A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 333 Wagadu Witch

Half an hour later, they headed towards the desert on camels.

Hermione has a crush on Creme.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, Hermione felt that her whole body became strange.

However, she still declined the "local food" that Keremi recommended to her, and she lost her appetite.

There was an endless sea of ​​sand in front of her eyes, and the dunes were 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 coolness 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 Keremy, and the three of them walked side by side. Something amazed.

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

Hermione was wearing a locket, and she was full of energy. She was very interested in every detail that passed by, such as the plants growing on the stones in the sand, or the big gecko that suddenly jumped out. They also 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?"

Keremi smiled and said, "It's a formal document recognized by the government, but it's just a cover." They came to the tent camp, tied the camels to the stakes, and two people came out of the tent. They were the same as Keremi, The dress was completely integrated 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 Faisal."

Keremi whispered to them: "Faisal's name has four sections, and each section is equivalent to our full name. I wanted to introduce it formally..." But because it is not commonly used, I couldn't remember it at all.

Another middle-aged wizard with a brown blouse draped over 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.

Keremi brought Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Haip, you can live in Bill's tent, his personal belongings have been taken away, and Hermione lives with me, just to talk. "

"Bill Weasley isn't here?" Felix asked, suddenly remembering 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, and the Quidditch World Cup is about to start. Most people in the camp ask for leave to go home," Keremi said, "Otherwise, you old friends will meet again, and you'll have a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Quidditch , and applied to stay.”

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

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

For the rest of the time, Keremi took out a thick notebook and threw out all the accumulated questions. Felix didn't take much time to answer them clearly, but Keremi was not in a good mood. Hermione gave her a look, and she made an excuse to walk around the neighborhood.

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

"who is it?"

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

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

"I don't know," Cremi said hesitantly. "When did it happen?"

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

"Reform the wizarding 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 the professor must have studied it in depth." Technology products that have passed through the Muggle world, 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 observation 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 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 occult 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 overheard a sentence or two between them—

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

"Really? Then you must try!"

Felix blinked and blinked. He followed the two of them and came to a well-decorated tent. There was a long queue there. Felix stayed quietly for a while, and heard a lot about this " The Miraculous Deeds of the Fortune Teller.

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

Although the line was long, the speed 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 make any 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 was also very curious. He had just switched to the magic perspective. There was indeed an obscure aura in the tent, which indicated that the person inside was a real wizard.

Waggadu... Divination...

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

He found it inconceivable that a witch would do divination for ordinary people, and openly started a business.

He glanced at the queue behind him and clicked his tongue a little. 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 isolated, and the strong spices made people intoxicated, He looked at the witch. There were six or seven palm-sized incense burners beside her, surrounded by various mystical items in a mess, most of which had no magic power fluctuations. The few that deserved his attention were the gypsy witch herself and the one in front of the witch. A crystal ball, and... a 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-earned spiritual power on, on—" She stammered suddenly, and the half-closed eyes of the pretentious witch opened them suddenly.

As Felix and she watched, a hair on the witch's head snapped off and burst into flames out of thin air.

Her voice was no longer calm and emotionless. Instead, she said in a low voice and hastily: "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 playfully on the table, crooked, slipped from the edge of the table near the witch, and fell into the witch's hand.

"Do you charge for this?"

"Of course, big business." The witch looked carefully at the Galleons in her hand, then shook the bag on the table, and said with experience: "At least fifty Galleons, don't tell me you're a prodigal son of a noble in Europe— —Ahem, heir to the nobility?"

She looked at Felix's appearance, 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 am from United Kingdom--"

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

"It's a professor—"

"Crackling... Hogwarts?"

"At the invitation of Clemie Vera—"

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

Felix nodded with a smile.

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

"Reiferdin," Felix chewed on the name, "does this mean... a genius?"

"Isn't it? I took it myself." Refiting said, "I was wandering around with a gypsy circus when 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 Ouagadou. Learn magic. When I woke up, I found myself holding a stone with an inscription in my hand."

"Standard admissions process."

"Yes, but I was young at the time and thought I was the chosen one, so I urgently chose a nice name for myself. I was looking forward to it day and night, waiting to show off my strengths. After entering, I found that the same batch of students who enrolled were almost 1000 people..." she said mockingly.

"Then why did you choose divination?"

Refiting scratched his head: "Maybe it was influenced by my childhood, I didn't choose the traditional strong subjects of Waggadu - transformation, potion, alchemy and astronomy, but chose the remote divination, but I am indeed a genius , improving 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 there's only so much hair, I have to save some, do you have any recommended shampoo?"

"Well... I know a guy whose bird snake egg shampoo is good, but I guess you can't get it. Potter's is also good—"

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

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

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

"It's too expensive?"

"Did you see that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do a fortune-telling for the principal, and your results are the same." Refitting made a burning movement, "My teacher plucked a handful of my hair , told me that if I do divination to 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 paid for the wizard's divination The price is too high, so what about ordinary people?"

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

"It's smart, isn't it? I carefully select the 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 to the tent in the tent. Various mystical items, "a total of 2000 Egyptian pounds was spent."

"It's less than a hundred pounds, it's really cheap. However, you said earlier that you have obtained 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..."

She bit the pear core with her teeth, stretched her hands left and right, and said vaguely: "In Africa, occultism is very popular, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Everyone is used to it, and it is not surprising. I was invited by the tribal leader to share Praying for rain experience."

"You still pray for rain?"

"They won't either! At that time, Xiaolu will win a lot of gold 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 that Keremi called for help?" she asked cautiously.

"how do you know?"

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

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

"Then 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 dazed face, and Refitting changed back into that gypsy outfit with painted patterns all over her face.

"It's just the three of us here," Felix said amusedly.

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

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

"Divination, child, I'm going to do a divination for you," said Raffitine in a calm, distant voice, which reminded Hermione of Trelawney, who was a prankster at school.

Are fortune tellers all over the world carved out of the same mold?

Refitting stared at Hermione carefully, "I need a lock of your hair...you have so much hair, but the hair quality is not very good." She reached out her hand suddenly and pulled out a few hairs, "Ouch!" Min let out a cry of pain and glared at her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll treat you to pears later." Refitting comforted her, she twisted Hermione's hair, the brown hair kept twisting, and where it was in contact with Refitting's fingers Solidified into silvery white, like a silver thread.

When the edge of the hair tip was also completely solidified, Refiting let go of her hand, and the hair fell like fragile porcelain, and the moment it touched the black velvet surface on the table, it became shattered.

Reiferdin held his breath, carefully observed the powder, and gently twirled it with his fingers from time to time.

"Strange..." she said.

"Ha, that answer doesn't surprise me." Hermione muttered, reaching out to rub her head.

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

"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 briefly said that when they returned to camp, they saw a small figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointy ears.

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

(End of this chapter)