Chapter 380： Wholesale Prophecy

Chapter 380 Wholesale Prophecy

The good weather in September didn't last long. Half a month after arriving at Hogwarts, the sky finally started to rain again, and it hasn't stopped since the morning.

However, for Albert who was nestled in the castle, the rain was nothing, since it wouldn't get him wet anyway.

At this moment, Albert is sitting comfortably by the window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, drinking freshly made milk tea, and writing letters to old friends.

Tom lay beside him, his eyes fixed on the owner who wrote the letter, and his eyes occasionally drifted to the cup of milk tea. His paws were a little itchy, but he didn't take any action in the end.

Since the last time he foolishly put his claws into the cup and was caught by Albert and kept the dried fish for several days, Tom never touches the teacup again.

Albert glanced at his cat, then turned his gaze back to the letter. This was a letter addressed to Adolphe Fournier. The connection between the Frenchman and Albert had faded.

A while ago, Albert had obtained the technology of manufacturing double-sided mirrors, and added the panel skills, and then revealed a little technology to Mr. Adolphe Fournier based on the panel skills' understanding of the theory of double-sided mirrors.

All right!

Actually, he slapped the Frenchman several times with facts and technical knowledge, which made this Mr. Fournier lick his face again, and enthusiastically and actively contacted Albert.

Of course, in order to get the technology to restore the double-sided mirror, Mr. Fournier doesn't even have to give up his own face. He is really not ordinary enthusiasm now. He will write a letter to Albert every few days, thanks to the owl It's not the same one, otherwise it would have died of exhaustion on the way.

After all, there is still a distance between France and Britain.

Both parties have no good intentions.

Albert's goal is the technology in the hands of the Frenchman. Adolphe Fournier has good attainments in alchemy and has invented many good things, such as memory balls.

The memory ball is a kind of enchanted glass ball, which seems to be filled with white smoke, a bit like a divination crystal ball for divination. When you hold it in your hand, if it turns red, it means you have forgotten something.

Of course, to put it bluntly, a memory ball is a magical toy, which usually only lasts for about half a year. Albert used similar means to invent an intrusion alarm for himself.

Well, it's actually casting an invasion spell on an object. When you put it in your pocket, it will start to get hot when a wizard is around.

However, the siren has a rather bad problem. As long as there are wizards other than yourself around, the alarm will be issued immediately.

It's a half-useless thing, but there is indeed a skill called siren on the panel. He thinks this skill should be very useful. The problem is that it takes experience to upgrade the skill, and when making it, wizards also need to master the invasion spell. .

In the letter, Albert discussed the idea of ​​the magic lamp with Mr. Adolphe Fournier.

This task has been on the panel for a long time. If he wants to complete the task, he must at least have a direction. As an expert in this field, Mr. Adolphe Fournier may be able to help him.

As for the technology of the double-sided mirror, Albert doesn't mind giving it to the other party. He doesn't care at all whether Mr. Adolphe Fournier can copy the double-sided mirror of Blair Burst. Anyway, as long as the skill level is added, Can come up with better technology.

Let's wring out the value of M. Adolphe Fournier first.

Of course, this is a mutual benefit to some extent.

Suddenly there was a commotion next to him, Tom turned his head and looked, and saw two girls whispering and giggling beside him.

"you go!"

"No, you go!"

"Okay, I'll go!"

A little girl with brown eyes and long blond hair braved up and came forward.

"What's matter?"

Albert finished drinking his milk tea, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and turned his head to look at the two little girls who were pushing and shoving.

"They said you can divination?" said one of the girls.

"Divination?" Albert put down his teacup and said gently, "I did learn a little bit of divination knowledge in the divination class. However, the rumors in school cannot be believed."

"Can you…"

"Can I divination for you?" Albert finished speaking for the other party.

The two little girls nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"You know it's a lie, why do you still need to divination?" Albert asked with a smile.

The two of them didn't answer, so Albert stopped delving into this topic. After thinking about it, he said, "Let's not take this as an example. Who will start first?"

"me!"

"What's your name?" Albert confirmed.

"Lavender Brown," said the girl nervously.

"Okay, Miss Lavender Brown, remember your prophecy." Albert was silent for a long time, and said in a vague voice: "You will have a romantic story of your own. It is up to you whether you pursue it or not. Whether it lasts is up to him."

"Does a romantic story mean being in love?" Lavender Brown asked curiously.

Albert smiled, did not answer, looked at another little girl and asked, "What about you? Tell me your name."

"Parvati Patil."

"Remember your prophecy, Miss Parvati Patil." Albert paused for a long time before saying vaguely, "At the ball, you will dance with your warriors."

"Can you give it to me too..." the round-faced boy next to him asked with a blushing face.

"What's your name?" Albert asked.

"Neville Longbottom," said the boy.

"You are a qualified Gryffindor, courage is not what you see on the surface, plants are destined for you, and you will have a place in the school." Albert said after recalling Neville's message.

He suddenly discovered that he also has the potential to be a fortune teller.

"That's it."

Someone asked in puzzlement.

"That's it, maybe don't look for me anymore." Albert glanced at the speaker and said calmly.

Everyone dispersed in disappointment. No matter how you looked at it, Albert seemed to be perfunctory to the three freshmen.

"Why, do you want it too?" Albert asked, looking at Hermione next to him.

The latter hesitated for a long time before nodding.

Actually, Hermione doesn't really believe this kind of thing, no matter how you look at it, it looks like Albert is fooling them, but she also heard that Albert's words are sometimes very accurate. After all, both of Harry's original prophecies had come true, whether they were prophecies or not.

"Before winter comes, you will no longer be alone. Of course, it depends on your decision." Albert said.

Hermione was stunned, because it was really up to her own decision to find friends.

"Sorry to bother you to coax the little girl." Fred and George, who were wet all over, walked towards this side.

"Quidditch training is over?" Albert didn't care about teasing, and asked as he looked at the two who were drenched in water.

"It's over, it's really embarrassing."

"Harry did a great job, our names will be engraved on this year's Quidditch Cup."

Albert shrugged indifferently, and said softly, "There will be twists and turns."

"Shut up."

"asshole."

Both of them wanted to take off their socks and stop Albert's broken mouth.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking twists and turns."

Albert waved his wand, and white steam evaporated from the Weasley brothers, filling the common room. He waved his wand again, creating a gust of wind, and sent all the steam out of the common room.

"Is it really accurate?" Hermione muttered softly, looking at the Weasley twins who looked nervous and wanted to gag Albert's mouth.

(end of this chapter)