Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 The Meaning of the Copy Spell
While Chris was looking for the reason why the potion was more effective, Moon was also waiting for the results of the treatment.

It was not until a crew member came to report that the injured young man had recovered that Moon confirmed the true effect of this potion.

However, Moon was not in a hurry to make the potion because he found something more valuable than the potion.

Mimir the Bard.

This weird old man was left in the room by Moon after he identified the potion.

At this time, he was holding a charcoal pencil and leaning over the table to record new poems.

Zalan, who was sitting next to him, was looking at the two new materials that Mimir had just identified.

After Mimir identified the ground armor beast and the Selma flower, Moon suddenly had an idea and took out the herbal comparison manual he had recorded in Xilin.

This manual records 78 kinds of herbs that Moon discovered in Xilin, 31 of which he was able to match with "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi".

Moon just randomly pointed to two herbal patterns he had drawn, and Mimir could immediately tell him where they came from, what they looked like, and how they tasted.

"Young man, this is blood arrow grass. People on the northern grasslands use it to stop bleeding and detoxify."

After Moon had someone prepare a sumptuous lunch for Mimir, the old man's way of speaking gradually returned to normal.

Blood arrow grass.

In "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", it is called the ground elm and is the raw material of a hemostatic potion.

"This is a bellflower. It produces purple fruits that are the nemesis of poisonous snakes in the rain forest."

Bellflower.

The name of this herb in "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" is mountain sedge. It is native to Africa and is used by locals to treat cobra bites.

After identifying four or five herbs, Mimir stopped paying attention to Moon and started recording his own poems.

"Mr. Mimir, what is your last name? How should I address you?"

Moon did not give up, but continued to ask.

"I don't have a last name. Mimir is the name given to me by the beautiful Sister Teresa. Young man, could you please stop disturbing me? I still need to write poetry."

"Okay, old sir, in fact, as long as you agree to my request, I will definitely ensure that you have a very comfortable creative environment."

"Young man, I've already told you that I will dedicate my life entirely to 'Anvil Song'. I won't be helping people identify materials."

"Anvil Songs" is the name of the collection of troubadours that Mimir is currently writing.

This collection of poems originally consisted of legends from the eastern mountainous areas of the Maynila Empire, and had been passed down orally by the locals.

Mimir also began to collect poems from there, from the original 31 scattered and incomplete poems to the current ones that Mimir has continued to write for fifty years.

The Anvil Song already has 763 troubadours of various types.

Moon had no interest in bardic poetry; all he cared about was Mimir's fifty years of travel experience.

Especially after learning that Mimir would go deep into remote mountainous areas to collect poetry and talk with ordinary farmers, woodcutters, and hunters.

Moon knew that this old man definitely knew more.

But Mimir directly rejected Moon's kindness to take him in.

"Young man, I'm already 66 years old, but I haven't even written a thousand 'Anvil Songs' yet. Time waits for no one!"

In order to get Mimir to agree to identify the materials, Moon also specifically asked the first mate Karen about his background.

"This old man is very strange. Whenever he has money, he will go everywhere to collect poetry. When he has no money, he will just find a random job and organize his poetry. He has been on the Thorn for half a year and will leave after getting off the ship this time."

From Karen's words, Moon knew that Mimir really liked poetry, but he didn't want to let such a wise man disappear.

"Mr. Mimir, you have written so many poems. Have you thought about how to pass them on in the future?" Moon knew that in order to impress someone, he had to start from what he cared about, so he asked this key question directly.

Mimir also knew what Moon wanted to express, but he ignored him and continued to copy.

"Old sir, there must have been quite a few original 'Anvil Songs,' so why are there only thirty-one left? Aren't you worried that all your poems will be lost in a hundred years, or even just twenty or thirty?"

When Moon said this, Mimir stopped writing.

"Young man, there's no solution to your problem. What I can do is write more, so that perhaps a lot of it can be preserved a hundred years from now."

"Who says there's no solution? I have a way to preserve your poems intact a hundred years from now, and let more people know about them."

Hearing Moon's arrogant tone, Mimir looked over with his cloudy eyes.

"You? Impossible, even if you're a magician."

Moon was not surprised to hear Mimir directly reveal his identity.

In his opinion, this old man must have seen many magicians in his fifty years of travel.

However, the method Moon mentioned for preserving poetry was not a magician's method.

Although he knew that there were many magic books thousands of years old in the Hogwarts library.

But he currently does not have the ability to produce books that can be preserved for such a long time.

Of course, in addition to magical methods, Moon had actually seen another way of preservation and dissemination in the Muggle world of London.

Schools, public libraries, cheap books, newspapers, radio stations, etc.

These methods can preserve and spread poetry.

Although Moon cannot take out these things for the time being, he can use magic to make Mimir believe in him.

"Mr. Mimir, since you have seen a magician, I wonder if you have ever seen magic like this?"

After Moon finished speaking, he cast the [Copy Spell] with his wand without waiting for the other party to react.

【Copy in pairs】

An identical copy of "The Anvil Song" suddenly appeared on the table.

After a moment of hesitation, Mimir immediately picked up the extra collection of poems and quickly flipped through it.

"It's actually exactly the same. Can it last for a long time?"

"I can only say that it will continue to exist until the magical energy dissipates."

"I see~, that's quite impressive! Other magicians can't do that."

Moon didn't know if there was anything like the [Copy Spell] in this world, but since Mimir thought so, he didn't want to explain for the time being.

After Mimir finished reading the entire collection of poems, he closed it neatly, and even touched the rough cover reluctantly.

"It's really tempting, but I can't afford it. It must be very expensive."

The price Mimir was referring to was naturally the reward for asking Moon to cast the [Copy Spell] to create more poetry collections.

However, after seeing Mimir's reverence for poetry, Moon smiled faintly and shook his head.

"I don't want money, and I won't force you to do anything."

"Huh? Why?"

"I think some things have to be done by someone else, just like you spent fifty years writing a collection of poems. I think it would be more convenient for me to do this."

(End of this chapter)