I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 7 This is your reward

Dumbledore looked back and forth with the fragments of the magic props, and an inexplicable brilliance shone behind the half-moon glasses.

"Have you found anything?"

Ian asked anxiously. He had researched the fragments countless times, but still found no clues.

Dumbledore didn't answer, he put the pieces back on the table, and put the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle.

John could recognize that it was a defensive magic pattern from the remaining patterns on it, which he had seen in the magic pattern book that Ian gave him.

But if you observe carefully, you can find that there are two places that are slightly different, and the direction of the lines has shifted a little bit, and it is this little bit that may cause the magic lines to become unstable and explode.

But this defensive magic pattern is very simple, and Ian can complete it with his eyes closed.

If Wright and Ian have similar skills, he shouldn't make mistakes.

"It seems to have some traces of magic."

Dumbledore ran his fingers lightly over the shards and murmured softly.

"What did you find? Tell me!"

Ian was impatient, he even wanted to open Dumbledore's head directly to see what he found.

"A little trace, let me look again."

Dumbledore took out his wand with great interest, tapped it on top of the fragments, and whispered a spell in his mouth.

The fragments on the table fit tightly together, and white light emerged from the gaps, as if preventing the fragments from closing.

Dumbledore increased the output of magic power, the white light gradually dissipated, and the fragments rejoined into an irregular piece, with slight cracks on the surface.

"Sure enough," Dumbledore said to himself.

"What's the matter, Professor?" John asked curiously after watching Dumbledore's fancy operations.

"Look at the pattern." Dumbledore pointed to the large fragment that had just been folded on the table.

John stared left and right, and asked puzzledly, "Is there any difference from just now?"

Dumbledore said: "Calm down, don't be distracted, and take a closer look."

John nodded, looking at the fragments with full concentration as if he was drawing the magic pattern himself.

Still no change.
John looked at it for a while and still didn't find anything unusual. He didn't know what Dumbledore asked him to see.

When he was about to raise his head to inquire, he suddenly found a small difference.

The magic pattern on the fragment seemed to be back to normal, the two small mistakes seemed to have disappeared, and everything was so perfect.

Am I wrong?
wrong
John retrieved the picture he just saw in his mind, and there were indeed two mistakes in it!

That now.
John shook his head quickly, as if he had escaped from the illusion, he couldn't help amplifying the volume: "Professor Dumbledore!"

"Did you find it?" Dumbledore said seriously.

"Well!" John nodded and said, "There are obviously two mistakes on it, but they disappeared when I looked carefully."

"That's the problem!" said Professor Dumbledore. "Someone cast a very advanced confusion spell on it. Usually you can't see it, but when you stare at it with all your attention, it will slowly confuse you. your thinking."

"So when I looked carefully, I felt that the magic pattern on it was correct, because I was in the same perspective as the person who portrayed it, so I saw the same scene as him." John continued.

It turned out to be like this, let me just say, how could such a simple magic pattern Wright engrave it wrong, it turned out that he was murdered.

This kind of spell can be said to restrain them perfectly. If you don't concentrate, you will make mistakes in drawing the magic pattern, but if you concentrate, you will be confused again, and you will also make mistakes in drawing the magic pattern.

It can be said that there is no solution!
"Well, that's right, but the Confusion Curse is very difficult to cast. Even if I cast it, it will last up to eight or nine hours." Dumbledore said.

John was relieved when he heard this, and he decided that no matter what materials he got in the future, he would put them aside for a day before discussing them.

"Who asked Wright to make this thing?"

Ian breathed heavily, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

At that time, Dumbledore provided the materials, and Wright made corresponding props according to the needs.

According to what Dumbledore said just now, even he can only last for eight or nine hours, so the person who delivered the materials for Wright to make this prop probably knows something.

"Don't get excited, Ian," said Dumbledore.

"That's not your son, of course you're not excited!"

Ian said angrily, if it weren't for Dumbledore's instigation, they would never have come back from abroad, and Wright would have no accident!
Dumbledore sighed and patted Ian on the shoulder, as if to calm the anger in his heart.

"Wright is like my son, you know how I feel about him."

Ian snorted and didn't answer, which was a tacit agreement. If Dumbledore treated Wright badly, he would not secretly go back to the country with Dumbledore at that time.

Dumbledore thought about it and said, "No one around me should be able to cast this spell, and even if it could be cast, it wouldn't be so well hidden without showing any trace."

"So you're saying that these materials came out of nowhere?" Ian mocked.

"No, no, no." Dumbledore waved his hand, "Although I don't have one by my side, it doesn't mean that no one can do it."

"You mean?" A terrifying image flashed in Ian's mind, and he struggled to utter the name, "mysterious man?"

Dumbledore affirmed: "Yes, he can, maybe he can do better and more perfectly than me."

"Then," said Ian, "how did these materials get into Wright's hands, and let him use them immediately."

John also nodded, because no matter how skilled a magic pattern master is to make a prop, it will take at least two days from magic pattern drawing to assembly to testing.

If Wright chose to make other props at the first time, after he finished, the spell on this material would definitely have expired.

Dumbledore's face was covered with a dark cloud: "Maybe some of us have chosen another path, don't worry, Ian, I will investigate it in the shortest possible time."

"I hope so," Ian replied.

"Then I'll leave first."

Dumbledore strode upstairs.

"Grandpa, let me go up first." John said.

"go Go."

Ian waved his hand, sat on the chair, stared at the broken pieces on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

John walked upstairs quickly and hurriedly called Dumbledore who had already reached the door.

"John, is there anything else?" Dumbledore stopped, turned and said.

"Wait a moment." John hurried to the kitchen, took out the pastry he had made earlier, then ran to Dumbledore and handed it to him, "This is for you."

Dumbledore looked down, smiled and said, "How much are these?"

"No money!" John replied.

"Oh?" Dumbledore was a little surprised. Did he know that the kid in front of him was a money fanatic.

John explained with a smile: "This is your reward!"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, suddenly realized, he waved the box containing the pastries and smiled, "Thank you, John."

After the words fell, Dumbledore walked out of the shop and disappeared with a plop.

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