Chapter 11: The Fortune Teller, Ian Prince
London, foggy, thick fog.
In the smog weather that made it almost impossible to see even one's fingers, next to a slightly depressed road in London, a little boy was packing up his stall and getting ready to go home early.
He is wearing a black hat and a black trench coat. People can’t help but focus on his face. You can see his tall nose and perfect lip curve. He is very charming when he smiles. , I have to admit that this is a boy who is very easy to win the favor of women.
Especially older women.
Just when the boy was about to leave.
"Little fortune teller, do you still have time?"
Someone behind him spoke softly.
Ian Prince turned his head.
The green eyes reflected a gentle and elegant lady. This lady was wearing a blue plaid high-collar skirt, and there was a cute brown-haired girl beside her.
The girl's hair is as fluffy as a chicken coop.
“Of course, fate made me stay for an extra moment, obviously just to wait for this moment.” Ian Prince immediately got into the mood and started doing business.
His skillful speaking skills are not at all like the sophistication that a child should have, "Every kind of divination is a revelation for the future. If Madam doesn't mind, can you tell me your honorary name?" "
"You can call me Mrs. Granger." Looking at the exquisitely carved face of Ian Prince in front of her, Mrs. Granger only thought that this little boy was extremely cute.
I have to say.
People who are good-looking can always gain the favor of others more easily. Ian can win the hearts of many girls with his image alone, let alone the young woman-level aunt in front of him.
"Okay, Mrs. Granger, what do you want to divine?"
Ian smiled and rearranged his business tools.
"Of course it's about..." Mrs. Granger was about to speak, but the little girl next to her resisted. She threw away her mother's hand and rushed to Ian's small table.
"Don't try to deceive us with this trick! This is nothing more than a psychological trick! There is no such thing as divination and magic in this world!"
"Behind any mysterious means are magic, deception, and deception. Science has long ruled on this. You should probably read the book "Medieval Lies."
She is obviously exquisite in appearance. The little girl insists on making a fierce gesture, which makes her look cute and fierce at the same time. Her mother's expression changed and she wanted to come up and scold her.
Ian raised his hand to stop Mrs. Granger.
"A very good suggestion. I also give you a suggestion. "New Principles of Numerology" is a good book. You should probably read it."
Ian He was not annoyed by the little girl's doubts, but instead responded with a smile. His reaction made the little girl feel as if she had punched cotton.
The little doll-like face suddenly turned red with anger.
“There is no magic in this world!”
The little girl emphasized again.
“What if there is?”
Ian tilted his head and looked at the little girl who was a little shorter than himself.
"Then I will eat your table."
The little girl vowed.
"Oh, okay, Miss Hermione Granger, I remember your words. People who don't keep their promises will be bald when they grow up." Ian smiled as if he was very happy at this time.
“How do you know my name!”
Little girl.
That is, Hermione Granger was shocked. She quickly looked back at her mother in panic, and Mrs. Granger also looked at Ian in surprise.
"May we begin, Mrs. Granger."
Ian maintained a mysterious posture, cut up the Tarot cards in his hand, separated them into four and placed them separately. on the table. When he used to tell fortunes and set up stalls, he was not so cheerful in pretending to do so.
Look at the little girl.
They were so scared that they hid in their mother’s arms.
"You must be playing some trick, don't believe him, mother." Hermione Granger seemed to still believe in materialism, but she no longer dared to approach Ian, the fortune teller who called her by name.
"We need divination, Mr. Fortune Teller."
Mrs. Granger's eyes lit up at this time, and she didn't care what Hermione Granger was saying or the tone of her voice. They all take it more seriously and pay more attention to many feelings than before.
Ian ignored Hermione Granger's glare.
Indicated to Mrs. Granger to choose a tarot card.
Mrs. Granger immediately made her choice - looking at the tarot cards lifted up on the table, Ian raised his eyebrows and smiled at Mrs. Granger.
"It's a fool, madam."
Hearing this.
Although Hermione still looked unhappy, her ears perked up.
Mrs. Granger clasped her hands together in anticipation.
"Mr. Fortune Teller, what does this portend?"
Ian raised his hand and gestured: "I have to ask you, madam. I don't know what you were thinking when you lifted this card. What is it? "
Mrs. Granger nodded, with an expression that was indeed true.
"I just want to ask, will my Hermione be admitted to the ideal middle school in one year?" What most parents in this world think about most is definitely their own children.
Ian often encounters this kind of situation.
but.
He still made a look of realization.
“It turns out that you are going to do divination for your daughter.”
Ian’s tone of surprise was vivid.
"Yes, Mr. Little Fortune Teller, can you tell me the result?" Mrs. Granger said, taking out 5 pounds from her bag and handing it to Ian.
Ian smiled slightly and looked at Hermione.
At this moment, the little girl seemed to be looking at Ian with some curiosity, but when she saw Ian's probing eyes, she immediately turned her head away from him.
As if to show that he doesn't care.
However.
From the way she couldn't help but turn her eyes and glance over from time to time, it was not difficult to see that she was still quite curious about the results of divination.
Duplicity.
But it makes sense.
