Chapter 199 Purpose
Meka Anders looked at the gold coin face up in her palm and narrowed her eyes:
"My life trajectory is very stable. In addition to a trip to Greece during the summer vacation, I also walked around Tewasha Manor, Diagon Alley, and Hogwarts...So, if I come into contact with this person, It’s probably in these places.”
"Besides, I don't know this person. In this case, I can exclude all the people I can name, including all the professors at Hogwarts, Sirius, and Voldemort."
"This man is also a very powerful wizard. He is good at invisibility spells and can rule out every Hogwarts student."
"So, Hogwarts as a whole can be eliminated, leaving only three places: Greece, Tewasha Manor, and Diagon Alley..."
"But I've only been to one place in Greece, the ruined city, where everyone died. Well, Tevasa Manor is not much different. Not a single powerful wizard is left.
This leaves only Diagon Alley. "
"But the divination result is that I don't know him, but I have seen or heard of him... Then it is possible that I heard it from others, or saw it through other media."
Then, it's best to use divination to narrow down the scope, otherwise it will be troublesome to find it... Meka looked down at the envelope with only a small piece left. He estimated that this small piece should be able to do another divination.
He once again took out a speckled hair, a gold galleon.
bite!
The divination results came out quickly, and the envelope was completely reduced to ashes.
"Not from Diagon Alley." Meka touched his chin, "So, either I heard it from other people's mouths, or it was seen by other media."
"I have experienced too many losses, and my memory is very good now. Moreover, I pay attention to those powerful people and can basically remember them. The only one who is very powerful is Boguna who lives far away in Albania. ·Rocco, I heard it on the radio..."
Although this person is far away in Albania, to be on the safe side, you can have a divination.
Meka tried divination without clues, using only a hair, but when the hair burned to ashes, the gold galleons in his right hand also turned into sand.
It failed... He rubbed the mud off his hands and thought for a while.
Is it a lack of clues and information, or does it have nothing to do with this person at all?
Meka failed to come up with a result, so he could only remember the name, put it aside for the time being, and focus on another route.
"The rest of the media... in the magic world, the most popular media, and the one I often pay attention to, is newspapers.
Well, next, first find all the newspapers you have read these days. "
Meka quickly settled on the note.
Under the premise of maintaining the progress of the fire spell, first understand the basic information of this person, and talk about the rest later.
"I've done divination several times, it won't cost a lot of money..." Meka suddenly thought of this and took out the gold-rimmed bag and opened it.
Seeing this, I was a little confused.
Another pile of gold mountains with a total of 3,000 gold galleons has now been exhausted.
There are only... well, only 200 left.
What a waste of money. Next time, you must remember to use it as little as possible. Use this kind of divination as little as possible, otherwise you will really become a pauper... Meka sighed and warned herself repeatedly in her heart.
He walked out of the dormitory and headed to the library.
The Hogwarts library has the habit of collecting every issue of the Wizard's Daily Prophecy.
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Observatory at night.
As soon as the hunchbacked old man showed his figure by the window, the gray mouse transformed by Peter Pettigrew rushed to the window eaves and made a squeaking sound.
Boguna squinted at the mouse, stretched out his right hand and knocked on the hunchback, and asked:
"Did you feed that beast today?"
When Peter Pettigrew thought of the monster, he couldn't help but think of the miserable condition of the goat. He couldn't help but feel a chill on his back and the hair on his hair stood on end.
This monster was very famous on the African continent. He had only heard about it a little bit, but only after this contact did he realize how terrifying it was.
Living with such a monster day and night, who knows when it will suddenly go berserk... Oh no, maybe the monster just needs to give him a little breath. If he cannot receive the best treatment, he may die worse than the goat. .
Dense blood spots appeared all over his body, his face began to rot, he vomited blood... and it only took less than a day for these terrible things to happen.
It's best that days like this pass quickly... he thought to himself.
Controlling the mouse's body, Peter Pettigrew stood up and replied:
"Master, we have finished feeding today. I see that the monster has recovered a bit from its injuries. Is it time to take action?"
"There's no rush." Boguna said softly:
"When that beast was in my hands, I was worried that it was too dangerous and I didn't dare let it regain its strength, but here, I don't have that burden."
"But..." Peter Pettigrew hesitated, and if he dragged on any longer, he might be the one who died first.
I have been cursed and cannot have bad thoughts towards my master, nor can I disobey his orders. So it is best to let him implement his plan as soon as possible, and then take shelter with the master, leave here, and stay away from Sirius... I thought of this , Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth and spoke again:
"I was in the library and saw the little wizard looking for recent newspapers. I remember that you seemed to have been in the Wizard's Daily Prophecy recently?"
Boguna hummed slightly, but didn't seem to care at all:
"It doesn't matter. If he wants to find it, let him find it."
He said, squinting and touching Peter Pettigrew's mouse fur.
Peter Pettigrew was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a strong death threat made his heart twitch.
The master sensed that I was disobeying him. I was going to die. It hurts so much. My heart hurts so much! ... Peter Pettigrew's face trembled with pain, he hurriedly lowered himself down, bent his rat legs, and knelt down on the window eaves like a human, shivering.
"Don't think too much." The old man said, "Otherwise you will die in my hands first, do you understand?"
Listening to the old man's voice, Peter Pettigrew only dared to lower his head and stare at the marble texture on the window eaves, and responded tremblingly:
"I understand, Master."
"Well, go ahead." Boguna said.
The gray mouse disappeared from his sight in an instant.
Boguna turned his head, looked at the moon, squinted and thought:
"The sword of Gryffindor. As one of the founders of Hogwarts, the legendary wizard Gryffindor's sword should be enough to threaten the one in my body."
He touched the wrinkled face on the right side and said to himself in his heart:
"You can't blame me. I helped you hunt in Albania and saved your dying soul, but you kept putting it off, unwilling to tell me the magic of eternal soul."
"Now another Sword of Gryffindor suddenly comes to my door... In this case, I can only do what I need to do while you are still asleep and let you reveal everything."
"You should know that I came here to find the life-extending potion to hang up my life that is about to decay, and the magic of soul immortality is my ultimate pursuit. As long as I learn..."
Boguna had greed in his eyes and smiled silently.
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