Chapter 292: Ding!
Chapter 292: Ding!
Vold reached into his pocket and took out a blank Friend's Account, handing it to Claire. "Do you know how to use it?"
Claire swallowed nervously and took it with caution. "I... I think so. I've seen others use it before."
Vold nodded. "Write your name on it, and you can contact me. I have other work these days, so I'll probably reach out to you in about a week."
"Okay, I understand..." Claire added after a moment of thought. "I'll also get in touch with the other werewolves."
"I'll prepare the contract too... What's your full name?" Vold asked.
"Griffin. My name is Claire Griffin." Claire replied with a smile.
...
After returning from Diagon Alley, Sirius's home had a new FlowMirror, and Harry went to watch the programs every day.
Subsequently, Vold also placed mirrors in his own home and Moody's house.
"Is this the magical version of a television?" Ferdinand turned to the back of the mirror and exclaimed in surprise, "It really has no wires?"
"Really?" Fiona also circled around the 'television' and then turned to Vold. "What energy does it use?"
Ferdinand smiled at her. "Of course, it's magic, my dear."
"Oh! Right!" Fiona clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Vold, did you really invent this? How did you do it?"
"Hmm..." Vold thought for a moment before answering, "In simple terms, it mainly involves using spells to link different mirrors together, allowing them to display the same image simultaneously..."
Fiona nodded, only half understanding. "Well, anyway... Magic is truly amazing."
"This is a Quidditch match?"
Ferdinand quickly became engrossed in the television program.
The couple had already understood the rules of Quidditch, but this was their first time watching a match.
"So high?" Fiona was startled by the height of the players and said worriedly, "What if they fall..."
Before she could finish her sentence, two people in the image collided violently and then fell straight down like a broken kite.
The couple gasped in unison, Fiona tightly gripping Ferdinand's arm, and they instinctively moved closer together, their fingers intertwined.
The two falling players hovered close to the ground and were then hurriedly carried away, their faces covered in blood.
Vold reassured them, "The audience and players of Quidditch matches are all wizards, so it's easy to control the situation when accidents happen. Professional matches also have dedicated mediwizards and rescue teams, so fatalities are rare."
Fiona's eyes widened. "Rarely? So, it has happened before? More than once?"
Vold: "Er..."
"Even without hitting the ground, the speed at which they collided would be enough to break their necks and rupture their internal organs," Ferdinand said, looking at Vold with relief. "It's a good thing you didn't participate in such a game."
Vold: ...
In fact, when he was in school, he would ride his broomstick up and down the towers almost every day.
Of course, during regular flights, he didn't need to go very fast, and it was nothing compared to the intense professional matches.
But when he transformed into a peregrine falcon, his speed could reach two to three times that of a flying broomstick.
Vold thought for a moment and, skipping over himself, began to talk about Harry.
"... He joined the Gryffindor team in his first year, and once fell from a height of fifty feet, only to end up with an injured arm..."
Fiona: "Goodness! Isn't he afraid?"
"If it were me, I'd never dare ride a broomstick again!"
"For Harry, this is just child's play compared to his experiences," Vold said. "In June, he also participated in the extermination of the Millennium Serpent..."
Ferdinand: "What on earth?!"
Vold: "...the Millennium Serpent."
As they spoke, the Quidditch match ended, and the massive serpent suddenly appeared on the mirror's surface. Its bloodshot eyes and long, sharp fangs seemed to drip with venom.
—Aslan Magical Workshop currently has a limited number of programs prepared, but the exciting clips will be repeatedly played, and the audience will still find them captivating.
Moreover, FlowMirror differs from television in that the images it presents are like a real mirror, appearing incredibly lifelike. The serpent seemed to be right in front of them, ready to burst out of the mirror at any moment!
The Gray couple was startled again, and Ferdinand instinctively stood in front of Fiona.
Then, they saw Harry charging into battle. Compared to the serpent, he seemed minuscule.
"Is that the serpent?" Fiona exclaimed. "Is your school principal insane?"
"No... it was conducted with safety precautions..." Vold's voice wavered a little, "...and in the end, there were no fatalities..."
Suddenly, he realized that his perception had unknowingly shifted slightly.
Vold had become accustomed to the various accidents in the Wizarding World. In his view, as long as no one died or suffered irreversible harm, it was essentially just a matter of potions.
However, for his parents, who lived in the ordinary world, the image of the serpent flinging people aside was extremely shocking. Considering that the "warriors" charging forward were all teenagers, it could be considered cruel.
If they could witness a live broadcast of a Potions class, they would probably make numerous sharp, blaring calls, overwhelming the 999 emergency line.
Fiona suddenly became alert. "Vold, you didn't participate, did you?"
"No," Vold said immediately. "Look, I'm not in the footage."
"Thank goodness! You must be careful and avoid participating in these dangerous activities!" Fiona was almost in tears as she admonished him.
Vold nodded, but he noticed Ferdinand staring at him suspiciously.
Knowing his son as he did, if he truly hadn't participated, he would have said something like, "This activity is stupid" or "It's meaningless," rather than asking them to find evidence.
Vold blinked and mouthed silently, "I'm recording."
Only then did Ferdinand believe him.
Although there was still a risk of being affected by standing nearby, it was much better than being flattened by a serpent's tail.
...
There was no moonlight tonight.
The seawater appeared pitch-black, merging with the barren island.
Waves crashed against the dark, towering fortress on the island. Aside from the ebb and flow of the waves, there seemed to be no other moving objects here.
The windows in the tower were all devoid of light, clearly abandoned for a long time. However, in the narrow room at the very top, a solitary prisoner was still held captive.
A massive stone door sealed the room, and a narrow crack in the black stone block served as the room's window. A frail old man lay on a hard plank bed, covered only by a dirty blanket.
Suddenly, a loud "clang" echoed through the room.
A palm-sized mirror was pushed through the narrow gap and dropped to the ground.
(End of Chapter)
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