Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

'Trelawny' walked around the treasury twice, counted the main items, and then began to loot the entire treasury under the goblin's increasingly dull gaze.

She was like a band conductor, waving a wand that seemed to be extremely elastic.

Under her guidance, the books, crystal balls and other magical items on the shelves began to flutter, lining up like elves in a fairy tale and flying into the open suitcase on the ground.

In fact, when a wizard is deeply parasitized or completely controlled, the original fit of the wizard's wand will change. It may become incompatible or even repulsive, or the fit may become more perfect. This is all possible.

Because the fit of the wand is actually closely related to the wizard's emotional state and magic power. For example, the hazel wood wand currently used by 'Trelawny' is most consistent with Trelawney's sensitive state, and with Ah Extremely disproportionate.

The same is true for the wand in Lockhart's hand. Its fit with Amon is not as good as that with Lockhart himself.

But if you encounter a wand made of acacia wood, because Amon is more talented than the original wizard, and although the wizard's magic power will inevitably change due to being parasitized or controlled, this change will not change. The essence of magic power can still be accepted by the wand and recognized as its old master, so a more consistent situation will occur.

Of course, even if it doesn't fit, it can still be used.

What 'Trelawny' really dislikes now is this body!

Since the current stage of parasitism is just pure parasitism, whatever abilities the parasitized person has, she can only use those abilities that are limited to that extent - this is determined by Amon's own will.

So based on Trelawney's poor magic talent, when she casts magic now, it just feels like trying to draw water from a frozen water pipe, stagnant and sluggish.

Moreover, the process of maintaining magic is also deeply shackles, as if the magic effect will be interrupted at any time.

In this uncomfortable process, 'Trelawney' took a while to finally pack the items in the vault.

"Female... Madam, I thought you were only taking one or two items?" The goblin recovered from the shock and stumbled, looking at the back of 'Trelawney' and said.

"What's wrong? I remember that there seems to be no goblin creation here, right?" 'Trelawney' said with a faint smile on her lips, turning her head slightly and glancing at the goblin with the corner of her eye.

The goblin was speechless. He really had no right to stop Trelawny from disposing of "her" property, even if she emptied the entire vault.

Of course, it is not completely empty, because there are still some pitiful-looking gold Galleons piled on the ground, probably dozens of them, as well as nearly a hundred Silver Sickles and Copper Nats... ··The goblin judged based on his own experience.

Even so, Gringotts has never encountered anything like this since its establishment!

Let me tell you important things three times. The goblins of Gringotts have no right to dictate to their employer's property.

Therefore, he could not have the slightest objection to this.

But this did not prevent him from making some efforts on the side...Although not a single copper nut in the vault belonged to Gringotts, the goblin still felt that Gringotts had been robbed. Based on this strange feeling , he hesitated and said:

"Pardon my offence, ma'am, but I suppose there is no more secure vault than Gringotts, is there?"

Hearing this, 'Trelawney', who had already put away his suitcase, stood up, walked out of the vault, smiled at the goblin, and said:

"Of course, Gringotts is indeed a great place to hide things. You have built it well, so I will definitely come back."

Then 'Trelawney', whose expression remained unchanged, sat in the car driven by the goblin, followed the railway, climbed the steep slope, and returned hundreds of miles through the narrow and dim stone corridor that could only be illuminated by torches. on the ground.

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Hogwarts, Divination Professor's Office.

In the dimly lit room, Amon stood in front of a mirror, with a faint amber-transparent wine swaying in the glass wine glass in his hand.

"Minors are prohibited from drinking." Suddenly, a slightly teasing male voice broke the silence.

Amon turned his head to look at the desk, and could only vaguely see a figure sitting on Trelawney's seat. The figure wore a slightly reflective monocle over his right eye.

Seeing this, Amon raised his eyebrows and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:

"I can be a human or a crow. Shouldn't there be a law that says crows can't drink too?"

Hearing this, the figure was silent for a moment and said with some emotion:

"When did you become so unreasonable?"

Amen Zhuangruo thought seriously for a while and said:

"Perhaps it was when I discovered that those truths were nothing, or perhaps when I discovered that no one can stand higher than me?"

As he spoke, he chuckled lightly and shook his head:

"Or maybe it's because I don't have those so-called truths in my eyes?"

Having said this, the curvature of the corners of Amon's mouth became more obvious. He looked at the figure again and asked:

"Which one do you think it is?"

The figure sneered, seemingly disdainful, and replied:

"I don't choose either."

Hearing this, Amon turned his head, drank all the wine in the glass in his hand, then looked at the blurry figure reflected in the mirror and chuckled:

"Wise choice."

Then, the dim office fell into silence again.

But the silence did not last long before it was broken again by the sound of the door opening.

I saw 'Trelawney' walking in with a suitcase.

She glanced left and right, then said:

"Hey, you two are so interested. Do you want me to give you the whole gramophone again?"

At this time, Amon walked to the desk, put down his wine glass, and snapped his fingers.

A gentle light from nowhere emerges from the air little by little, like a firefly in summer.

'Trelawney' clicked his tongue when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but condemn:

"Original body, next time you choose a parasite, could you please consider your own feelings?"

"This kind of mud-like talent makes me feel like I have fallen into the mire."

Amon tilted his head to express confusion - at this stage of parasitism, the main body and the clone cannot be synchronized. The specific situation can only be known after the main body takes back the "Insect of Time".

Therefore, Amon stretched out his hand towards 'Trelawney', and a little light floated out from Trelawney's body and merged into the palm of Amon's hand.

Then Amon retracted his hand and held it at his side, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was feeling something.

After Trelawney shed the shimmer, it was like he had lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

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