Chapter 258 Information First
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 258 Information First
It is June now, the sun is shining outside the castle, and occasionally there is a cool breeze blowing, which makes people refreshed.
"Hi," Sherin, who was walking towards the woods on the edge of the field, greeted Draco's trio from a distance, "Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, I saw you all gathered here from a distance, mysteriously, what are you doing?"
"Ah, Schelling, it's you, come here quickly," Draco saw that it was Schelling, his eyes lit up, "I'll show you something, you first look at this." He stretched out his open palm, on which there was a big fat beetle crawling around in a circle. The pattern around the beetle's tentacles looked like a pair of ugly glasses. Draco's tone was full of complacency, "Can't you guess, what is it?"
An imperceptible light flashed in Xie Lin's eyes. He pretended to look at the beetle seriously, sneered, and said, "What's so hard to guess, an Animagus?"
Draco's mouth opened wide enough to squeeze a goose egg into.
After a while, he shook his head, came back to his senses, and said loudly, "Excellent, how did you see that?"
"Magic always leaves traces," Xie Lin said lightly. "No matter how clever a wizard or how hidden a magic is, it is impossible to achieve no trace... Look carefully, does the pattern near the beetle's antennae look like a pair of glasses?"
"Hearing what you said, it seems that this is really the case..." Draco first carefully examined the patterns on the beetle, then nodded, and said with a smile, "You are amazing! But you can't possibly guess who it is, right?"
"Of course I can't guess it, and I'm not a god... There are only seven Animagus registered with the Ministry of Magic in Great Britain this century, and there are no beetles in it..." Schelling shook his head with a smile, "But I guess it is a lady wearing glasses, and she is not young, at least forty to sixty years old. Do you think I am right?"
"Awesome!" Draco gave a thumbs up, "It's already amazing that you can guess this level. Let me tell you, she is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. I just accepted an interview with her and asked her to write a small article about Potter." At this point, Draco couldn't help showing a conspiratorial smile, "I promise to give him a 'big surprise'!"
"You," Schelling smiled helplessly, "didn't you promise me that you would not trouble Potter again and focus on improving your own strength? Don't forget, you shoulder the responsibility of the next Patriarch of the Malfoy family!"
"Certainly, of course I haven't forgotten." Draco snorted pretending to be dissatisfied at first, and then laughed again: "Since I promised you, I will definitely work hard. Even if I can't beat you, at least I can't even beat your confidante friends. It's just that after working hard, I can use a few words of time to disgust Potter without costing a lot. I can't let go of this opportunity!"
"Okay, okay, I believe in you, we are brothers, right?" Sherin put his arms around Draco's neck, "I can disbelieve anyone, and I will not disbelieve you, because you are my stupid brother! Hahaha..."
Draco blushed, and broke free from Schelling's arm, "Damn it, when I am stronger than you, I must call you 'stupid brother'! Just wait!"
The two brothers looked at each other, then laughed out loud at the same time.
Goyle and Crabbe couldn't understand what had happened to the two brothers and why they were laughing, but they were dumbfounded and followed suit, and for a moment there was laughter all around the shade of the tree.
"Okay, brother, I have something to ask you—" Xie Lin stopped laughing and said.
"You want Skeeter?" Draco quickly guessed what Schelling meant.
"Well," Xie Lin did not deny, "she is of great use to me, can you give her to me?" At the same time, the beetle suddenly spread its wings and flew up, Xie Lin's hand quickly raised, and pointed his index finger at the direction of the beetle and clicked in the void.
Draco looked at Schelling casting spells without a stick, and envy flashed in his eyes. He also tried to learn this spell-casting technique. For this reason, he also asked the ancestors of the family for advice, but he still couldn't master it exactly.
He carefully examined Xie Lin's face, and said after a while, "You want to use her to scout for you?"
Schelling's eyes suddenly became deep. He first looked at Draco carefully for a while, then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he snapped his fingers. There was a faint buzzing sound in the air. Draco recognized it as listening to a spell with his ears closed. Even Goyle and Crabbe, who were close at hand, would never expect to hear half of Schelling's next words.
"I'm really surprised that you can guess this so quickly," Xie Lin said indifferently: "Then, brother, did the ancestors of the family tell you what the outcome of wars and games depends on? Is it the number of people?"
Draco thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Logistics and resources? There seems to be a saying that an endless supply of resources is the biggest cornerstone of victory. In ancient times, the three armies have not moved, and food and grass go first, right?"
"No," Xie Lin shook his head. "In a real hegemony, information is always ahead of food and grass. If you want to become a qualified patriarch, strength and power alone are not enough. You must learn how to use various intelligence networks."
Xie Lin's pupils were piercing, and he said in a deep voice, "I have already formed an intelligence network of my own, but Skeeter has her own unique side in collecting information. You can see how powerful she is just by digging out Hagrid's identity as a giant's mother—this kind of old events decades ago..."
"What I want to obtain is the intelligence network that she has already established. I believe that it can form a good supplement to my own intelligence network and save at least ten years of effort in the growth and development of my intelligence network."
Draco nodded, expressing his understanding, and handed the beetle to Schelling one by one.
Schelling took out a crystal bottle engraved with alchemical runes, put the beetle in it, and set foot on the journey back to the castle with Draco's trio.
Schelling looked up at the castle, his eyes suddenly became as sharp as the eyes of a falcon, and he saw the faces of Ron and Hermione in the window of the Gryffindor tower.
He beckoned to Hermione generously, he could clearly see the astonishment on Hermione's face and the subsequent blush, and couldn't help but smile.After Hermione also waved to him, he went back to the castle gate.
