A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 331: Wagadou Witch

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Hermione has a crush on Claire. During the chat in the tavern, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Clemie took them to the local market, rented three camels, and Hermione picked a light yellow one. Afterwards, Keremi helped her choose a huge sun hat and changed into a pair of Martin boots. After wearing them, she felt that her whole body became strange.

However, she declined the "local food" recommended to her by Keremy, and she lost her appetite.

There is an endless sea of ​​sand in front of her, and the sand dunes are connected together in a gentle way. She quickly lost her sense of distance, and when she looked back, she could still see the buildings in the city from a distance. The sun was getting hot, and when there was no wind, the air was like a giant steamer.

Suddenly, a pleasant cool feeling went from the skin to the fingertips, and she woke up suddenly. There was a square box with a chain floating in front of her, which looked like a locket. She reached out to grab it, but she didn't feel very cold. Turning around, Felix was nodding at her.

"I only brought one. The company's new product is still being tested." He explained, "But it can cover twenty feet." He called for Keremi, and the three of them walked side by side. Amazed at this little thing.

"We also have similar magic in our tent, but it cannot be used after entering the pyramid."

Hermione is wearing a locket, and she is full of energy. She is very interested in every detail of passing by, such as the plants growing on the stones in the sand, or the big gecko that suddenly popped out. Saw a gray snake.

After walking for about an hour, the three of them came to a tall pyramid. Under the shadow, they could see seven or eight tents surrounded by some scattered equipment. It looked like a small archaeological team.

Felix's heart moved: "You have the support of the local government?"

Kremy smiled and said: "It is a formal document recognized by the government, but it's just a cover." They came to the tent camp, tied the camel to the stake, and two people came out of the tent. Like Mi, the dress completely blended into the local area, and Felix also saw tourists taking pictures not far away.

"This is Faisal Abdul Izzy Campach Duim—er," Keremi looked at the man and asked awkwardly, "What's behind it?"

The young man muttered, "You should call me Feisal."

Kremi whispered to them: "Faisal's name has four stanzas, each of which is equivalent to our full name. I wanted to introduce it officially..." But because it is not commonly used, I can't remember it at all .

Another middle-aged wizard with a brown blouse on his shoulders said, "Just call me Rahman." He held out his hand and held it with Felix.

After exchanging pleasantries, they agreed to enter the pyramid at two o'clock in the afternoon, "We still have to wait for the headquarters to send someone." The middle-aged wizard explained.

Cremy took Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Haip, you can live in Bill's tent, his personal belongings are taken away, and Hermione lives with me, just say Talk."

"Is Bill Weasley not here?" Felix asked, suddenly thinking that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned that her two sons, Bill and Charlie, would be back in a few days. Sure enough, Clemie gave a consistent explanation.

"He's on vacation. The Quidditch World Cup is about to start. Most people in the camp ask for leave to go home," Keremy said, "Otherwise, you guys will meet again and have a lot to talk about. It's a pity that I don't like Quidditch. Qi is not interested, so I applied to stay."

Hermione rolled her eyes when she heard Bill Weasley's name, "Is it Ron's big brother?"

Felix nodded at her, "That's right, he's here as Gringotts' Cursebreaker." He looked at Clemie again, "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family."

In the rest of the time, Keremi took out a thick notebook and threw out all the accumulated questions. Felix didn't spend much time answering them clearly, but Keremi was not in a good mood , he gave Hermione a look, and made an excuse for himself to take a stroll nearby.

In the tent, Keremy said to Hermione with some frustration: "Gringotts has recruited a new Ravenclaw graduate, and her rune scores are particularly good."

"Who is it?"

Kremy named a name, but Hermione didn't say a word. She had seen it when she was flipping through the paper. That person was not considered a top graduate this year. It can only be said that Keremi graduated too early. Did not catch up with the professor's thinking classroom and a series of magical teaching methods.

"The professor opened a new company, did you know?" Hermione asked her tentatively.

"I'm not sure," Keremy said hesitantly, "When did it happen?"

"Should be recently, the name of the company is 'Future World', Professor Lupine - oh, he was a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and now he is in charge of Future World Corporation - he said to me , the professor wants to reform the wizarding world." Hermione said in a daze.

"Reform the magic world?" Keremy was taken aback.

"I guess it's about changing the lives of wizards," Hermione said uncertainly, "I saw the magic lamp, and this little thing," she held the chain of the small box around her neck, "I guess Professor He must have studied the technological products of the Muggle world in depth, which is very directly reflected in his book..."

They chatted chatteringly, and Keremi's expression alternated between yearning and hesitation. On the other side, Felix walked around the Great Pyramid and saw tourists from different countries along the way, but there were not many people. He also helped a large family take pictures and received seven thanks.

