Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 17 is neither science nor magic.

Nicole Mailer.

A legendary alchemist, the master of the Philosopher's Stone, and a living encyclopedia of wizarding history.

Therefore, his residence was extremely confidential. In an environment where no outsiders frequently visited, Owen absorbed knowledge of alchemy very quickly. In addition, there was never a shortage of materials there, and he also had extremely abundant opportunities for practical experience. So...

When Dumbledore returned and saw the Nico and his wife wearing exoskeletons, he was completely stunned.

"Dumbledore, old friend, would you like a cup of tea?"

The Nico couple were relaxing in the yard, and when they saw him, they both smiled. As people get older, what they cherish most is no longer fame, power, and wealth, but friendship.

"Okay, Nico, this is..."

"Exoskeleton bionic mecha, that's the name Irving came up with."

The old wizard's expression, how to put it? It was one of pure pride, as if his own junior had achieved something and the elder was showing it off to outsiders.

His expression really provoked Dumbledore. He had sent the young wizard to learn and solve his own problems, not to send him away and never get him back!

"Where's Irving? Still reading?"

"No, he's in the lab, Dumbledore. You've come at just the right time. Believe me, you'll be amazed by him."

Seeing his old friend wink at him, Dumbledore chuckled: "Did he invent some kind of alchemical creation?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Before he had even finished his tea, Dumbledore heard a roar coming from the laboratory, which startled the old wizard so much that he immediately stood up.

Nico waved his hand and said, "Don't be too surprised. Owen has too much magic power. When he was using his full power to inscribe the Alchemy Matrix, the noise was indeed a bit louder. That's normal."

Is this normal...?

Are you sure this noise isn't something that only happens when something fails?

Before long, the little wizard came out. He had grown taller and his hair had grown longer, but his face, which was covered in a bit of black and gray, was even more delicate.

"Headmaster?" Owen paused for a moment when he saw Dumbledore smiling, then burst into laughter: "I did it!"

It's not really an advanced product; it's just an electric wheelchair. However, when a person sitting in the chair wants to stand up, it transforms into an exoskeleton to provide assistance and protection for the person walking.

Watching the young wizard's demonstration, not only Dumbledore, but even Nico showed an expression of amazement.

They were marveling, but Nico's wife, Perenel, immediately got to work. With the help of the young wizard, she quickly grasped the various principles involved, and then...

The image of a 600-year-old woman in a wheelchair in her own garden was presented in such a vibrant way.

When modern technological thinking is demonstrated through alchemy and magic, it truly is neither science fiction nor magic, yet it undeniably appears.

Perenel stood up, and the wheelchair transformed into an exoskeleton suit of a one-piece golden robe. The old woman was extremely satisfied and effortlessly picked up the little wizard and showered him with kisses.

……

"Darling, there is no end to alchemy, so keep loving it. Also, I really love your gift."

As they prepared to leave, the Nicos held the young wizard's hand, giving him instructions repeatedly. Occasionally, they would look up at Dumbledore with sharp eyes, as if he were a villain trying to steal their beloved junior away.

Dumbledore couldn't help but touch his nose, um... it's a little crooked...

But there's no way around it now. The little wizard's birthday is just around the corner, and this year he will officially become a student at Hogwarts. There are some steps that still need to be taken.

After leaving the legendary alchemist's house, Dumbledore took the young wizard home—yes, home, his home in Yorkshire.

Dumbledore had asked the castle elves to clean it beforehand, but even so, Owen still fetched water, wrung out a rag, and started cleaning little by little without using magic.

"My parents used to do this. My mother said that only by cleaning by hand can we make the home warmer."

Seeing the little wizard's bittersweet smile, Dumbledore sighed deeply. He knew what the little wizard needed, so he left, leaving all the space to the little wizard.

What Dumbledore didn't expect was that as soon as he returned to Hogwarts, he received invitations from young wizards, as well as from the professors.

The little wizard is having a birthday party, and he's going to host a party at home.

When the guests arrived with their gifts, they discovered that the little wizard had invited quite a few people, one of whom was someone no one had expected.

"Gattler, I didn't expect you to come."

The old devil was the first to arrive; he came on the very day he received the invitation. He helped the little wizard order a birthday cake and even helped with the decorations.

Now that they've met, apart from Dumbledore, no one else has given him a friendly look. Especially Newt and his wife, who arrived later, almost attacked him when they saw the old devil. Newt was even ready to open the chest.

The attempt to dissuade them was successful, but the Niffler jumped out of the box and smeared itself on the little wizard's face. It just wouldn't stop. When Jona carried a baby leopard cat in her mouth and placed it in Owen's hand, Newt was dumbfounded. Jona had only given birth to two kittens in this litter, and now she was going to give one of them to Owen.

This gift is too heavy!

But Jona thought differently. She believed that Owen was capable of taking care of his children, and that his children were capable of alleviating the little wizard's loneliness.

So the gift buried the little wizard, and then everyone in the room enjoyed Owen's cooking, watching the little wizard blow out the candles and make a wish...

The quiet after the excitement always leaves one feeling empty, and Irving was no exception. But he had a way to fill that emptiness: reading.

After studying with Grindelwald for half a year, with Mr. Newt for three months, and then with Master Nicolas for over a year, tomorrow he will enter Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron like a normal young wizard and receive his first wand.

In this regard, Owen, like the young wizards, was also very much looking forward to it. What he didn't know was that someone had given him a little surprise in this regard.

Professor McGonagall arrived right on time. The moment she knocked, the little wizard, who had been waiting, opened the door. Seeing his expectant look, Professor McGonagall ran her hand across his face: "My dear, I think you've been waiting for this moment for a long time, haven't you? By the way, what are these...?"

"Magic suppressors, they can control the rate at which my magic power increases."

A hint of heartache appeared on Professor McGonagall's face: "My dear, it's not necessary today, because there will be many little wizards like you. You don't need to... stand out too much."

Owen was obedient, so he put away his magic suppressors, stuffed them into a pocket with a Seamless Stretch Charm, and then took Professor McGonagall's hand: "Professor, we can go now."