(End of this chapter)
It is June now, the sun is shining outside the castle, and occasionally there is a cool breeze blowing, which makes people refreshed.
"Hi," Sherin, who was walking towards the woods on the edge of the field, greeted Draco's trio from a distance, "Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, I saw you all gathered here from a distance, mysteriously, what are you doing?"
"Ah, Schelling, it's you, come here quickly," Draco saw that it was Schelling, his eyes lit up, "I'll show you something, you first look at this." He stretched out his open palm, on which there was a big fat beetle crawling around in a circle. The pattern around the beetle's tentacles looked like a pair of ugly glasses. Draco's tone was full of complacency, "Can't you guess, what is it?"
An imperceptible light flashed in Xie Lin's eyes. He pretended to look at the beetle seriously, sneered, and said, "What's so hard to guess, an Animagus?"
Draco's mouth opened wide enough to squeeze a goose egg into.
After a while, he shook his head, came back to his senses, and said loudly, "Excellent, how did you see that?"
"Magic always leaves traces," Xie Lin said lightly. "No matter how clever a wizard or how hidden a magic is, it is impossible to achieve no trace... Look carefully, does the pattern near the beetle's antennae look like a pair of glasses?"
"Hearing what you said, it seems that this is really the case..." Draco first carefully examined the patterns on the beetle, then nodded, and said with a smile, "You are amazing! But you can't possibly guess who it is, right?"
"Of course I can't guess it, and I'm not a god... There are only seven Animagus registered with the Ministry of Magic in Great Britain this century, and there are no beetles in it..." Schelling shook his head with a smile, "But I guess it is a lady wearing glasses, and she is not young, at least forty to sixty years old. Do you think I am right?"
"Awesome!" Draco gave a thumbs up, "It's already amazing that you can guess this level. Let me tell you, she is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. I just accepted an interview with her and asked her to write a small article about Potter." At this point, Draco couldn't help showing a conspiratorial smile, "I promise to give him a 'big surprise'!"
"You," Schelling smiled helplessly, "didn't you promise me that you would not trouble Potter again and focus on improving your own strength? Don't forget, you shoulder the responsibility of the next Patriarch of the Malfoy family!"
"Certainly, of course I haven't forgotten." Draco snorted pretending to be dissatisfied at first, and then laughed again: "Since I promised you, I will definitely work hard. Even if I can't beat you, at least I can't even beat your confidante friends. It's just that after working hard, I can use a few words of time to disgust Potter without costing a lot. I can't let go of this opportunity!"
"Okay, okay, I believe in you, we are brothers, right?" Sherin put his arms around Draco's neck, "I can disbelieve anyone, and I will not disbelieve you, because you are my stupid brother! Hahaha..."
Draco blushed, and broke free from Schelling's arm, "Damn it, when I am stronger than you, I must call you 'stupid brother'! Just wait!"
The two brothers looked at each other, then laughed out loud at the same time.
Goyle and Crabbe couldn't understand what had happened to the two brothers and why they were laughing, but they were dumbfounded and followed suit, and for a moment there was laughter all around the shade of the tree.
"Okay, brother, I have something to ask you—" Xie Lin stopped laughing and said.
"You want Skeeter?" Draco quickly guessed what Schelling meant.
"Well," Xie Lin did not deny, "she is of great use to me, can you give her to me?" At the same time, the beetle suddenly spread its wings and flew up, Xie Lin's hand quickly raised, and pointed his index finger at the direction of the beetle and clicked in the void.
Draco looked at Schelling casting spells without a stick, and envy flashed in his eyes. He also tried to learn this spell-casting technique. For this reason, he also asked the ancestors of the family for advice, but he still couldn't master it exactly.
He carefully examined Xie Lin's face, and said after a while, "You want to use her to scout for you?"
Schelling's eyes suddenly became deep. He first looked at Draco carefully for a while, then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he snapped his fingers. There was a faint buzzing sound in the air. Draco recognized it as listening to a spell with his ears closed. Even Goyle and Crabbe, who were close at hand, would never expect to hear half of Schelling's next words.
"I'm really surprised that you can guess this so quickly," Xie Lin said indifferently: "Then, brother, did the ancestors of the family tell you what the outcome of wars and games depends on? Is it the number of people?"
Draco thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Logistics and resources? There seems to be a saying that an endless supply of resources is the biggest cornerstone of victory. In ancient times, the three armies have not moved, and food and grass go first, right?"
"No," Xie Lin shook his head. "In a real hegemony, information is always ahead of food and grass. If you want to become a qualified patriarch, strength and power alone are not enough. You must learn how to use various intelligence networks."
Xie Lin's pupils were piercing, and he said in a deep voice, "I have already formed an intelligence network of my own, but Skeeter has her own unique side in collecting information. You can see how powerful she is just by digging out Hagrid's identity as a giant's mother—this kind of old events decades ago..."
"What I want to obtain is the intelligence network that she has already established. I believe that it can form a good supplement to my own intelligence network and save at least ten years of effort in the growth and development of my intelligence network."
Draco nodded, expressing his understanding, and handed the beetle to Schelling one by one.
Schelling took out a crystal bottle engraved with alchemical runes, put the beetle in it, and set foot on the journey back to the castle with Draco's trio.
Schelling looked up at the castle, his eyes suddenly became as sharp as the eyes of a falcon, and he saw the faces of Ron and Hermione in the window of the Gryffindor tower.
He beckoned to Hermione generously, he could clearly see the astonishment on Hermione's face and the subsequent blush, and couldn't help but smile.After Hermione also waved to him, he went back to the castle gate.
(End of this chapter)