In an inconspicuous hidden corner of the pyramid, he sensed traces of magic, 'This should be the entrance. ’ Felix thought to himself, but what he was more curious about was what the environment of the wizarding world in Egypt was like.

According to his observations along the way, there are at least twelve people who are suspected to be wizards-this is normal, after all, Cairo is the capital of Egypt, but what makes him strange is that five of these twelve people are all the same. Dressed as witches, they wear exaggerated clothes and sell various occult items, such as amulets, voodoo dolls and the like.

Of course, those so-called mystical objects don't have any trace of magic, otherwise they wouldn't dare to appear ostentatiously.

A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a sentence or two between them—

"I heard...the gypsy witch...is famous..."

"Really? You must try it!"

Felix blinked and blinked. He followed behind the two and came to a well-decorated tent. There was a long queue there. Felix stayed quietly for a while, and heard a lot about The miraculous deeds of a fortune-teller named "Siavera".

It is said that her crystal ball and tarot cards are very effective in divination. Many people come from thousands of miles just to see her.

Although the line was long, the pace of progress was not slow. Many people left dejectedly within less than half a minute after entering.

The experienced person next to him said: "This is because the fate of this person is too obscure, and the witch is unwilling to take the effort to help him." However, no one thought that the witch's ability was low and chose to leave, and everyone believed it even more.

Felix is ​​also very curious. He just switched to the magic perspective. There is indeed an obscure aura in the tent, which shows that the person inside is a real wizard.

Wagadu... divination...

Felix was thoughtful, Africa does inherit a branch of prophecy magic, witchcraft, but what he learned, this kind of prophecy magic is not much better than black magic, often at the cost of limb damage, It is difficult to recover, and the results are not necessarily accurate.

He finds it inconceivable that a witch can do divination for ordinary people, and openly start a business.

He glanced at the line behind him and clicked his tongue. Isn't she afraid that she will die suddenly the next day? Or, taken away by the Ministry of Magic?

When it was his turn, almost an hour had passed, a calm female voice shouted through the tent: "Come in." Felix walked into the tent, the hot air outside was cut off, and the strong spices suffocated people Drunken, he looked at the witch. There were six or seven palm-sized incense burners beside her, surrounded by all kinds of mystical items in a mess, most of which had no magic power fluctuations. The few worthy of his attention were the gypsy witch herself, The crystal ball in front of the witch, and...the witch's purple hair.

That's right, under Felix's vision, the magic radiance blooming from the hair of this strange witch is not inferior to her own.

"We need to do a test, I won't spend my hard-won spiritual power on—" She stammered suddenly, and the half-closed eyes of the pretentious witch opened them suddenly.

Under the gaze of Felix and her, a hair on the witch's head suddenly broke off and burned out of thin air.

Her voice was no longer calm and emotionless, but she said in a low voice and hurriedly: "This wizard friend, I have a serious license and got permission from the Ministry of Magic, don't trouble me... ..."

"Bang!"

Felix threw her a small bag of Galleons, and a few golden coins rolled mischievously on the table, crooked, slipped from the edge of the table near the witch, and fell into the witch's hand.

"Do you accept this?"

"Of course, it's a big business." The witch carefully looked at the Galleons in her hand, then shook the bag on the table, and said with experience: "At least fifty Galleons, are you from Europe? Noble prodigal—ahem, heir to the nobles?"

She looked at Felix's appearance, and her eyes paused slightly on his black hair and blue pupils. Before he could answer, she got up from her seat, walked out of the tent, and said a few words to the people outside, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

"Okay," the witch came back with brisk steps. She stretched her waist and wiped her face with her hands. All kinds of thick grease and paint disappeared immediately, revealing a young brown-black face. .

She looked to be in her twenties at most.

"Aren't you a gypsy witch?" Felix said amusedly.

The witch snorted disdainfully, "There are only Wagadu witches here, not gypsy witches."

"I'm from the UK -"

"It's about the same as my guess." She took out a pear and started to chew.

"It's a professor—"

"Kats Katz...Hogwarts?"

"Invited by Clemie Vera—"

The witch finally put down the half-eaten pear, "You mean Keremi? That little Gringotts girl who pretended to be a scientific expedition team?"

Felix nodded with a smile.

"Since it was introduced by a friend, I will never lie." The witch patted herself on the chest and said, "Refitting, my name." She added, "Real name."

"Raifertin," Felix chewed on the name, "does this mean...a world-class wizard?"

"Isn't it? I took it myself." Refitting said, "I have been wandering around with a gypsy circus since I was a child. One day in a dream, the dream messenger told me that I was the chosen one and was allowed to enter Vagadu studied magic. When he woke up, he found that he was holding a stone with an inscription in his hand."

"Standard admissions process."

"Yes, but I was young at the time, thinking that I was the chosen one, so I urgently chose a good name for myself, looking forward to it day and night, waiting to show my strengths. After entering, I found that the same group Nearly a thousand people enrolled..." she said with self-deprecation.

