Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

The wooden podium floated along with several pots of flowers and even carpets.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and some people actually clapped.

Damn it, you really think this is a trick, right?

"Does anyone see how I did it?" Murphy asked.

"Diaoweiya." A fat man in the audience shouted.

"Rollins Berg. Come on, come up." Murphy recognized him and asked him to step onto the podium. "Bold assumptions, careful verification. How are you going to verify your guesses?"

"Give me a stick and I'll sweep around these things," Rollins replied.

"Good idea." After Murphy finished speaking, he pointed his wand at a flower pot next to him, "Veravito."

The flower pot turned into a long stick.

There was another exclamation at the scene, and Rollins was also stunned. It was Murphy's signal that he stepped forward to pick up the stick, stroked it back and forth for a while, waved it twice, and hit the ground a few times. Only then did he confirm that what he got in his hand was really a wooden stick.

"How, how did this happen?" Rollins asked.

"This is the second question. Let's verify the first question first," Murphy said.

So Rollins took the pole and fiddled around on several floating objects, but couldn't find any traction.

"What's the result of your verification?" Murphy asked.

Rollins shook his head, "It doesn't look like something is hanging them."

"Then do you have any new ideas?"

Rollins shook his head again.

"Does anyone have any other explanations?" Murphy asked the crowd.

"Anti-gravity field!" Someone shouted from below.

"Very bold, William Boyle?" Murphy smiled, "Come up here. How are you going to test your idea?"

William walked up to the podium and thought for a moment, "Give me something light."

Murphy took out his wand and pointed it at the previous stick again, "Shrink quickly."

The wooden stick quickly shrunk and finally turned into a small wooden stick the size of a pencil. Murphy handed the wooden stick to William, "You can start."

The latter weighed the stick in shock, feeling its weight in line with its appearance. He felt a little uncomfortable, "This, this is unscientific, this is impossible! Where did its mass go?"

Murphy smiled and said, "I don't know, this is the third question. Do you still want to verify your guess just now?"

"...Okay." After hesitating, William threw the wooden stick to the area where Murphy pointed the wand just now.

However, the stick did not float as expected.

"this……"

"Do you have any other explanation?"

"Perhaps...the anti-gravity field is not range-wide, but acts on each individual object." William said.

"You can try to test your idea."

William jumped and went to pull a flowerpot floating in the air. He pulled the flowerpot down, held the flowerpot and moved it to the edge of the podium, let go, and the flowerpot floated into the air again.

"You have initially proved your conjecture. Can you go on to explain it more deeply? Where does their anti-gravity effect come from?"

William looked at his hands. Just now, his hands were stained with some soil from the flower pot. Now, the soil was floating away from his palms one by one.

"I... don't know yet," he looked at all this in ecstasy. "They still have mass. They can feel inertia when moving horizontally. Their density is obviously higher than that of air, so it is not buoyant."

"Perhaps, magnets? Are there magnets installed in these objects?" William said and shook his head again, "But these clays, such small objects, are difficult to maintain balance in motion. Its two levels are easily flipped, which is impossible. Pushing it up through repulsion...unless, magnetic monopole?”

"No, no, it's too exaggerated. Maybe I just added iron powder to these things and put magnets on the roof."

"Is this your conclusion?" Murphy asked.

"No, of course not," he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "This keychain is made of steel, but it is not attracted. There is not such a strong magnetic field here..."

"I need experiments, a lot of experiments. This is amazing. I have never seen this phenomenon before. There must be something in it that I didn't know before."

Murphy smiled and said, "Congratulations, you found an interesting question."

"So now, does anyone want to try to answer the second or third question?" He picked up the small wooden stick and used the transformation spell on it, turning it into a bird.

"Illusion!" someone said, "Hologram!"

"Oh, really?" Murphy pointed at him, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

The man screamed and floated up, and was controlled by Murphy to fly around the room twice. Murphy asked: "Do you still think it is a hologram, Staffan Welch?"

Staffan Welch's face turned pale and he was a little excited, "Incredible, magic! This is magic!"

"Congratulations on the correct answer!" Murphy said, waving his wand, and suddenly, a black breath enveloped him. His body slowly rose, and then suddenly rushed to the top of the crowd, appearing behind them, and when everyone When I went to see him, he flew back to the podium again.

"Magic." Murphy used a silencing spell to suppress the exclamations in the audience, and let his voice echo in everyone's ears, "This is indeed magic."

He said, using his wand to conjure a fountain out of thin air on the podium, "This is magic."

Then, he summoned many flying birds, "This is also magic."

He made grass and flowers suddenly grow on the carpet in the hall. In a few moments, the carpet turned into a lawn. "This is still magic."

"However, the word magic is meaningless." Murphy said, waving his wand again to erase everything just now.

"Just like when we explain all phenomena as nature, miracles or science, it is meaningless. It is just a convenient term we give to the unknown."

"Magic can't just be magic. If we don't understand the details of science, we don't understand science. If we can't explain the phenomena in magic, then we are as cognitively deficient as our ancestors who saw thunder as the wrath of the gods. Any progress."

"Yes, I am a wizard and I can use magic."

"That makes me different. But believe me, I don't know much more about magic than you do."

"I'm like a primitive man now. I can use fire to keep warm, drive away wild animals, and cook food, but I still don't know anything about the nature of fire."

"Where does my magic come from? How does it work? Why does this spell make fire and another spell levitates people? I am very curious about this, but I don't have enough energy to study them one by one. That's why I need you."

"Now I can answer the original question. What exactly is your research?"

"The answer is magic. You are invited here just to explore the unknown."

"It is your job to salvage the results from the blue ocean of magic."