Chapter 762: Emerald Workshop

Being able to talk face-to-face with partners in a smooth mirror is an exceptionally interesting thing.

The young wizards shouted excitedly; through this mirror, they could also see the environment each other was in.

For example, Hermione was in a room piled with various bookshelves, Neville was beside brown furniture and a burning fireplace, and Jia Siting was in a garden.

The Magic Hand Mirror emitted a faint fluorescence, and the mirror surface rippled, making every face look real and cute.

Sean tapped the mirror surface with his index finger, and his face disappeared from the mirror.

Only a small Sean remained, putting down his book, indicating he was still listening.

This is the second function of the Magic Hand Mirror; when wizards don't need to be face-to-face, it can also just convey sound.

What's more interesting is that its sound transmission mechanism comes from a special magical creation, a rare type of magical creation.

—The goblin's magical creation, the binocular telescope.

When Will handed the telescope to Sean on the dragon carriage, he was surprised to find that this type of telescope could hear the sound of conversation.

It was also the first time he knew that the Summoning Charm could be used for sound... summoning sound, what magic.

Therefore, the Magic Hand Mirror had the function of focusing sound; it could focus only on the sound between two talking wizards, or it could focus on all sounds.

It was like having a "noise reduction mode."

Sean put away the Magic Hand Mirror, listening to everyone's enthusiastic discussion while walking toward the Alchemy office.

"Oh, Sean isn't talking again; he prepared such a big surprise, but is unwilling to say anything.

Sometimes I feel that he is preparing some surprise every moment, sometimes it's a shock."

This was Hermione's voice.

"Although I can't see, I guess Sean is listening quietly."

Jia Siting took over the conversation.

"I couldn't agree more, maybe he's still watching quietly."

Ron agreed.

"He's definitely 'peeping at the screen'."

Hermione concluded.

"Sean?"

Harry probed softly.

Sean took one last look at the Magic Hand Mirror, feeling a bit of embarrassment at being guessed right, so he turned into the Alchemy office.

The various ancient instruments here were making coupling clicking sounds.

Wooden ones, iron ones, constantly moving ones, hanging from the ceiling, floating ones, ones like a dragon...

Professor Tela's office always had magical whimsy.

"Let's go, my dear disciple."

Professor Tela looked dusty, her silver-white hair tips still stained with morning dew.

They went out the door and walked quietly toward the office near the North Tower of Gryffindor Tower.

It was full of transmission nodes like those inside the Ministry of Magic, with at least five fireplaces, all connected to the Floo Network, burning with green flames.

The door opened with a "click."

Sean observed the internal walls and ceiling; they were all built of rough stones, round.

Under a beautifully carved fireplace in front of them, a pile of fire was crackling, reflecting Professor Tela's joyful face:

"Come, my disciple. The trick to using Floo powder, do you remember? Don't say it wrong. It's Emerald Workshop—"

After speaking, the professor took Sean, walked to the fireplace in big strides, grabbed a handful of sparkling powder from the bottle on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames.

The green flames quickly engulfed the figures of the two.

Emerald Workshop.

This place, the size of a small village, is Professor Tela's personal alchemy workshop, hidden behind a brick wall in a dilapidated alley in London.

Occasionally the workshop would welcome some guests, but most of the time, the workshop was a gold-panning place for wizard merchants.

Flora Olivia Tela, the first person under Nicolas Flamel, she never produced inferior magical creations.

For merchants in the Wizarding World, this meant that cooperating with her was a profitable business, the only difference being how much was earned.

Therefore, many merchants in the Wizarding World would often come to visit and build relationships.

Among them, some were descendants of ancient families in the Wizarding World, some were students accumulated by Professor Tela over decades, and some were purchasing agents working for various national magical governments.

Among them, Professor Tela's students were the most frequent visitors.

After all, these young wizards all harbored a deeply buried idea—Flora Olivia Tela, their dear teacher, had no disciples.

"Who are you? Another student of my aunt? Alright, it doesn't matter, follow me."

Coming out of the fireplace, the first thing Sean saw was an inconspicuous black iron door covered with copper rust.

Beside the door stood a bright-eyed witch in her twenties.

"Yes."

Sean said, turning his head, he could see a line of words written in runes on the door:

【When we speak publicly, we actually say nothing. But when we write, what is hidden is truth】

This statement was very consistent with Sean's impression of alchemy.

For over a dozen centuries, alchemist manuscripts have been full of symbols and codes to prevent those with ill intentions from obtaining information.

"What is your name?"

The young witch looked lively and agile.

"Sean Green."

Sean answered, and bowed slightly like the young witch.

He turned his head again to look; Professor Tela had already gone somewhere.

This was very strange, after all, they had entered the fireplace together.

"I haven't seen a wizard as young as you; I heard there were wizard merchants as young as you in England decades ago.

My aunt helped them with some things, and some of them were quite outstanding."

The witch with crimson hair said, she squatted down, keeping her face level with Sean's.

Decades ago, England...

Sean couldn't help but think of London child laborers, whose lives could be described as "hellish"—forced to work for long hours under extremely harsh conditions, with no guarantee of safety, their physical and mental health suffering devastating blows, and most finding it hard to live to adulthood.

"I am not a merchant."

Sean said.

"Oh, yes, you are a student who hasn't become Professor Tela's disciple yet?"

The witch with crimson hair giggled.

Sean sighed slightly, and he suspected that Professor Tela was watching him with interest from somewhere.

"Alright, follow me in, future alchemy master."

The young witch extended her slender arm, dropping a drop of pure mercury into the mouth of the Ouroboros on the door.

Then, the door opened.

What came into view was a massive machine running entirely on steam and magic, it was spitting out smoke with a "clunk-clunk" sound, and these smoke clouds lined up and drifted into the distance.

"Aunt Tela's teacher once participated in the construction of the Hogwarts Express; by her generation, she was still researching the balance between steam and magic..."

The young witch introduced enthusiastically.

"Look behind..."

Following her gaze, behind were massive building complexes distributed in the hidden corners of London. ===== CHAPTER 763 =====