Chapter 356: A Vision
Chapter 356: A Vision
"Here, your bubble tea."
Albert handed a cup of pearl milk tea with ice cubes to Nia, then sat down on the sofa next to her and took a big sip from his own cup, comfortably narrowing his eyes.
The last time he learned how to make tea with Mrs. Perenell, he not only picked up tea-making techniques but also casually acquired a rather un-magical tea art skill. Indeed, the red tea he brewed now tasted much better than before.
Daisy, who had casually flipped through the tea-brewing handbook, had also significantly improved her tea-making skills.
However, compared to Mrs. Perenell, there was still a considerable gap, which couldn't be helped. The price of top-quality French black tea was simply on another level.
To appease Nia's complaints over the past few days, Albert had bought a pack of glutinous rice flour from the supermarket and made pearl milk tea at home.
Glutinous rice flour was not commonly found in the UK, and it had taken him quite some time to find it.
Soon, pearl milk tea became a favorite in the entire family. On a hot summer day, a cup of it was truly refreshing.
Suddenly, Albert felt a furry sensation on his leg. He put down his cup, looked down, and saw Tom rubbing against his leg. Bending down, he picked up the cat.
"Cuddling won't help. You're already 20 pounds," Albert scratched Tom's chin and put him on the sofa next to him.
After returning, Albert had found that his cat had gotten fatter. Helpless, he reluctantly executed a weight loss plan for Tom, lest he become too lazy to run around when brought to Hogwarts.
If possible, Albert didn't really want to take Tom to school, worried that the mischievous kids might bully him.
There was no choice, as the little rascal didn't get along well with others.
In the past, when Tom was left at home, Nia would help take care of him. Now that Nia was in secondary school, Daisy and Herb were often too busy to take care of the cat.
This silly cat, unlike Sheila, couldn't fend for himself by finding his own food. If he wasn't taken to school, who knew what might happen.
He couldn't just leave Tom in the care of Grandpa Luke either. Although the elderly couple loved Tom, that wasn't an excuse to abandon the cat or hand him over to someone else.
"I can barely carry Tom now!" Nia said as she combed Tom's fur. "Grandpa Luke always says Tom should be chubbier to look better."
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Won't Tom get lost if he goes to school with you?" Nia was still a little worried. After all, they had been together for many years, and Tom was considered a family member.
"Don't worry, I asked an old friend to custom-make a cat tag for Tom." Albert took out a specially made cat tag from his bag, which Nicole had helped him with, and explained casually, "This thing has a positioning function."
As he spoke, Albert took out a compass. The needle of the compass pointed in the direction of the cat tag.
"With this, Tom won't get lost."
"Magic is so convenient!" Nia took the compass in admiration and tried it, unable to help but exclaim.
"No, magic isn't as convenient as you think," Albert shook his head. "Actually, we already have similar things on our side. It's just a pity that electrical appliances won't work if brought to Hogwarts."
"Oh!" Nia replied casually and asked, looking at the open book on the table, "What book are you reading?"
"A fortune-telling book. I'm self-studying crystal ball divination."
Albert was flipping through the section on crystal ball divination in the book "Piercing the Mists to See the Future". He had been reading the book for several days, but no skill related to crystal ball divination had appeared on his skill panel, making him doubt whether he lacked talent in this area.
Now he even regretted not asking Nicole Lumiere about divination knowledge.
"If you can really see the future, it won't be just you who can see it, will it?"
Nia leaned close to the crystal ball and examined it carefully. There was only a mist inside, nothing else.
Tom, ignored by everyone, stretched out his paw to tap the crystal ball, but Albert stopped him.
"I'm just self-studying," Albert said helplessly as he picked up Tom and put him on the ground. He then explained to Nia, "If I can really see the future one day, I'll be able to make a fortune with this."
"According to what you said, most wizards should be very rich. They just need to know the lottery numbers to win the jackpot." Daisy placed a plate of cookies on the table and muttered.
"Wizards who can predict the future are always a minority," Albert shook his head. "And most wizards don't even have the concept of pounds."
"Didn't you feed Tom breakfast?" Daisy saw Tom reaching his head towards the cookies and quickly picked him up. The greedy cat was still not giving up, starting to act cute to beg for food.
"A little less than usual. He's on a diet now," Albert replied.
"It looks like Tom is hungry!" Daisy patted the cat's head and asked, "By the way, didn't you want to study finance before?"
"I don't want to anymore. I've already found a better way to make money!" Albert had completely abandoned his initial dream of finance.
"Predicting lottery winning numbers?"
Daisy felt that her son had become very unreliable after spending two years at Hogwarts. His mind was full of strange ideas.
"Ahem, I'm just talking casually!" Albert interrupted Daisy helplessly.
Prophecy could indeed make money. One could predict the outcome of a match and bet on it; such practices were not uncommon in Europe.
However, without actual case studies, he knew it would be hard for others to understand.
On this point, Albert felt helpless.
Especially for people from the technological side, their acceptance was generally poor.
Daisy, for example, was very surprised that Albert had visited the legendary Nicole Lumiere, and she was indeed still alive and had lived for hundreds of years without dementia.
Shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Albert refocused his gaze on the crystal ball.
The crystal ball used by wizards was different from the fraudulent ones used by Muggle fortune-tellers. The ones used for divination were usually more expensive; the one in front of him had cost him 20 galleons.
Staring at the mist inside the crystal ball, Albert frowned slightly. If he could truly predict something, the mist on the crystal ball would be dispelled, revealing the scene he wanted to see.
Obviously, Albert had failed.
The crystal ball in front of him was still shrouded in mist, instead of showing the winning lottery numbers for this period.
The so-called "Piercing the Mists to See the Future" might refer to this. The wizard who wrote this book probably didn't have the talent for prophecy! Albert speculated maliciously as he continued to flip through the book.
Suddenly, the white mist in the crystal ball started spinning, and Albert immediately put down the book and stared at the changes in the crystal ball.
Nothing seemed to be happening in the mist.
However, after opening his panel and searching carefully, he found that there was indeed a crystal ball divination skill on it.
Albert immediately upgraded the skill to level two, then turned his attention back to the crystal ball.
At this moment, the mist in the crystal ball seemed to have thinned a little. Faintly, Albert felt that he saw a hand writing a string of numbers on a piece of parchment. (End of Chapter)
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