Part-time as God of the Heavens

"Boom boom boom!"

　　 Zhou Yi opened the door.

　　 There was a tall and thin woman standing outside the door, it was Petunia Dursley.

　　 "I'm sorry, may I ask you something?" Zhou Yi asked knowingly.

　　 "It's like this," Petunia smiled. "I am the hostess of No. 4 Privet Road, Petunia Dursley. I just noticed the movement here... Do you plan to settle here in the future?"

"It turned out to be Mrs. Dursley. Yes, that's right. Except for working hours, I should live here. It seems that we will be neighbors in the future," Zhou Yi smiled and said decently, "I'm sorry to move the furniture before. I’m disturbing you. I’m Zhou Yi. Just call me Zhou. Uh...please come in and sit down?"

"No, no, you didn't bother me!" Petunia denied repeatedly, her movements looked a bit exaggerated, and it took a few seconds to return to normal. "You don't have to go in and sit here. I think you just moved here. Many things need time to organize. …It’s like this. Since everyone will be neighbors in the future, it happens that my house will have a party too, so I want to invite you to come together. Will you be free after two o’clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow?”

　　 "The day after tomorrow?" Zhou Yi pretended to think for a while, and then replied, "I'm so lucky. My schedule for the day after tomorrow just happened to be free. I can join this party when I have time."

　　 "Great! That's a deal!" Petunia said with joy, "Mr. Zhou, our family is looking forward to your coming!"

　　 "For your invitation, I am not very honored, Mrs. Dursley, I will arrive on time at two o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

　　 After sending Mrs. Dursley away, Zhou Yi closed the door and his face returned to calm.

　　 The so-called so-called everyone has a mask, Zhou Yi also has it, and there are still many pairs, and just put on the most suitable one.

　　...

　　 Harry panicked.

I don’t know why, just now, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Fernon called him in front of him, just as he thought he was going to be taught a lesson about something trivial or something that Dudley damaged but pushed him on. At night, when I lost today's dinner (although it was not worth looking forward to), I saw smiles on the faces of Petunia and Fernon...Although it was reluctant, it could be regarded as true.

　　 Wait, smile?

Harry couldn't help getting nervous. To be honest, he didn't expect Penny and Fernon to change their attitudes to him suddenly. There is only one possibility for this situation-they have any intentions against themselves, but it is difficult to ridicule them. To achieve the goal.

"We're going to invite a big man to be our guest tomorrow," Fenon's fat red face barely squeezed out a smile, "I need you to stay in your cupboard honestly, absolutely can't send it out. The slightest sound, understand?"

"If, I mean if," Petunia also followed, and there was a trace of disgust in Harry's eyes that was completely unconcealable and never intended to conceal, "If you agree, I can promise you a cake. …Of course, that's on the premise that you must not make any movement or let the big man notice your existence!"

　　 "But...but..." Harry asked weakly, "If I want to go to the bathroom..."

"I'm not discussing with you! Brat!" Fenon, who could not bear it for a long time, snarled in a low voice, his face flushed, and he looked like an Afghan hound with a beard with a super tax payment. "If not Those...If it weren’t for not being able to drive you away, I would have swept you out a long time ago. In short, if you stabbed something out at that time, I will let you know what regret is! Understand?"

　　 "...I got it..." Harry was taken aback and shrank his neck.

　　 "Go get some biscuits or something by yourself, and then go back to your cupboard!" Fenon ordered, "Penny, give him another jar, the one with a lid!"

　　 At the end, Feinong warned fiercely: "At that time, if you dare to make any noise and disturb my affairs, I can guarantee that you will not be well!"

"It wouldn't have been easy." Harry said in his heart, turned his head silently, went straight to the place where the biscuits were stored, and then unceremoniously took away all the jars. Anyway, he was scolded and he didn't take any more. Aren't you sorry for yourself?

　　...

　　 late at night.

　　 Xiaohuijin District, Privet Road.

　　The street lights went out one by one with the tall and thin figure moving forward.

