Selling the license did not require Noah's participation, so Noah sat aside the whole process and watched Cooper negotiate with the staff.
About twenty minutes later, the two of them left the Ministry of Magic with the permission and procedures.
Another week later, Noah's board game was officially released and quickly became popular.
Just as he predicted, the little wizard who lacked much entertainment quickly became obsessed with this new game, but the real highlight of this game is not now.
Moreover, Noah was already making a communication mirror while building the mage tower, but when he was doing it, Noah was still wondering whether he needed to think of a name first. Calling the communication mirror was too simple and crude, and it did not fit the wizard's aesthetics.
Maybe he should call these "magic mirrors"?
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"Salazar, I had a dream." The brown-haired old witch was sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace, holding a fluffy cat on her lap.
This cat nives is also a bit old, its thick fur hangs down almost covering its eyes, and even its beard is much weaker.
Opposite her, the silver-haired wizard still had a young face, but his lake-green eyes showed the same vicissitudes of life as the old witch opposite.
"Do you still insist on your opinion?" the witch asked slowly, "I thought you were past the age of running away from home."
Salazar raised his eyes and glanced at her, then he just pointed his fingers and directed a piece of firewood to fall into the fireplace: "What did you dream about?"
He brought the topic back on track, not intending to chat nonsense with his old friend across from him.
The witch sighed faintly: "I kind of want to drink cheese and mushroom soup. As I get older, my teeth are not in good condition."
Salazar's brows trembled, but in the end he snapped his fingers without saying a word, and a clanking sound suddenly came from the kitchen.
The witch then touched the cat with satisfaction and said quietly: "I dreamed of flames."
She paused and turned her gaze to the fire in the fireplace, as if she was recalling: "A toneless bird flew on the branch of a tree and sang, with a blazing flame behind it."
The witch, or Rowena Ravenclaw, is the most intelligent and creative great wizard of our time, and is also a rare dream seer. She once followed the guidance of a dream and met three friends one after another. She was also guided by a warthog in a dream to find a suitable address for building a school.
And now, she had another dream.
"This is not a good sign, Salazar." Rowena looked at the fireplace in ecstasy. The firelight illuminated her face, illuminating the sadness on her face that was wrinkled by time but still remained charming. , "The cry of the soundless bird is the wail of the wizards."
Salazar finally had another expression. He narrowed his eyes, his lake-green eyes revealing sharpness: "What did you say?"
The Silent Bird is a magical bird that only makes a cry when it dies. When the Silent Bird dies, they will cry out all the sounds they have heard in this life, which is their last swan song to the world.
For the prophet, foreseeing the song of the Silent Bird also means foreseeing death, and when the song of death is the wail of a wizard, it means that the one who dies will be the wizard.
Although Salazar is not a prophet, he has studied prophecies and is familiar with interpreting them, not to mention the obvious characteristics of prophetic dreams.
But his expression did not improve, but instead became more gloomy.
The simpler and clearer the dream, the more inevitable it is, and the more vague the prediction, the more room there is for interference or even reversal. Rowena's dream reminder is too obvious, and it shows that this prophecy is likely to become the future.
He immediately thought of the key and said with certainty: "It's a Muggle."
Rowena didn't refute, they all thought of this.
The relationship between wizards and Muggles has become increasingly tense. Simply hiding from the world cannot stop the hatred and disputes between the two.
Salazar's face showed obvious annoyance: "I told you before that we shouldn't recruit those students! They..."
"Salazar," Rowena interrupted Salazar forcefully, "they are wizards too, and they are a group of children.
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"But they are related to Muggles." If Salazar could be persuaded by these reasons, he would not leave the school. "Sooner or later, they will expose us and put everyone in danger."
"But we can't leave them alone, they will be caught by the Muggles and sent to the gallows."
Salazar sneered: "They're not the only ones who know it. Fire racks, water cages, iron thorns, so many wizards have been killed just because they were accidentally discovered by Muggles!"
Rowena opened her mouth, but finally gave up on continuing to dwell on this topic.
Even though she has the wisdom that is praised by the world, she cannot persuade her friends to give up their stubborn ideas. It was not possible before and it is impossible now, so there is no point in continuing to dwell on this. What's more, she didn't come here to argue or persuade without telling others.
"I'm a little worried about you, Salazar," Rowena closed her eyes, "I also dreamed about gems with snake patterns on them."
Salazar paused and fell into silence for a long time.
Rowena took out her wand and tapped the armrest of the rocking chair. A light blue light lit up at the tip of the wand, and a light blue soundless bird flew over with its wings stretched out, holding a piece under its claws. Gem pendant on silver chain. The soundless bird landed on a tree branch, gently pecked at the silver chain at its feet, and let out a dying cry that belongs to a human being. The flames ignited without knowing when, and the light blue flames burned more and more until they engulfed the branches and the birds together. The gem pendant fell from mid-air, and as it spun and fell, you could see the snake-shaped silver ornament wrapped in the gem.
The gems and firelight dissipated into light blue smoke. Salazar stared at the gradually disappearing magic and fell speechless for a moment.
"I know you're not going back, Salazar," Rowena said softly, "but we're worried about you too."
Salazar closed his eyes: "I will take care of myself."
Rowena stared at him intently for a few seconds before Catnivet jumped off her lap and squatted on the ground watching her master get up from the rocking chair with difficulty.
She had finished what she wanted to say and at the same time visited an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time. It was time to leave.
Salazar didn't move or even open his eyes, but he could hear Rowena's movements, heard her stand up, heard her pick up the cat again, and with a gust of wind, the pavement quickly disappeared, and when he opened his eyes again, he heard her standing up. There was no trace of Rowena anymore.
He sat blankly for a while, looking at the fire burning in the fireplace.
After a while, he took out a silver chain from the collar on his chest, and what was brought out by the silver chain was an emerald gem fixed by a snake-shaped silver ornament.
It was the pendant in Rowena's dream.
