Chapter 145: Goblin Silverware

"Professor, if you have something to say, just say it directly; I will do my utmost to help you." Allen decided to stop going in circles with Professor Flitwick; after all, there was no way around it.

Professor Flitwick seemed to be waiting for exactly this sentence; he used the Levitation Charm to send several tattered sheets of parchment before Allen.

"These are some ancient documents I have collected; they are all written in ancient runes," Professor Flitwick explained.

Allen lowered his head and examined the ancient runes closely; he found that he basically recognized the ancient runes on them, and he could not help but reveal a thoughtful expression.

"I have always heard that you go to the library every day to study ancient runes; it seems your progress is not slow!" Professor Flitwick observed Allen's expression and said with a smile.

Allen suddenly woke up from his thoughts and quickly defended himself: "A little knowledge, a little knowledge..."

As a result, Professor Flitwick took those few sheets of parchment back.

Allen could not help but be stunned, unable to figure out Professor Flitwick's meaning.

"The originals are relatively fragile; we must preserve them well. Showing you the originals was just to prove to you that what we are about to do is not a meaningless thing," Professor Flitwick said softly in a high-pitched voice.

Allen nodded quickly to show his agreement.

Professor Flitwick handed over another stack of parchment again. "I have never had much talent in ancient runes, so I asked Professor Babuling to help me translate. These are copies of the originals, with translations made by Professor Babuling. However, even with Professor Babuling's deep foundation in ancient runes, she could only translate two-thirds of the content..."

Allen took that stack of parchment and began to flip through it, but a storm rose in his heart.

Does Professor Flitwick want me to translate the remaining part? How does he know I am proficient in ancient runes? Even Hermione is not clear about my level of proficiency in ancient runes! Allen thought with some surprise in his heart.

"Through the part already translated by Professor Babuling, I believe this document records a spell lost for a long time—the Chao Gan Zhou!" Professor Flitwick continued to say softly.

"Since Professor Babuling only translated two-thirds, we still cannot restore this spell lost for a long time. I have already tried various methods," Professor Flitwick said regretfully.

"The reason I am looking for you today is that I saw your talent in researching charms, so I want to invite you to join my research and provide me with some new research ideas. After all, I am getting old, and my mind is not as flexible as yours young people..." Professor Flitwick stared tightly at Allen and threw out his ultimate purpose.

"Professor, you are being modest; you are not old at all. Besides, I have no talent either," Allen said quickly.

He continued to flip through that stack of parchment.

"Just over a year after first contacting magic, you can continuously improve the Lumos and the Qing Quan Zhou. If this cannot be called talent, then no one has talent," Professor Flitwick put his hands together on the desk and scrutinized Allen.

Allen felt a bit embarrassed by the praise; he somewhat did not want to accept this invitation because he was already busy enough in his daily life, and recently he had to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt eight-eyed giant spiders, so he had even less time.

But he did not know how to refuse Professor Flitwick; after all, Professor Flitwick had been quite good to him usually, so he could only lower his head to continue looking at that stack of parchment.

Looking at it this time, he really found some clues: Professor Babuling's translation had some errors, and Allen could understand most of the remaining one-third of the untranslated part...

And Allen's momentary hesitation was captured by Professor Flitwick.

"Of course, I will not let you participate in my research without paying for your time; I will give you sufficient compensation." Professor Flitwick stood up from the chair.

This sentence woke Alun from his reading; he quickly said, "This is what I should do; no need..."

He suddenly could not continue speaking because he saw something very familiar to him; this was something he first noticed when entering the Ravenclaw Head of House's office.

He saw a luxurious box in the cabinet behind Professor Flitwick.

Inside the box displayed a ring of ordinary style, and the material of this ring was very familiar to Allen—Mithril.

He stared blankly at that ring; this was the first time he had seen real Mithril—he thought the Mithril he had transformed was all unreal.

He would absolutely not mistake this thing called Mithril; after all, he had been dealing with it every day recently, and he was almost sick of looking at it.

Professor Flitwick also keenly sensed the change in Allen's emotions; after following Allen's line of sight to confirm what Allen was looking at, he could not remain calm anymore.

"Oh~ this won't do! This thing is too precious!" Professor Flitwick was a bit nervous; he also realized his words were ambiguous. "Uh... what I mean is this thing has great commemorative significance to me, so I cannot give it to you as compensation."

Allen withdrew his gaze without any reluctance; he had no thoughts about that ring; it was purely too unexpected.

But Allen's curiosity about this metal called Mithril rose again because there was no search engine now; finding information about a metal in the Hogwarts library was too difficult, so Allen had never bothered to find relevant information about Mithril.

And Professor Flitwick seemed to know a lot about Mithril.

"What metal is this? It looks so beautiful!" Allen said in a tone of admiration.

Professor Flitwick sensed the change in Allen's attitude and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is one of my most proud collections." Professor Flitwick took the box out of the cabinet and gently placed it on the office desk.

Allen confidently examined this ring, becoming even more certain that the material of this ring was Mithril.

"Although the style of this ring is very ordinary, its material is extremely precious..." Professor Flitwick waved his arms and said seriously.

"Oh? What metal is so precious?" Allen showed a look of particular curiosity.

Professor Flitwick saw someone so curious about his collection, and his emotions became even more excited.

"This is Goblin Silverware; it is a pure silver product forged by goblins and crafted with goblin magic. It possesses characteristics that wizards cannot imitate. This crafting technique has a history of several thousand years."

"Goblin Silverware has many magical characteristics, such as high strength, good toughness, and light weight; it also does not need cleaning because it can repel dust. Most importantly, it can absorb things that strengthen it. This is the most perfect metal known." Professor Flitwick touched the Goblin Silverware ring obsessively.

"Goblin Silverware has very high value; a suit of armor made of Goblin Silverware is truly priceless. The legendary Sword of Gryffindor was made by goblins using Goblin Silverware. Goblins have always been searching for the Sword of Gryffindor. For them, who control the wizarding world's finance, goblin-crafted products are also very precious."

"As you know, I have goblin blood, so this Goblin Silverware ring has a different meaning for me."

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