　　 The figure came to the front of No. 4 Privy Road and stopped for a while, seeming to be observing something. After a while, he moved forward slowly, and finally came to No. 5 Privy Road.

　　 The figure walked to the door and was about to knock on the door, but they turned on automatically, and the lights came on, as if they were welcoming people.

　　 The figure paused, and stepped in, the light dissipated the darkness, and the appearance of the illuminating person-long silver hair and beard, long hooked nose, half-moon glasses...it was Dumbledore.

　　 "Welcome to my new house as a guest, Principal Dumbledore." In the living room, Zhou Yi put down the coffee cup in his hand and said, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

　　 "Thank you, but I don't need it anymore," Dumbledore walked in, and the door of the room closed automatically behind him. "When you are old, drinking coffee will make it harder to fall asleep."

　　 "Then some chocolates and candies." Zhou Yi shrugged, and a plate automatically appeared on the table, filled with all kinds of chocolates and candies.

　　 "Is this Muggle food?" Dumbledore asked curiously, sitting down on the sofa opposite Zhou Yi, squeezing a gold coin-shaped chocolate.

　　 "Yes, and it's much better than the wizarding world." Zhou Yi blinked, "If you like it, I have a lot more here."

"Well, I like to eat sweets, but eating too much is not good..." Dumbledore peeled off the gold foil paper on it, threw the chocolate into his mouth, nodded in satisfaction, the pair under the half-moon glasses The azure blue became sharper and brighter, "So... Mr. Zhou, you should already know why I came here?"

　　 "Of course, principal, it's not hard to guess," Zhou Yi nodded, and then opened the door to the point, "I want to sell my wand, so I plan to start with Mr. Porter. After all... Mr. Potter's influence, you know."

　　 "...oh," Dumbledore was visibly taken aback, "I didn't expect you to be so direct."

　　 "Because I have a clear conscience, and what I want to do will not do any harm to Mr. Porter," Zhou Yi said, "I just need to borrow Mr. Porter's influence to play an advertising role..."

"Advertising? Is it a Muggle vocabulary?" Dumbledore didn't quite understand.

"Yes, it's basically...similar to if you suddenly say that a certain magic wand works well, then other people will think that the magic wand works well, which is equivalent to advertising this magic wand. Zhou Yi explained, "I am a rod maker, and my dream is naturally to carry forward the magic wand I made."

　　 "But... the Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to influence Muggle life..." Dumbledore frowned slightly, "And, Mr. Potter can't leave there..."

"It's very simple, all I use are Muggle methods, and I also have a legal Muggle status," Zhou Yi smiled, "Although Mr. Potter can't leave that place, at least I can make his life. Live a little more comfortably.

In the Muggle world, the identity of a lawyer is like the Auror in the wizarding world. I just need to discover what happened to Mr. Porter in the "inadvertent", and then the righteous character as a "lawyer" will make me treat this This situation is full of anger and threatens the Dursleys. They are afraid of wizards but they are confident. Unlike me, as long as I keep appearing as a Muggle, this is enough. "

"I think I probably understand what you mean, Mr. Zhou. From an ideal perspective, this is a plan that has the best of both worlds, that is, if you tell me in advance, it will be fine...but," Dumbledore's pair Azure eyes looked at Zhou Yi and smiled, "I'm very curious about the magic wand you made."

　　 "This is easy," Zhou Yi took out a wand and handed it to Dumbledore. "This is a wand I experimented with yesterday."

"...The flawless craftsmanship makes it hard to believe that it came from such a young rodmaker." Dumbledore took the wand, observed for a while, and looked at Zhou Yi, "I can try Try?"

　　 "Of course you can... but the magic input should be smaller." Zhou Yi exhorted.

　　 "Okay." Dumbledore nodded and shook his wand slightly. A burst of flames instantly released from between the wands and went to the ceiling!

　　 Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and flicked his wand again. In an instant, a white light radiated from the wand, and the latter came first, completely extinguishing the flame in the air without hurting the ceiling!

