Chapter 358 358. Making Uneasy Encounters

Scott looked at the broken mirror and put down the wooden board that was used as a seal.

"It seems I'm being smart." He said with a smile.

Think about it, how many alchemists have been studying magic texts from ancient times to the present?

If there was such a simple method to replace engraving or writing magic words, it would have been out of his turn to think of a solution.

Fred and George laughed too.

"When we tried it, we knew there was almost no chance of success."

"But we are also like this. We have to try it before we are willing to do it."

Eddie frowned, "If that's the case, do the factories that produce magic props also need wizards to do it manually? This would be too inefficient."

Eddie's father, Mr. Carmichael, is a capitalist and owns several factories.

In his opinion, Muggle factories have now become mechanized, but wizards still focus on handicrafts, which is too backward.

Scott didn't take it seriously. He said in a calm tone: "Think about the population of wizards in the magic world. Handicraft manufacturing is enough to cope with the small market in the magic world."

He had given up trying to be lazy.

He turned around and got another mirror, took out his quill, and honestly started writing by hand.

In fact, the combination of magic words required by [Magic Crystal Player] is much simpler than that of [Magic Mirror], and it does not require him to spend a lot of time. He just hates such repetitive mechanical work.

Since it was unavoidable, Scott quickly changed his mentality in a short period of time and regarded this production as an exercise.

To be honest, this is still very beneficial for him to master the magic coordination when writing the magic text circuit.

This is what he should practice too.

In order to satisfy his idea of ​​a one-second alchemical transformation, he had to turn this skill into instinct.

"Aren't you thinking of anything else?" Eddie asked.

Maybe it was because Scott gave up trying so easily that he was a little surprised.

Scott was calm and replied while writing seriously, "I don't want to think about it anymore. Even if such a method may exist, it cannot be developed in a short time."

With his current level of ancient magic writing and alchemy, there is really no other way he can think of except the clever trick he tried just now.

Eddie really couldn't turn the corner.

"This is too troublesome." He muttered. "If this is the case, it will not be conducive to us controlling costs."

Both Scott and the Weasley twins ignored him, each doing their own thing.

Eddie still kept mumbling.

"Originally, there were relatively few students taking the ancient magic text course at Hogwarts. This course mainly focuses on interpretation and translation, and there are even fewer wizards who are successful in their knowledge and can apply it to alchemy."

"If I want to do any business in the magic world in the future, I won't be able to recruit wizards who can inscribe magic circuits."

Scott successfully activated the magic circuit on the mirror and handed the mirror to him.

"Come on," he said to Eddie, "you put the plastic casings on the mirrors and put them in the boxes."

"Okay." Eddie reached out and took the mirror.

He turned around and found a custom-made hard plastic shell from the cardboard boxes stacked in the corner to wrap the back and four sides of the mirror, and then packaged the wrapped mirror in a white cardboard box.

The plastic shells and packaging were Scott's idea.

The plastic shell comes in four colors, corresponding to the representative colors of the four major colleges, and is also printed with the emblems of the four major colleges.

The packaging box is even simpler, it's all white, with the name of the product and the words "Joke Prop Studio" simply printed on it.

These things are all customized through Eddie's business channels, and the prices are very cheap.

But after packaging, it looks more upscale and formal, and it also allows them to make money more confidently.

Scott took another mirror and continued writing, and said to Eddie: "You can't think like that, you can make luxury goods. Many Muggle luxury goods are handmade."

"You're right!" Eddie turned around. "In my family's jewelry business, there is also a product line that is handmade. Of course, their prices are much more expensive than other products."

"The rich have more money." Scott smiled, "You'd better study how to make money from the rich in the magic world."

Fred and George laughed too.

"You can make money exclusively from those pureblood families."

"They always like to spend a lot of money to maintain their appearance."

Although Scott wrote the magic text circuit very quickly, it was already past 1 a.m. when they completed the order.

Stuffing all the packaged players into Eddie's backpack that had been cast with a traceless stretching spell, the four of them left the studio and came to the slide in the secret passage.

"Look where Filch and his cat are." Scott yawned and said to Fred.

Fred took out the Marauder's Map while yawning, and muttered: "It's so late, Filch should have gone to bed."

"Filch's ugly cat never sleeps at night," said George. "Oh, and don't forget Peeves. He'll yell on purpose if he spots us."

"I understand." Fred responded, and whispered the incantation to activate the map again, "I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things."

George held up his lit wand to provide him with illumination.

"Let me see..." said Fred, "Oh, Filch is in his office, the cat is on the basement floor, Peeves... Oh, that guy is near the library..."

George took a closer look and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! Dumbledore and Professor Binns are still in Professor Flitwick's office!"

"Have they been studying those two things!" Eddie said in surprise, "Maybe the box is a great treasure!"

George looked up at him, "Are you saying we shouldn't hand it over?"

"Maybe it's valuable?" Eddie said with regret.

Fred also looked up, "But the box was found in Hogwarts, it originally belonged to Hogwarts."

"Okay, okay." Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "I just feel a little sorry."

"Nothing to regret." Scott said.

He bent down and summoned a shabby flying broom from the slide and sat on it.

He took off for a distance and turned back to the other three and said, "Don't think about it, who knows if that thing will be a big trouble."

At this time, he found that the other three were looking up at him, without moving.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"Scott," Fred said, "I remember you carried a broom with you."

"It's a Nimbus 2000." George emphasized.

Scott laughed, "I'm used to riding a broken broom here, let's go."

He shrugged his shoulders, turned around and flew straight up.

The four returned to the castle, and Scott relied on his magical perception to take Eddie back to the Ravenclaw common room peacefully.

At this time, everyone had returned to the dormitory to sleep, and the common room was dark and empty.

