Chapter 467 Book of Prophecy, the Worst Goalkeeper? (1/2)

Chapter 467 Book of Prophecy, the Worst Goalkeeper?

Due to the arrival of the Quidditch season, the teams of the four colleges have to take turns to train.

This makes the class time of the "Defense Association" very uncertain, but the prefects of each college are talented and can always find time when everyone is free and arrange for them to train in Defense Against the Dark Arts in time.

After a few weeks, many people have mastered the Disarming Spell, the Obstacle Spell, and even the Shattering Spell.

This made Aaron quite pleased. Although the training of these people was just a child's play in his eyes, as Umbridge said, their Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not have a systematic course textbook, and there were few reliable professors for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was already precious to have such progress.

One night in late October, there was a thunderstorm in the sky.

After Aaron completed the teaching task of a class, he rushed back to the common room without stopping.

Entered the dormitory, closed the door, and then went into the secret room leading to the Shenming Temple.

In the dark secret passage, Aaron waved his hand, and a golden magic circle emerged.

Countless yellowish light spots flew out and attached to the wall, and the whole secret passage was suddenly illuminated as bright as day.

"I still have to get a batch of candles, otherwise the level of using light magic for lighting will drop drastically!" Aaron murmured, and Abe in his arms nodded as if he understood.

When they approached the exit, the man and the dragon heard melodious music.

The thought body was sitting in front of the piano playing a rhapsody, and the passionate and progressive melody made people feel excited.

"I feel good!"

"Of course." The thought body slowly stood up, "I know myself very well, and I believe you have almost made a choice."

"I guess so!" Aaron smiled reluctantly, and then opened the system's mall panel.

[Magic:

x-on:Mist and Magic Naraku (600 magic points, can put the opponent to sleep); x-on:Healing (300 magic points, detoxification, healing, clearing abnormal status); x-on:Telekinesis (1000 magic points); x-on:Divine Punishment (2000 magic points, using the resonance of one's own magic power and the surrounding magic power to create virtual life from magical objects); x-on:Fire Control (300 magic points)]

[Material:

x-on:Tentacles of Deep Sea Octopus (5 magic points); x-on:Seaweed (1 magic point); x-on:Holy Water (30 magic points, causes effective damage to demons); x-on:Venom of Acromanthus (10 magic points); x-on:Bee Sting (1 magic point)]

[Item:

x-on:Lazo Mask (2500 magic points, the wearer can summon the Shadow Legion Blade Group, Note: Collecting ten masks can control the Shadow Kingdom); x-on:Firebolt (50 magic points); x-on:Sheep Charm (1000 magic points); x-on:Book of Prophecy (500 magic points, occasionally makes effective predictions, but not necessarily what you need); x-on:Big bowl of instant noodles (5 magic points, one person definitely can't finish it)]

Aaron set his eyes on the 'Book of Prophecy', then took a deep breath and chose to buy it.

The next moment he held a book in his hand, with a circular silver frame and a dark green cover with an old face that looked like tree bark.

"I knew it." The Thought Body smiled as expected, "Sure enough, I didn't choose the sleep magic, even though I had saved up 600 magic points."

"It took me more than ten days to make this decision." Aaron said embarrassedly, "Wist and Fantasy Naraku is indeed good, but it can't deal with people who are stronger than me.

But a prophecy book is different. Even if it only gives one valuable prophecy, we won't lose."

The Thought Body nodded without comment, "Open it and take a look?"

"That's what I meant." Aaron opened the prophecy book with strong curiosity, and then immediately became stunned, "This, this, this... is too bullying."

"What's wrong?" The Thought Body hurriedly came forward and showed the same expression, "Is this... a wordless book? The real one?"

Aaron flipped through the whole book in disbelief, and there was not a single word in the whole book. He almost cursed in anger.

"Could it be like Riddle's diary?" The thought body said doubtfully, "Add a little ink to it and try."

"Makes sense." Aaron snapped his fingers, and a black shadow ninja handed over a bottle of black ink respectfully.

