v2 Chapter 77： Cursed Gold Coin

The latest website: Tom has thought about whether Evans' prediction may be a blind pass, and the blind cat will meet the dead mouse, but he thinks the probability is not high. After all, it can be said that the demon king got out of trouble or something like a coincidence, but the trajectory behind it is too accurate. Who knew that person could really rule the entire British wizarding world in the dark? After all, the current Ministry of Magic still maintains a bright and beautiful appearance, with a fire cooking oil, and the appearance of blooming flowers. No one knows that the Ministry of Magic at this time is already strong on the outside, and it will collapse completely with just a slight push.

Very outrageous, from the resurrection of Voldemort to the fall of the Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic lasted for a total of two years. If you count from Dumbledore's death, it only lasted a few months, only a few days longer than the French in World War II.

It's 1992, who would have guessed?

So Tom sat up a little, wanting to listen to Evans continue to speak, but Evans went around in circles, back and forth with the same clichés: the devil escapes, disaster strikes and so on.

"Then there must be a savior?"

Evans has no objection to this, there will indeed be a savior who will be the devil's worst enemy.

Tom was a little impatient, hesitating as an adjective was still very annoying, he didn't really want to continue the conversation, so before ending the conversation, he said to Evans: "Since you can divination, those people look at Can you do it with your face?"

Evans nodded.

Tom pulled his wand straight out and pointed it at the table, turning the table into Hermione's.

"Come on, look at this one."

"Can this one be Minister of Magic?"

"I'll take a look..." Evans leaned over and looked at Hermione's face carefully.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this face is not very good, I think it's out of play."

Tom shook his glass. "Please take a closer look."

"It's not necessary," Evans waved, and the pattern on the table disappeared. "I've always been very precise when it comes to face-to-face."

"This person is the best of the best, destined to be the Minister of Magic. You actually say that she has a different face." Tom almost laughed out loud.

"A person who could have been Minister of Magic, but didn't take that seat, I think you need to find the key variable." Evans smiled, indicating that fate is unpredictable, maybe just some casual behavior. affect a person's future.

"A dozen of butter beer, pack it away, and put it on his account." After listening to Evans' prophecy, Tom wanted to order and leave. But Evans stopped him—not to get Tom to pay for the sake, but to hand Tom a dragonskin purse.

"I know you have something to do with Dumbledore, don't be in a hurry to deny it," Evans' monocle flashed a gleam of light, he snapped his fingers, and created an invisible barrier beside the two, isolating the sound. Even the bartender from a few feet away couldn't hear the conversation between them, "You give him this bag for me. It's a very interesting little thing with a very powerful curse on it, and I've done it before. Been working on it for a while. To me, this thing has no value, but I think you guys need it."

"Remember, don't open it by yourself, just leave it to Dumbledore." Evans was still a little worried, and specifically told it again.

"Who the **** are you?" Tom asked, holding the leather bag in his hand.

Evans turned his head and looked at Tom, "The name is just a code name, it doesn't matter. I can be Evans, Klein, Lucifer, if you want, I don't mind calling me a monkey. I'm just a Passerby, I want to do a little business with you."

At this time, the bartender pushed the packaged butterbeer over, and Evans took advantage of the opportunity to remove the barrier and waved to Tom, "Okay, see you next time."

Tom put the small leather bag in his pocket and walked out the door of the Hog's Head with the butter beer. At this time, the witch sitting in the corner also stood up with her hands in her sleeves, and Tom quickly took out his wand.

"Except your weapons!"

A wand whirled and flew out.

All of a sudden, like poking a hornet's nest, all the guests in the pig's head bar stood up, only Evans was still sitting there leisurely drinking and watching a play.

"What do you mean?" the witch asked Tom in a very hoarse voice.

Tom didn't even bother to pay attention to him, you explain to me first, what do you mean when you stand up with your wand when I go out?

Tom's wand was pointed at the witch, and the other guests were on high alert, wands clenched in their hands under their robes. The air in the bar was almost frozen, and a battle seemed imminent.

At this time, the tall bar owner slammed the table, "Go out and fight!"

He looked at Tom, "Put your stuff away, I assure you it's absolutely safe in the bar, I'll let this guy go later."

Tom looked at the wizard dressed as a witch, and smiled: "A mouse with a hidden head and a tail, this disguise is really bad, but only the blind can't see that you are disguised as a woman."

The "Witch" was shocked when he heard this. He never thought that his disguise would be easily seen through! Seeing the people around him cast their gazes, he felt a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. He was a little remorseful. This time he was planted. He wanted to follow quietly to see if he had a chance to wipe some oil and water, but he encountered a hard stubble.

Tom lowered his wand, but at the same time got his basilisk form ready and exited the Hog's Head Bar. On the main road, Tom saw Dumbledore standing next to the post office from a distance, looking at the advertisement posted outside the post office window with great interest.

Tom quickly picked up his pace and ran over Professor, you have been waiting for a long time. "As he said that, he also passed the butterbeer in his hand.

"This is the Butterbeer from the Hog's Head. It tastes quite good and has a unique flavor. Professor, please try a few bottles too."

Dumbledore took the beer with a smile and cast a cleansing spell on them.

"The butter beer there is very authentic, but the bottle is a little too dirty." He stared at the beer bottle with blue eyes, carefully inspecting the bottle, trying to find out the dirt remaining on it.

"Professor, there's another weirdo, ask me to give this to you." Tom handed over the leather bag and repeated what Evans had said.

Dumbledore took the purse and gently opened it with the tip of his wand, and a yellow-orange gold coin rolled out from it.

Tom intuitively felt that this gold coin was not so simple.

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