HP Bella's Lie

12 - The unspeakable secrets of wizards

Mrs Thicknesse had spent a whole month inquiring what was most likely to get an appointment in order to get the prophecy of the old house.

Folk rumors are precious collections of books or magic items, but there is only one general category, and it is impossible to start.In terms of book collection, the Thinknes family has a long history, and they do have some capital, but Mrs. Thinknes is not sure what kind of books the old house wants, and she can't let her send one book every month. Will it succeed for the first time?And as far as she knew, even if the appointment was successful, she would have to pay a higher price to obtain the prophecy.She didn't want her hole cards to be exposed too much.

Finally, she learned from an old wizard who made an appointment successfully that the old house might be interested in the collection of books that study life.

Mrs. Thicknesse spent a day in the family library, and finally picked out a precious book that she was determined to acquire——.

This book is not the real alchemy notes of Nicolas, but a summary of one of his assistants later. Although it only records part of Nicolas's thousands of alchemy experiments, its authenticity is absolutely reliable.Therefore, this assistant's notebook is invaluable, and it can be regarded as one of the proud collections of the Thinknes family.

This time, in order to get the prophecy of the old house, she was merciless.Sure enough, he received the legendary invitation letter soon.

"Dear Mrs. Rowan Thicknesse:

Your appointment is approved.Please come to the appointment on time at 17:2 pm on the 00th of this month with the invitation letter.

old house. "

Mrs. Thicknesse suppressed her excitement and confirmed the invitation again.Only then did he put on a dark robe over his exquisite skirt, grabbed a handful of floo powder and walked into the fireplace.

"Knockturn Alley."

She spoke clearly.

Knockturn Alley is as dark and depressing as ever.Most people hid their heads and covered their faces, carefully covering their tracks, and came and went in a hurry.

Mrs. Thicknesse quickly joined them, her hood covering half of her face, and walked briskly through the dark and malicious neighborhood, turning around and turning into a small and dilapidated alley.Walking along the path to the end, it was the dilapidated house that was so dilapidated that it was about to collapse.

Such a hut is inhabited by the most powerful prophet in the world, who would have expected it?

Putting away her untimely feelings, Mrs. Thickness came to the gate and stood still, calming her heartbeat, and then knocked on the door three times.

Soon, a voice came from the direction of the room, hoarse and indistinguishable, at first it sounded like an old man who was dying.

The voice said: "If it's a guest, show your proof; if it's a passer-by, keep walking through this house; if it's an enemy, just become a new tile for the old house."

Mrs. Sinkenis took out the invitation letter, but she was a little confused, not knowing how to present her proof to the voice inside.Just when she was at a loss, the wooden courtyard door that looked like it would collapse in the wind creaked open.

"Oh...thank you." Mrs. Thicknesse watched the door close again by herself, very worried that it would suddenly fall down.

Walking to the door of the house, the door of the house, which was as dilapidated as the courtyard door, opened automatically with difficulty under her worried gaze.

Then she meets the rumored owner of the old house.

Although she had been mentally prepared for a long time, when she first saw the exaggerated silver mask, Mrs. Thinknes was still taken aback.

The sky over Knockturn Alley is always cloudy.

There was little light in the old house, even at noon when there was plenty of light, the silver mask wrapped in a black cloak seemed to be floating in the dark room, which was a bit more frightening than the real ghost; the candlelight was dim, the The inconspicuous corner seems to be a shelter of some peerless secret, slowly seeping out a frightening and misty faint breath.

That is an illusion, more an illusion.

Mrs. Thicknesse suddenly felt that she had stepped into some unspeakable mystery.

But she quickly adjusted her mentality, walked into the room, and showed the most appropriate smile.

"Hi, meeting for the first time, Rowan Thickness. How should I call you?"

——The owner of the old house, what is your name, can you tell me?

She smiled more gracefully in her heart.

Under the mask, Riddle looked at the tall woman and felt that things might be different from what he and she expected.

"Mrs. Thicknesses, hello. I don't have a title, and I don't want to be. If you insist, use this room instead." He wasn't fooled.

—But what are they afraid of?

Just let the horse come over.

"Oh...it was my negligence. Please forgive me, I was too nervous and forgot that the old house didn't like the custom of exchanging names." Mrs. Thinknes revealed her intention lightly.Following Riddle's signal, he sat down on the only two chairs in the entire room, and at the same time looked at him carefully without showing any signs.

Riddle was sitting in a chair, his whole body including the chair was covered in a black cloak, his face was tightly covered by a mask, if he didn't look carefully, he would almost melt into the dark background of the old house.Mrs Thicknesse, unable to draw any useful judgment from his appearance, grew secretly anxious.

