Chapter 235: Crafting Scrolls Using the Method of Wand-Making

This idea occurred to Allen after reading "A Detailed Explanation of Wand-Making Runic Circuits" given to him by Ollivander.

After finishing that book, he had completely abandoned the idea of crafting wands himself; having understood the function of these runic circuits, he suddenly felt he could use the method of wand-making to create magic scrolls.

Magic scrolls are almost exclusively found in various fantasy games or novels.

A magic scroll is an item imbued with magic, created by specific professions (such as certain mages) using special skills; its general purpose is to instantly cast a specific spell, after which the scroll is destroyed and becomes useless.

Yet the Harry Potter world, as the most famous magical realm, lacks such things as magic scrolls; Allen guessed this was because casting magic in this world has no limit on magical power, and most spells are relatively easy to learn.

Therefore, wizards do not have a strong demand for the method of casting magic via scrolls.

Even now, Allen's own demand for magic scrolls is not that intense, since he can "freeze" some Transfigured Beasts inside his Spirit Balls.

However, Harry and the others cannot control the Transfigured Beasts he creates, because the Transfiguration Spell that produced them was not cast by them, and thus they cannot exert control.

So Allen brought out the concept of magic scrolls once again.

Could the Harry Potter world actually produce magic scrolls?

After mastering the principles of casting magic in this world and the principles of wand-making, Allen's answer was: there is a very high probability that it is possible.

Because essentially, the world's magic here involves sending parameters to the World Will; upon receiving the correct parameters, the World Will manifests the corresponding magical effect.

Thus, the core of the entire casting process is sending parameters.

The first problem to solve is the issue of parameters; essentially, parameters involve translating the imagination of a spell's effect within the human brain into data, where the brain's storage medium is memory, and since Allen happens to have mastered Memory Magic, he can directly extract memories related to parameters, thereby skipping the translation step when releasing the magic.

Next is the issue of transmission; since Harry and the others have not mastered wandless casting, Allen needs to employ the runic circuits used in wand-making to craft this magic scroll into a "wand."

Allen had carefully studied the runic circuits for making wands; he discovered that wands use wood for the shaft firstly to channel the core's power, and secondly to ensure the wand's ease of use and lifespan, as the lightness of wood makes the wand easier to handle while the inherent sturdiness of wood guarantees its durability.

But this does not mean a wand's shaft can only be made from wood; it can also be crafted from other materials, such as the hide of magical beasts; while such material might not fully unleash the core's power, for Allen, unleashing even 60% of the core's power is sufficient, as it is merely a single-use consumable.

The reason for choosing the hide of magical creatures is that he found it very suitable for inscribing the four runic circuits used in wand-making, and the hide of magical creatures itself can withstand the power of these runic circuits.

In time, he could attach memories directly onto this hide scroll, inscribing them onto the hide to "translate" the runic circuit, so that upon casting, the parameters could be sent out immediately.

This constituted Allen's entire conception for manufacturing an HP-version magic scroll; although the idea was still rough, he felt this direction was correct.

He decided to devote his energy to the creation of magic scrolls; although he knew the path ahead would not be smooth, he felt it was extremely necessary.

Night, deep within the Forbidden Forest.

A large black dog was running desperately, panting heavily; the Forbidden Forest at night was extremely eerie and terrifying, with surrounding trees resembling a clawing monster, until it plunged into a stream before it, turning to watch its rear vigilantly.

The icy stream water washed over his body, but he did not immediately emerge from the water,

instead swimming a long distance downstream with the current before finally coming ashore.

This was experience accumulated from his recent escapes to evade tracking; the stream would wash away his scent, causing pursuers to cross directly at the point where his scent vanished, thereby misleading them.

He collapsed onto the ground, stretching out his body to calm his lungs which felt ready to burst; gazing up at the full moon in the sky, he noted that the full moon had just passed, and his old friend should be beginning his transformation about now; he wondered how his friend was faring, what reaction he would have upon seeing him, and whether he would immediately cast a vicious curse at him.

He had actually considered revealing the truth to his old friend during the transformation; he was confident his old friend would give him the chance to finish speaking.

But when he went to the Shrieking Shack, he found a thick layer of dust had accumulated there; it was utterly desolate, showing no trace of anyone having visited.

"Perhaps now only I remember that place," the black dog thought, feeling some strength return to his body, and he hurriedly shook the water off his fur.

Recently, he had considered going to Hogsmeade Village to find some food, especially sweets from Honeydukes, but the Dementors there were patrolling day and night, so he dared not approach.

He dared not take risks; he knew his opportunity would likely come only once, he knew he must endure, he did not know how long he could hold out, and his heart was undergoing torment every moment; in the past, someone would remind him not to act impulsively, but now that person was gone, and he was entirely alone.

Some time ago, he could no longer restrain himself; he went to the Quidditch pitch just to catch a glimpse of that boy, who looked so much like his father that he had nearly rushed out then and there, nearly driven mad by that feeling.

He knew his old friend was present at the scene; his old friend had witnessed his transformations too many times, and just as he could instantly recognize that despicable rat, his old friend would surely recognize him at a glance as well.

However, after tonight, the number of people who could recognize him at a glance would only increase; he knew the information that he was an Animagus had definitely been exposed.

His current situation was even more dangerous.

What a perfect opportunity tonight had been; he had nearly caught that despicable rat, but unexpectedly, one of Harry's friends turned out to be an Animagus as well, and a strange black-and-white bear at that; considering that the boy named Allen was only thirteen years old this year, while he and James, talented as they were, had only become Animagi in their fourth year.

Thinking of this, he began to feel a dull pain throbbing throughout his body, all inflicted by that strange black-and-white bear's blows.

Perhaps, at this very moment, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic each held a photograph of a black dog.

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