Chapter 292 Dang!

Wade paused, took out a blank friend book from his pocket, handed it over, and asked, "Do you know how to use it?"

Claire swallowed, took it carefully, and said, "Probably...you know? I've seen others use it..."

Wade nodded: "Write your name on it and you can contact me. I have other work these days and I will see you in about a week."

"Okay, I understand..."

Claire thought for a while and added: "I will contact other werewolves."

"I will also prepare a contract... What is your full name?" Wade asked.

"Griffin. My name is Claire Griffin."

Claire said with a smile.

…

After returning from Diagon Alley, Sirius had a mirror in his house, and Harry went to watch the show every day.

Later, Wade also placed two mirrors in his own home and Moody's home.

"Is this the magic version of the TV?" Ferdinand turned behind the mirror and said in surprise: "There are really no wires?"

"Really?" Fiona also circled around the TV, then turned to ask Wade: "What energy does it rely on to operate?"

Ferdinand glanced at her with a smile: "Of course it's magic, my dear."

"Ah! Yes!" Fiona clapped her hands, and then exclaimed: "Vade, did you really invent this? How did you do it?"

"Well..." Wade thought for a while before saying: "To put it simply, the main thing is to use spells to connect different mirrors so that they can show the same picture at the same time..."

Fiona nodded in understanding: "Well, in short... magic is really amazing."

"Is this a Quidditch match?"

Ferdinand quickly immersed himself in the TV show.

They already understood the rules of Quidditch, but this was their first time watching a game.

"Flying so high?" Fiona was frightened by the player's height and said worriedly: "What if I fall..."

Before she could finish her words, the two people in the picture collided hard and then fell straight down like a kite with its string broken.

The couple let out an exclamation 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 before being hastily carried away with their faces covered in blood.

Wade said with relief: "The spectators and players of Quidditch matches are all wizards. It is easy to control the situation when an accident occurs. Professional matches also have a dedicated rescue team of therapists, so fatal accidents are rare."

Fiona's eyes widened: "——Rarely? Does that mean it happened? More than once?"

Wade: "Uh..."

"Even if they didn't land, the speed when they collided was enough to break the cervical spine and rupture the internal organs." Ferdinand glanced at Vader with relief and said, "Fortunately you didn't participate in this kind of competition."

Vader:......

In fact, when he was in school, he basically rode his broom up and down the tower every day.

Of course, when flying normally, his speed does not need to be very fast, let alone the fierce competition in professional competitions.

But when transformed into a peregrine falcon, he can reach two or three times the speed of a broomstick.

Vader thought for a moment, skipped himself, and turned to Harry.

"...He joined the Gryffindor team in the first year. Once he fell from a height of fifty feet and only injured his arm in the end..."

Fiona: "Oh my God! Isn't he scared? If it were me, I would never dare to ride a broom again!"

"For Harry, this can only be regarded as child's play in his experience." Wade said: "In June, he also participated in the campaign to exterminate the Millennium Basilisk..."

Ferdinand: "What?!"

Vader: "...Thousand-year-old Basilisk."

While he was 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 currently has not many programs prepared. The wonderful clips will naturally be played repeatedly, and the audience will still enjoy watching them anyway.

And the streaming mirror is different from TV. The picture it presents is like a real mirror. It looks very real. The basilisk seems to be right in front of them and will rush out of the mirror at any time!

The Gray couple were startled again, and Ferdinand subconsciously stood in front of Fiona.

Then, they saw Harry rushing up to fight. Compared with the basilisk, he is extremely miniscule.

"Is this the basilisk?" Fiona exclaimed, "Is the principal of your school crazy?"

"No... the activities were carried out under the condition of ensuring safety..." Vader's voice was a little weak for some reason: "And in the end, no deaths were caused..."

He suddenly realized that his concept had unconsciously deviated a little.

Vader has become accustomed to large and small accidents in the magical world. In his opinion, as long as he does not die or suffer irreversible damage, it is basically a matter of a bottle of magic potion.

But for his parents, who live in the world of ordinary people, the scene of the basilisk beating people away is very scary. Considering that the "soldiers" shouting to charge are all teenagers, it can be said to be cruel.

If they could watch the live broadcast of the Potions class, there would be countless high-pitched blasts at the end of the class, and the number of calls to 999 would be overwhelming.

Fiona was suddenly alert: "Wade, you won't be joining too, will you?"

"No." Wade said immediately: "Look, I'm not in the picture at all."

"Thank God!! You must pay attention to safety and don't participate in these dangerous activities!"

Fiona was literally telling him with tears in her eyes.

Wade nodded, but saw Ferdinand staring at him suspiciously.

Based on this father's understanding of his son, if he really did not participate, he would say "this activity is too stupid", "meaningless", etc. instead of asking them to find evidence.

Wade blinked and mouthed silently: "I'm recording."

Only then did Ferdinand believe it.

Although there is a risk of contagion if you stand nearby, it is much better than being slapped flat by the snake's tail.

…

There is no moonlight tonight.

The water looked pitch black, almost blending in with the bare island.

The waves crashed against a dark, towering fortress on the island. Apart from the waves going back and forth, there seemed to be no second moving object here.

None of the windows on the tower had any light, and it had obviously been abandoned for a long time, but in the narrow room at the top was the only prisoner.

The huge stone door is blocked, and the narrow gap in the black stone is the window of the room. A thin old man lay on a hard bed with only a dirty blanket.

Suddenly, a "dang" sound sounded in the room.

A palm-sized mirror was pushed through the narrow gap and fell to the ground.