A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Hermione is very fond of Kramy. During the chat in the tavern, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never rode a camel before, Kramy took them to the local market and rented three camels. Hermione picked a light yellow one. Afterwards, Kramy helped her choose a huge sun hat and changed a pair of Martin boots. After putting it on, she felt that she became strange as a whole.

However, she declined the "local delicacies" recommended to her by Kramy, and she didn't have much appetite when she looked at it.

There was an endless sea of ​​sand in front of her, and the dunes were connected together in a gentle way. She quickly lost her sense of distance. Looking back, she could still see the buildings in the city. The sun became scorching hot, and when there was no wind, the air was like a huge steamer.

Suddenly, a pleasant coolness ran from the skin to the fingertips. She woke up suddenly, and a small box with a square and chain floated in front of her, which looked like a locket. She stretched out her hand to grab it, and did not feel very cold, turning her head back, Felix was nodding at her.

"I only brought one, the company's new product, which is still being tested." He explained, "but it can cover twenty feet." He called Kramy, and the three of them walked side by side. Things are amazing.

"We also have similar magic in our tent, but we can't use it after entering the pyramid."

Hermione wore the locket, and she became more energetic. She was very interested in every detail passing by, such as the plants growing on the rocks in the sand, or the big gecko that suddenly came out. They also saw one. Grey snake.

After walking for almost an hour, the three of them came near a tall pyramid. In the shadows, seven or eight tents could be seen, surrounded by scattered equipment, which looked like a small archeological team.

Felix's heart moved: "You have the support of the local government?"

Kramy smiled and said: "The official document recognized by the government, but this is just a cover." They came to the tent camp, tied the camel to the stake, and two people came out of the tent. They were the same as Kramy. The dress was completely integrated into the local area, and Felix saw tourists taking pictures not far away.

"This is Faisal Abdul Iz Campachi Duim-uh," Kramy looked at the man and asked awkwardly, "What's behind?"

The young man murmured, "You should call me Faisal."

Kremy whispered to them: "Faisal's name has four sections, and each section is equivalent to our complete name. I wanted to formally introduce it..." As a result, I couldn't remember it because I didn't use it frequently.

Another middle-aged wizard with a brown blouse on his shoulder said, "Just call me Rahman." He stretched out his hand and held Felix together.

After a lot of greetings, they agreed to enter the pyramid at two o'clock in the afternoon, "we have to wait for someone from the headquarters." The middle-aged wizard explained.

Kramy brought Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Haip, you can live in Bill's tent. He took away all his personal belongings. Hermione stayed with me, just to talk."

"Bill Weasley isn't here?" Felix asked, and it occurred to him that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned that her two sons, Bill and Charlie, would be back in a few days. Sure enough, Kramy gave a consistent explanation.

"He is on vacation, and the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin. Most of the people in the camp take time off to go home," Kremy said. "Otherwise, your old friends will meet again and have a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Quidditch. , So I applied to stay."

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

Felix nodded at her, "Yes, he is here as Gringotts curse solver." He looked at Kramy again, "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family."

In the rest of the time, Kramy took out a thick little book and threw out all the accumulated questions. Felix did not spend much time to answer clearly, but Kramy was not in a good mood. He was right. Hermione cast a look, and made an excuse to go shopping nearby.

In the tent, Kramy said to Hermione with a little frustration: "Gringotts has newly recruited a graduate of Ravenclaw, and her magic writing score is particularly good."

"who is it?"

Kramy said a name, and Hermione didn't say a word. She saw that when she was scrolling through the papers, that person was not top-notch among this year's graduates, but that Kramy graduated too early to catch up. The professor's thinking classroom and a series of magical teaching methods.

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

"I'm not sure," Kramy said hesitantly. "When did it happen?"

"It should be recently that the company's name is'Future World.' Professor Lupin-oh, he used to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and now he is in charge of the future world company-he said to me, the professor wants To transform the magic world." Hermione said in a whisper.

"Transforming the magic world?" Kramy was taken aback.

"I guess it's changing the wizard's life," Hermione said uncertainly. "I saw the magic lamp and this little thing." She carried the chain of the small box around her neck. "I guess the professor must study deeply. The technological products of the Muggle World are directly reflected in his book..."

They chatted in a whisper, and Kramy's expression sometimes looked forward to, and sometimes hesitated. 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 to take photos and received seven thanks.

In an inconspicuous hidden corner of the pyramid, he perceives the traces of magic, ‘this should be the entrance. Felix thought, but he was even more curious about the environment of the magical world in Egypt.