　　 "Amazing technique!" Zhou Yi clapped his hands, his face was concealed with admiration, "Unimaginable!"

　　 "A few tricks," Dumbledore waved his hand humbly, "Mr. Zhou, this magic wand you made..."

"That's the case. I have always been curious about what magic power is, and what kind of role does the magic wand play in this." Zhou Yi explained, "In the end, my conclusion is that magic power is to make wizards. The medium that can release magic is a kind of energy that exists in nature. Some people can absorb it, but some people cannot. In this way, the difference between a wizard and a Muggle is formed.

The magic wand, in this, plays a role of guiding magic power and concentrating magic power. The magic power in the body can be released from the magic wand by the wizard. In this way, the efficiency and accuracy of the magic released by the wizard have been improved a lot. , And the difference in material corresponds to the difference of each person's physique. That's why Mr. Ollivander often said that everyone has a magic wand that belongs to him. "

　　 "So... you made a change." Dumbledore rubbed the wand in his hand.

"Of course, with a small change, most magic wands can only play a role in guiding and integrating the magic power input by the wizard, and the magic wand I made...has the ability to automatically absorb magic power from the natural world. After experiencing it, the power of the magic released has grown, hasn’t it?"

　　 "Yes, this wand doesn't fit me, but it achieves half the effect when I use my original wand." Dumbledore suddenly realized.

"That's why I praise you, Principal Dumbledore, your control of magic is exquisite, and your reaction power is absolutely top-notch. Only then can you react quickly and cancel each other out with the same intensity of magic. That group of flames..." Zhou Yi sighed, "If I were to be replaced, I wouldn't be able to do better than this."

　　 An aura called Versailles gradually filled the air, which was still emitted from both of them at the same time, but both of them were indifferent to it.

　　 "I am old, and the future belongs to your young people." Dumbledore said with a smile, making Zhou Yi cold.

　　 "This is just a bonus. I am not only able to make this kind of change," Zhou Yi quickly changed the subject, "I think the magic wand also needs to have the ability to physically strike."

　　 "Physical Strike?" Dumbledore was puzzled again. He always felt that every word he heard from Zhou Yi understood what it meant, but when he put it together, he was trapped.

　　 "I don't know the principal, have you ever heard of a magic wand..." Zhou Yi smiled mysteriously, "About eight feet long?"

　　 Dumbledore: "!!!"

　　 "Sorry, Mr. Zhou, the eight feet you mentioned is the one I understand... eight feet in length?" Dumbledore doubted whether he was old and had misunderstood something.

　　 "No, no, it's about this length, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhou Yi didn't know where he took out a stick, eight feet... which is more than two hundred and forty centimeters long.

　　 Dumbledore fell into a state of speechlessness.

　　 "Of course, this is the length that can only be used in the later stage. If you are a beginner, you can use a stick...oh no, the length of the stick is enough." Zhou Yi smiled slightly.

　　 You just said a stick, right? ? !

Dumbledore was speechless for a while, and finally analyzed from a rational point of view what kind of function such a long wand might have... After a few seconds, he directly asked: "So, Mr. Zhou, since you plan to make a magic wand... So long, there must be a corresponding reason?"

"Of course there is!" Zhou Yi was excited, and a lot of knowledge about "sticks" in his mind finally came into use. "Stands, sticks, benevolent soldiers...In short, when the little wizard did not have enough magic power, It is more to solve the problem by fighting. At this time, a long, thick and hard wand can provide a lot of advantages... Of course, my envisioned design is that these wands can be zoomed in and out. It's easy to achieve, just add some special magic and then add materials..."

　　 In the living room late at night, under Zhou Yi's explanation, Dumbledore's eyes changed from puzzled, to a little clear, to complete clarity, and finally eager to try.

　　 The butterfly flapped its wings, and a huge storm was brewing.

　　Ps: Ahhhhhhhh! So panic! I'm going to reply soon...