Chapter 333: The Vagadu Witch
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Chapter 333: The Vagadu Witch
Half an hour later, they rode camels and headed towards the desert.
Hermione had a favorable impression of Clementine. During their conversation at the inn, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Clementine took them to the local market and rented three camels. Hermione picked a light yellow one. Afterwards, Clementine helped her choose a large sun hat and a pair of Martin boots. After putting them on, Hermione felt quite peculiar.
However, she politely declined the "local delicacies" recommended by Clementine, as they didn't look very appetizing to her.
Before her eyes stretched an endless sea of sand, with sand dunes connecting softly. She quickly lost her sense of distance. When she turned around, she could still see the buildings of the city in the distance. The sun grew scorching, and in the absence of wind, the air felt like a giant steamer.
Suddenly, a refreshing sensation passed from her skin to her fingertips, and she snapped out of her daze. Floating before her was a small box with chains, resembling a pendant box. She reached out and grabbed it; it wasn't very cold to the touch. She turned back, and Felix was nodding at her.
"I only brought one; it's a new product from the company, still in testing," he explained. "But it can cover about twenty feet." He called Clementine over, and the three of them walked side by side. Clementine marveled at this little thing.
"We have similar magic in our tents, but it can't be used inside the pyramids."
Wearing the pendant box, Hermione felt invigorated. She was fascinated by every detail they passed, like the plants growing on the rocks in the sand dunes or the sudden appearance of a large gecko. They even saw a gray snake.
After walking for about an hour, the three of them arrived near a tall pyramid. In the shade, they could see seven or eight tents, surrounded by scattered equipment. It looked like a small archaeological team.
Felix's curiosity was piqued. "Have you obtained the support of the local government?"
Clementine smiled and said, "We have legitimate documents recognized by the government, but it's just a cover." They arrived at the tent camp, tied the camels to wooden stakes, and two people walked out of the tent. They were dressed just like Clementine, blending in with the locals. Felix also noticed tourists taking photos not far away.
"This is Faisal Abdul Izz Kampachi Duimuh," Clementine looked at the person awkwardly, "what's after that?"
The young man mumbled, "Just call me Faisal."
Clementine whispered to them, "Faisal's name has four parts, each equivalent to our full name. I wanted to introduce properly, but I can't remember since I rarely use it."
Another middle-aged wizard with a brown robe on his shoulder said, "Just call me Rahman." He extended his hand, shaking hands with Felix.
After some pleasantries, they agreed to enter the pyramid at two in the afternoon. "We're also waiting for someone from headquarters," the middle-aged wizard explained.
Clementine led Felix and Hermione to the back of the tents. "Professor Harp, you can stay in Bill's tent. He took all his personal belongings with him. Hermione and I will share a tent, which works out for chatting."
"Bill Weasley isn't here?" Felix asked, suddenly remembering what Mrs. Weasley mentioned about her two sons, Bill and Charlie, returning in a few days. As expected, Clementine provided a unanimous explanation.
"He's on vacation. The Quidditch World Cup is about to start, so most people in the camp took leave and went home," Clementine said. "Otherwise, with old friends reuniting, there would be a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Quidditch, so I applied to stay back."
When Hermione heard the name Bill Weasley, her eyes lit up. "Is he Ron's older brother?"
Felix nodded at her. "Exactly, he works here as a curse breaker for Gringotts." Then he looked at Clementine. "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family."
For the remaining time, Clementine took out a thick notebook and threw all the accumulated questions at Felix. He answered them quickly, but Clementine's mood wasn't good. He exchanged a glance with Hermione and made an excuse to go for a walk nearby.
Inside the tent, Clementine said with some frustration to Hermione, "Gringotts recently hired a graduate from Ravenclaw. She excels in magical linguistics."
"Who is it?"
Clementine mentioned a name. Hermione remained silent. She had seen that person during her studies. The person wasn't exceptional among this year's graduates, but that could be attributed to Clementine having graduated much earlier, missing out on the professor's unconventional teaching methods and a series of magical pedagogies.
"The professor started a new company, did you know?" Hermione cautiously asked.
"I'm not sure," Clementine hesitated, "When did this happen?"