Aaron used the floating spell to extract a few drops of ink from the ink bottle and carefully dripped it on the blank area.

Sure enough, the black ink was quickly absorbed, and the whole page of paper did not change at all.

Aaron and the thought body breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that drinking ink would be fine, at least proving that this was not a simple wordless book.

"Hmm..."

The prophecy book suddenly made a soft whisper, as if it had just woken up.

The two looked at each other, as if they had thought of something, and closed the book to look at the face on the cover.

The mouth on the face moved slightly, and the eyes also had a hint of human color.

"Prophecy book? It's such a prophecy book!" Aaron said with a strange look.

"It feels like the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts, but they can move freely in the paintings and even visit other portraits. In comparison, this book seems a little worse."

"I am much better than them." The prophecy book said with a vicissitudes of life, "The two masters don't have to doubt this."

"Interesting." Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you make a prophecy to show us your ability."

"Ah this..."

"Is there a problem?"

"There is no problem with the prophecy, but the prophecy is random and may not be useful to the master."

"I know this." Aaron waved his hand impatiently, "I just want to know about your ability."

"I understand."

After a few seconds of silence, its expression became extremely solemn, and then it slowly spoke under the gaze of Aaron and the thought body, "Tomorrow the thunderstorm will turn sunny."

Aaron blinked blankly, "That's it?"

"Is this a weather forecast?" The thought body said speechlessly, "But it is more or less something that will happen in the future."

"Another one."

"I can't do it." The prophecy book said very calmly, "Under normal circumstances, there will only be one prophecy a day."

Aaron:......

How can you say it so confidently?

"Uh...haha." The thought body laughed awkwardly, "How come you have so many blank pages?"

"The prophecy is made randomly. If the master is not here when the prophecy is made, write down the date to check the prophecy for that day."

"That's quite particular." Aaron rolled his eyes, then looked at the thought body, "It's more appropriate to put this book in the Shenming Hall, what do you think?"

"I understand what you mean, but I'm not here for the Muggle Studies and Runes electives, in case I miss an important prophecy..."

"It's better than leaving it in the dormitory!

Besides, the prophecy only talks about the future. As long as you pay a little attention every day, we have enough time to prepare even if there are important prophecies."

The thought body was speechless, and then picked up the white magic wand and pointed it to the front of the hall.

A rectangular groove appeared above the throne, and the prophecy book automatically flew into it, and then fell silent.

"Alas! The dwarf's throne is the Arken gem, and my throne is actually a book." The thought body said a little indignantly.

"Be content!" Aaron said, "The Arken Gem has been melted into the sword embryo. In other words, there is nothing on the dwarf's throne."

The thought body curled his lips and sat quietly aside to read the magic book sent by Jins.

Aaron refreshed the empty commodity column and spent 30 magic points to buy holy water, preparing to make a few bullets that can cause damage to demons.

......

November is coming soon, and the temperature in the castle drops sharply.

In order to resist the whipping of the cold wind, many students wear scarves and fire dragon leather gloves.

Because Hogwarts held the Triwizard Tournament last year, the Quidditch game was not held, which made the first game of this season unusually lively.

The goalkeeper of the Gryffindor team was replaced by Ron Weasley, and Slytherin also replaced two batsmen. Crabbe and Goyle replaced Derek and Boll who graduated.

The game started, the two teams entered the stadium, and thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

The Quaffle was fought over by both teams, and the two sides fought back and forth.

But Ron, who was guarding the Gryffindor goal, was obviously not in good shape. He looked pale, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead despite the whistling cold wind.

He failed to defend several balls in a row, just like a puppet, giving Slytherin dozens of points.

"Tsk, in this state...how did he pass the selection?" Aaron hesitated to speak, and seriously suspected that Harry had let him go in order to take care of his best friend. It's not that he can't do such a thing.

