Chapter 307: Debt Collection, Three Wrongdoers
Trelawney's voice came slowly.
"The Dark Lord is extremely miserable. He has no helpers. His servant has been chained for the past twelve years. In one month, his servant will break free of the shackles, but it will become the sharpest knife stabbing him."
"A more terrifying shadow will return, and a spark will burn away the order of the old era. The devil, or the hero, can only exist in a single thought."
Professor Trelawney's head hung down on his chest, as if he was talking nonsense while sleepwalking.
Then, she suddenly woke up again and raised her head.
"I'm sorry, kid." She said in a daze: "It's too hot... I just took a nap..."
Harry looked at her in shock: "You just said that the Dark Lord will come back, and there will be loyal servants...could it be...two
Professor Trelawney was even more surprised: "The Dark Lord? The person who must not even be named? This is no joke... I think you are under too much pressure and are hallucinating."
"No, I heard it clearly..."
"Okay kid, go get some rest." Trelawney looked at Harry with pity and urged him to leave quickly.
Harry could only walk out of the classroom with confusion.
He is not a fool, how could he mishear, does the servant of the Dark Lord refer to Peter?
Feeling that his CPU was overloaded, Harry knew he couldn't think alone anymore and went straight to the principal's office on the eighth floor.
Wayne witnessed the entire prophecy process.
He even secretly slipped the crystal ball while Trelawney was pouring tea.
The mist inside the divination crystal ball has stopped rotating and has taken on a hint of gray. Now it can no longer be called a crystal ball, but a prophecy ball.
Generally speaking, prophecy balls are stored in the prophecy hall of the Department of Mysteries. In the future, only people related to the prophecy can see the records inside.
In the future, Voldemort went to great lengths to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries, just to get the prophecy ball that belonged to him and Harry.
And this prophecy involves two people, oh, maybe one?
Wayne doesn't know whether the Dark Lord now refers to Tom or Fufu.
This time the prophecy was much clearer than the last time the Yunshan Mist Covered, and he could understand what most of the contents were referring to.
Just...who is this servant referring to?
Peter Pettigrew undoubtedly has the greatest possibility, but it is not 100%.
Or maybe...Barty Crouch Jr.?
But no matter who 890 is, Wayne has no intention of stopping him or directly killing him and silencing him.
He was quite curious, what is the sharpest knife to stab the Dark Lord?
Principal's office.
Harry met Dumbledore and Sirius, who was having afternoon tea with him.
"Harry, are all the exams over?" Sirius put down the tea cup and asked with a smile.
In a few days, with good food and drink every day and plenty of rest, Sirius's complexion improved visibly to the naked eye [his sloppy hair and beard had also been carefully trimmed by the house elf.
Coupled with the black suit and the blue pupils, he exuded the melancholy temperament of having been in prison for many years.
Now Sirius can be considered a handsome man among middle-aged uncles.
"Well, it's all over." Harry smiled unconsciously. His relationship with Sirius was already very good now. Even though they were so different in age, they surprisingly got along well with each other, especially every time they mentioned Sirius was even more excited than he was when it came to his father.
He also learned a lot of interesting things about his parents from Sirius.
However, after coming here this time, Harry's expression was worried, and Sirius also noticed:
"Did you fail in the exam? It's not a big deal. James and I were the same way back then. We didn't study well except for the subjects we were interested in.
After saying this, he realized that Dumbledore was still there, and he shrank his neck in embarrassment.
"No, well, although my test scores have never been ideal, it's not because of this."
Harry shook his head and looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, when I was taking the exam just now, Professor Trelawney suddenly became like the Halloween dinner and said a lot of words. Did she make a real prophecy?"
Dumbledore, who originally had a smile on his face, immediately became serious after hearing Harry's words.
"What did she say?"
Harry told the contents of the prophecy. Dumbledore looked a little surprised and secretly wrote down all the contents of the prophecy.
"If you calculate it this way, she has made a total of three real predictions. Maybe I should give her a salary increase."