"Recently, I think. The company is called 'Future World.' Professor Lupinoh, he used to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Now he's in charge of managing Future World. He told me that the professor wants to transform the magical world." Hermione rambled on.
"Transform the magical world?" Clementine was taken aback.
"I guess it's about changing wizards' lives," Hermione said uncertainly. "I saw magical lamps and this little thing." She tugged on the chain of the small box around her neck. "I assume the professor must have extensively studied Muggle world technology, which is quite evident in his books..."
They chatted away, their expressions shifting between excitement and uncertainty. Meanwhile, Felix took a stroll around the large pyramid. Along the way, he saw tourists from different countries, but they weren't too crowded. He even helped a large family take a photo and received seven thank-yous in return.
In a discreet corner of the pyramid, he sensed traces of magic. 'This should be the entrance.' Felix thought, but he was more curious about the magical environment of Egypt.
From his observations so far, at least twelve people seemed to be wizardsnormal in a city like Cairo. But what surprised him was that among those twelve, five were unmistakably witches. They dressed in exaggerated clothing, selling various mystical items like talismans and voodoo dolls.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
Of course, these so-called mystical items lacked any magical trace, otherwise they wouldn't dare to show off so openly.
A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a few words exchanged between them:
"I heard... Gypsy witches... famous for divination..."
"Really? Then we have to try it!"
Felix blinked his eyes. He followed behind them to a conspicuously decorated tent. A long line formed, and he quietly waited for a while, overhearing many miraculous stories about a diviner named "Ceiavira."
Supposedly, her crystal ball and tarot card readings were extremely accurate. Many people traveled far just to have a session with her.
Riphentine quickly shook her head, "No, no, I can't predict for wizards."
"Is the cost too high?"
"See that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do a prophecy for the headmaster, and your results will be the same." Riphentine made a burning gesture. "My teacher pulled out a strand of my hair and only then told me that if I did a prophecy for a powerful wizard, I'd even risk my life!"
She took another bite of the pear, "That was the last lesson she gave me. After that, I graduated. Later, I found that jobs were hard to come by. I thought since the cost of doing prophecies for wizards was so high, what about ordinary people?"
"So you chose this place? Doing divination for tourists?"
"Smart, right? I carefully choose my subjects for divination, making vague predictions that are somewhat easy to judge. I even use these things for disguise. Muggles all believe this..." She pointed at various mystical items in the tent, "I spent a total of 2000 Egyptian pounds."
"Just under a hundred pounds, indeed cheap. But you mentioned earlier that you've obtained the Ministry of Magic's approval" Felix was quite curious. Did this count as violating the secrecy law or exposing the wizarding world?
"What can I say?" Riphentine looked at him with a troubled expression. "I know the secrecy law; you want to ask about that, right? But the situation is different in each country..."
She bit the pear core with her teeth and slid her hands left and right, saying vaguely, "In Africa, mysticism is prevalent. It's hard to distinguish between true and false, and everyone takes it for granted. I even got invited by tribal leaders to share rainmaking experiences."
"You can make rain too?"
"Neither can they! When the time comes, I'll show off a bit, exchange a few compliments, and I'll end up with quite a bit of gold."
Felix was truly amazed. These things couldn't be seen or heard in the black market. They talked for quite a while. Before they left, Riphentine stopped Felix.
"Are you the assistant called by Clementine for help?" She cautiously asked.
"How did you know?"
"This matter made quite a stir. That person almost didn't make it back. I took a look and his face was as swollen as a coconut, covered in weeds..."
She glanced at the Galleons on the table, gritted her teeth, "Since you've paid me two months' income, I'll take a look for you. But I won't do a prophecy for you! Don't even think about it!"
"So, what do you mean?"
"Get someone else, a companion who's weaker, to go with you into the Pyramid."
Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Riphentine, looking bewildered. Riphentine changed back to her Gypsy appearance, her face adorned with various painted patterns.
"It's just the three of us here." Felix chuckled.
"It's a sign of respect for magic," Riphentine retorted earnestly.
Hermione hesitantly asked, "Um... Professor? What are we supposed to do?"
"Divination, child. I'm going to do a divination for you." Riphentine said with a calm, distant voice, reminding Hermione of Professor Trelawney's mystical mannerisms.
