Tom had thought about whether Evans's prophecy might have been a fool's errand, resulting in a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, but he felt that the probability was unlikely. After all, the devil's escape could be said to be a coincidence, but the subsequent trajectory was...
It's so accurate. Who knew that person could really rule the entire British magical world in the dark like a devastation? After all, the current Ministry of Magic still maintains a glamorous appearance, with a blazing fire and a flourishing appearance.
People know that the Ministry of Magic at this time is already strong on the outside and weak on the outside, and it only takes a slight push to completely collapse.
It is very outrageous. From the resurrection of Voldemort to the collapse of the Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic lasted for a total of two years. If calculated from the death of Dumbledore, it only lasted a few months, which was only a few days longer than the French during World War II.
That's all.
It's 1992, who would have thought?
So Tom sat up straighter and wanted to hear Evans continue talking, but Evans went around in circles, repeating the same routine: the devil was out of trouble, disaster was coming, and so on.
"Then there must be a savior?"
Evans did not object to this. There would indeed be a savior who would become the Devil's greatest enemy.
Tom was a little impatient. Hesitation was still very annoying when used as an adjective. He didn't really want to continue the conversation, so before ending the conversation, he said to Evans: "Since you can tell fortunes, let's take a look."
Can you do it with facial expressions, right?”
Evans nodded.
Tom took out his wand and pointed it at the table, turning the table into the shape of Hermione.
"Come, please look at this one."
"Can this person be the Minister of Magic?"
"Let me take a look..." Evans came closer and looked at Hermione's face carefully.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don't look very good. I think there is no chance of you."
Tom swung the wine glass and said, "Please take a closer look."
"That's not necessary," Evans waved his hand, and the patterns on the table disappeared. "I've always been very accurate in fortune telling."
"This person is one of the best among men. She is destined to become the Minister of Magic. You actually said that she looks different." Tom almost laughed out loud.
"A person who could have become the Minister of Magic, but did not sit in that position, I think you need to find the key variable." Evans smiled and said that fate is unpredictable, and maybe just some inadvertent behavior will cause it.
affect a person's future.
"A dozen butterbeers, take them away and charge them to his account." After hearing Evans' prediction, Tom wanted to order and leave. However, Evans stopped him - not to make Tom pay for the drinks.
Instead, he handed Tom a dragonskin purse.
"I know you have something to do with Dumbledore, don't deny it in a hurry," Evans's monocle lens flashed a reflection, he snapped his fingers, creating an invisible barrier around the two of them, isolating them.
Even the bartender a few feet away couldn't hear the conversation between them. "You hand this package to him for me. There is a very interesting gadget in it, with a very powerful curse on it. I
I've been working on it for a while. To me, this thing has no value anymore, but I think you need it."
"Remember, don't open it yourself, just give it to Dumbledore." Evans was still a little worried and warned him again.
"Who are you?" Tom asked, holding the leather bag in his hand.
Evans turned his head and looked at Tom, "The name is just a code name, it's not important. I can be called Evans, or Klein, or Lucifer. If you want, I don't have any objection to calling me monkey. I'm just a
Passerby, I want to do some small business with you."
At this time, the bartender pushed the packaged butterbeer over, and Evans removed the barrier and waved to Tom, "Okay, see you next time."
Tom put the small leather bag into his pocket, took the butterbeer and walked out of the door of the Hog's Head pub. At this time, the witch sitting in the corner also put her hands in her sleeves and stood up, and Tom suddenly took out his own.
magic wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
A wand flew out in a swirl.
All of a sudden, it was like poking a hornet's nest. All the guests in the Pig's Head Bar stood up. Only Evans was still sitting there leisurely, drinking and watching the show.
"What do you mean?" the witch asked Tom in a hoarse and harsh voice.
Tom was too lazy to pay attention to him. Please explain to me first. When I went out, you stood up with the wand. What does this mean?
The wand in Tom's hand was always pointed at the witch, and the other guests were also on high alert, clenching their wands in their hands under their robes. The air in the bar was almost frozen, and a battle seemed about to break out.
At this time, the tall bar owner slammed the table, "I'm going to beat him out!"
He looked at Tom and said, "Put that thing away. I guarantee you that the bar is absolutely safe. I'll let this guy leave later."
Tom looked at the wizard dressed as a witch and smiled: "You're a mouse hiding your head and showing your tail. This disguise is really bad, but only a blind man can't tell that you are disguised as a woman."
"Witch" was shocked when he heard this. He never expected that his disguise would be easily seen through! Seeing the people around him casting their eyes over, he felt a few drops of cold sweat break out on his forehead. He was a little agitated.
Regretful, I was in trouble this time. I originally wanted to follow him quietly to see if there was a chance to mop up some trouble, but I ran into some trouble.
Tom lowered his wand, but at the same time prepared his basilisk form, and exited the Pig's Head Bar little by little. When he came to the road, Tom saw Dumbledore standing next to the post office from a distance, showing great interest.
looked at the advertisement posted outside the post office window.
Tom quickly picked up the pace and ran over, "Professor, I kept you waiting." As he said this, he handed over the butterbeer in his hand.
"This is the Butter Beer from the Pig's Head Bar. It tastes pretty good and has a unique flavor. Professor, why don't you try a few bottles too?"
Dumbledore took the beer with a smile, and then used a cleaning spell on them.
"The butterbeer there is very authentic, but the bottle is a little too dirty." He stared at the beer bottle with his blue eyes, carefully examining the bottle body, trying to find the remaining dirt on it.
"Professor, there is another weirdo who asked me to give this to you." Tom handed the leather bag over and then repeated what Evans said.
Dumbledore took the purse and gently opened it with the tip of his wand. A yellow-orange gold coin rolled out of it.
Tom intuitively felt that this gold coin was not that simple.