The man behind Hogwarts

In the Gem Club, Evelin and others lowered their voices and focused their attention on William.

A crystal ball is placed on a tripod.

There is a small iron basin on the table, and there are a few yarrow roots emitting sparks in it, accompanied by curls of green smoke.

77 Ursa Major, 5 Yuheng Beidou

William's soul seemed to be separated from the body, floating lightly in the air, and in an instant, it came to the dark universe.

At the end of his gaze, Yuheng Beidou 5 exudes bright but not burning light and heat.

The basis for divination has been determined. The next step is to calculate the trajectory of the planets and predict the future through the majestic power of the universe through time and space. This is the true meaning of divination.

No matter how powerful a wizard is, he is nothing more than a mortal body. Only with the help of the power of the universe can he do foreseeable things.

Ursa Major is shaped like a big bear as its name suggests.

But in William's eyes, it is more like a spoon, which is called the Big Dipper in Eastern astronomy.

If the handle of the bucket points to the east, it will be spring everywhere; if it points to the south, it will be summer; if it points to the west, it will be autumn; if it points to the north, it will be winter.

But now, the handle of the bucket points to the west, and everything is autumn!

There are many symbols of autumn, such as harvest, withering, chilling, etc.

Diviners need to choose symbolic meanings based on their own divination goals. In fact, they use changes in mood to enhance inspiration.

William chose - chilling!

Facing a vicious person like Silver-haired Paul, he should be killed with the power of the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Once his mood changes, the Yuheng Beidou 5 in front of him will also change.

It moves along an elliptical orbit. As it moves forward, the light and heat of Yuheng Beidou 5 gradually becomes colder...

William remembered...

There is another symbol of autumn - winter is coming.

After an unknown amount of time, William suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly looked at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball appears——

A man with silver hair and several men were fighting in an open space...

Silver-haired Paul refined the potion, and finally added a few strands of hair, and the potion bubbled...

The clouds are gathering at Hogwarts Castle...

In just three scenes, this is the entire result of this divination. William doesn't know if this divination is correct and must test it.

If the three pictures have a strong connection, it proves that the probability of the divination result being correct is greater than the probability of being wrong.

Seeing that the divination was over, Evelin casually asked about the divination result.

William replied: "We need to analyze it further."

He rubbed his chin, his thoughts racing.

In the first scene, the silver-haired Paul led his men to fight. Although he could not see who they were fighting, his situation should not be too good.

After all, Paul has a ferocious smile on his face...

This is a proud smile.

As for the second scene, William can guess pretty well.

There are many potions that require adding hair, but based on the analysis of the characteristics of the potion he refined, the most likely one is polyjuice.

Polyjuice Potion is the best potion for transformation.

'Well, Paul is going to transform into someone, maybe the person he's fighting. ’

William roughly understood.

Paul and others did not leave the UK. He captured a person and used Polyjuice Potion to look like him, and that person was probably from Hogwarts.

This perfectly corresponds to the image of the third scene.

think of this,

William sneered lightly.

There is a way to heaven if you don't go, and there is no way to hell if you come by yourself.

That's fine, he just needs to wait and see in school.

‘Today is indeed a good day, the accuracy of divination is not low, here are a few more. ’

Continuing to use Yuheng Beidou 5 as the benchmark, William conducted divination several more times, and the divination content covered all aspects.

Unfortunately it didn't turn out well.

Perhaps it was because all the inspiration was used up in the first divination, and the results of subsequent divination were all absurd and bizarre, and it was basically concluded that they were wrong.

……

At the Liverpool Wizarding Market, Paul transformed into a pot-bellied man and pushed open the door of the Charming Night Tavern.

"Fordson."

The tavern owner Fordson frowned when he saw the person coming. He didn't recognize this person, but he looked like he was an acquaintance.

Could it be transfiguration?

Fordson used magic to detect it. Although it was rude, it had no choice but to be rude.

Sure enough, the other party used the transformation technique to change his appearance.

But this did not make Fordson happy. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, and he sighed inwardly: "I know that the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen. It never happens according to what people think... "Fortson forced out a smile and welcomed the visitor to the room on the second floor.

"It's true that you didn't leave, Paul."