Were all diviners cut from the same mold in the wizarding world?
Riphentine stared at Hermione closely, "I need a strand of your hair... you have a lot of hair, but the texture isn't great." She suddenly reached out and plucked a few strands of hair, "Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed in pain, glaring at her with anger.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll give you a pear later." Riphentine consoled her. She twisted Hermione's hair, the brown strands constantly twisting and solidifying into silver-white where they touched Riphentine's fingers, like strands of silver.
When the edges of the hair also solidified completely, Riphentine let go, and the hair, fragile as porcelain, fell and shattered the moment it touched the velvet surface of the table.
Holding her breath, Riphentine carefully observed the powder and gently manipulated it with her fingers from time to time.
"Weird..." she said.
"Ha, this answer isn't surprising to me." Hermione muttered and rubbed her head.
"No, what's weird is that your figure is shrouded in mist, not very clear, but... it's happened before." Riphentine shrugged, "Don't worry, you're safe this time, at least you are."
"Thank you for your trouble," Hermione gave a sarcastic smile, feeling a little sorry for her hair.
"No need to be polite." Riphentine showcased a facial transformation technique before her, leaving Hermione staring blankly and even forgetting to refuse the pear Riphentine handed her.
On the way back, Hermione asked about Riphentine's background. Felix briefly explained, and when they returned to the campsite, they saw a figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointed ears, although the skin color didn't match. If not for the discrepancy, he would have mistaken it for a house-elf named Dobby. But this was actually a fairy, a fairy from Gringotts.
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Chapter 333: The Vagadu Witch
Half an hour later, they rode camels and headed towards the desert.
Hermione had a favorable impression of Clementine. During their conversation at the inn, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Clementine took them to the local market and rented three camels. Hermione picked a light yellow one. Afterwards, Clementine helped her choose a large sun hat and a pair of Martin boots. After putting them on, Hermione felt quite peculiar.
However, she politely declined the "local delicacies" recommended by Clementine, as they didn't look very appetizing to her.
Before her eyes stretched an endless sea of sand, with sand dunes connecting softly. She quickly lost her sense of distance. When she turned around, she could still see the buildings of the city in the distance. The sun grew scorching, and in the absence of wind, the air felt like a giant steamer.
Suddenly, a refreshing sensation passed from her skin to her fingertips, and she snapped out of her daze. Floating before her was a small box with chains, resembling a pendant box. She reached out and grabbed it; it wasn't very cold to the touch. She turned back, and Felix was nodding at her.
"I only brought one; it's a new product from the company, still in testing," he explained. "But it can cover about twenty feet." He called Clementine over, and the three of them walked side by side. Clementine marveled at this little thing.
"We have similar magic in our tents, but it can't be used inside the pyramids."
Wearing the pendant box, Hermione felt invigorated. She was fascinated by every detail they passed, like the plants growing on the rocks in the sand dunes or the sudden appearance of a large gecko. They even saw a gray snake.
After walking for about an hour, the three of them arrived near a tall pyramid. In the shade, they could see seven or eight tents, surrounded by scattered equipment. It looked like a small archaeological team.
Felix's curiosity was piqued. "Have you obtained the support of the local government?"
Clementine smiled and said, "We have legitimate documents recognized by the government, but it's just a cover." They arrived at the tent camp, tied the camels to wooden stakes, and two people walked out of the tent. They were dressed just like Clementine, blending in with the locals. Felix also noticed tourists taking photos not far away.
"This is Faisal Abdul Izz Kampachi Duimuh," Clementine looked at the person awkwardly, "what's after that?"
The young man mumbled, "Just call me Faisal."
Clementine whispered to them, "Faisal's name has four parts, each equivalent to our full name. I wanted to introduce properly, but I can't remember since I rarely use it."
Another middle-aged wizard with a brown robe on his shoulder said, "Just call me Rahman." He extended his hand, shaking hands with Felix.
After some pleasantries, they agreed to enter the pyramid at two in the afternoon. "We're also waiting for someone from headquarters," the middle-aged wizard explained.
Clementine led Felix and Hermione to the back of the tents. "Professor Harp, you can stay in Bill's tent. He took all his personal belongings with him. Hermione and I will share a tent, which works out for chatting."