"Dumbledore, could it be that she is just being mysterious?" Sirius had a different opinion: "I don't think Trelawney has any magical abilities. You know, she was crazy when we were in school."
Trelawney is Sirius's senior sister, there is only three years difference between them.
"I believe our professors are all genuine," Dumbledore said, "but you need to discover her abilities yourself.
"If you say so..." Sirius rubbed his chin and suddenly said angrily: "Then the slug let Peter run away, so I'll say he's unreliable!"
Dumbledore was even more speechless.
Are you kidding me? Snape hates Peter Pettigrew more than you do. How could you let him go?
At this time, there was another movement at the door. Several people raised their heads and drove past. Soon, there was a knock on the door.
"Professor, are you there?"
"Come in, Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore knew who it was immediately.
Wayne pushed open the door and smiled when he saw Harry.
"As expected, you are here, so I don't need to make another trip."
"Wayne, are you looking for me?" Harry looked at the boy doubtfully.
"That's right, I'm asking you for money."
"Harry owes you money?" Sirius stood up and looked at his godson distressedly, "How much is it? I paid for him."
Wayne shook his head: "I don't know the exact amount, after all, I don't know how much money is left in the Potter family's vault.
"What do you mean?" Sirius frowned and looked at Harry questioningly.
I saw that he also had a confused look on his face.
"Hey...You are so young and your memory is so bad. What will you do in the future?"
Wayne sighed quietly and took out a metal plate.
Dumbledore's eyelids twitched.
[Perhaps one day you will let him go with your own hands. 】
[If that day comes, I will give you all the gold in my vault. 】
The sound of the conversation between the two was played on a loop in the office. Harry thought for a long time and finally remembered when this happened.
"I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say that at that time he didn't know that Sirius was not the real murderer.
But this promise was indeed made by him.
Sirius also completely understood why Wayne just asked how much money was in the Potter family's treasury.
Only Dumbledore.
Lao Deng clenched his fists tightly and pursed his lips to prevent himself from smiling.
There is no empathy in the world, only gloating when seeing others as unlucky as yourself.
Dumbledore decided that in the future he would also make several props that could store recordings or even images and carry them with him in case of emergency.
"Wayne, you, you don't take it seriously, do you?" Harry cried sadly...
"It depends on your attitude." Wayne smiled calmly: "I can do either."
This is indeed a bit bullying. It is indeed unethical to defraud people of their money by relying on knowing the plot, but Wayne will not pretend to be generous and say that this is all a joke and does not need to be taken seriously.
If Harry chooses not to give it, he will pretend that nothing happened and he will not have any grudges in his heart.
If Harry chooses to...
Then he will give an unparalleled 'return gift'
Sirius also felt that this was a joke between the two of them. He frowned and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Harry. He said firmly: "I will, but can you leave me some living expenses until I graduate?" Now, I’ll return the money to you.”
"No, I'll pay it for him." Sirius finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and said, "When my case is finished, let's go to Gringotts together. How much money does Harry have in the vault?"
I’ll give you as much as you want!”
"Sirius, this has nothing to do with you (bcej)." Harry said anxiously: "This is an agreement between Wayne and I.
Sirius said seriously: "You are my godson, and it's a bet about me, so of course I can't let you pay for it.
"How about it, Wayne, do you accept this condition?"
"Are you sure you want to give me this money?" Wayne asked again.
Sirius nodded without hesitation. Seeing his serious look, Harry hesitated for a moment and agreed.
At the same time, I secretly made up my mind to control my mouth and say anything in the future.
But...it's so cool to have a rich godfather!
Wayne smiled: "In that case, I will give you a gift in return."
"Harry, look into my eyes."
Harry looked over subconsciously, feeling his brain swell, and then a stream of information flowed in.
Under the confusion of Sirius and Dumbledore, it took him three minutes to come to his senses.
"Meditation?"
"What meditation?" Sirius asked.
Harry shook his head: "Wayne just taught me a magic that can improve mental strength and concentration."
Dumbledore's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but said: "Harry, are you sure you can improve your concentration?"
"That's indeed how it was introduced."
