"Or even explode. After all, we all know how mischievous a Wizard's magic can be. Hogwarts has so many Little Wizardss like you, and your scattered magic can even give rise to a ghostly thing like Peeves. So, it's perfectly reasonable if your workplaces experience frequent terrorist attacks."
"After all, the Ministry of Magic often experiences such things."
"Secondly, by using powerful magic, we can also achieve something similar to an automated assembly line. However, I've noticed that many delicate Alchemy devices or Potions are very sensitive to magic, so relying purely on magic is also not advisable."
Kayson wrote these two points on the blackboard.
"And now, I've found a new method, a way to free the Wizard's hands. Originally, I called this method mechanical power, but I don't think that name is particularly magical, so I've named it magic Transmission."
Saying this, Kayson pulled out a few small gears: "We just need to assemble them simply like this…"
"Oh, right, don't forget to add a few small details to them."
Rumble… Rumble…
"What happened?" Professor McGonagall, who was currently speaking with Dumbledore in the Headmaster's office, asked with a bewildered expression.
"Oh, who knows? Although I don't know what happened, I know exactly who caused this commotion." Dumbledore shrugged.
Meanwhile, Kayson, who had returned to his office after class, looked at the materials Grindelwald had already helped him translate and felt a surge of envy. He wondered how many languages that old man knew; he couldn't compare in that regard. Because of his Chinese foundation from his previous life, he was almost mistaken for a mute during his first few years after transmigrating as a child. Fortunately, diligence makes up for clumsiness.
This also showed Kayson's infuriating language talent, which was basically no different from… well, let's just say he only knew two and a half languages even now.
Before he could even sit down and properly look at the Soul Branch data, a Little Wizards stood in front of him.
"Find a chair and sit down, Arthur… Uh, I always feel there's something strange about your name, because the gentleman from the Weasley family is also named Arthur." Kayson looked up and said.
"You can also call me Morgan, I'm not picky." Arthur shrugged and said.
"Then Arthur it is. Anyway, the two of you don't appear at the same time. What's up?"
"Professor, the Alchemy puppet you demonstrated in class, the one made of gears that could understand human speech, had no magic leakage, and could perform repetitive, precise work… what's it for?" Arthur asked directly.
"Automation, of course. In fact, that level of precision isn't even necessary. I was purely showing off to you. For actual use, you only need it to do one or two very simple tasks." Kayson answered casually.
"I mean, Professor, what does the Wizarding world need such high productivity for? That's what I'm truly confused about." Arthur asked.
"Hmm, it still has its uses. For example, there's a device called a Trace in your wands. That's tree fiber from Immortal Wood. The magic fluctuations of this tree fiber are very broad. Before processing, they can cause power plants thousands of miles away to malfunction for no reason. That's also why they are used as Traces and become one of the Ministry of Magic's means of monitoring you Little Wizardss."
"And the extraction of this Trace is also very difficult. Its magic radiation range is too wide. Muggle mechanical equipment can't be used, and magic cannot be used directly, because although the Trace's magic radiation has a wide range, its intensity is low. If it's directly impacted by other magic, it becomes useless and turns into ordinary wood fiber."
"So, making that stuff can only be done by people using knives to cut it into small wooden strips, and then using hammers to pound out the fibers one by one. And this so-called magic Transmission does exactly this kind of work."
"It should help people move bricks, so they have time and energy to write poetry and paint, instead of immediately playing with high-end stuff… that's useless."
After a long speech, Kayson picked up his cup and took a sip to moisten his throat.
"So, if that's the case, won't those people who originally made a living by producing Trace fibers lose their livelihoods?" Arthur asked.
"That's just how cruel reality is. That's also why we need to improve ourselves… And in fact, no one makes a living by making this stuff. I once visited Ollivander's workshop; that's his apprentice's work… the kind without wages." Kayson replied.
"...…If I were to build a factory after graduation...Professor, what kind do you think it should be?" Arthur asked.
"You might not necessarily build a factory. You might find a farm and grow mangoes." Kayson said subconsciously.
"Huh?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing, nothing. Your name just reminds me of another friend." Kayson waved his hand.
"Which one from the Weasley family?"
"No, he's also named Morgan."
"Alright, Professor...…So, what about my question?"
"That depends on how well you learn. For example, when brewing Potions, if you have Severus's set of techniques, you might even be able to mass-produce Felix Felicis with this thing… probably." Kayson didn't forget to add a disclaimer at the end.
"Professor, why do you sound so...…unconfident?"
"Because I don't understand Potions. My first year at Hogwarts, Professor Snape told me not to invest my limited energy into Potions, so obviously, I don't have much talent." Kayson shrugged.
"So...…Professor...…am I to understand that learning magic Transmission isn't very useful?" Arthur asked.
"When everyone progresses, it's collective progress, not individual progress. It's just that no one is there to compare you to, but in reality, you have indeed progressed." Kayson subconsciously offered some encouraging words.
"Alright...So I can only make sure I don't fall behind..." Arthur leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"I can only say, you are already better than most people." Kayson stood up and encouraged him.
"Hmm...Why did I say hmm?"
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