A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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

Hermione was very fond of Clemi. In the chat at the tavern, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Cremy took them to the local market, rented three camels, and Hermione picked a light yellow one. Afterwards, Cremy helped her choose a huge sun hat and a pair of Martin boots. After wearing them, Hermione felt that her whole person became strange.

However, she still declined the "local delicacies" that Cremy recommended to her, and it seemed that she had no appetite.

There was an endless sea of ​​sand in front of her, and the dunes were connected in a gentle way. She soon 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 feeling of coolness connected from the skin to the fingertips, and she woke up, a small boxy box with a chain floating in front of her, which looked like a locket. She reached out and grabbed it, not feeling very cold. When she turned around, 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 for Cremy, and the three walked side by side. Stuff is amazing.

"We have similar magic in our tent, but after entering the pyramid, it can't be used."

Hermione was wearing the locket, and her whole body was full of energy. She was interested in every detail passing by, such as the plants growing on the stones in the sand, or the big gecko that suddenly came out. They also saw a Grey snake.

After walking for about an hour, the three came to a tall pyramid. In the shadows, seven or eight tents could be seen, surrounded by some scattered equipment, which looked like a small archaeological team.

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

Clemie 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 came out of the tent. Dressing up completely into the local area, Felix also saw tourists taking pictures not far away.

"This is Faisal Abdul Iz Kampachi Duyim — uh," Kremy asked awkwardly, looking at the man, "what's behind?"

The young man muttered, "You better call me Faisal."

Clemi whispered to them: "Faisal's name has four stanzas, each of which is equivalent to our complete name. I wanted to introduce it formally..." But because it was not commonly used, I couldn't remember it at all.

The other middle-aged wizard with a brown blouse draped over his shoulders said, "Just call me Rahman." He stretched out his hand and shook it with Felix.

After a few chats, 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.

Cremy took Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Heppel, you can stay in Bill's tent, he has taken all his personal belongings, Hermione and I live together, just to talk. "

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

"He's on vacation, the Quidditch World Cup is about to start, and most of the people in the camp have taken time off to go home," Cremy said. "Otherwise you'll be reunited with old friends, and there's 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 big brother?"

Felix nodded at her, "Yes, he's here as Gringotts' curse breaker." He looked at Cremy again, "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasleys."

In the rest of the time, Cremy took out a thick little notebook and threw out all the questions she had accumulated. Felix didn't take much time to answer them, but Cremy was not in a good mood. Hermione gave her a look, and made up her own excuse to talk about walking around.

In the tent, Cremy said to Hermione a little frustratedly: "Gringotts has recruited a new Ravenclaw graduate, and her Rune scores are particularly good."

"who is it?"

Cremy said a name, but Hermione didn't say a word. She had seen it when she was scrolling through the papers. That person was not among the top graduates this year. She could only say that Cremy graduated too early and didn't catch up. The professor's thinking classroom and a series of amazing teaching methods.

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

"I don't know," Clemie said hesitantly. "When?"

"It should have been recently, the name of the company was 'Future World', and Professor Lupin - oh, he was a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and now he was in charge of Future World - he said to me, the professor wanted to To transform the wizarding world." Hermione said sternly.

"Reforming the magic world?" Cremy was taken aback.

"I guess it's about changing the wizard's life," 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 has to look into it. The technology products that have passed through the Muggle world, which is very directly reflected in his book..."

They chatted and chatted, and Cremy's expression was sometimes longing and sometimes hesitant. 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 group of people to take pictures and received seven thanks.

In an inconspicuous hidden corner of the pyramid, he sensed traces of the existence of magic, 'This should be the entrance. ’ Felix thought, but he was more curious about what the magic world in Egypt was like.

According to his observations along the way, there are at least twelve people suspected of being witches - 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 traces of magic, otherwise they wouldn't dare to show up.

A couple of tourists passed him, and Felix heard a word or two between them—

"I heard...Gypsy witches divination... very famous..."

"Really? Then you must try!"

Felix blinked his eyes, he hung behind the two of them, and came to a prominently dressed tent, where there was a long queue, Felix stayed quiet for a while, and heard a lot about this name. The Miraculous Deeds of the Diviner of Sayavera.

It is said that her crystal ball and tarot divination are particularly effective, and many people come from thousands of miles to meet her.

Although the queue was long, the pace of progress was not slow. Many people left in dejection less than half a minute after entering.

An experienced person next to him said, "This is because the fate of this person is too obscure, and the witch is unwilling to help him." However, no one thought that the witch's ability was low and chose to leave, but everyone believed it even 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.

Vagadu... divination...

Felix pondered, Africa did inherit a branch of prophecy magic, witch sacrifice, but he learned that this kind of prophecy magic is not much better than black magic, often at the cost of damage to limbs, and it is difficult to recover , the results are not necessarily accurate.

He thought it was incredible that a witch could do divination for ordinary people and openly do business.

He glanced at the line of people lining up behind him and smacked 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, and a calm female voice shouted through the tent: "Come in." Felix walked into the tent, the hot air outside was cut off, and the strong spices made people intoxicated. He looked at the witch. There were six or seven slap-sized incense burners beside her, surrounded by various occult items, most of which had no magic power fluctuations. The few worthy of his attention were the gypsy witch herself and the one in front of the witch. The crystal ball, and...the witch's purple hair.

That's right, under Felix's sight, the magical brilliance of this strange witch's hair is no less than her own.

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

As Felix and her watched, a hair on the witch's head suddenly broke off and burned out of thin air.

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

"Clang!"

Felix threw her a small bag of gold Galleons, and several golden coins rolled mischievously on the table, crooked, slipped from the edge of the table near the witch, and fell into the witch's hands.