"Bill Weasley isn't here?" Felix asked, suddenly remembering what Mrs. Weasley mentioned about her two sons, Bill and Charlie, returning in a few days. As expected, Clementine provided a unanimous explanation.
"He's on vacation. The Quidditch World Cup is about to start, so most people in the camp took leave and went home," Clementine said. "Otherwise, with old friends reuniting, there would be a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Quidditch, so I applied to stay back."
When Hermione heard the name Bill Weasley, her eyes lit up. "Is he Ron's older brother?"
Felix nodded at her. "Exactly, he works here as a curse breaker for Gringotts." Then he looked at Clementine. "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family."
For the remaining time, Clementine took out a thick notebook and threw all the accumulated questions at Felix. He answered them quickly, but Clementine's mood wasn't good. He exchanged a glance with Hermione and made an excuse to go for a walk nearby.
Inside the tent, Clementine said with some frustration to Hermione, "Gringotts recently hired a graduate from Ravenclaw. She excels in magical linguistics."
"Who is it?"
Clementine mentioned a name. Hermione remained silent. She had seen that person during her studies. The person wasn't exceptional among this year's graduates, but that could be attributed to Clementine having graduated much earlier, missing out on the professor's unconventional teaching methods and a series of magical pedagogies.
"The professor started a new company, did you know?" Hermione cautiously asked.
"I'm not sure," Clementine hesitated, "When did this happen?"
"Recently, I think. The company is called 'Future World.' Professor Lupinoh, he used to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Now he's in charge of managing Future World. He told me that the professor wants to transform the magical world." Hermione rambled on.
"Transform the magical world?" Clementine was taken aback.
"I guess it's about changing wizards' lives," Hermione said uncertainly. "I saw magical lamps and this little thing." She tugged on the chain of the small box around her neck. "I assume the professor must have extensively studied Muggle world technology, which is quite evident in his books..."
They chatted away, their expressions shifting between excitement and uncertainty. Meanwhile, Felix took a stroll around the large pyramid. Along the way, he saw tourists from different countries, but they weren't too crowded. He even helped a large family take a photo and received seven thank-yous in return.
In a discreet corner of the pyramid, he sensed traces of magic. 'This should be the entrance.' Felix thought, but he was more curious about the magical environment of Egypt.
From his observations so far, at least twelve people seemed to be wizardsnormal in a city like Cairo. But what surprised him was that among those twelve, five were unmistakably witches. They dressed in exaggerated clothing, selling various mystical items like talismans and voodoo dolls.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
Of course, these so-called mystical items lacked any magical trace, otherwise they wouldn't dare to show off so openly.
A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a few words exchanged between them:
"I heard... Gypsy witches... famous for divination..."
"Really? Then we have to try it!"
Felix blinked his eyes. He followed behind them to a conspicuously decorated tent. A long line formed, and he quietly waited for a while, overhearing many miraculous stories about a diviner named "Ceiavira."
Supposedly, her crystal ball and tarot card readings were extremely accurate. Many people traveled far just to have a session with her.
Riphentine quickly shook her head, "No, no, I can't predict for wizards."
"Is the cost too high?"
"See that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do a prophecy for the headmaster, and your results will be the same." Riphentine made a burning gesture. "My teacher pulled out a strand of my hair and only then told me that if I did a prophecy for a powerful wizard, I'd even risk my life!"
She took another bite of the pear, "That was the last lesson she gave me. After that, I graduated. Later, I found that jobs were hard to come by. I thought since the cost of doing prophecies for wizards was so high, what about ordinary people?"
"So you chose this place? Doing divination for tourists?"
"Smart, right? I carefully choose my subjects for divination, making vague predictions that are somewhat easy to judge. I even use these things for disguise. Muggles all believe this..." She pointed at various mystical items in the tent, "I spent a total of 2000 Egyptian pounds."
"Just under a hundred pounds, indeed cheap. But you mentioned earlier that you've obtained the Ministry of Magic's approval" Felix was quite curious. Did this count as violating the secrecy law or exposing the wizarding world?
"What can I say?" Riphentine looked at him with a troubled expression. "I know the secrecy law; you want to ask about that, right? But the situation is different in each country..."
