HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 220 Crystal Ball Generator, Tea Flower

"Lillian!"

Until the Quidditch World Cup final, when Bulgaria played against Ireland, Narilean met up with Hermione and the others at the competition camp. As soon as she woke up and came out of the tent, she was hugged by Hermione.

"We've been looking for you for a long time," she said.

"But it's mainly because your tent is surprisingly easy to find, which is why we didn't dare to confirm it," Ron couldn't help but complain.

Her tent was too conventional and too forward, and compared to the tents around it that had chimneys, bell ropes, weather vanes, gardens, and turrets added to their tents, it looked like an outlier.

"It's a good thing you drew pictures on the letter you wrote me," said Hermione.

Nallylian wrote back to her, asking her to come and live with her, after all, it was not convenient for a girl like her to live with the Weasleys.

Harry couldn't help but look inside the tent. He seemed to have seen an electric light inside just now?

Nalilian opened the tent curtain and invited, "Come in and rest for a while?"

Hermione, Ron and Harry walked into the tent, but the inside of this ordinary tent was completely different from its appearance.

There were bright electric lights hanging from the ceiling, and in the center was a simple sofa with a TV on. Pots and pans were placed on the ordinary stove next to it, and a toaster with the light on was placed on the dining table. These common electrical appliances in the Muggle world were connected to a crystal ball in the corner that was rolling with electricity.

"how did you do that?"

Hermione looked at everything in front of her in amazement.

If this happened in the Muggle world, it wouldn't be surprising, but this is the magical world, how do the electrical appliances work here?

Ron, who had finally unloaded Hermione's packed backpack, sat on the sofa and was startled by the image on the TV screen. "Is this showing the Quidditch pitch?"

Nalilian raised her hand. "I know everyone has a lot of questions, but please don't ask them yet."

"I know everyone is anxious, but don't be anxious yet."

Hermione and Ron: "?"

Harry sat down immediately after hearing what Nalilian said, indicating that he was not in a hurry at all.

Hermione and Ron: "..."

Is he a dog?

Nalilian opened the refrigerator and took out the iced drinks. "Come, have a drink first, and then listen to me slowly."

So the three little wizards sat in a row on the sofa, each with a glass of iced drink, and listened to Nalilian tell them that the crystal ball generator was made by Cedric, and it was Kerston who provided the money and the idea.

“Ced has been busy with this whenever he has time,” Nalilian said.

"Senior Diggory is a genius," Hermione couldn't help but say.

"Are you sure you want to praise me like this in front of Ron?" Nalilian looked at Ron.

She remembered that Ron's father was the head of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

"If this TV could allow me to watch every Quidditch match," Ron said, sipping his iced drink and staring at the TV in front of him, even if it only showed a simple picture of the Quidditch pitch, "I can temporarily stop being his son."

As he spoke, he took a big gulp of the drink in the cup and said, "This Coca-Cola is so delicious!"

"Poor Mr. Weasley," said Narilla pityingly.

He briefly lost his youngest son.

"Can this really be played?" Harry asked, looking at the TV.

"You figured it out, but of course it's not enough," Nalilian said. "It doesn't have a fiber optic cable, but it can project images recorded by an alchemical item called the Eye of Argos."

"What's a fiber optic cable?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It's a data cable that receives signals and converts them into images," Nalilian said vaguely. She only understood it roughly and didn't really know.

"That sounds amazing," Ron said.

"What about this TV?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Nalilian nodded. She understood what he meant. "It's already possible to project the image of the magic power transformation, but it can't be done remotely."

"That's incredible," Hermione exclaimed.

"Wait," Ron, the only native of the wizarding world, called out, "What is a signal? And what is data?"

Nalilian had no choice but to explain the principle of television.

"Sed is still working on the finished product," she said. He worked on this whenever he had free time. "Of course, as you can see, at his speed, he'll definitely be able to finish it before you die."

"...Wow," Ron, who had been looking forward to it, felt as if his dream had been shattered. He repeated, "Before we die?"

"That's impressive," said Hermione. "Did you know it took us over two hundred years just to invent electricity?"

Harry looked at this, which could be said to be the first magical TV in the wizarding world, even if it was just a player. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Can you please keep it a secret?" Nalilian pleaded with her hands clasped together. "I've already suggested they don't do it the way it's done on TV."

Because it would be too eye-catching and it would be obvious at a glance that it is a Muggle item.

As she said this, she glanced at Ron.

Ron immediately straightened his chest and patted it to assure, "Don't worry, my last name is not Weasley now."

Nalilian showed a very relieved expression, "Ron, how can you be so charming?"

The scene was so disgusting that Harry and Hermione pulled the two actors away one by one.

"Actually, in the area of wireless transmission," Hermione suggested, "why not consider researching portkeys?"

Although I don't understand, but when Nalilian said she wanted to achieve wireless transmission, doesn't that just correspond to the door key that was sent to them?

"You also came here using a portkey," said Nalilian.

"This portkey is so hard to find," Ron complained, thinking about how long they had searched for it on the mountain this morning.

"The Ministry of Magic really should be somewhere easy to find," Hermione agreed.

"We were brought here from Stoat Hill," Harry explained to Nallylian.

"Harry, you came with Ron and the others?" Narellean was surprised. "Then where is your godfather?"

Sirius wouldn't be unwilling to take Harry to see the Quidditch World Cup, so they should be closer through the Black house.

Hermione and Ron looked at her with indescribable expressions.

"After he sent Harry to my house, he left a large sum of money for my dad to take care of Harry, but of course my dad didn't take it," Ron said.

"Then he gave Harry the money, told him to take good care of the Weasleys, and left," Hermione added.

This made Nalilian even more curious.

"He has something very important to do," Harry said. "He talked to me for a long time. He said he had been looking for something very important. He had to find it. It was related to his life."

Nalilian's eyes widened. "What is so important?"

It actually concerns his life.

Isn't Harry his life?

"The grave of his lover."

*

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but I didn't expect you to hide it here."

After breaking the last concealing spell, large patches of white camellia flowers appeared on the originally empty green field, and the petals fluttered into the air.

The wind blew up Sirius' messy hair and his Muggle black T-shirt and jeans. He looked at the man in front of him who had already died. He was a little surprised at first, but when he thought that she would do this, he was not so surprised.

In the flower field, a man in a black wizard robe stood up from the white marble tombstone. His handsome face, similar to Sirius Black, was clean and tidy. His face was handsome and smooth, and he looked like a student, but his black eyes were quiet and lonely, and contained too much.

Sirius smiled at him, "It's good to see you again, Rael."