According to his observations along the way, at least twelve people 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 mystic items, such as amulets, voodoo dolls and the like.

Of course, those so-called occult objects don't have any traces of magic, otherwise they would not dare to show up.

A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a word or two between them--

"I heard...The Gypsy Witch... is very famous..."

"Really? You must try it!"

Felix blinked and blinked. He hung behind the two of them and came to a prominently dressed tent. There was a long line. Felix stayed quiet for a while and heard a lot about the name " The magical deeds of the fortuneteller of "Thea Vera".

It is said that her crystal ball and tarot card divination are particularly effective, and many people come all the way to see her.

Although the line is long, the speed of advancement is not slow. Many people left in frustration after entering within half a minute.

An experienced person nearby said: "This is because this man's fate is too obscure, and the witch is unwilling to spend any effort to help him." However, no one felt that the witch was lowly capable and chose to leave. On the contrary, everyone believed it more.

Felix was also very curious. He had just switched to the magical perspective. There was indeed an obscure aura in the tent, which showed that the person inside was a real wizard.

Vagado... Divination...

Felix thoughtfully, Africa does inherit a branch of prophetic magic, the witch sacrifice, but he understands that this prophetic magic is not much better than black magic, often at the cost of damage to the limbs, and it is difficult to recover. , The result is not necessarily accurate.

He found it unbelievable that a witch would do fortune-telling for ordinary people, and even openly started a business.

He glanced at the line of lines behind him, a little stunned, she was not afraid of sudden death the next day? Or taken away by someone from 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 drunk. He looked at the witch. There were six or seven palm-sized incense burners beside her, surrounded by a mess of various occult objects, most of which had no magic fluctuations. The few worthy of his attention were the Gypsy witch herself and the witch in front of her. The crystal ball, and... the purple hair of the witch.

That's right, under Felix's vision, the magical brilliance that bloomed in the hair of this strange witch was no less inferior to her own.

"We need to do a test, I won't spend hard-won spiritual power on, spend—" She stuttered suddenly, and the witch who was pretending to be half-closed eyes suddenly opened her eyes.

Under the gaze of Felix and her, a piece of hair on the witch's head suddenly broke and burned out of thin air.

Her voice was no longer Gujing Wubo, no emotion, but whispered and hurriedly said: "This wizard friend, I have a serious license, and I have the permission of the Ministry of Magic. Don't trouble me..."

"Kang Dang!"

Felix threw her a small bag of Jin Jialong, and a few golden coins rolled playfully on the table, slanted, and slipped from the edge of the table close to the witch, and fell into the witch's hand.

"Do you accept this?"

"Of course, big business." The witch carefully looked at the Kanon in her hand, and turned the bag on the table again, and said empirically: "At least fifty Kanon, are you the prodigal nobleman in Europe— —Ahem, heir of the nobility?"

She studied Felix's face, her eyes paused slightly on his black hair and blue eyes. Before he answered, she got up from her seat, walked out of the tent, said a few words to the people outside, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

"Alright," the witch returned with brisk steps. She stretched her waist and wiped her hand on her face. All the thick grease and paint disappeared immediately, revealing a young brown-black face.

She looks in her twenties at most.

"You're not a gypsy witch?" Felix said amusedly.

The witch snorted disdainfully, "There is only the Vagado witch, and there is no Gypsy witch."

"I come from Britain--"

"Same as I guessed." She took out a pear and gnawed it.

"It's a professor—"

"Katz Katz... Hogwarts?"

"Invited by Kremy Vera—"

The witch finally put down the half-eaten pear, "You mean Kramy? The little Gringotts girl under the guise of the scientific expedition team?"

Felix smiled and nodded.

"Since it was introduced by a friend, then I am definitely not lying." The witch patted her breast and said, "Rifiting, my name." She added, "Real name."

"Refitting," Felix chewed on the name, "Does that mean... a great wizard?"

"Isn't it? I took it myself." Refitting said, "When I was a child, I was wandering around with a gypsy circus. One day in my dream, the dream messenger told me that I was the chosen one and I was allowed to enter Vagado. Learn magic. When I woke up, I found that I was 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, looking forward to it day and night, and waiting to show my fists. After I went in, I found that the same group of students was close to school. A thousand people..." she said mockingly.

"Then why did you choose divination?"

Refitting scratched his head: "Maybe influenced by my childhood, I did not choose the traditional strong subjects of Vagadu-deformation, potions, alchemy and astronomy, but chose the remote divination, but I am indeed a masterpiece. , Improved this extremely dangerous black magic."