"Then why did you choose divination?"

Refiting scratched his head: "Maybe it was influenced by my childhood, I did not choose the traditional strong subjects of Vagadu - transformation, potion, alchemy and astronomy, but chose the remote divination, but I did He is a genius who has improved this extremely dangerous black magic."

"Using hair as the price for casting spells?" Felix asked. Compared with the original version that often damages limbs, this improvement is indeed very clever.

"That's right, but I only have so much hair, I have to save some, do you have any recommended shampoo?"

"Well... I know a person, his bird snake egg shampoo is good, but I guess you can't buy it. Potter's is also good-"

"I've heard of the latter one," Reiferdin said.

"Since you have improved the prophecy magic of the Witch Ritual, can you make a prophecy for me?" Felix asked softly.

Refitting quickly shook his head, "No, no, I can't prophesy to wizards."

"Too expensive?"

"Did you see that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do a divination for the principal, and your results are the same." Refitting made a burning movement, "My teacher slapped me Just tell me with a handful of hair, if I do a fortune-telling for a powerful wizard, I will lose my life!"

She picked up the pear again, "This is the last lesson she taught me, and I graduated after that. Later I found out that it is difficult for me to find a job, so I thought, since I am given Wizards pay too much for divination, so what about ordinary people?"

"So you chose this place? Divination for tourists?"

"Smart, isn't it? I carefully select my divination objects and make vague predictions. It's always easier to judge someone's trajectory. I also use these things as a disguise, and the worldly people recognize this..." She pointed Various mystical items in the tent, "a total of 2,000 Egyptian pounds were spent."

"It's less than a hundred pounds, it's really cheap. However, you said earlier that you got the permission of the Ministry of Magic—" Felix was very curious, whether this is a violation of the secrecy law and exposing the magic world.

"How should I say it?" Refiting looked at him with a distressed expression, "I know the secrecy law, you want to ask this, right? But the situation in each country is different..."

Bitting the pear core with her teeth, she moved her hands left and right, and said vaguely: "In Africa, occultism is very popular, and it's hard to tell the truth from the fake. Invitation to share the experience of praying for rain."

"You still pray for rain?"

"They won't either! When the time comes, Xiao Lu will win a lot of money if he makes a move and compliments each other."

Felix's eyes were wide open. These things can't be seen or heard in the black market. The two chatted for a while, and before leaving, Refiting stopped him.

"Are you the helper Keremy called for help?" she asked cautiously.

"How do you know?"

"This incident was quite a big deal, and the man was almost rescued. I went to take a look, and his face was swollen like a coconut, and weeds were overgrown..."

She looked at Garen on the table, gritted her teeth, "Since you paid me two months' salary, I'll take a look for you—but I won't divination for you! Don't even think about it! "

"What do you mean?"

"Call other people, the companions who enter the pyramid with you, the weaker the better."

Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Refitting with a blank face.

"There are only three of us here." Felix said with a smile.

"It's an homage to magic," Refitting retorted sternly.

Hermione asked timidly: "The...professor? What are we going to do?"

"Divination, boy, I'm going to do a divination for you," said Raffitine in a calm, distant voice, which reminded Hermione of Trelawney, a school trickster.

Could it be that fortune tellers all over the world are carved out of the same mold?

Refitting stared at Hermione carefully, "I need a lock of your hair...you have a lot of hair, but the hair quality is not very good." She reached out her hand suddenly and pulled out a few hairs, "Ouch !" Hermione cried out in pain, glaring at her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll treat you to pears later." Refitting comforted her. place, continuously solidified into silvery white, like a silver thread.

When the edge of the hair was also completely solidified, Refiting let go of his hand, and the hair, like fragile porcelain, hit the black velvet on the table and fell to pieces.

Rifertin held his breath, observed the powder carefully, and twisted it with his fingers from time to time.

"Strange..." she said ~IndoMTL.com~ Ha, this answer is not surprising to me. "Hermione muttered, reaching out to rub her head.

"No, what's strange to me is that your figure is hidden in the mist, and it's not particularly clear, but...it's not like it hasn't happened before." Refiting shrugged, "Don't worry, you are safe this time, at least You are safe."

"It's really embarrassing for you." Hermione showed a mocking expression, she felt a little bit sorry for her hair.

"You're welcome." Refitting showed her face-swapping skills in front of her, and Hermione was taken aback for a while, and even forgot to refuse the pear she handed over.

On the way back, Hermione asked about Refitting's origins, and Felix simply said that when they returned to the camp, they saw a small figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall and long. With a pair of pointed ears.

If it wasn't for the mismatched skin color, he almost thought it was Dobby the house elf. But it's actually a goblin, the goblin from Gringotts.