After all, she is a future witch, one of the three giants in the original work. She was born in a Muggle family, but she possesses the talent of a wizard. Naturally, she still has the nature of wizards who like to explore the unknown.
"Of course, no problem." With a gentle smile, Ian Prince picked up the "Fool" tarot card on the table and said slowly to Mrs. Granger.
“This represents new beginnings and adventure.”
"After next year, your daughter will enter the school that is most suitable for her, and she will have extraordinary achievements in the future. She will become a high-ranking official like the stars."
Ian has been setting up his stall for a while, and his tone is Never been so sure. Mrs. Granger immediately smiled from ear to ear, obviously very happy.
Hermione curled her lips and said nothing.
But judging from the slightly raised corners of her mouth, it can still be seen that she is in a good mood.
"Thank you, Mr. Little Fortune Teller, then I'll say goodbye." Mrs. Granger received a satisfactory answer and waved her hand towards Ian with a smile on her face as a farewell gesture.
Hermione next to her couldn't wait to pull her mother away.
Just walked out a few steps.
She couldn't help but turn around and make a fierce expression on Ian. Ian looked at the Fool's Tarot Card in his hand, and couldn't help but raise his voice a little bit in a bad way.
“Oh, by the way, she will have two great children in the future.”
Hearing this, Mrs. Granger turned her head in surprise, raised her eyebrows and responded with a smile: "Wow, actually I think two children are a bit too few."
"I don't She's going to have a baby!"
Hermione's face turned red.
Mrs. Granger touched her head.
Ian stopped talking and bowed slightly.
"Welcome next time, Mrs. Granger."
His voice was soft.
"Thank you, Mr. Fortune Teller."
Mrs. Granger left with Hermione. Ian also started to close up the stall and prepare to go back. At this moment, he vaguely heard Hermione's angry voice.
"Mom, divination is not scientific! He must have overheard our conversation and learned my name. These people only talk sweet words!"
This time.
Mrs. Granger just touched Hermione's head: "Oh, Hermione, why do you care so much? It's only 5 pounds. It's not important to us, but to that child, he can So enjoy a good meal. If conditions permit, who would go to the streets to earn a living for a child of your age?"
"He has many patches on his clothes, he is a poor child... …”
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
Ian then looked down at his clothes.
It is indeed a bit shabby.
This is actually a piece of clothing that was donated by kind-hearted people only last year. Every year, Ian receives clothes donated by kind-hearted people. However, in the orphanage, he was caught by Geely several times, and this piece of clothing was... became what it is now.
Geely is a cat, the only pet playmate for the orphans in that square, gloomy old orphanage. In fact, it was just a stray cat that wandered here and then stopped leaving.
“Another good harvest day.”
Ian Prince has packed up the stalls and has made about 10 pounds today, which is a lot for a child. It is definitely a good income.
certainly.
Able to earn such income.
There must be something different about Ian.
Name: Ian Prince
Occupation: Blood Warlock
Magic: Level 4
Skills: Language Proficiency (Level 3): 23/400
Biological Anatomy (Level 4): 796/800
Free Fighting (Level 3) :85/400
Psychology (Level 6): 42/3200
[Extraordinary characteristics of psychology: thinking perception. 】
……
Yes.
Ian has an attribute panel, but it does not have any system tasks, and there is no soft girl system wizard. This is a panel that gives him the trait of [getting stronger with hard work].
Very crude.
But it's also very practical.
As long as you can see rewards for your efforts, it is a positive enough incentive for most people, not to mention that skill upgrades will also bring additional benefits to Ian - extraordinary characteristics.
Extraordinary characteristics are a skill. Once you reach level five, you will get some kind of additional bonus, which will allow Ian to gain some powerful traits based on this skill.
And if a skill can reach level ten, it can also obtain more powerful legendary characteristics. However, Ian has not been able to successfully develop a level 10 skill until now.
Acquiring proficiency is not that easy. For example, today, he only gained five points of proficiency in [Psychology]. If he wanted to upgrade, he would have to fool more than 3,000 people.
Um.
It can’t be called cheating.
How can the provision of emotional value not be regarded as a kind of payment?
It was by relying on thinking and perception that Ian could read the psychological thoughts of many customers, which made the divination business flourish. He became somewhat famous in this neighborhood.
“A small opening does not count as an opening.”
Ian evaluated his golden finger and returned to the orphanage with his own outfit - for time travellers, classic starts are always the norm.
“Hey, Ian, wait a minute, don’t go back yet.”
“There’s Santa Claus coming!”
Ian pushed the cart back After arriving at the dilapidated orphanage.
A group of children surrounded him.
And Ian also saw a figure passing by in front of him.
"Nonsense, it's obviously Gandalf."
Ian corrected the child.
This moment.
He was in a very complicated mood.
He has been waiting for this day.
Nothing more.
But I didn’t expect it.
The day came so quickly, and the person who came was actually Albus Dumbledore.
Looking at the old man with gray beard walking into the dean's office.
Ian Prince had some doubts in his heart.
Strange.
Didn’t Hogwarts mail the owl first and then send the professor to the door to explain?
(End of this chapter)