The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0259 Slightly flooded eyes

"Bill, I'd like to help you, but my abilities are immature, and I need more time to grow."

Hearing his friend's plea, Aini agreed without any hesitation, not to mention the friendship between the two, exploring the unknown is his pursuit and one of the sources of his joy.

Now Annie is worried about another thing.

"Bill, where did your previous ritual come from? The one that 'found' me."

Aini didn't hide it, and directly pointed out what the Eye of True Sight saw.

As for the ability of the Eye of True Sight, Aini will not deliberately show off, nor will he deliberately conceal it-it is not shameful.

Instead of focusing on this aspect, it is better to increase your strength as soon as possible. In his opinion, solving it is a better way than escaping.

"Although there is no ceremony left to communicate with the 'God of Wealth', the ancestors used special methods to record other rituals, and I used this method to communicate with the 'Almighty Prophet'."

Bill glanced at Aini in surprise, but he didn't expect that he could see the residual influence of the ritual on himself.

"To be honest, when I first learned that you would be the key to breaking the curse, I was still a little skeptical, but now I believe it.

Don't worry, I'm just a simple ritual remnant, and the prophets are also among the gentlest batch in the records, and they will be fine after a while. "

Hearing Bill's indifference, Aini couldn't help but want to knock him on the head. God knows if there are any runes hidden deeper in the ritual residue. After all, the Eye of True Sight can only observe the surface runes now.

Even for the [Remnant Words of the Visionary] he just analyzed, the price fluctuations are huge.

Maybe two silver coins will be taken away by a stranger, or another journey will be started directly in an accident, or...be bitten by a werewolf beyond recognition...

In short, how the ending will depend on the character of the "peepers", and they are definitely not here for interstellar assistance when they put their power on Blue Star.

Since you are here for profit, it is best not to treat the other party too noblely.

Maybe after finishing the shallow runes, there are still a few pits waiting for Bill.

"Bill, if you don't see where its brain is hidden, never believe what you can think, let alone you don't even know where it is and what its demands are."

Looking into his friend's eyes, Aini casually recited what Mr. Weasley had taught Ginny.

"Huh, you're saying that like my dad... well, I mean, I'll be paying attention during this time."

Bill answered subconsciously, and then realized that his words seemed to be somewhat ambiguous, and quickly postponed the topic.

"At that time, I had nowhere to go, and you wouldn't take the initiative to jump out."

The man spread his hands helplessly. After his friend agreed to help, he seemed to have relieved some of the burden, and his expression became lively again.

Ernie choked for a moment, indeed, Bill was like falling into a deep pool at that time, and anything that his fingertips scratched would be regarded as a straw to save his life.

"Even I am not [-]% sure of myself, and I will definitely be able to master related abilities in the future."

He is now very interested in that "visionary", or "Almighty Prophet". How did the other party determine that he could help the Weasley family?

You must know that even he himself is not completely sure about this.What is the opponent relying on?prophecy?Deduction?Is it time, fate, or the so-called power of cause and effect?

Without contact with him, he can't judge, or even know whether he really has that kind of power.But before he sublimates again, Aini has absolutely no intention of getting to know the details of that person.

At least he will not arrange any rituals until he rejects the possibility of "try and die".

Generally speaking, for most ritual initiators, the ending will not be too beautiful.

This is why the inheritance of "rituals" is almost cut off even though they have magical powers.Although some records can be found in the big family, basically no one will use it.

Aini doesn't want to be like Peter, but even less so.

He doesn't want to make waves, but someone has already started to make waves...

As we all know, little wizards must choose at least two elective courses for themselves in their third year at Hogwarts.

In other words, when the summer vacation ends and they re-enter the school gate, their homework will increase.

For Ron, this shouldn't be a topic of joy - if a certain school bully is still everywhere.

In the extra magical creature protection class and divination class, the boy was very happy, and he couldn't see the arm that was always raised high, as if the air was much lighter.

However, what he liked the most was not Hagrid's protection of magical creatures class. Since Scabbers disappeared, Ron would always think of the mouse when he saw other small animals.

Don't look at how when Banban was around, he always disliked him in various ways, but Banban disappeared for no apparent reason, which still made the boy very sad.

But he showed extraordinary activity in another course. Maybe Ron really has psychic quality, or maybe it's because of his emotional intelligence. By "arranging" different endings for almost all students in the classroom, the boy got Highly praised by Professor Trelawney.

"Well done dear, your eyes are beyond the mundane!"

While writing Harry into his divination homework, Ron seemed to hear the professor's praise again in his mind.

The boy was sure he had received more praise from Professor Trelawney in the course of a few sessions than he had received from all previous lectures combined.

"Ron, if divination was a compulsory subject, I'd be surprised that I'm still alive."

Harry looked at his friend's homework sullenly, and he played a poor role on it with a worrying lifespan and IQ.

"Aha, don't worry, Harry. I foretell what will happen to you, and of course I can help you change...Hey, Harry, where are you going? Wait for me."

Ignoring Ron who was shouting behind him, and the imminent curfew, Harry ran straight through the Fat Lady's mural and out of the lounge.

He hated the subject, he hated Trelawney, and he didn't seem to like Ron all that much.

During the divination class today, I saw that big dog for the third time.

Like the previous two times, the big dog was fleeting, and when he asked Ron to look over, there was nothing there, as if what he had just seen was a hallucination.

Ron said it was some kind of omen, like the bells heard before the dead, Professor Trelawney once said...

Harry stormed down the stairs, around the corridor, bumped into a suit of armor as he turned, and now half his shoulder was aching.

But the physical pain was trivial, and the presence of the big dog upset him, and the boy had an inexplicable feeling that whether it was a phantom or a portent, it had something to do with him.

"Crack!"

The weather in the Scottish hills is always fickle, especially the afterglow of the sunset at dinner time, but it was already drizzling at this time.

The giant squid by the black lake stretched its tentacles comfortably. Amidst the thunder and lightning, it seemed like a child making hand shadows, reflecting various strange patterns on the lawn.

There are stubby strange snakes, eagles with half-collapsed wings, oversized crowns, and skinny black dogs...

"Crack!"

Another flash of lightning flashed, and Harry froze, as if someone had grabbed his heart.

After the light passed, only a pair of slightly flooded eyes seemed to be left in the boy's field of vision.