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Chapter 262 The Prophecy Node

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

There were rhythmic knocks on the door in Durmstrang's silent principal's office.

The door opened automatically, and a heroic witch walked in. Although her hair was gray, her sharp energy was no weaker than that of any young man.

The person who came was Vida Rozier, who is also the current Vice Principal of Durmstrang.

"Sir! Letter from Austria, Ian Titus."

Rozier stated the purpose of his visit concisely and at the same time placed a letter with the symbol of the Three Deathly Hallows on the table.

"Thank you, Vader!" Grandeward picked up the letter on the table.

He was very curious about what kind of shocking content this powerful young man would write.

Pictures of the future vaguely flashed through his mind, but unlike previous prophetic predictions, this time he only saw pictures and no time.

This was the fundamental reason why he walked out of Nurmengard in a hurry.There is no timeline for prophecy, which means that the things in the prophecy may happen at any time.

Under Rozier's gaze, Grindelwald slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a thin piece of letter paper. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the sentence written in fancy fonts in the middle.

After a long time, Grandeward sighed softly and said in a somewhat ethereal tone:
"The historical node will eventually arrive as scheduled."

Rozier stood quietly aside, making no sound from the beginning to the end, as if he was a stone statue.

"Vida, inform Gregovich to prepare the raw materials for the wand now, at least 150 million copies."

As one of the three major staff-making masters in Europe, Grigovitch's reputation is vaguely greater than that of Ollivander.

The famous elder wand was originally collected by Gregorovitch, but was later stolen by Grindelwald.

"I'll do it right away." Rozier replied. "Will the acquisition plan continue? It has already consumed 30% of our reserve galleons."

"30% of the reserve?" Grindelwald thought for a moment and then said: "Continue the acquisition and consume 80% of the reserve galleons before stopping."

As if he thought of something, just as Rozier left, Grandeward said: "Vida, next you contact Beauxbatons and the International Federation of Wizards. The Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for more than 100 years. I want to A way to convince them to restart the tournament and light the Goblet of Fire again."

……

Ian, who was in Austria, had no idea that the owl he paid to hire had never taken off, so the letter was intercepted and delivered to its destination early through the portkey.

At this moment, he and Hermione finally tasted the Sachertorte that he had been dreaming about. It was invented by Franz Sacher, a 1832-year-old chef apprentice in 16. This pastry was first introduced to the public when the then Austrian Prime Minister Clemens ·At Count Metternich’s birthday party.

The overall cake has a double-layer sandwich structure of chocolate and cream, with a thick layer of apricot jam spread in the middle and chocolate chips sprinkled on the surface.It was praised by all the guests as soon as it was launched. It is said that the method of making this cake has become an Austrian state secret.

Ian picked up the cake on the plate and took a bite. The soft touch and sweet taste were cleverly combined.

It is delicious, but compared to its reputation, it is still a bit exaggerated.

"How do you feel?" Ian put down the cake and looked at Hermione opposite.

"It's not bad, but it can only be one piece at most, otherwise it will be a bit boring." Hermione also gave a fair evaluation.

……

In the evening, they arrived home on time before Mr. and Mrs. Granger got off work.Hermione placed the wrapped Sacher cake on the coffee table in the living room and turned on the TV.

Perhaps the programs on TV were a bit boring. Hermione held her head in her hands and asked curiously:

“Is there anything delicious in Egypt?”

Today's trip opened a new door for her. In the past, she traveled with her parents and only enjoyed the scenery and monuments along the way, without paying any attention to the local specialties.

Facing Hermione's question, he thought for a while and found that he didn't have much information about this ancient civilization in his mind, so he said truthfully:

"I don't know much about Egypt, but we have plenty of time. Wouldn't it be more interesting to explore slowly?"

"Well, I thought you knew everything." Hermione also understood this answer. It's impossible for anyone to know everything.

While the two were chatting, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

Ian looked up at the alarm clock. As expected, Mr. Granger was working overtime again today.

"Look what I brought, a brand new passport, and a letter of introduction from the director of the British Museum."

Mr. Granger seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his lips. As soon as he entered the door, he eagerly raised a document bag in his hand. Like a child who got perfect marks on an exam, he went home with his report card and started showing off.

In order to avoid being left in the cold, Ian promptly praised you: "You are amazing. If I remember correctly, Mr. Hartwig Fisher is a tenured professor at Oxford University and the first non-British citizen since 1866." Curator."

Speaking of this, I have to mention the British teacher system. Let me summarize two points: diversity and lifelong education.

Diversity is actually a nickname for "chaos", because all universities in England do not have a unified teacher title system, and some follow the American teacher system, namely: assistant professor, associate professor, and professor.

Some use the traditional lecturer system: lecturer, senior lecturer, associate professor reader, and professor.

'Tenure' is easy to understand, but its threshold is higher. Only very outstanding scholars will enjoy a tenure contract.

Closer to home.

Ian's kiss tickled Mr. Granger's itch.He suppressed his proud expression and said casually:
"It's nothing, just a small thing."

Before Ian could say anything, Hermione on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

"My dear Mr. Granger, if I were you, I should tighten the curve of my mouth right now and relax my cheek muscles so that I don't look so proud."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Granger kept chuckling on the side.But she still fulfilled the responsibilities of a wife perfectly, and scolded slightly: "Your father got up early this morning to work on this matter. He waited for a long time to see Director Fisher, otherwise we wouldn't be working overtime today. .”

I have to say that Mrs. Granger's rank is indeed very high. At the right time and on the right occasion, with such a gentle compliment and standing up for her husband, she perfectly captured this traditional middle-aged English man.

Didn't you see that Mr. Granger's eyes were almost filled with tears? They were tears of emotion.

"Okay! Thank you, Dad." Hermione took the file bag from Mr. Granger and pointed to the dessert on the coffee table.

"Ian and I went to Austria today, and this is the Sacher cake I brought back for you."

There were two copies in total. Hermione vowed not to buy it for her father at first, but when she finally paid, she couldn't help but ask for one more.

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