Chapter 351: Ved Gre - Male
Chapter 351: Ved Gre - Male
As the sky darkened and the bats became smaller, he couldn't make out the other person's name. Upon hearing this voice, he couldn't help but lean forward, trying to peek at the speaker.
But before he could do so, Ved suddenly snapped out of it, halting his movement and listening quietly.
At the same time, the desperate and haggard face of his father's friend, Uncle Randen, appeared in his mind.
He hadn't heard any news about that person for a long time.
Even today, Ved couldn't confirm whether Randen had real issues or if all his abnormalities were due to the cruel reality driving him insane.
Carrel seemed not to have considered at all how his parents would fare after he left home; his voice was as usual, with a rising tone, sounding full of vitality.
Another hoarse voice echoed in the cave, "Well done, Carrel."
As the person spoke, strange screams and roars came from inside.
Ved paused, then quietly peeked out.
In the dim and damp cave, there was a half-human-sized flowing mirror, displaying the scene of Hogsmeade.
Hagrid and Lupin fought from one end of the street to the other, the camera following the werewolf, and Ved even spotted the Weasley brothers' heads in the corner.
Ved paused slightly, then frowned.
It wasn't strange for the other person to have a flowing mirror, but the fact that they could 'live-stream' Hogsmeade's scene proved that they had at least one Mother Mirror, and the footage from this Mother Mirror wasn't being relayed through Aslan's Magical Workshops' central platform.
He instinctively wanted to investigate, but upon careful thought, he felt helpless.
To record as much wizard-related content as possible, Aslan reportedly sent out dozens of journalists worldwide.
Some daring fellows would even deliberately venture into dangerous places, like dragon lairs, and it was common for Mother Mirrors to go missing or get damaged.
Not to mention, for any invention, creativity is the most crucial aspect, and once the final product is out, replication becomes much easier.
Ved focused his mind and stared intently.
The hoarse-voiced man was middle-aged, with a slightly bald head, drooping eyes, disheveled stubble, and a prominent hooked nose.
He wore a loose shirt, a brown jacket, and dark jeans, dressed like a middle-aged crisis-facing telephone operator.
His name was Hasgar Granhite.
He sat on a stone, watching the scene in the mirror.
Carrel, with his golden-brown hair, sat cross-legged on the ground, a smile on his pale face as if he found the panicked people in the mirror amusing.
Holding a can of cola, he watched the screen, muttering, "Go on! Bite him! Bite him! What kind of werewolf are you with just claws!"
In the mirror, the werewolf had been subdued by Hagrid and lifted high.
Carrel clicked his tongue, dissatisfied, "Useless! He didn't even kill anyone, not even a bite. I doubt his teeth are just for show!"
"It's normal," Granhite said calmly. "After all, this is near Hogwarts, who knows how many powerful wizards are hidden here. Pack up, let's go, Carrel."
"Huh? Now?" Carrel asked reluctantly. "I want to see more of the werewolf's fate—see if he'll be sentenced by the wizard he trusted."
"You can find out the results just by reading the newspaper."
Granwhite was firm in his decision, and Carrel got up to help with the packing - tent, kettle, sleeping bags, coffee pot...
They even cleaned up every trace of their presence in the cave, not wanting to leave behind even a single strand of hair.
Vold dug into the pile of dead leaves to avoid being noticed by the pair.
To his surprise, he discovered that both individuals in the cave possessed magical abilities, and they were not like those wild wizards who often only mastered a handful of spells. Their repertoire of spells was comprehensive, and their techniques were standard.
They skillfully employed various charms, including the Cleansing Charm, Levitation Charm, Healing Charm, Summoning Charm, and Organizing Charm...
Carrel's proficiency in using these spells even surpassed that of an average third-year student.
However, their spells were not entirely smooth; like Neville before, they were sometimes effective and sometimes not.
Vold immediately realized that this was because the wands in their hands were not well-suited to them.
Granwhite and Carrel did not have a magical tent either; they used an ordinary tent purchased from a Muggle store, and the packages they carried with them were not charmed with the Disillusionment Stretch Charm.
Despite this, the two of them effortlessly shouldered the large packages after they finished packing.
Finally, Granwhite went to collect the Flowing Mirror. In the mirror's display, Hagrid had already led the werewolf into the Hog's Head Pub, and as the door closed, the camera could no longer capture the scene.
Granwhite couldn't help but say, "What a pity... That half-giant turned out to be one of them."
"A half-giant? No wonder that guy is so tall; he could subdue a rabid werewolf with just his fists."
"The giants I've seen are all shouting fools," Carrel said in surprise. "This guy seems to have a brain?"
"Yeah," Granwhite said with regret. "He should have been our companion... It's a shame we didn't discover him earlier."
"Don't feel sorry for him! Look at how he stands in front of those wizards—he's completely brainwashed and willingly becomes a dog for the wizards!" Carrel said disdainfully.
"There's no choice; not everyone can see the reality of this world like we do."
As Granwhite spoke, he pressed his palm on top of the Flowing Mirror, and it shrank to the size of his palm, which he then put away.
"This Flowing Mirror is really good; it's much more convenient than a camera," Carrel said, hugging his arms and watching from the side. "It's just a pity that it's so expensive... Damn wizards, more greedy than capitalists!"
Granwhite gave him a strange look.
"What's wrong?" Carrel asked, puzzled.
"Do you know who invented this thing?" Granwhite asked.
"Hmm? I think I've heard of it..." Carrel tried to recall and said, "It seems like an old man named More?"
"No, you remember incorrectly," Granwhite said. "The inventor is not Terence More; it's More's student from recent years, Ved Gre."
"Ved Gre?" Carrel was taken aback, then laughed. "What a coincidence, I also know someone with the same name... But I haven't seen him in a long time."
"Then you might have a chance to see him this time." Granwhite said.
"What do you mean?" Carrel asked, confused.
"The Ved Gre I'm talking about is the person you know—he's at Hogwarts!"
(End of Chapter)
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