"It's a little short." Hermione, who was sitting next to him, pursed her lips, "Ron usually trains very hard. Maybe it's his first time on the field, and he was too nervous facing the huge crowd!"

"Is this the time to be nervous?" Aaron said speechlessly, and then changed the subject, "But it doesn't matter, who made me a Slytherin!"

Hermione smiled awkwardly, and then seemed to think of something, "I want to talk to you about something."

"Just say it."

"It's like this, D.A..."

"Wait." Aaron hurriedly stopped her and glanced at Umbridge sitting in the teacher's seat without leaving a trace.

"It should be okay this far!"

"Past experience tells me that it's better to be safe than sorry.

Besides, the other party is a real villain. It's not that I don't believe in her character, but she has no character at all." Aaron said seriously, and then silently chanted a spell to create a soundproof barrier.

"Okay, go ahead!"

"Everyone's time is not fixed, and it changes frequently.

So I thought of a simple way to notify the members of the gathering time." Hermione took out a gold Galleon and put it in Aaron's hand, "See if there is any difference."

"Fake." Aaron said without thinking.

Hermione's expression froze, "How did you see that? I worked on it for a long time."

Aaron pointed to his eyes proudly and said meaningfully, "My eyes are different from yours."

The eyes of the gods can see through illusions, and the traces of the transformation spell on this gold coin are too clear for him.

Even without the eyes of the gods, with his mastery of Transfiguration, it is too easy to tell the real from the fake.

"But ordinary people can't see it. At our age, you are definitely a well-deserved genius."

"That depends on who you are compared with!" Hermione said with a pout.

"This is called there are always people better than you. You have to accept that there are people who are better than you!" Aaron said with a smile, and then looked at the gold galleon in his hand, "So what did you think of?"

"The number on the edge." Hermione raised her head proudly, "The number on the real galleon is a serial number, representing the goblin who minted the coin, but the number on the gold coin I made will change.

Each of us takes a gold coin, and when you want to change the time, you change the number on this gold coin, and the other gold coins will heat up and change accordingly, so that everyone can notice it."

"It's really painstaking." Aaron gave her an appreciative look, and then put the gold coin in her hand, "You still decide the time!"

"But... you are the teacher."

"I said before that I am only responsible for teaching, and I don't care about the rest." Aaron said confidently, "Hermione, you will definitely not let me down, right?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, her face flushed slightly, and nodded bitterly.

"Here you go." She took out another gold Galleon, "Don't let me notify others and you, as a teacher, won't be able to do so."

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded, followed by Jordan's voice, "Harry Potter has grabbed the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor wins."

Aaron looked at the court, and Draco stood there in a daze, his face pale with anger.

He wanted to curse, but thinking that they were currently students under the same roof, he still resisted the urge.

"You saved Weasley's life, but you may not have this opportunity next time. After all, this is the first time I have seen such a bad goalkeeper."

"Don't worry about it, Ron will be the best goalkeeper in Gryffindor." Harry said seriously.

"Wait and see, let's go." Draco said coldly, and then left the court with Crabbe, Goyle and the Slytherin team.

"Good performance." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "You didn't disappoint me."

"Harry is indeed the best seeker in Gryffindor." Hermione agreed.

"Uh... Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about Draco, he can finally control his temper."

"What?"

"According to his previous temper, he would definitely be crazy and provocative if he lost the game, but he would not lose the battle.

But this time he just left after saying a few words, which is quite an improvement!"

Hermione also felt a little incredible after reacting, "Maybe it's just a coincidence, I don't think Malfoy will change easily."

"It's true, but it's not necessarily." Aaron said meaningfully, "After all, Draco and Lucius are different, but it has nothing to do with you, you don't have to care."

Hermione:......

Gryffindor won the first game, and many people celebrated in the common room.

Only Ron looked painful, and even thought of leaving the team. After all, his performance today even made him feel stupid.

Harry saw his best friend's depressed look, and knew the reason. He persuaded him earnestly for several hours before he gave up the idea of ​​leaving the team.