She bit the pear core with her teeth and slid her hands left and right, saying vaguely, "In Africa, mysticism is prevalent. It's hard to distinguish between true and false, and everyone takes it for granted. I even got invited by tribal leaders to share rainmaking experiences."
"You can make rain too?"
"Neither can they! When the time comes, I'll show off a bit, exchange a few compliments, and I'll end up with quite a bit of gold."
Felix was truly amazed. These things couldn't be seen or heard in the black market. They talked for quite a while. Before they left, Riphentine stopped Felix.
"Are you the assistant called by Clementine for help?" She cautiously asked.
"How did you know?"
"This matter made quite a stir. That person almost didn't make it back. I took a look and his face was as swollen as a coconut, covered in weeds..."
She glanced at the Galleons on the table, gritted her teeth, "Since you've paid me two months' income, I'll take a look for you. But I won't do a prophecy for you! Don't even think about it!"
"So, what do you mean?"
"Get someone else, a companion who's weaker, to go with you into the Pyramid."
Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Riphentine, looking bewildered. Riphentine changed back to her Gypsy appearance, her face adorned with various painted patterns.
"It's just the three of us here." Felix chuckled.
"It's a sign of respect for magic," Riphentine retorted earnestly.
Hermione hesitantly asked, "Um... Professor? What are we supposed to do?"
"Divination, child. I'm going to do a divination for you." Riphentine said with a calm, distant voice, reminding Hermione of Professor Trelawney's mystical mannerisms.
Were all diviners cut from the same mold in the wizarding world?
Riphentine stared at Hermione closely, "I need a strand of your hair... you have a lot of hair, but the texture isn't great." She suddenly reached out and plucked a few strands of hair, "Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed in pain, glaring at her with anger.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll give you a pear later." Riphentine consoled her. She twisted Hermione's hair, the brown strands constantly twisting and solidifying into silver-white where they touched Riphentine's fingers, like strands of silver.
When the edges of the hair also solidified completely, Riphentine let go, and the hair, fragile as porcelain, fell and shattered the moment it touched the velvet surface of the table.
Holding her breath, Riphentine carefully observed the powder and gently manipulated it with her fingers from time to time.
"Weird..." she said.
"Ha, this answer isn't surprising to me." Hermione muttered and rubbed her head.
"No, what's weird is that your figure is shrouded in mist, not very clear, but... it's happened before." Riphentine shrugged, "Don't worry, you're safe this time, at least you are."
"Thank you for your trouble," Hermione gave a sarcastic smile, feeling a little sorry for her hair.
"No need to be polite." Riphentine showcased a facial transformation technique before her, leaving Hermione staring blankly and even forgetting to refuse the pear Riphentine handed her.
On the way back, Hermione asked about Riphentine's background. Felix briefly explained, and when they returned to the campsite, they saw a figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointed ears, although the skin color didn't match. If not for the discrepancy, he would have mistaken it for a house-elf named Dobby. But this was actually a fairy, a fairy from Gringotts.
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Chapter 333: The Vagadu WitchHalf an hour later, they rode camels and headed towards the desert.Hermione had a favorable impression of Clementine. During their conversation at the inn, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Clementine took them to the local market and rented three camels. Hermione picked a light yellow one. Afterwards, Clementine helped her choose a large sun hat and a pair of Martin boots. After putting them on, Hermione felt quite peculiar.However, she politely declined the "local delicacies" recommended by Clementine, as they didn't look very appetizing to her.Before her eyes stretched an endless sea of sand, with sand dunes connecting softly. She quickly lost her sense of distance. When she turned around, she could still see the buildings of the city in the distance. The sun grew scorching, and in the absence of wind, the air felt like a giant steamer.Suddenly, a refreshing sensation passed from her skin to her fingertips, and she snapped out of her daze. Floating before her was a small box with chains, resembling a pendant box. She reached out and grabbed it; it wasn't very cold to the touch. She turned back, and Felix was nodding at her."I only brought one; it's a new product from the company, still in testing," he explained. "But it can cover about twenty feet." He called Clementine over, and the three of them walked side by side. Clementine marveled at this little thing."We have similar magic in our tents, but it can't be used inside the pyramids."Wearing the pendant box, Hermione felt invigorated. She was