HP: Spirit Talker

On the same day that Barty Crouch was released from bondage, I was informed that the work on my mansion had been slightly accelerated, so that the first part of the interior decoration was completed a few days earlier. Upon learning of this, and having some free time, I decided not to delay and moved Momo's Zashikiwarashi into her new home.

The first reactions of this girl always made me smile, even smug: the girl showed a persistent professional interest in everything, and with knowledge immediately (!) demanded a notebook and a pen to immediately write a list of necessary things. She immediately got what she needed. Each item on the long list was spoken aloud, and I had to admit that about half of the things, items and supplies I would not have thought to buy immediately.

A wonderful hostess, with such a house, will not go to waste! On one such occasion, I took the girl to a room on the first floor that had been designed and built especially for Momo, i.e. the room was placed in such a way that it turned out to be somewhat hidden, and the entrance is tricky — from the kitchen, through a hidden door behind the wardrobe. The whole room is furnished in Japanese style — I bought the furniture in Japan. A low glass table, another wooden one in the closet, and a kotatsu.

Momo left a chest of drawers with large compartments or a full-size wardrobe. A small television set with special magical protective strips. He offered to order the fixtures to his liking either through me or Ms. Travers, the maid who would be moving in soon.

The kitchen, by the way, is already fully equipped with everything you need and more. I remember in that life, at the troop review, the general looked at the equipment and the soldiers with the same look that Momo looked at the kitchen. Edak proudly walked here and there, opened a huge two-door refrigerator with me height and two me in width, carefully examined, nodded her thoughts, closed.

Importantly, she went to the closet, began to open and pull out shelves, cabinets and drawers. The process of examining the magnificent knife set of two and a half dozen items caused the girl's cheeks to blush. I don't know what she was thinking, weighing a kitchen cleaver in her hands, but the happy smile and the stars in her eyes scared me a little. The girl eyed the two large sinks with an appraising look, and we went to look at the subfloor. Below the kitchen is a storage area for vegetables and large cuts of meat and even carcasses.

Everything is well thought out, with lights everywhere and convenient passageways/doors/handles/switches. The girl was happy, and I was even praised, which was important, because I immediately screwed a spike: why didn't I bother with at least a minimum set of food and utensils, do I want to make the hostess lazy? How so, because a good hostess should feed the host, and drink tea, and she, Momo, not even cups? ORGANIZE. IMMEDIATELY.

Of course, I did not immediately run off somewhere, and I did not even start to pull anyone. I'm going back to Hogwarts today, but Momo will be alone in the manor house until tomorrow, so I presented the little hostess with indoor trees: peach, strawberry and banana. I wanted to give these trees to his household, but since this is the case....

Momo loved the idea, because now she would be able to spoil her owners in winter with even more delicious treats, such as complex pies, buns and cakes. Having tamed this dangerous beast, I warned the guard on duty about the new tenant before leaving.

Incidentally, despite various obstacles, and with the help of an acquaintance, Louis Crowley, I managed to obtain a license for the apparatus, so I am no longer breaking the law. I sent Patronus home to London with instructions to prepare for the move before I arrived here. When I arrived at the gate, I walked through an easily opened gate and was in my apartment in twenty minutes. It had been a very eventful day, but it had also been very rewarding, so I could rest easy.

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As they say in such cases, it suddenly snowed in December. So I remembered that I had two projects in the greenhouses that I had been neglecting for some time, or had just forgotten about for other things. Nothing could happen to the tree seedlings, and the fact that I didn't go in to feed them and speed up their growth with magic is not critical, but the algae is another matter. Feeding it with a rat every two or three days wasn't difficult, but it was necessary to feed it with magic, otherwise the growth period would be longer than I had mentioned.

With that in mind, I went straight from lunch in the Great Hall to the greenhouses. And what a surprise I was to see an almost mature algae that could be fed to rabbits once a week, not rats. I didn't shake the Greengrass sisters right away, but I found out the details later that day.

I had thought that Daphne and Astoria would take turns visiting this floating nuisance, but it turned out that the girls did this, i.e. they came every other day — today Daphne, tomorrow Astoria. Not only were they feeding the algae daily, but I had forgotten to take into account the Greengrasses' ancestral gift. I immediately had to get the blondes involved in organizing my visit to the Greengrass mansion: I needed to take measurements of my leg, as well as blood for the vines.

Thursday evening I did what had been arranged. The woman was, of course, terribly embarrassed, not so much by the fact that she had appeared before a strange man in nothing but short pants, almost panties. Suellen felt uncomfortable showing off her mutilation.

At first the couple tried not to let me see the body — they would do everything themselves, just tell me how, but here I had to be persistent, because several parameters should be studied at once, and only the length of the thigh or the height of the elevation of the foot can not be done here. It took me almost two hours for everything, as some of the charms I used in the work for the first time (on myself practiced performance), so be sure to check the result.

At the end of the spouses completely calmed down, and even began to joke. And I was satisfied with the fact that these two turned on their heads, that is, the surviving leg of Sueleen in good condition, working, no atrophy. Henry hinted a few times at an engagement contract, but I asked him, without going into details, to wait a bit. I heard no complaints.

Starting with free time after class on Friday, I set about making metal bones. The whole first evening, in front of nearly a dozen guests, I was busy creating complete and accurate three-dimensional models on a special workbench. I made them while preparing for the duel. This tool allows you to work with illusions, to make them semi-material or limited material. Over a table of wood, metal, and stone with storage crystals, an image hologram is first formed, an illusion that can be worked out, details added, and so on.

When that stage is finished, changes and conditions can be made to layers, internal details, that sort of thing. Ideally, I would like to "bolt on" a few modes to the workbench that will fulfill the shape conditions with "stitched in" transfiguration charms, thus giving the workbench the proud title of "machine".

But that's for later. Seeing my work, the only boy and girl literally froze and remained silent, watching without looking away. The way I worked out the external shapes, curves, mechanics of movement, and then moved on to internal details like blood vessels and bones, literally mesmerized the teenagers and one officially adult girl. On Friday, I only had time to make a phalanx of my little toe — to try out the workbench.

 Although I wanted to surprise the audience more, because the model — it's still okay, but the whole interest is that it is created for testing, i.e. the made part of the model can literally be inserted into the hanging picture, and if all dimensions are observed, the part will remain in its place in the model.

The little finger bone floated obediently in the transparent blue model. I was afraid of making a mistake when making the staffs, so I literally made this workbench in one evening, so that I would have a single "mold" on which to detect mistakes.

In general, the guests left silent and thoughtful, even among themselves almost did not speak. I understand, it is shocking to see something like this not somewhere in a fantastic movie from the year two thousand and five, but now and in real life. On the other hand, I'm surprised by their surprise. After all, they are all magicians, gifted with the ability to create miracles, to realize their fantasies in the world, and what do they do?

I saw two girls, one from Gryffindor and one from Hufflepuff, fighting, and they were pulling each other's hair out in the most natural way possible — with their hands and scratching each other's faces with their claws. Okay, that doesn't happen very often, but the fact that a lot of people sew their buttons on by hand is a fact. I don't understand how or why, but I have the feeling that Hogwarts teaches children to fantasize by teaching them cheap tricks every day. It's strange.