The sky was dim just now, and the bat was very small, so he couldn’t clearly see the other person’s na. Startled by the sudden sound, he couldn’t help stepping forward, trying to look at the other person.
But before he could do so, Vid suddenly beca cautious. He stopped moving and listened quietly.
anwhile, the face of his father’s friend—Uncle Landon, who looked desperate and haggard, floated in his mind.
He hadn’t heard any news about him for a long ti.
To this day, Vid couldn’t confirm whether Landon really had a problem, or if all his oddities were just because he was nearly driven mad by the harsh reality.
Carrel seed to not have considered what would happen to his parents after he left ho. His voice was as usual, with a hint of upward tone, sounding full of vigor.
Another slightly hoarse voice echoed in the cave: "Well done, Carrel."
As he spoke, strange screams and howls also ca from inside.
Vid hesitated for a mont but finally quietly peeked out.
In the dark and damp cave, there was an unexpectedly placed half-person high Flow Mirror, showing scenes of Hogsade.
Hagrid and Lupin were fighting from one end of the street to the other, the cara continually following the werewolf, and Vid even saw the Weasley Brothers’ heads in the corner.
Vid was slightly taken aback, then frowned.
It’s not strange for them to have a Flow Mirror, but being able to "broadcast" scenes of Hogsade ant they had at least one Mother Mirror, and that this Mother’s Mirror’s footage didn’t pass through Aslan Magic Workshop’s relay platform.
He instinctively wanted to investigate, but after thinking carefully, he felt helpless.
Reportedly, the number of reporters Aslan dispatched to capture programs favored by wizards was as many as dozens, scattered worldwide.
So bold individuals would even venture into dangerous places, like dragon lairs, so losing a Mother Mirror or damaging it wasn’t uncommon.
Moreover, the key to any invention is creativity. Once the product appears, imitation becos much easier.
Vid focused and looked carefully.
The hoarse voice belonged to a middle-aged man, slightly bald at the top, with drooping eyes and ssy stubble, notable for his hooked nose.
He wore a loose shirt and a brown jacket, dark jeans, dressing like a telephone operator facing a midlife crisis.
[Hashag Glanwhite], that was his na.
He was sitting on a rock, watching the images in the Flow Mirror.
Golden-brown-haired Carrel sat cross-legged on the ground, a smile on his pale face, seemingly amused by the panicked people in the mirror.
He held a can of cola, murmuring as he watched: "Go on! Bite him! Just using claws, what kind of werewolf is that!"
In the scene, the werewolf had already been subdued by Hagrid and was lifted high.
Carrel clicked his tongue and said dissatisfiedly: "Useless! Couldn’t even kill a person, or even bite anyone. I really doubt his teeth are just for show!"
"It’s normal." Glanwhite said calmly: "After all, this is near Hogwarts, who knows how many powerful wizards are hidden here. Pack up, ti to go, Carrel."
"Eh? Now?" Carrel said reluctantly, "I still want to see the werewolf’s end—see if he’ll be sentenced by the wizard he trusts."
"Reading the newspaper will tell you the result just as well."
Glanwhite was firm, and Carrel had to get up and help pack up belongings—a tent, water bottles, sleeping bags, coffee pot...
They even cleaned up their traces left in the cave, not wanting to leave even a hair behind.
Vid burrowed into the pile of dead leaves, lest those two notice him.
He found that both people in the cave actually had a grasp of magic, and not like those wizards who could only perform a few spells. Their mastery of spells was comprehensive, and their actions were very standard.
Scouring Charm, Levioso, nding Charm, Summoning Charm, Organizing Spell...
Carrel’s proficiency with various spells even exceeded that of an average third-year student.
But their spells were not very fluent, like the old Neville, sotis effective, sotis not.
Vid saw at a glance it was because the magic wands they used were not very suitable for them.
Glanwhite and Carrel didn’t have a Magic Tent; they used ordinary tents bought from a Muggle Shop, and their bags weren’t enchanted with The Undetectable Extension Charm.
So after they finished packing, each stood with a huge bundle in front of them. Yet even Carrel didn’t show a troubled expression; they easily carried the bundles.
Glanwhite only packed up the Flow Mirror at the very end, and in the image, Hagrid had already carried the werewolf into The Hog’s Head Inn, and as the door closed, nothing behind could be seen anymore.
Glanwhite couldn’t help but say: "What a pity... that Half-Blood Giant is one of theirs."
"Half-Blood Giant? No wonder that guy is so tall, subduing a mad werewolf with just his fists."
Carrel said surprised: "The giants I’ve seen all howl and yell like fools, but this guy seems to have brains?"
"Yes." Glanwhite looked quite regretful: "He should have been one of us... It’s a pity we didn’t discover him sooner."
"Don’t sympathize with him! Look at how he stands in front of those wizards—he’s already brainwashed, willing to be the wizards’ dog!" Carrel said disdainfully.
"There’s nothing we can do; not everyone can see the reality of this world as clearly as we do."
Glanwhite said, pressing his hand on top of the Flow Mirror, and it shrank to palm size, being put away.
"This Flow Mirror is nice, much more convenient than a cara." Carrel said while crossing his arms, "The only downside is it’s too expensive... darn wizards, greedier than capitalists!"
Glanwhite gave him an odd glance.
"What?" Carrel asked curiously.
"Do you know who invented this thing?" Glanwhite asked.
"Hmm? I think I’ve heard of it..." Carrel thought hard for a mont, then said, "it seems to be an old guy nad Morry?"
"No, you’re mistaken." Glanwhite said, "The one who invented it wasn’t Terence Moray, but Morry’s student in recent years, Vid Gray."
"Vid Gray?" Carrel was taken aback, then laughed: "What a coincidence, I also know soone nad that... but I haven’t seen him for a long ti."
"You might get a chance to see him this ti." Glanwhite said.
Carrel was puzzled: "What do you an?"
"Because the Vid Gray I’m talking about is the one you know—he’s at Hogwarts!"
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