Chapter 95: An Unbreakable Oath, The Blood-Cursed Orc Nagini
Wayne shook his head, "Before you say anything, you must sign an unbreakable oath with me."
Newt's expression finally changed.
The unbreakable oath is a very ancient contract magic. The two parties who sign it can never break the oath, and the party who violates it will die immediately.
What kind of important thing could make Wayne so cautious?
Wayne waved his wand, and all the surrounding scenery faded away, and the world became blank.
No one disturbed Newt's thinking. It took a full five minutes before the old man nodded slowly.
"Okay, who will your wife use as a witness?"
An unbreakable oath must be guided by a witness for the magic to be established.
Wayne still shook his head: "There is no need for witnesses, I have other ways.
As he spoke, a roll of parchment flew out of his pocket and unfolded in front of the two of them. It was sealed with magic power, and characters often appeared on the contract.
The content is very simple, that is, the content of the conversation between the two today cannot be disclosed.
"This is a scroll made based on an unbreakable oath and serves as a witness.
"You can check it out."
Wayne explained to Newt that this scroll was not made by him, but was drawn in a lottery, and the quality came to purple.
"I can feel the breath from it, there's nothing wrong with it." Newt shook his head quickly. He often signed this thing when he was young.
Now Newt's heart was itching too.
Although as a Hufflepuff, Newt's curiosity is not that heavy except for magical beasts.
But Wayne's series of operations have also whetted his appetite.
How important is it that you would trust even a secret keeper?
The two used magic to leave their real names, and the parchment spontaneously ignited out of thin air. When the last ashes fell, inexplicable feelings appeared in the hearts of Newt and Wayne.
The contract is established.
Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sorry, Senior Newt, it's not that I can't trust you, but I can't explain the source of this information at all."
"If anyone else knew about it, I would be in trouble."
Newt instantly understood his scruples, making Wayne think that with his credibility, there are people who might leak the secret.
"Are you guarding against Dumbledore?"
"You can't call it defensive..." Wayne shook his head: "It's just that the principal's plans are too many and too deep. I don't want to be involved, I just want to live my happy little life.
Newt nodded silently, expressing understanding.
In the past, he was pushed forward step by step by Dumbledore, feeling helpless but inexplicably willing.
Wayne thinks so, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.
"Okay." Newt was unusually anxious: "I've made an unbreakable oath, so just say it quickly.
"That's okay." Wayne sneered and said, "I want you to help me go to Algeria to find a snake."
"What snake?" Newt asked subconsciously.
Wayne said word by word: "Blood Curse Orc" Na————Ni.
The old man suddenly raised his head, his pupils sparkling.
"Don't ask me how I know, I won't tell you." Wayne looked away from him and said to himself:
"I only know that she is now in the forest of Algeria, completely reduced to the form of an orc, and she has a deep connection with Voldemort.
"Voldemort..." Newt muttered softly, with quite complicated thoughts.
Nagini and he were once considered comrades-in-arms. Since Credence was instigated by Grindelwald, she chose to help Dumbledore in order to save her friends.
But as time went by, the influence of the blood curse became more and more powerful, and it was very difficult for Nagini to maintain her human form.
Finally one day, she left quietly, and no one knew where she went.
Although he had already expected the end of his old friend, Newt still felt sad when he heard Wayne say it so clearly.
"Thank you Wayne, thank you for the news."
"It's also for myself. Wayne shook his head: "I am somewhat interested in her, so I asked you to find her.
"I will." Newt nodded firmly: "When I arrange everything, I will go to Albania."
Wayne thanked him softly, "I'm sorry."
The pure white faded, and the two of them appeared on the street again. Wayne called a taxi, waved to Newt, and rushed to the airport.
After several hours of flying, we returned to London.
As soon as I entered the house, there were two small mountains of gifts pushed in the living room.
It's been half a month since Christmas, and I don't know if those food gifts will go bad.
Although there is no festive atmosphere, opening gifts is still a pleasant thing for both body and mind.
With just enough time to put down his suitcase, Wayne happily sat down between the two hills and started opening gifts.
While taking it apart, I felt happy at the same time.
As expected of him, the most popular little wizard at Hogwarts, so many people gave him Christmas gifts.
Almost all Hufflepuff students sent gifts. Although they were not valuable, they were all candies and cookies, but they also represented their sincerity.
There is an old saying that goes well.
The leader will not remember who sent a gift, but he will remember who didn't.
Wayne relied on his super memory to find three little badgers who didn't give him gifts, and then his face darkened.
Toby, Norman, and Quidditch captain Whateley.