"Is this accepted?"

"Of course, big business." The witch carefully looked at the Galleon in her hand, and then flipped the bag on the table, and said with experience: "At least fifty Galleons, are you a prodigal nobleman in Europe— —Ahem, heir to the nobility?”

She scrutinized Felix's face, her eyes pausing slightly on his black hair and blue eyes. 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 rubbed her hands on her face. All kinds of thick grease and paint disappeared immediately, revealing a young brown-black face.

She looked in her twenties at most.

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

The witch snorted disdainfully, "There are only Waggardu witches here, no gypsy witches."

"I come from Britain--"

"It's almost as I guessed." She took out a pear and gnawed it.

"It's a professor—"

"Kahkaah...Hogwarts?"

"Invited by Clémy Vera—"

The witch finally put down the half-eaten pear, "You mean Cremy? That little Gringotts girl in the guise of an expedition team?"

Felix nodded with a smile.

"Since it was introduced by a friend, then I definitely won't lie." The witch patted her chest and said, "Rivetine, my name." She added, "My real name."

"Refittin," Felix chewed on the name, "what does that mean... a genius?"

"Isn't it like? I took it myself," Refittin said. "I used to wander around with a gypsy circus when I was a kid, and one day, in a dream, the emissary of the dream told me that I was the chosen one and was allowed to enter Vagado. Learn magic. Wake up and find yourself holding a stone with an inscription in your hand."

"Standard admissions process."

"Yeah, but I was young at the time and thought I was the one chosen by heaven, so I urgently chose a good name for myself, looking forward to it day and night, waiting to show off my skills. After I entered, I found out that the same batch of students was about to enter the school. A thousand people..." she said mockingly.

"Then why did you choose divination?"

Ruifeiting scratched his head: "Maybe it was influenced by my childhood. I didn't choose the traditional strong subjects of Vagadu-transformation, potions, alchemy and astronomy, but chose the obscure divination, but I am indeed a genius in the world. , has improved this extremely dangerous black magic."

"Using hair as a price for casting spells?" Felix asked. Compared with the original version, which often damaged limbs, this improvement is indeed very clever.

"Yes, but there's only so much hair. I have to save it. Do you have any shampoo you recommend?"

"Well... I know someone who has a good bird and snake egg shampoo, but you probably won't be able to get one. Potter's is also good--"

"I've heard of the latter one," Refittin said.

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

Ruifeiting shook his head quickly, "No, no, I can't give a prophecy to the wizard."

"It's too expensive?"

"Do you see that burning hair? Before graduation, I wanted to do a divination for the principal, and your results are the same." Rui Feiting made a burning motion, "My teacher pulled a handful of my hair. , just 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 class she taught me, and I graduated after that. Later I found out that it's hard for me to find a job, so I thought, since I pay for divination for wizards The price is too high, so what about ordinary people?"

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

"It's very smart, isn't it? I carefully choose the objects of divination and make vague predictions. There is always someone's trajectory to judge. I also use these things as disguise, and the worldly people recognize this..." She pointed to the tent in the tent. Various occult items, "It cost a total of 2,000 Egyptian pounds."

"It's less than a hundred pounds, it's really cheap. However, you said earlier that you have obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic--" Felix was very curious, whether this was a violation of the secrecy law and exposed the magical world.

"How do you say it?" Refittin looked at him with a distressed expression, "I know the secrecy law, you want to ask this, right? But each country's situation is different..."

She bit the pear pit with her teeth, scratched her hands left and right, and said vaguely: "In Africa, mysticism is very prevalent, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Everyone is used to it, and I am not surprised. I was even invited by the tribal leader to share. The experience of praying for rain."

"You still pray for rain?"

"They won't either! When Xiaolu has a hand, and a few words of praise to each other, there will be a lot of gold to take."

Felix opened his eyes. These things cannot be seen or heard in the black market. The two chatted for a while. Before leaving, Refittin stopped him.

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

"how do you know?"

"This incident was quite a big deal. That person almost didn't come back. I took 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 at it for you - but I won't give you a divination! Don't even think about it!"

"What do you mean?"

"Call other people, the companions who entered the pyramid with you, the weaker the better."

Ten minutes later, Hermione sat blankly in front of Refittin, who changed back to her gypsy outfit with a painted face.

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

"It's a respect for magic," Refittin retorted sternly.

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

"Fortune-telling, boy, I'm going to do a fortune-telling for you," said Refittin in a calm, distant voice, which reminded Hermione of Trelawney, who was playing tricks at school.

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

Ruifeiting stared at Hermione carefully, "I need a lock of your hair... You have a lot of hair, but the hair quality is not very good." She suddenly reached out and pulled out a few strands of hair, "Ouch!" With a scream of pain, she glared at her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll invite you to eat pears later." Refittin reassured her, she twisted Hermione's hair, the brown hair kept twisting, and where she touched with Refittin's fingers, she kept twitching. It solidified into silvery white, like a silver thread.

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

Refiting held her breath, watching the powder carefully, twitching her fingers lightly from time to time.

"Strange..." she said.

"Ha, that answer is not surprising to me," Hermione muttered, reaching out and rubbing her head.

"No, what's strange to me is that your figure is hidden in the fog, it's not very clear, but... it's not unheard of before." Rui Feiting 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 distressed about her hair.

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

On the way back, Hermione asked Refittin's origins, and Felix simply said that when they got back to the camp, they saw a small figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of Pointy ears.

If it weren't for the mismatched skin color, he almost thought it was Dobby the house-elf. But it was actually a goblin, a goblin from Gringotts.