fascinated by every detail they passed, like the plants growing on the rocks in the sand dunes or the sudden appearance of a large gecko. They even saw a gray snake.After walking for about an hour, the three of them arrived near a tall pyramid. In the shade, they could see seven or eight tents, surrounded by scattered equipment. It looked like a small archaeological team.Felix's curiosity was piqued. "Have you obtained the support of the local government?"Clementine smiled and said, "We have legitimate documents recognized by the government, but it's just a cover." They arrived at the tent camp, tied the camels to wooden stakes, and two people walked out of the tent. They were dressed just like Clementine, blending in with the locals. Felix also noticed tourists taking photos not far away."This is Faisal Abdul Izz Kampachi Duimuh," Clementine looked at the person awkwardly, "what's after that?"The young man mumbled, "Just call me Faisal."Clementine whispered to them, "Faisal's name has four parts, each equivalent to our full name. I wanted to introduce properly, but I can't remember since I rarely use it."Another middle-aged wizard with a brown robe on his shoulder said, "Just call me Rahman." He extended his hand, shaking hands with Felix.After some pleasantries, they agreed to enter the pyramid at two in the afternoon. "We're also waiting for someone from headquarters," the middle-aged wizard explained.Clementine led Felix and Hermione to the back of the tents. "Professor Harp, you can stay in Bill's tent. He took all his personal belongings with him. Hermione and I will share a tent, which works out for chatting.""Bill Weasley isn't here?" Felix asked, suddenly remembering what Mrs. Weasley mentioned about her two sons, Bill and Charlie, returning in a few days. As expected, Clementine provided a unanimous explanation."He's on vacation. The Quidditch World Cup is about to start, so most people in the camp took leave and went home," Clementine said. "Otherwise, with old friends reuniting, there would be a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Quidditch, so I applied to stay back."When Hermione heard the name Bill Weasley, her eyes lit up. "Is he Ron's older brother?"Felix nodded at her. "Exactly, he works here as a curse breaker for Gringotts." Then he looked at Clementine. "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family."For the remaining time, Clementine took out a thick notebook and threw all the accumulated questions at Felix. He answered them quickly, but Clementine's mood wasn't good. He exchanged a glance with Hermione and made an excuse to go for a walk nearby.Inside the tent, Clementine said with some frustration to Hermione, "Gringotts recently hired a graduate from Ravenclaw. She excels in magical linguistics.""Who is it?"Clementine mentioned a name. Hermione remained silent. She had seen that person during her studies. The person wasn't exceptional among this year's graduates, but that could be attributed to Clementine having graduated much earlier, missing out on the professor's unconventional teaching methods and a series of magical pedagogies."The professor started a new company, did you know?" Hermione cautiously asked."I'm not sure," Clementine hesitated, "When did this happen?""Recently, I think. The company is called 'Future World.' Professor Lupinoh, he used to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Now he's in charge of managing Future World. He told me that the professor wants to transform the magical world." Hermione rambled on."Transform the magical world?" Clementine was taken aback."I guess it's about changing wizards' lives," Hermione said uncertainly. "I saw magical lamps and this little thing." She tugged on the chain of the small box around her neck. "I assume the professor must have extensively studied Muggle world technology, which is quite evident in his books..."They chatted away, their expressions shifting between excitement and uncertainty. Meanwhile, Felix took a stroll around the large pyramid. Along the way, he saw tourists from different countries, but they weren't too crowded. He even helped a large family take a photo and received seven thank-yous in return.In a discreet corner of the pyramid, he sensed traces of magic. 'This should be the entrance.' Felix thought, but he was more curious about the magical environment of Egypt.From his observations so far, at least twelve people seemed to be wizardsnormal in a city like Cairo. But what surprised him was that among those twelve, five were unmistakably witches. They dressed in exaggerated clothing, selling various mystical items like talismans and voodoo dolls.Follow current novels on novelbin.comOf course, these so-called mystical items lacked any magical trace, otherwise they wouldn't dare to show off so openly.A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a few words exchanged between them:"I heard... Gypsy witches... famous for divination...""Really? Then we have to try it!"Felix blinked his eyes. He followed behind them to a conspicuously decorated tent. A long line formed, and he quietly waited for a while, overhearing many miraculous