The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom had just seen it. The man's cloak was not a cheap one cast under the Disillusionment Charm. It was woven from the hair of a serious invisible beast. The quality was very new. The value of such a cloak was, It's not something a down-and-out wizard can afford.

So Tom increased the intensity of his telekinesis and carefully retrieved the man's memory. He saw some fragmented fragments:

Two dark figures were sitting at the table, and a newspaper was spread out on the table. The picture on it was the emerald tablet of Sarah and Menes.

"Pass the trial and join us..."

"Bring on the invisibility cloak... the transfer package... the emerald gem plate..."

Tom could see that someone was bewitching the wizard in front of him to steal the emerald tablet of Menes. Tom tried to see the man's face clearly, but found that whenever he tried to see the mysterious man's face, the wizard's memory image would fluctuate violently, making it impossible for him to see the mysterious man's face clearly.

But the moment the mysterious man handed over the invisibility cloak, Tom still clearly saw the pendant on his wrist: a cross formed by two intertwined wands with a skull on the top.

It is the purifier.

The Purifiers tracked down the fallen wizard and asked him to steal the tablet from a laboratory at the University of Sheffield.

Tom was slightly confused: Why didn't the purgers do it themselves? Instead of adding such a redundant step? Also, why do the Purifiers use package-changing items as part of the trial?

Tom searched the wizard's body and found that apart from a wand, he only had a small cowhide bag that was opened, and it must be a fake emerald slate inside. Tom frowned, a bad premonition welling up in his heart. Countless fragments of clues were spliced ​​together in his mind, and finally connected into a complete path leading to the answer. He had a conjecture and needed to find a way to verify it.

He transformed into a dementor again and found that the emotional color ball of the wizard in front of him had expanded slightly, but the black outline also became larger, and the cowhide bag that was taken out also exuded the same black color. Just looking at this color made Tom feel sick, as if it was spreading the breath of death to all directions.

What's not good is that he seems to be contaminated with this aura.

Tom quickly switched to a unicorn, and watched the black smoke coming from his body dissipate little by little in the air. He breathed a sigh of relief: he almost got hit inexplicably, and there was something weird in that cowhide bag!

The Purifiers had no intention of absorbing this lame wizard into the organization. He was just a "mule" for transporting items. Their real purpose was to send the problematic slate to the university research laboratory.

As for why they chose the jade slate, they probably wanted to study this weird slate.

"Everything is forgotten!"

Tom used an amnesia spell on the wizard, erasing his memory, and covered him with an invisibility cloak when he passed out. Then he added a stun spell and a petrification spell to ensure that he wouldn't wake up and move around. After repeatedly checking that he was fine, he returned to Hermione with the Jade Slate and returned to Hogwarts on Fawkes.

"Professor Dumbledore! Something big happened!" He went to Dumbledore's office as soon as he returned to school and informed Dumbledore of his discovery.

"Thank you." Dumbledore picked up the cowhide bag with the Elder Wand and took a look at it. "Leave the rest to me... Your discovery was timely. The Purifiers are getting more and more crazy. This stone slab has a curse that can spread - I need to go out."

He stood up and escorted Tom and Hermione out of the office. Then he walked into the fireplace, and with a burst of green fire, Dumbledore disappeared without a trace. In the huge office, only Fawkes was left standing alone in the office.

Fox: I seem to have missed something?

The day passed without incident. Tom submitted the tasks assigned by the guild at night and waited for approval.

The next day, Tom went to Professor Trelawney's somewhat suffocating tower classroom for class. They are still at the stage of identifying tea leaves. Professor Trelawney seemed to have awakened some new hobby. Every time he saw Harry, he would show a sad look, as if Harry would encounter misfortune the next second.

It's the same today.

"Child, it's too bad..." Professor Trelawney looked at Harry's teacup and said in a chant-like tone. At the same time, many students in the class were looking at her with admiration, waiting for her next step. prophecy.

"You will suffer setbacks in the things you love and lose a precious gift - your child. If I were you, I would definitely stop my hobby for a while..."

Professor Trelawney's words caused whispers from the surrounding students. Many people's eyes swept over Harry's face, making his expression deteriorate little by little. Professor Trelawney noticed this, but she didn't care. She just wanted to make her prediction public and enjoy the praise and admiration of the students.

Tom noticed that Hermione raised her head, as if she wanted to stand up and fight against the injustice, so he quickly squeezed Hermione's thigh.

"Harry, really, I advise you to listen to the professor." Lavender sat behind Harry, next to Ron. She moved closer and said to Harry in a low voice.

Harry suppressed his anger, emptied his mind, stared at a scar on the table, and silently recited the rules of Quidditch. But Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, couldn't help it and raised his hand directly.

"Professor, you've been looking at our tea leaves, so why don't you drink yourself a cup of tea? Let's do some divination for you."

Professor Trelawney's face frowned suddenly, as if she was greatly offended, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Okay, no problem." She glanced at the students in the audience, poured herself a cup of scalding hot tea, and drank it down at an alarming speed. She put the tea leaves into a saucer and waved to Neville, gesturing for him to come on stage to interpret her tea leaves.

"Uh, this...I..." Neville hesitated for a long time without saying anything. Professor Trelawney was a little impatient, so he asked him to go down quickly, and called a few more students, just After saying some beautiful words, Professor Trelawney's expression gradually relaxed.

She ignored Ron, who was raising his hand desperately in the audience, and looked at Tom, "Yodele, come up and read my tea leaves."

Tom stood by her desk, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "Professor, you are going to be in trouble."

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