"Mr. Lawrence, did you invent this spell?" Dumbledore asked again.
"That's right." Wayne admitted frankly.
What he passed on to Harry was a simplified version of the meditation technique, which he had indeed simplified himself.
"You are such a generous friend..." Dumbledore sighed: "Even if it costs ten vaults of gold to exchange for such a spell, there will be many people willing to do it."
What are the prerequisites for a wizard to successfully cast a spell?
Correct spell, correct posture, and high concentration.
Being able to improve mental strength and concentration is undoubtedly equivalent to raising the wizard's upper limit of achievement, and even he is a little excited.
Sirius also understands this truth. Not only in magic, but also in duels, observation is also very important.
Even when the levels are about the same, whoever is more focused and observes the trajectory of the curse earlier will have the initiative.
"Wayne, can you teach me too?" Sirius said greedily, "How about I give you so much more money?"
"Of course not." Wayne shook his head: "Harry didn't buy this, it was a gift I gave him.
Sirius was extremely disappointed.
Seeing the performance of the two of them, Harry realized just how precious this magic was.
But he was more concerned about another thing and asked in a low voice:
"Wayne, can you use the method just now to put other
Pass on all the knowledge of the subject to me?"
Just by looking at each other, you can learn a spell. It is a magical skill for learning.
If possible, he would never have to read a book again.
Unfortunately, Wayne decisively refused: "Transmitting too many memories at once will burst your brain and turn you into an idiot.
"Okay." It was Harry's turn to be disappointed.
"Sirius, it's your turn." Wayne changed the subject again.
"What's wrong with me?" Sirius asked strangely.
"Your great-great-grandfather, Mr. Phineas, promised me three treasuries. When will you hand them over?"
"Oh yes, he also agreed to let me make a copy of the Black family's book collection, and you also need to take me to the ancestral home.
"Seize the young man?" Sirius said loudly.
Three vaults, how much does that cost?
Even he who didn't care about money was shocked by this.
Could it be that Wayne's last name is actually Black and Phineas is dividing the inheritance?
Phineas on the wall no longer pretended to be dead, and said awkwardly: "Sirius, this is indeed the condition I agreed to. As long as Lawrence boy helps you to be acquitted, you can get the money
Just give it to him. "
Naturally, he couldn't say that the money was originally used as a reward for Wayne to hide Sirius. After telling him, Dumbledore knew about the PY transaction they had made, and he would definitely
Extremely unhappy.
The other portraits did not jump out to make trouble. After all, the result was good. Sirius was wronged, so there was no need to talk more.
Between the portraits, we also need to talk about human feelings and sophistication
"This is a promise made by the Black family, and you are not allowed to go back on it."
Phineas was really afraid that Sirius would not accept the money due to his distress and anger Wayne, so he reminded him once.
"You are really generous." Sirius then understood.
"Who do you think this is all for?" Phineas snorted coldly: "If you weren't the only remaining bloodline of the Black family, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you."
Sirius sneered: "I'm not begging you."
However, he still promised Wayne: "Don't worry, I won't waste this money."
Sirius originally drew a clear line with the Black family. He didn't care at all how much wealth the family had.
Wayne was very satisfied with his cheerful attitude, but some people felt uncomfortable.
"How come I didn't know there was a deal between you two?" Dumbledore asked.
"You didn't even ask." Wayne looked at him strangely: "I made an agreement with Principal Phineas the night before you came back.'
Dumbledore was speechless: "Then why do you still ask me to pluck Fawkes' feathers?"
He almost lost his Phoenix in order to ask Wayne for help.
As a result, people have already reaped the benefits...
"Hi." Wayne waved his hand: "How can I earn an extra share? It's not easy for me to support my family. Professor, I'm sure you can understand, right?"
Dumbledore opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
What else could he say? Was it to ask Wayne to return all the feathers and insert them into Fox's ass again?
After the young man left, the three people in the room looked at each other with a sense of absurdity in their hearts.
Everyone in the house now...are all taken advantage of!
Sorry, I just finished my work and there will be another chapter later.