The two roommates who were sleeping with each other didn't give him a gift?
So sad.
And Whateley.
You, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, look honest and honest, but you didn't even give me any gifts. Do you still want to make progress?
Silently writing down the three of them in a small notebook, Wayne prepared to go back and settle accounts with them, and then opened the packages he was interested in.
The gift from the Weasley twins was a sweater, and the postcard said it was made by their mother Jasmine.
The materials are very generous, and there is also the word W.L on the front.
Okay, let them pass.
Cedric gave him a telescope so he could watch the Quidditch game more clearly.
To his surprise, many Slytherins also sent gifts, most of which were flashy but seemed to be valuable.
Especially Russell, this guy actually gave him an invisibility cloak.
Although it is made of the fur of invisible beasts, it is incomparable to the ones from the Potter family.
The shelf life is only three to five years, but its selling price outside has reached three hundred galleons.
Has this guy been defeated by him?
I was particularly enthusiastic about him in school.
Malfoy's gift left Wayne a little speechless. It was actually a pair of boxing gloves. Could it be that he was given the title of Hufflepuff Boxing Champion?
If given the chance to beat up Malfoy, Wayne would use it.
The rest were gifts from the professors, and almost all of them were gifts. Except for Snape, the three deans gave them their old notes, and Wayne kept them carefully.
Dumbledore, on the other hand, gave him a bottle of dragon's blood.
It's also quite valuable.
Then there are the girls.
Hermione gave her a copy of "Rune Extension Application", which suited her personality very well, while Qiu gave her a knitted scarf, with the abbreviations of the two people's names on both ends of the scarf.
Senior Penello gave me a pot of pear chrysanthemum. It was cultivated very well, but it hasn't been watered for a few days, so you know.
In the letter, the senior also asked Wayne to take good care of this pot of chrysanthemums, which she has been raising since she entered school and is strictly for girls' own use.
After collecting the gifts, Wayne also saw two letters.
Hermione sent a photo she took in Provence. The girl had a bright and cute smile and looked cute.
Qiu's letter was about family affairs, talking about what he had done recently and his greetings to him.
By the time everything was sorted out, it was already late at night.
Wayne stretched, soaked in the hot water area and got ready for bed.
Lying in the bathtub, he suddenly realized a problem.
I need a house elf to take care of the chores.
It's just that this thing is not easy to handle.
Except for large forces such as Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, and St. Mungo's, the average pure-blood family only has one house elf, which is also a symbol of status.
It's totally unreliable to buy one.
We can only look at the situation later.
Although Dobby is good, Wayne still has a bad feeling for him.
Yes, Dobby sacrificed himself in the end to save Harry's life.
But essentially he betrayed his original master, Malfoy.
This was not in line with Wayne's expectations for a house elf.
What he wants is absolute obedience.
Instead of having his own thoughts, he even dared to resist and resist his master's heresy.
The next day, Wayne simply finished breakfast and went out to Diagon Alley.
His parchment paper and ink are almost running out and he needs to replenish some. In addition, he also needs to go to the drugstore to buy some materials.
Newt teaches Wayne a magic potion that can solve the problem of students being unable to cast spells during the holidays.
As long as you prepare the medicinal solution and soak the wand in the medicinal solution for a day and night, the traces inside will be dissolved without damaging the wand.
As expected of the boss of Badger Yard, a man who was expelled from school and still alive and kicking must be wild.
Now that Wayne is able to cast spells outside of school, he is just taking advantage of the Ministry of Magic's loopholes, just like the time before freshmen were admitted.
Trace silk actually still exists.
I won’t have this worry anymore.
This time Wayne didn't apparate directly to the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron. He wanted to see if everyone was satisfied with his small changes.
Arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, the owner, Tom, was stunned for a moment when he saw Wayne, and then walked out of the counter with a warm smile.
"Lawrence, long time no see."
Wayne responded politely, "Hello, Uncle Tom."
Tom seemed very happy, and kindly held Wayne in his arms to prevent him from leaving, and brought out desserts and milk to treat him.
"It's great that you got Hufflepuff. Hannah often mentions you in her letters. Thank you for taking such good care of her.
"Without you, Professor Snape would have scared her to tears!"
"We are all friends, this is what I should do."
Wayne secretly lamented that Hufflepuff is really powerful in numbers, especially at the grassroots level.
On the train, Hufflepuff's little wizard can get discounts on snacks because the saleswoman's grandma is a Hufflepuff graduate and has been working on the train for more than a hundred years.
The bar owner will also be extra enthusiastic towards you when you come to the bar, although this is also related to Hannah.