stories about a diviner named "Ceiavira."Supposedly, her crystal ball and tarot card readings were extremely accurate. Many people traveled far just to have a session with her.Riphentine quickly shook her head, "No, no, I can't predict for wizards.""Is the cost too high?""See that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do a prophecy for the headmaster, and your results will be the same." Riphentine made a burning gesture. "My teacher pulled out a strand of my hair and only then told me that if I did a prophecy for a powerful wizard, I'd even risk my life!"She took another bite of the pear, "That was the last lesson she gave me. After that, I graduated. Later, I found that jobs were hard to come by. I thought since the cost of doing prophecies for wizards was so high, what about ordinary people?""So you chose this place? Doing divination for tourists?""Smart, right? I carefully choose my subjects for divination, making vague predictions that are somewhat easy to judge. I even use these things for disguise. Muggles all believe this..." She pointed at various mystical items in the tent, "I spent a total of 2000 Egyptian pounds.""Just under a hundred pounds, indeed cheap. But you mentioned earlier that you've obtained the Ministry of Magic's approval" Felix was quite curious. Did this count as violating the secrecy law or exposing the wizarding world?"What can I say?" Riphentine looked at him with a troubled expression. "I know the secrecy law; you want to ask about that, right? But the situation is different in each country..."She bit the pear core with her teeth and slid her hands left and right, saying vaguely, "In Africa, mysticism is prevalent. It's hard to distinguish between true and false, and everyone takes it for granted. I even got invited by tribal leaders to share rainmaking experiences.""You can make rain too?""Neither can they! When the time comes, I'll show off a bit, exchange a few compliments, and I'll end up with quite a bit of gold."Felix was truly amazed. These things couldn't be seen or heard in the black market. They talked for quite a while. Before they left, Riphentine stopped Felix."Are you the assistant called by Clementine for help?" She cautiously asked."How did you know?""This matter made quite a stir. That person almost didn't make it back. I took a look and his face was as swollen as a coconut, covered in weeds..."She glanced at the Galleons on the table, gritted her teeth, "Since you've paid me two months' income, I'll take a look for you. But I won't do a prophecy for you! Don't even think about it!""So, what do you mean?""Get someone else, a companion who's weaker, to go with you into the Pyramid."Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Riphentine, looking bewildered. Riphentine changed back to her Gypsy appearance, her face adorned with various painted patterns."It's just the three of us here." Felix chuckled."It's a sign of respect for magic," Riphentine retorted earnestly.Hermione hesitantly asked, "Um... Professor? What are we supposed to do?""Divination, child. I'm going to do a divination for you." Riphentine said with a calm, distant voice, reminding Hermione of Professor Trelawney's mystical mannerisms.Were all diviners cut from the same mold in the wizarding world?Riphentine stared at Hermione closely, "I need a strand of your hair... you have a lot of hair, but the texture isn't great." She suddenly reached out and plucked a few strands of hair, "Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed in pain, glaring at her with anger."Don't worry, don't worry. I'll give you a pear later." Riphentine consoled her. She twisted Hermione's hair, the brown strands constantly twisting and solidifying into silver-white where they touched Riphentine's fingers, like strands of silver.When the edges of the hair also solidified completely, Riphentine let go, and the hair, fragile as porcelain, fell and shattered the moment it touched the velvet surface of the table.Holding her breath, Riphentine carefully observed the powder and gently manipulated it with her fingers from time to time."Weird..." she said."Ha, this answer isn't surprising to me." Hermione muttered and rubbed her head."No, what's weird is that your figure is shrouded in mist, not very clear, but... it's happened before." Riphentine shrugged, "Don't worry, you're safe this time, at least you are.""Thank you for your trouble," Hermione gave a sarcastic smile, feeling a little sorry for her hair."No need to be polite." Riphentine showcased a facial transformation technique before her, leaving Hermione staring blankly and even forgetting to refuse the pear Riphentine handed her.On the way back, Hermione asked about Riphentine's background. Felix briefly explained, and when they returned to the campsite, they saw a figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointed ears, although the skin color didn't match. If not for the discrepancy, he would have mistaken it for a house-elf named Dobby. But this was actually a fairy, a fairy from Gringotts.Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. 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