important than the various "famous" and "respected," so I will try to protect her.

Even though the Lovegoods are an old family, they never had a gift, so they weren't interesting to the upper classes, and here they are: Luna's gift is too powerful, and it took much longer to form.

But now she can start her own line of blood and magic with the altar, and the gift will be passed on to boys and girls alike — it is not gender specific. I even have a plan to help Luna with all of this, and if she contracts with a light spirit, it's possible that by the time she's forty or fifty, she'll have another gift in her family, making the Lovegood family "light." Exactly, I'll have to talk to the girl and her father about this carefully, he's a man with his own cockroaches, but he's the right one.

And on Friday, I went with the Lan sisters to the gates of Hogwarts, where Yusheng was already waiting for us, looking at Junko with wild, though well-masked, interest. A half-asleep Nanao stood next to her mother, but she kept her katana in sight, and her half-closed green eyes watched the world around her closely and tenaciously.

From Junko and Jusheng's eyes, it was clear that the women knew each other, but were in no hurry to start a conversation as they stood about fifteen meters apart. Zenzeng and Ju were walking a bit behind, so I didn't see their reactions to this scene. Without further ado, I gathered everyone together and pulled out the chain gate. In a few seconds, we were on my land.