Chapter 116: The Strange Metal

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Allen Finis, hidden beneath his Invisibility Cloak, didn't know how many times he'd been stunned today; he hadn't expected his actions tonight to be tied to Professor McGonagall's holiday again.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall wouldn't know the culprit was him; otherwise, this time it wouldn't be just a Howler—she'd probably storm right to his door.

But Allen still dared not move; the Aurors on the street hadn't withdrawn yet. Though the Invisibility Cloak could hide his form, it couldn't hide the sound of his footsteps. Under the eyes of so many trained Aurors, he felt he should wait quietly until they left.

"Luckily my suspicion has been cleared, or it would have been truly disastrous!" Allen thought silently in his heart.

At that moment, Mafalda spoke up again. She said to Scrimgeour, "I think we should still investigate that Allen Finis!"

Allen's heart rose again like a roller coaster...

Scrimgeour looked at Mafalda with some displeasure: "This level of Transfiguration is something no twelve-year-old wizard could master."

Mafalda hesitated too, but she stubbornly said, "My intuition tells me we should investigate..."

Scrimgeour scoffed at this claim. He pointed to a few wizards nearby holding cameras and said, "The headquarters of the Daily Prophet is right nearby; their people have already arrived. Do you want tomorrow's headline to be 'Two Major Departments of the Ministry of Magic Jointly Enforce Law on a Twelve-Year-Old Wizard'?"

"The Minister will scold us to death then!" Scrimgeour added.

Mafalda finally gave up the idea of investigating Allen.

Allen felt his back soaked through with cold sweat...

At that moment, the Aurors finally withdrew because they found no new clues, but the entire Diagon Alley had already woken up...

Allen carefully avoided the debris on the ground; though the distance was only a few hundred meters, he felt it was incredibly long...

Finally, he arrived at the door of the wand shop. After glancing around, he quickly pulled the door open a small crack and swiftly slipped inside.

He quickly removed his Invisibility Cloak, but Ollivander's voice came from behind him: "Allen, where did you go?"

He turned around sharply, only to find Ollivander facing away from him, searching for something.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "Oh, lots of Aurors came outside; it seems something happened at Gringotts. I went to see the commotion..."

"Gringotts had an incident again? That place had an incident just last year!" Ollivander muttered, then instructed Allen, "Go back to bed quickly! It's really too late tonight! Don't go making trouble."

After speaking, he walked toward the bedroom.

Allen let out a long breath. He leaned against the window again to observe the commotion outside. With his Thunderbird eyes, he could see things very clearly...

He saw Professor McGonagall hurrying over. The always neat and elegant Professor McGonagall wasn't even wearing her witch's hat; her usually perfectly arranged bun looked somewhat messy. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and the exhaustion on her face wouldn't fade...

Seeing Professor McGonagall's state, Allen couldn't help but feel a bit guilty...

But he quickly cast those emotions aside, swiftly returned to his bedroom. He was really very tired tonight...

The next morning, the awakened Allen began to summarize the gains and losses of his midnight operation. He deeply recognized his rashness and lack of contingency plans for unexpected situations.

Then he began to tally the rewards of his operation...

More than a dozen memories of the ancient runes on the wand's light screen when casting Transfiguration spells appeared in his mind...

These memories were very magical. As long as Allen didn't deliberately try to forget them, they would always exist in his brain. Allen couldn't figure out the reason for this; in the end, he could only attribute it to the wonder of his Thunderbird eyes...

He copied these memories into his diary, then asked Yoder to pull him into the Mind Chamber.

Yoder remained with that same air of lightness and calm,

simply watching Allen process the memories there.

Allen simultaneously opened more than a dozen memories. He extracted the ancient rune parameters under "Material" from each memory. Then he copied the memory of the knife he had previously Transfigured more than a dozen times, replacing the ancient rune parameters under the "Material" of the blade one by one with the newly extracted ancient rune parameters.

Then he left the Mind Chamber, extracted the memories from the diary one by one, and cast Transfiguration spells on each.

Finally, more than a dozen knives of the same shape but with blades of different materials appeared before Allen.

Allen looked delightedly at the more than a dozen knives before him. He knew his guess was initially correct.

Allen tested the metallic properties of each blade one by one.

The first to be eliminated was the material of the key from the Cauldron Shop; this metal was too heavy. Perhaps this metal could be considered later when Transfiguring beasts using Iron Fists or Iron Hammers...

The material of the key from Flourish and Blotts was relatively light, but the strength was too poor! Pass!

The material of the key from Magical Masterpiece had good strength, but it was still a bit heavy! Keep as a candidate!

The material of the key from Slug & Jiggers Apothecary had too little toughness! Pass!

Finally, what caught Allen's eye was the blade made from the material of the key to Gringotts' silver door.

The first feeling Allen had holding it in his hand was that it was extremely light. If not for the metallic gleam shining on the blade, he would have thought the blade was made of wood.

Allen also recalled that the key to the silver door at the time was as big as his palm, yet he could lift it effortlessly with one hand...

But this made sense; goblins themselves are short in stature and not known for strength, so they would choose a lighter metal to forge the door keys.

Allen placed the knife under the sunlight, watching the dazzling light reflected on the blade's surface...

Then he discovered another wonder: no dust could approach the blade. Not believing it, Allen grabbed some dust from the ground and forcibly wiped it onto the blade, but the dust seemed unable to stand on the blade at all, simply wouldn't stick. The blade remained bright as new...

Allen felt he had Transfigured something extraordinary...

He couldn't wait to start testing the blade's strength. The final result was indeed that this silver knife had the highest strength...

He used this knife to chop a normal steel knife. The result was that the normal steel knife had chips, while this knife remained completely undamaged...

Allen gazed obsessively at this knife, gently stroking the blade edge while pondering what exactly this metal was.

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As a result, without noticing, the sharp blade cut his finger, and a drop of blood remained on the blade...

Allen watched helplessly as this drop of blood was absorbed by the knife...

He was absolutely certain it was absorbed...

Allen stopped the tests; his heart began to surge with wild joy!

This was the metal he had been looking for!