According to Cedric, many store clerks in Hogsmeade are also Hufflepuff graduates, and there are even seniors he knows who will receive more or less benefits if they go to the Talent Temple.
What a blessing.
Under Tom's warm hospitality, Wayne ate a piece of cheesecake and drank a glass of milk before heading to the backyard.
"Wait a minute." Tom said quickly: "I'll go with you, the changes there are a bit big, I'm afraid you can't find the way to Diagon Alley.
As they walked, Old Tom was still cursing.
“I don’t know what kind of beeping (muffled) prank it was that made the backyard a mess.”
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I have to guide at least hundreds of wizards every day. Don't let me know who he is, otherwise I will let him have a taste of my power.
The smile on Wayne's face gradually stiffened, and he reluctantly said:
"I read it in the Daily Prophet. Maybe it was a level set up by a knowledgeable wizard to test everyone."
"Isn't it enough to just use the wand to sense the magic on the wall?"
Tom shrugged: "It's not a problem for a genius like you, but those drunkards can walk around in circles all day."
The two arrived at the patio, which was unchanged from when Wayne left.
Tom expertly tapped his wand, and a passage soon appeared.
"Come on Lawrence, I wish you all the best."
"Goodbye Uncle Tom."
Walking into the passage, the smile on Wayne's face disappeared.
It seems that everyone still has not realized his good intentions. He also did this to improve the overall level of the magic world.
Why don't these people understand?
Decided.
When the level improves in the future, he plans to transform that wall.
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After arriving at the potion shop, Wayne bought the materials Newt mentioned and ordered two pieces of lightning wood.
Not all wood that has been struck by lightning is called lightning-struck wood.
Only holly, hornbeam, black walnut and other trees that have been struck by lightning will have magical power.
And it must be collected within the specified time and refined together before it can be sold.
Because it is difficult to obtain and has few uses, even the two pharmacies in Diagon Alley do not have it, and you have to wait two weeks to get it.
This kind of wood is good for the growth of thunderbirds. Wayne paid a deposit and bought two pieces to test the effect.
It's not too expensive, only a hundred galleons a day.
After walking out of the store, Wayne was about to go home when he saw a sneaky figure walking out of the corner.
Even if it is fun.
"Professor Quirrell, why are you here?"
Quirrell, who was wearing a scarf, froze. When he heard the familiar voice, his expression first turned ferocious, then quickly returned to its original state, and he turned around and forced a smile.
"Yes, it's Mr. Lawrence."
"Happy New Year, Professor, are you here to buy something?" Wayne was still smiling, as if the relationship between the two was very good.
"Yes, buy, buy some props to resist the curse."
"That thing is not cheap. Do you still have money?" Wayne asked kindly.
"I heard from Professor Dumbledore that you spent a lot of money on medical treatment last semester.
Quirrell stiffened and stammered: "No, it's no problem. Please don't worry about me."
"Okay, I'll leave now. See you at school." Wayne waved, turned and walked in the other direction.
Quirrell's eyes flashed with coldness, and he wished he could rush forward and kill this boy now.
He still has money!
All his savings were used by the Dark Lord to buy things that could restore his strength, and he was completely destitute.
The reason why Quirrell appeared here was not to buy anything, but to go to Knockturn Alley to find a way to make a fortune.
"Master, why don't we kill Lawrence? He is rich, very rich."
Quirrell asked Voldemort for his opinion.
Then there was a pain in my head.
"Idiot! This is Diagon Alley, do you dare to take action?!"
Quirrell explained in a panic: "Master, master, I can follow Lawrence to his home.
Unexpectedly, Voldemort became even more angry.
"Are you an idiot? If something happens to Lawrence, Dumbledore will be the first to suspect you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, either make money, or snatch the dragon egg from that dark wizard's hand, and stop being stupid here!"
Quirrell gritted his teeth, but did not dare to disobey Voldemort's order and obediently got into the dark corner.
Lawrence, you deserve to die!
Now I not only have to pretend to be a grandson at Hogwarts, but I also have to work during the holidays.
Everything is because of you!
*****
Some readers think it's too good for Newt and others. Here's the author's explanation.
First, I recently rewatched the first two Fantastic Beasts movies, but I didn’t watch the third one. I really like these characters, so I made a subjective mistake.
The second is to pave the way for this chapter. Only by getting closer can Newt trust the protagonist more and agree to sign an unbreakable oath and not fall to Dumbledore.
There's no way to explain Gini's revelation.
In my heart, there will be no plot to show off by sending things everywhere. .