The tavern owner poured two cups of tea, and with a wave of his magic wand, it was the silver-haired Paul who came.

"I was going to leave. After all, I found what I needed..."

"You found it?!" Fordson said with an expression on his face, "Since you have achieved your goal, why don't you leave as soon as possible? The Ministry of Magic is still looking for you."

When Fordson mentioned the Ministry of Magic, Paul's face suddenly darkened, as if it were thousands of years old.

"Sedino is dead."

His most loyal subordinate died in the hands of an Auror in order to help him escape... Sedino is Paul's good friend who grew up together.

Paul told the story through gritted teeth.

The Ministry of Magic found Paul and others based on the information provided by the black-robed wizard Norman.

During the breakout operation, Sedino was killed by the killing curse in order to protect Paul, and many of the men he brought from the United States also died.

The strength accumulated over the past half year.

Most of them were wiped out in one encirclement and suppression!

Paul was unwilling to give in.

Unwilling to accept the death of Sedino and the failure of the operation... he could choose to flee back to the United States, but he did not leave.

"Even if I escape back to the United States, there will be many dangers. Don't forget, the Wizards Congress in the United States is also looking for me."

Fordson looked unbearable, "What do you think?"

"William Sides, I have to catch him!"

Just when Fordson thought that the other party wanted revenge, Paul's next words made him understand that revenge was secondary and interests were paramount.

"Most of my core strength has been wiped out, and the remaining people are unreliable. Maybe someone will tip off the Wizards Congress as soon as I return to the United States...

There is only one way now!

Capture William Sides and ask him how to make the Sun Bracelet to recruit werewolves!

In this way, he might be able to avenge Cedino. "

Fordson's mind was racing.

I have to say that Paul's thinking is very clear, and he understands where his dangers and opportunities lie.

There are werewolves all over the world, and America is no exception.

If he really gets the way to make the Sun Bracelet, he will definitely be able to recruit many werewolf subordinates. Not only can he make a comeback, but it is not impossible to even surpass the past.

"Okay, how can I help you?"

"I need to get into Hogwarts..."

Half an hour later, the transformed Paul left the tavern with a big belly.

Fordson locked a small iron box into the cabinet, thought for a moment, and already had an idea - intelligence was crucial if he wanted to enter Hogwarts.

But this matter is too dangerous, and the people involved in Knockturn Alley must not dare to take action. There is only one force...

In the British wizarding world, only Death Eaters have such courage.

"If I remember correctly, the Carrow brothers and sisters are secretly gathering Death Eaters. Maybe we can find them."

……

Despite Paul's plans, Hogwarts was thriving.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the wizard debate competition officially started.

The little wizards who had been waiting for a long time rushed into the auditorium quickly, trying to grab a good seat, preferably close to the contestants in the first few rows.

Hermione jogged forward, her fluffy hair bouncing.

Harry and Ron followed closely behind, a look of nervousness on their faces.

"What did Professor Snape mean just now? Why do I feel so confused? Do you understand?"

After the three of them sat down, Ron whispered.

Harry shook his head, "I don't really understand, but I always feel that he has bad intentions."

"Harry, do you know Professor Snape? He seems to be targeting you." Hermione covered her mouth and whispered: "Whether it's in class or when we meet by chance, the way he looks at you is... "

Before she finished speaking, Hermione frowned. She couldn't think of words to describe Snape's gaze.

Just now the three of them came out of the castle and bumped into Snape in the corridor - indeed 'bump', a verb.

Harry ran forward with his head covered, and fell into Snape's belly.

Needless to say, the subsequent process is nothing more than a fragrant lesson from the artist Snape.

"I do not know either……"

Harry scratched his head and felt very confused. He had noticed Snape during the opening ceremony and didn't understand why he treated him like this.

Hermione analyzed: "The professor said that fame does not mean strength. If he is not scolding you, maybe he is reminding you to be humble and learn to increase your strength."

"What you said makes sense..." Harry nodded in agreement, "He was just scolding me!"

Hermione: "..."

Ron said angrily: "He not only targeted Harry, he also didn't let us go. Especially he asked me not to imitate Fred and George. What did he mean? I didn't mess with him."

