Chapter 292
Dang!
Chapter 292 Dang!
Wade paused, took out a blank friend's book from his pocket and handed it over, asking, "Do you know how to use it?"
Claire swallowed, took it carefully, and said, "Maybe... you know? I've seen others use it..."
Wade nodded, "Write your name on it so you can contact me. I have other work these days, so I'll contact you in about a week."
"Okay, I know……"
Claire thought for a moment and added, "I'll contact the other werewolves."
"I will also prepare the contract... What is your full name?" Vader asked.
"Griffin. My name is Claire Griffin."
Claire said with a smile.
……
After returning from Diagon Alley, Sirius's house had an extra streaming mirror, and Harry went to watch the show every day.
Later, Wade placed two mirrors in his own house and Moody's house.
"Is this the magic TV?" Ferdinand turned behind the mirror and said in surprise, "There really are no cables?"
"Really?" Fiona also walked around the TV, then turned to Wade and asked, "What kind of energy does it rely on?"
Ferdinand smiled at her and said, "Of course it's magic, dear."
"Ah! Yes!" Fiona clapped her hands, and then exclaimed: "Wade, did you really invent this? How did you do it?"
"Hmm..." Wade thought for a while before saying, "To put it simply, it's mainly about using spells to connect different mirrors so that they show the same picture at the same time..."
Fiona nodded, not quite understanding: "Well, anyway... magic is amazing."
"Is this Quidditch?"
Ferdinand quickly immersed himself in the TV program.
They already knew the rules of Quidditch, but this was their first time watching a game.
"Flying so high?" Fiona was frightened by the height of the player and said worriedly, "What if he falls..."
Before she could finish her words, the two people in the picture collided violently with each other, and then fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.
The couple exclaimed at the same time, Fiona grabbed her husband's arm tightly, and the two subconsciously leaned together, interlocking their fingers.
The two fallen players hovered very close to the ground, and were then hurriedly carried away with blood all over their faces.
Wade consoled him, "The audience and players of Quidditch matches are all wizards, so it's easy to control the situation if an accident occurs. There are also special healer rescue teams in professional matches, so deaths rarely occur."
Fiona's eyes widened. "-Rarely? That means it happened? And more than once?"
Vader: "Uh..."
"Even if they didn't fall to the ground, the speed at which they collided would have been enough to break their cervical vertebrae and rupture their internal organs." Ferdinand looked at Wade with relief and said, "Fortunately, you didn't participate in this kind of competition."
Vader: ...
In fact, when he was in school, he would ride a broom up and down the tower almost every day.
Of course, during normal flying, his speed does not need to be very fast, let alone comparable to the fierce competitive professional competitions.
But when he transforms into a peregrine falcon, his speed can reach two or three times that of a broomstick.
Vader thought for a moment, then skipped over himself and turned to talk about Harry.
"…He joined the Gryffindor team in his first year, and once fell from fifty feet and only broke his arm…"
Fiona: "Oh my God! Isn't he scared? If it were me, I would never dare to ride a broom again!" "For Harry, this is just child's play in his experience." Wade said: "In June, he also participated in the activity of exterminating the thousand-year-old basilisk..."
Ferdinand: "What?!"
Vader: "...Millennium Basilisk."
As they were talking, the Quidditch game ended and a huge basilisk suddenly appeared on the mirror. Under its bloody eyes, its long fangs seemed to be dripping with venom.
——Aslan's Magic Workshop has not prepared many programs at present, so the wonderful clips will naturally be played repeatedly. Anyway, the audience will still enjoy watching them.
Moreover, the streaming mirror is different from the TV. The images it presents are like those in a real mirror. They look very real. The basilisk seems to be right in front of them and may rush out of the mirror at any time!
The Grays were startled again, and Ferdinand subconsciously stood in front of Fiona.
Then they saw Harry rushing in to fight. Compared to the basilisk, he was so tiny.
"Is this the basilisk?" Fiona exclaimed, "Is the principal of your school crazy?"
"No... We carried out the activity only when safety was guaranteed..." Wade didn't know why his voice was a little weak: "And in the end, no deaths were caused..."
He suddenly realized that his ideas had deviated a little without him realizing it.
Wade was already used to accidents of all sizes in the wizarding world. In his opinion, as long as they didn't die or suffer irreversible damage, it was basically just a matter of a bottle of potion.
But for his parents who live in the world of ordinary people, the scene of the basilisk slapping people away is very horrifying. Considering that the "warriors" who shouted charge were all teenagers, it was almost cruel.
If they could see the live broadcast of the Potions class, I don't know how many sharp explosions would be heard during the class, and 999 would be flooded with calls.
Fiona immediately became alert: "Weid, you are not participating too?"
"No." Wade said immediately: "Look, there is no me in the picture at all."
"Thank God!! You must pay attention to safety and don't participate in these dangerous activities!"
Fiona was literally admonishing him with tears in her eyes.
Wade nodded, only to see Ferdinand staring at him suspiciously.
Based on the father's understanding of his son, if he really did not participate, he would say something like "this activity is stupid" or "it is meaningless" instead of asking them to find evidence.
Vader blinked and mouthed silently, "I'm recording."
Ferdinand believed it.
Although there is a risk of being affected if standing nearby, it is much better than being flattened by the snake's tail.
……
There is no moonlight tonight.
The sea water looked pitch black and almost merged with the bare island.
The waves beat against a dark, towering fortress on the island. Apart from the waves going back and forth, there seemed to be no other moving object here.
There was no light in any of the windows in the tower, and it was obvious that it had been abandoned for a long time, but in the narrow room at the top, the only prisoner was still imprisoned.
The huge stone door was blocked, and the narrow gap in the black stone was the window of the room. A thin old man was lying on the hard bed, with only a dirty blanket on his body.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" in the room.
A palm-sized mirror was stuffed into the narrow gap and fell to the ground.
(End of this chapter)