[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

After the noisy discussion, there was an invisible competition.

Because of the obvious value of this altar and the invisible upgrade space, it is destined to be photographed by the people in the noble box with the door tightly closed on the second floor of the venue, and noble families always have one or two items of food. It's a good idea to exchange a collection that is tasteless and a pity to throw away something that interests them.

Albus followed the flow of people and walked to the front. At this distance, the distance between the altar and him was within reach for him, and after walking in, he could feel the longing in his heart even more. Come up familiar.

As if at some point, he had painted that pattern with his own hands.

"It's so beautiful."

The roommate's exclamation sounded in Albus's ears: "Even without that magical function, it is a beautiful work of art in itself."

"Ah."

Albus responded, and his right hand began to slide subconsciously along the place his eyes saw, one trap enclosing the other, and there were some characters with unknown meanings inside, those short lines and long lines interspersed in it, making the whole pattern blurred. A sense of symmetry.

"Hey, you should move too."

Others who also wanted to watch at a close distance squeezed the two teenagers aside politely.

"It's almost time for quotations." Albus pulled his roommate back, and they returned to their seats together.

His judgment was quite accurate. After a while, the host came out and let the goblins guide the audience back to their seats. There were whispers inside and outside the arena. Everyone was looking forward to who could win this film. thing.

Anyway, it can't be me.

People who knew that they couldn't afford enough money were more calm. Foreigners who were not familiar with the situation of the British wizarding world chatted with the locals next to them, wanting to see which candidates there were.

"Only the families of Malfoy and Black can do it."

The onlookers enthusiastically shared their melons: "The wizarding circles in other countries don't know the specific situation, probably because they don't know that the last item at the auction is such a good thing."

"Too."

Some carefree wizards nodded, and most of the foreign wizards thought it was a good opportunity to join in the fun. After all, there is so little entertainment in the wizarding world. The Quidditch World Cup only comes once every four years. Those big families didn’t do it on purpose. Go abroad to watch a little fight.

I just don't know if they will regret it after they know the real situation.

"The bidding list sent by you before has been handed over to the client by our staff, although based on the confidentiality regulations, I can't tell who the bidders are and what they choose to exchange."

"but."

The host covered half of his mouth on purpose, as if whispering to someone: "Just my little glance, my Merlin, that's quite a big deal."

"Humph."

Albus heard a disdainful hum from the back of his seat, but the sound was too low and short-lived, making the boy think he should be hallucinating.

"In short, let's wait for the final result to be announced together."

This is not a link that requires waiting, because Cang Li has already determined who is behind the scenes. Those parchments belonging to different bidders flew in mid-air, and one by one was burned, leaving only one without decoration The bare paper is left there.

"Let's see what this lucky guy paid for."

This was an act after obtaining Cang Li's consent, and it was also a development that was very suitable as an ending. The expression on the host's face became quite strange, as if it was a bit difficult to say.

what exactly is it?

This once again aroused the curiosity of the audience.

"Maybe it's a magical feather?" The goblin spoke in a fluttering tone, "Our client, the final choice of exchange is a feather."

"There is a saying in the countries in the East that is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. At a certain moment, the value of a boulder and a feather is equal. Perhaps our client is out of such considerations."

Of course, he didn't know what was going on, no matter what the outcome was, he just had to follow the previous plan to let the auction end smoothly.

The mood of the audience was also on a roller coaster, thinking it would be some kind of rare treasure, but it turned out to be just a feather, but someone beat his head in frustration, if a feather could also participate in the auction, he would go up.

This kind of remarks will not be mentioned for the time being. After listening to the concluding remarks for a long time, and drawing some prizes to give away, the auction finally officially ended. Delivery.

When Albus was walking out, he noticed that there was a man wearing a hood dawdling in the venue, so that others could pass him and go first, but there were too many people in this kind of attire, and he couldn't see it for a while. Clear the other person's face.

Besides, he still had more important matters to deal with. After drawing patterns on his legs for a long time, he finally remembered where he saw them.

In Hogwarts' Room of Response, he stepped on a huge scroll during a mistake, and this is what was painted on it. He was impressed by this because there were signatures of the four founders of the school in the lower right corner.

This is a rare and challenging thing encountered in the life of a teenager. It is the dream of every wizard to pursue the history of thousands of years ago. He is now very close to that goal.

"I want to go there next..." The roommates are still counting on their fingers where to go in the next time, but the school has approved them to take a whole day off, and now only three quarters of it has passed.

"Go straight back to school."