The three of them complained for a while, then changed the topic when the surrounding area was filled with people.

Cedric appeared as the host, followed by Professor McGonagall, the only judge.

More students came to watch today than yesterday.

A dense brain.

A constant stream of whispers.

There were not only students, but also teachers. William glanced around and saw several familiar people: Quirrell, Sinistra, Sprout, Flitwick, Crohn, and Hooch. lady.

Hagrid is also here. William personally invited him and wanted him to join in the fun.

Counting this way, most of the teachers for the compulsory courses are here.

Except Snape and Professor Binns.

Professor Binns was a ghost, so it was understandable that he would not participate in such activities, but Snape didn't come either?

William felt that the half-blood prince would definitely not miss the debate, perhaps peeping in secret...

On the stage, Cedric announced the rules.

After yesterday's quiz competition, most of the 13 participating teams were eliminated, leaving only 4 teams. Four teams need to compete three times to choose a single winner.

The first two teams to appear are A3 and B2.

When they stepped onto the stage, the auditorium suddenly burst into cheers.

The members of team A3 are Gryffindors, and the members of team B2 are Slytherin.

The familiar college confrontation is coming!

Cedric took advantage of yesterday's arrangement and decided to carry out the college confrontation to the end.

The first is the topic selection session. The two teams each selected three topic areas. After comparison, there were two overlapping topics, namely Charms and Herbal Medicine.

Cedric took out two lottery boxes, mixed the notes inside, and Professor McGonagall drew them.

"The topic of the debate is: Can the disarming spell disarm the enemy's clothes?"

Ok?

This topic?

Both the two sides of the debate and the audience were stunned for a moment.

Everyone is familiar with the disarming spell. The spell is Expelliarmus. It is one of the most commonly used spells in wizard duels.

But why is this title so weird?

Would it be impolite to take off the enemy's clothes?

Quirrell and Professor Flitwick sit together...

Professor Quirrell sat directly on the chair, but Professor Flitwick added a stool to the chair so that his view was not blocked.

"It's a topic related to curses, Professor Flitwick, which happens to be what you are good at."

Quirrell chatted with Flitwick enthusiastically, and at the same time he did not forget to use soundproofing magic to block the communication between the two.

Flitwick thought about the topic for a moment, clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"This is a good question. It's like stripping off the disarming spell and observing it. If you can understand this problem, learning the disarming spell will be very simple."

"Your analogy is also very interesting!" Quirrell joked, "Then do you support the positive side or the negative side?"

"What about you?" Flitwick asked, smiling but not answering.

"I support the opposite side," Quirrell blurted out. "The function of the disarming spell is to disarm weapons, and clothes are not weapons. If you want to disarm clothes, I think a special stripping spell is necessary."

Stripping curse?

Flitwick couldn't laugh or cry, "Who would invent such boring magic!"

"Wait, it seems that there really is a hair removal spell. Some wizards use this magic to remove the hair of cattle and sheep. Changing it may achieve the effect of removing clothes..."

"Professor Flitwick, you were laughing at me just now, but it turns out you have started to invent the stripping spell yourself."

Flitwick blushed.

In the second half of his life, he became obsessed with studying magic, which had become a habit. It can be said that he was very happy to see it.

"You haven't said which side you support yet?" Quirrell asked.

"I can support the positive side or the negative side." Flitwick said ambiguously: "There is nothing wrong with supporting either side. It all depends on one's understanding of the disarming spell and one's ability to sophistry."

Quirrell looked puzzled.

Flitwick explained: "You also said that the function of the disarming spell is to disarm weapons. What if clothes are weapons?"

"How can clothes be weapons?" Quirrell was even more confused.

"Haha, you'll find out later. If they are smart enough, they will definitely think of this."

Even though Quirrell asked why, Flitwick stopped talking.

The two set their sights on the competition stage.

The positions of pros and cons cannot be chosen arbitrarily. The captains of the two teams need to compete. The method used is rock, paper, scissors.

This ancient game has become popular across the UK.

When William was in Plymouth, he heard an interesting story. In the mid-19th century, a special club was established in London - the Rock, Paper, Scissors Club. At that time, he lamented that the British were too idle.

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