"Using hair as the cost of casting spells?" Felix asked. Compared with the original version, which frequently damaged limbs, this improvement is indeed very clever.

"Yes, but there is so much hair. I have to save a little bit. Do you have any recommended shampoo?"

"Hmm... I know someone who has a good shampoo from birds and snake eggs, but I guess you can't buy them. The Potter's is also good—"

"I've heard of the latter." Refitting said.

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

Refitting shook his head quickly, "No, no, I can't prophesy to the wizard."

"The price is too high?"

"Did you see that burning hair? Before I graduate, I want to do fortune-telling for the principal. Your results are the same." Refitting made a burning gesture, "My teacher slapped my hair. , Told me that if I do fortune-telling on a powerful wizard, I will even lose my life!"

She picked up the pear again, "This is the last lesson she taught me, and then I will graduate. Later I found out that it is difficult to find a job like me, so I thought, since I have paid for the wizard's divination The price is too high, what about ordinary people?"

"So you chose here? Fortunetelling for tourists?"

"Very smart, isn't it? I carefully choose the divination objects and make vague predictions. Someone's trajectory is always easier to judge. I also use these things as a disguise. The worldly people recognize this..." She pointed to the person in the tent. Various occult objects, "a total of 2,000 Egyptian pounds were spent."

"It's less than a hundred pounds, it's really cheap. However, you said before that you got the permission of the Ministry of Magic--" Felix was very curious, whether this is considered a violation of secrecy laws and exposing the magic world.

"How do you say?" Refitting looked at him with a distressed expression, "I know the confidentiality law, you want to ask this, don't you? But the situation in each country is different..."

She gritted the pear core with her teeth, pulled her hands left and right, and said vaguely: "In Africa, occultism is very popular, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Everyone is accustomed to it. Praying for rain experience."

"Do you still pray for rain?"

"They won't! When the time comes, Xiao reveals his hand, and then flatters each other a few words, and there is a lot of gold to take."

Felix opened his eyes. These things could not be seen or heard in the black market. The two chatted for a long time. Before leaving, Refitting stopped him.

"Are you the helper Kramy called for help?" she asked cautiously.

"how do you know?"

"This is a big deal, and the person almost didn't come back. I went and took a look, his face was swollen like a coconut, and there were weeds..."

She looked at Kanon on the table, gritted her teeth, "Since you paid my salary for two months, I will help you take a look-but I won't give you a divination! Don't even think about it!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"Call other people to join you in the pyramid, the weaker the better."

Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Refitting with a blank face, and Refitting changed back to the gypsy outfit, with painted patterns on her face.

"There are only three of us here." Felix said amusedly.

"This is respect for magic." Refitting retorted solemnly.

Hermione asked timidly, "That...Professor? What are we going to do?"

"Divination, boy, I'm going to do a divination for you." Refitting said in a calm, distant voice, which reminded Hermione of Trelawney, who was pretending to be a ghost in school.

Is it possible that all fortune-tellers all over the world are carved out of the same mold?

Refitting stared at Hermione carefully, "I need a strand of your hair...you have a lot of hair, but the quality is not very good." She suddenly reached out and pulled off a few strands of hair, "Ouch!" He Senpai screamed and glared at her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll ask you to eat pears later." Refitting comforted her. She twisted Hermione's hair, her brown hair was constantly twisting, and she kept on the place where Refitting's fingers were in contact. Solidified into silvery white, like a silver wire.

When the edges of the hair were completely solidified, Refitting let go, and the hair shattered like fragile porcelain against the black velvet on the table.

Refitting held his breath, carefully observing the powder, twirling with his fingers from time to time.

"Strange..." She said ~www.readwn.com~ Ha, this answer is not surprising to me. "Hermione murmured, reaching out and rubbing her head.

"No, I'm surprised that your figure is hidden in the mist, it's not particularly clear, but... it's not like it's been before." Refitting shrugged, "Don't worry, you are safe this time, at least you are safe. of."

"I'm embarrassing you." Hermione showed a mocking expression, her hair hurting slightly.

"You're welcome." Refitting showed off her face-changing technique in front of her. Hermione was stunned for a moment, and she even forgot to refuse the pear she handed over.

On the way back, Hermione asked about Refitting’s origin. Felix said simply that when they returned to the camp, they saw a short figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, and a pair. Pointy ears.

If it wasn't for the skin color, he almost thought it was Dobby the house elf. But this is actually a fairy, a fairy from Gringotts.