Riddle let her scrutinize secretly, judging her intentions at the same time.

Bella is in the box room in the storage room, eavesdropping on the situation here through the double-sided mirror, so that it can be used in case of emergency.This is the first time that Riddle has formally faced an adult wizard in the wizarding world. According to Bella's previous speculation, Mrs. Thicknesses should come for her son, so Bella feels that there will be no surprises in this meeting, even if The prophecy has already been written, and Riddle only needs to put on a show and hand over the prophecy gold coin to her.

——However, Riddle always felt that this lady did not behave like a poor mother who only cared about her son.

"I think Ma'am wants to see me more than just to say hello." Riddle deliberated in a changed voice and decided to wait and see what happened.

"Oh, yes." Mrs. Thicknesse seemed to be trying her best to hide her anxiety. She brushed her blond hair uncomfortably and began to talk about him. "Yes...a prophecy, a prophecy...I need it very much...Of course, that's why I sent that precious notebook." Speaking of this, she seemed to have finally found her way of thinking, her tone calmed down, "You know Yes, I have inherited the wealth of the Thinknes family, if I can get the prophecy, I can donate more precious books, and you can choose them. What do you think?"

Riddle saw Bella in the cloak opposite the two-way mirror shaking her head unmoved.

He curled his lips into a smile in the dark cloak, and the processed voice flowed out hoarse to broken sentences: "How about listening to the prophecy you want first?"

"Oh...the prophecy I want...yes, I've heard of it...the old house has to know the content of the prophecy before deciding whether to do it...I mean, this is a wise choice." That kind of anxiety Back to Mrs. Thicknesse, she kept thinking of countermeasures, "But, this question... I hope you can consider an exception?"

There was no answer from the silver mask.

Mrs. Sinkenis stared closely at the eyes of the mask: "I am willing to pay for this, the amount - you decide."

Riddle remained silent.

"As long as it belongs to my Thinknes family, the content - you decide." She continued to increase the size.

He became interested in the prophecy that Mrs Thicknesses wanted to make.What kind of future is it that makes her so desperate to predict it?

Bella was obviously interested too, and she made a gesture, which meant to let him decide for himself.

Mrs. Thicknesse stared intently at the icy mask, eager to see something from it.

Unfortunately - nothing.It was just a mask.

If the old house doesn't agree...she can only give up.All the weight that can be given has been spread out, and she can no longer pay more.

It's just not reconciled... Could it be that the owner of the old house is a god and has no interest in the worldly things he promised?

How can it be!

"I hope you will think about it." Mrs. Thickness said suggestively. "The notebook used as an appointment ceremony... We still have some books like that..."

"I don't like exceptions." The silver mask spoke, and the voice was as terrifying as ever, "Madam, I am very interested in your prophecy. But one of the prerequisites for my prophecy is to ask to know the object and reason of the prophecy. This is not What is difficult? If you are afraid that some secret will be revealed..." He leaned forward slightly, and the silver mask outlined a bewitching outline under the shift of light and shadow, "I guarantee that no third person will know what we are talking about today .”

Mrs Thicknesse was shaken.

The silver mask continued: "I think you have done a lot of work before you came here, and you must have inquired about the details of how many people met, right? Then have you heard that the * of a gentleman or lady was known by someone other than yourself?" Woolen cloth?"

--No.

Yes, she guessed that a few people came for some dark secrets, but they kept their old house appointments tight-lipped, and she had no other way to find out.

There are various indications that the owner of the old house is a hermit who does not participate in secular disputes—at least the secrets you can tell are lost.

But she was still worried.

It's all about...

"Can I... think about it again?" she pleaded finally.

Riddle began to feel a little impatient: "Then make an appointment and see you next time. No delivery."

Mrs. Thicknesse gritted her teeth and stood up, forgetting to say hello, and walked to the door in a daze.

Riddle watched off expressionlessly, and reminded as if she just remembered the moment she was about to step out of the door: "The closer the thing you want to predict, the less accurate the prediction will be. Madam, I hope your prediction will not be too close."

The already unstable figure seemed to be knocked down by this last sentence.Mrs. Thicknesse turned sharply, sat back down, took a deep breath, and stared at him for an instant.

"I... believe you. A master who is proficient in prophecy will not be interested in spreading other people's news." Mrs. Sinckness said duplicity.

"The object of my prophecy is..." After a pause, she seemed to have made up her mind, "Malfoy's current Patriarch, and me. Our... future."