Eddie shouted that he was hungry, so he lit the fireplace again and took a tin kettle from the table next to him to boil some milk.

He squatted by the fireplace and warmed himself by the fire, turned around and asked Scott, "Do you feel this way? Have too many things happened recently?"

Scott, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Everything." Eddie said softly, "Although we often talk about what we will do in the future, we all know that the wizarding world will be completely uneasy, right?"

Scott nodded.

They had all seen the videos secretly recorded from Little Hangleton Village and understood the seriousness of the matter.

Although the wizarding world remained calm on the surface after that day, they all knew that this was only on the surface.

In secret, in places they could not see or hear, there were still many undercurrents happening.

With Eddie's sensitivity to gossip, it was normal for him to sense the coming storm.

"Don't worry, no matter what happens outside, at least Hogwarts is safe." Scott could only say this to Eddie.

Eddie curled his lips, "But if this goes on, maybe we will have to hide in the Muggle world after graduation."

Scott lowered his eyelids and said in a flat voice, "There is no point in thinking about this now."

"Well, you are right." Eddie looked at the flames in the fireplace, "We are all students, minors, and can't do anything. It's better not to know so much."

Scott laughed a little, "Is this what you say to comfort yourself?"

"Then what can I do?" Eddie said with a bitter face.

At this time, there was a gurgling sound from the tin kettle, and the milk was overheated.

Eddie quickly took two cups, cleaned them with a spell, picked up the tin kettle and poured two cups of hot milk.

He took a sip of milk from the cup and continued, "Although I really want to know what happened, or how the Ministry of Magic dealt with those who were captured last time, we obviously can't install the panoramic telescope in the Ministry of Magic."

Scott also lowered his head and took a sip of hot milk. Hearing him say this, he couldn't help but smile and didn't respond.

"Maybe your guess is right." Eddie said again, "The things we sent to Professor Flitwick's office may really be a big trouble."

"Don't worry." Scott said, "Principal Dumbledore said he would tell us the result, I don't think he will break his promise."

Eddie sighed, "I just hope that no more major events that will affect the entire British wizarding world will happen, and the things in the wizarding world will also affect the Muggle world. Maybe we will have to immigrate to ensure safety at that time..."

At this point, he looked up at Scott, "Oh, sorry, you let your parents go abroad because you are afraid that the troubles in the wizarding world will affect your family."

"No way." Scott put down the cup and stood up, "There are many people who hate me, hate me, and may retaliate against me."

The next day.

Because he slept a little late, Scott was a little listless all morning.

Of course, in the morning spells class, Professor Flitwick also looked a little exhausted.

Although he was still trying to cheer up and teach everyone, there was still a gap between his performance in the usual class.

Scott was very nervous during the class, because he was afraid that Professor Flitwick would suddenly fall asleep and roll off the pile of books.

After the get out of class, Professor Flitwick turned around and left in a hurry, and Scott didn't find a chance to ask him about the results of his research with Dumbledore and Professor Binns all night.

Eddie was different from Scott. Since the morning, he had been busy distributing the finished products of the [Magic Crystal Player] according to the orders and collecting the money. He was very busy.

As expected, the [Magic Crystal Player] and the Ravenclaw Academy promotional video "Extraordinary Wisdom" became completely popular in Hogwarts.

Especially the Academy promotional video.

Because the player sold by Scott and his team only had this one video to play, and this promotional video was played in the hall on a loop all day on Sunday, the students of Ravenclaw Academy stole the limelight and walked with the wind.

Scott, a Ravenclaw student who was already famous, once again attracted a lot of attention because of the production of the promotional video and the player.

At the lunch table, Milton told Scott, "Even Professor Trelawney mentioned you in the divination class this morning."

"Oh?" Scott suddenly felt a little creepy, "What did she say?"

"She said..." Milton laughed, "She said that although you are still good, you can't become better if you don't choose to take her class."

"She is right." Scott nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you worried about? Are you afraid of Professor Trelawney?" Roger on the side looked at Scott in surprise as if he had discovered a new world.

"I just don't want to hear her say how I will die miserably." Scott said.

Roger laughed, "Everyone knows that most of the time what she says can't be taken seriously."

Scott nodded, and at the same time complained in his heart.

Most people don't know how terrifying Trelawney is.

If Scott hadn't read the "original book", he wouldn't know this.

The memory from his previous life told him that Trelawney was a very scary person, and the words she often said casually turned out to be fulfilled.

From another perspective, perhaps what Professor Trelawney said might not be a prophecy, but a curse.

I don't know what kind of luck it was, but after a little shock at noon, Scott actually met Professor Trelawney, whom he didn't want to see, in the afternoon.

It was after the afternoon class, when Scott was on his way to the Forbidden Forest, he met Professor Trelawney in the back garden of the castle.

The professor of divination had messy long hair, wore thick glasses, smelled of alcohol, and looked a little crazy.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney."

Although he didn't want to meet, since he met, Scott still politely greeted the professor who never left the divination classroom easily.

"Good afternoon, Scott Trollope, poor child."

Trelawney's eyes behind the lenses were wide open, looking at Scott with horror.

"The third eye told me that I must leave my classroom in the north tower today." She said in a pretentious voice, "but I didn't expect to meet you here, oh, my poor child!"

She looked at Scott with pity, stretched out a skinny hand, as if she wanted to pat his shoulder comfortingly.

"Oh!"

The moment her hand approached Scott's shoulder, she quickly retracted her hand as if frightened, exclaimed, and took a step back quickly.

"I'm sorry... child... I'm sorry..." She looked very sad, "I just realized..."

Scott looked at her expressionlessly and asked very calmly, "Excuse me, Professor Trelawney?"

"Oh no!"

Trelawney was about to say something, but suddenly burped, and then her expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, Scott also noticed something, and his face changed instantly.

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