Albus gently and forcefully pulled his roommate directly to the place where the Floo network function was provided.

"Please come with me."

The goblin nodded to the last person in the venue, and walked in front to lead the way. This is the person who used the feathers to achieve the exchange. Now he took off his hood, and his serious expression was not angry.

But it's just a big mistake.

Thinking of Cang Li in the room, the goblin forgave this man's unreasonable attitude, and it was the last bit of care for the dying person.

"Here it is, please."

Helping to open the door, Cang Li waved his hand to the goblin, signaling him to close the door and take away all the innocent people nearby, and let him deal with the villains alone.

clear.

The goblin looked at Cang Li with trust, closed the door and crushed the spar in his pocket, reminding everyone who was still near the venue to evacuate.

"Chirp~"

Cangli opened a chat using the communication method not long ago, and greeted this person first: "Shouldn't you know that I am the client the moment you see something? Such a shocked expression really shouldn't appear on your face. face."

"After all, I made a special trip to your stronghold to send you invitation letters."

Standing behind Cang Li, Qing Guang glanced at Wu Hutui, and blinked his eyes to let him relax.

There will be no problem.He thought about those avatars who had sung duet with Cang Li, and even found out the secret code of the organization, could he still expect them to have a comeback?

If their life is a novel, then the Lord is the absolute protagonist, and the world revolves around the Lord. These seemingly villains will eventually become extinguished stars.

"……is it you?"

The man quickly collected his expression and sat down. The altar was lying between them, and it was emitting a slight light at the moment, but it was not obvious under the cover of the bright light in the room.

"Of course it is me."

Cang Li seemed eager to have a high-spirited talk, revealing in detail how he discovered the identities of these people, and what method he used to obtain their codes and strongholds.

"It's just that I suddenly feel that my throat will hurt if I talk too much."

It also reminded me of the chirping scene of a hundred birds chasing a phoenix before, and I lost that thought all of a sudden.

"Do you know what the wizarding world was like thousands of years ago? It is said that your goal and desire is to restore the former glory. For that day, you have been quietly accumulating strength, and wait until a suitable leader appears. , you will follow behind each other and clear all obstacles."

"It's really, really great."

Such a deceitful statement can attract a large group of people to pay them, not to mention working hard. Just thinking about a group of people getting together, holding a glass of wine and chanting "restore the former glory" is a bit funny.

"I think your god will definitely hear this wish and send me here to help you realize your dreams."

Cang Li's tone was particularly sincere, he knocked on the altar in front of him, and praised and promoted in various ways: "This is a treasure that existed in the era of the Big Four, as long as you have it, it will not be a problem if you want to rewrite history. "

"Why should I trust you?"

Too lazy to talk nonsense, Cangli stood up and pointed to the altar.

"You have already paid for the promised feather, so you can take this stele now, please."

It's an equal deal, now you can take what's yours.

Without too much explanation, Cangli Shiran left the house with Fu Sangshen, leaving behind the hesitant middle-aged man, thinking about whether to take the things back.

No, let's check first.

He slowly covered it with his hand, trying to input some magic power into it, but there was no response.

The person who left just now is like the mysterious businessman in the novel, the kind-hearted person who gave the protagonist a magical item when he was in danger, but does this thing really have that magical effect?

"—!"

He watched helplessly as half of his hand melted into the stele, and a huge attraction came from inside, pulling his whole body inward.

"Someone! Somebody!"

No one came, only to be completely sucked in in desperation.

On the night when the auction ended, many people disappeared quietly. They were so bizarre that some of them were even talking to their family members one second, and were taken away by the golden light the next without leaving a trace.

The terrified wizards reported the situation to the Ministry of Magic. Suddenly, the disappearing person made the headlines of the major newspapers, and the auction was completely overshadowed.

"My lord, shouldn't they be?"

Qing Guang looked at Cang Li, already aware of it: "The people who disappeared are all the behind-the-scenes forces you investigated before?"

"Because they want to see the wizarding world in the past, I gave them a ride for free." Cang Li said lightly, "As for when they will come back, I guess the altar will answer them again when their prayers are strong enough."

Wouldn't it be no chance at all.

But fortunately, this is a hidden underground organization. Most people don't know their existence, and their disappearance is regarded as an unsolved case, which has not been solved for many years.

And three years later, Albus, who finally studied the magic circle, finally saw the light he wanted to see in an experiment repeated tens of thousands of times.

Then he stood next to the farmland with bare feet and messy hair, not knowing what happened.

Then a dwarf in a black cloak walked past him.