"500 Gallons, congratulations to this guest."
After some uproar, the auctioneer also lost his mind and decided directly.
The jewel was lifted by the waiter and sent to Orsay, and Gallon was respectfully taken away.
Looking at the bright jewels in his hands, Otel nodded with satisfaction.
Even if he did not find out the secret, it was not a loss, but 500 Gallons would make people laugh at his eyes.
Saike looked at the lightning stripes inside the gem and curiously approached, "The patterns inside are really beautiful, but a little expensive."
"Well, I feel fine. It's hard for a daughter to buy a good heart."
"Whatever you want, I don't spend money anyway."
Ossell bumped the jewel, put it in his bag, and continued to watch the auction.
In the next auction, there were many precious magic potions and even a piece of magic knowledge.
Unfortunately, the seller does not need Gallon, but another precious knowledge.
This condition eliminates most of the wizards, and this knowledge only belongs to the ancient and powerful pure blood family.
In this regard, Ossell felt a bit regretful, because the security force of the auction was not weak, and it was difficult to seize it by force.
Moreover, the allied family behind the auction also has great influence in all walks of life. An unknown knowledge is not worth taking such a big risk.
After the auction, there was a cocktail party in the hall, but few people remained.
Most of the auctioneers left in a hurry after they got something. After leaving the auction area, the illusion appeared.
Listening to the air burst sound that kept ringing in his ears, Otel smiled thoughtfully. How many people left here simply?
"Otel, are you leaving?"
Saike chased him out of the meeting place, and he was stained with strong alcohol.
"Yes, you know, I don't like such an occasion." Ossell waved his hand. "Why, you found the seller behind?"
Sike, who is full of alcohol, looks sober and can't see the slightest sense of alcohol.
"I've just tried it out. Most families don't know the mysterious seller."
"That is to say, there are still some families who know."
Ossell saw the other party's idea at a glance, but he was afraid that he would cherish his own feathers after becoming a professor at Hogwarts.
"Tell me, who is behind it?"
"Rawak, a magic family from Africa."
Otel tapped his wand with his finger and sighed with uncertain luck: "Is it a rainforest? It's really memorable. It's been several years since the blink of an eye."
"Since you know, I won't interfere. I'll go back first, and I have some business to talk about."
Seeing that things have been done, Sike turns back to the reception and continues his purpose of coming here.
Listening to the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther, Otel took a look at Saike who went back to weave the net, and disappeared in the street the next moment.
……
"The magic test is normal, and the trace of elements is normal. Next, the hardness test is carried out."
Aosaier recorded the various data of the gem on the notebook, and carried out step by step according to the experimental sequence.
After an operation, Otel leaned lazily on the sofa and looked at the gem.
The crystal like material is wrapped with a bright silver lightning. Under the light of the dim yellow light, the two colors interact, giving the gem a layer of mysterious color.
However, it seems that this gem is really just an ordinary gem, and Otel has not found any magic traces.
Except that this special material has the effect of isolating and dispelling magic, all other data are very common.
After some thought, he had no clue, so he had to put the jewel back in the bag.
As for breaking the gem to see what the lightning is, he will not consider such a practice until he has tried all means.
Putting the jewel aside, Otel left home with his windbreaker.
He is going to visit some old friends now.
On a dark and windy night, a figure appeared in every remote corner of Yingguo.
……
Early the next morning, Ossell took his things and returned to Hogwarts.
As soon as the school gate was opened, a tall figure appeared behind him.
"Good morning, Osel." Hagrid's special loud voice came from behind, and his original sense of sleepiness was scared away.
"Good morning, Hagrid. Why did you go to the castle so early? I remember you didn't have the habit of eating breakfast in the castle."
Looking at the mud stains on Hagrid's boots, Otel guessed that the other party had just returned from the farmland.
"I'm just looking for Professor Sprout. Halloween is coming, and the castle needs a batch of large pumpkins, so I'm going to ask her for help."
Hagrid scratched his head as he spoke, his voice was a bit erratic, and his eyes could not help looking into the distance.
Ossell knew what the other party was going to do, reached out and patted Hagrid's stout arm. "Go back and use magic directly, and when asked, he said I did it. Don't run back and forth."
Hagrid's eyes were wide open, his face was red with anxiety, and he explained in bewilderment, "No, no, no, I didn't."
"I know. Don't worry about Hagrid. I won't tell you."
Ossell waved his hand and carried his suitcase through the corridor.
Some students who got up earlier saw that Otel was so dusty and his face was full of wonder. How could they not find that the professor had left school.
"Good morning!"
After greeting the students, he hurried past and headed for the office.
When he returned to his room to rest, the time had come to the afternoon.
After calling the domestic elves to solve the problem of food and clothing, Ossell finally had time to go to the principal's office.
I have to say that although there was no battle during his visit last night, the number was a little high, and those pure blood families lived in a particularly remote place, which made him spend a lot of energy.
The time in the afternoon always changes very fast. When we get to the door of the headmaster's office, the sun outside the window has become blood red.
Open the door, Dumbledore is carrying black tea, quietly watching the sunset.
The blood red sun shone on the centenarian, looking extremely lonely.
The silvery white beard also became pale like withered grass after running around.
"Otel, you are coming, sit down." Dumbledore did not turn around, his eyes still looked at the distance.
"Black tea, thank you."
Ossell tapped the table with his finger, and the next moment black tea appeared in his hand.
They stood side by side at the window, silently watching the new students who were taking Quidditch classes in the distance flying around in the sky.
"Did you get anything from this trip?"
"Is that how you usually watch what happens in school?"
Dumbledore smiled a few times, and a burst of anger broke his loneliness. "Tell me first, the old man likes to listen to stories."
"Nothing, just bought a strange gem." Otel took the gem out of the bag and handed it to Dumbledore.
After seeing the appearance of the jewel, Dumbledore's pupil shrunk a little, but he did not escape from Otel's glasses.
"Professor, you know what it is."
"Unexpectedly, I can still see this thing." Dumbledore put the gem in front of his eyes and carefully observed the lightning inside.
He put down his black tea, took out his old wand and pointed it at the jewel.
A huge magic washed the gem, and many unknown runes were sketched out by him.
With the constant washing of magic, cracks appeared on the hard shell, and the quiet lightning in it began to recover gradually.