Chapter 169: The profit rate is really high today! (Edited)
As Hacker intently watched the security camera footage from the previous night, the secret service guard next to him yawned and was soon lost in thought.
Hacker saw himself staggering out of the embassy and stood for a long time in front of the small Renault car. He was lucky, the surveillance at the embassy entrance had plenty of angles, no dead spots, and the cameras had good resolution, excluding the banks, there were not as many cameras in all of London put together as on this street.
Hacker could clearly see that his set of keys had fallen into the manhole, and the man named Tom had come up behind him and pointed into the manhole, and the keys had flown out.
Hacker: "???"
Hacker: Calm down and analyze, think for a moment, what the heck?!
Hacker's eyes almost popped out of their sockets: What is this? He had psyched himself up a lot, like this Tom was some elite French spy or something, but this was just too magical, wasn't it?
"Minister, have you finished dwelling?" the guard's voice brought Hacker back to reality and, true to his bureaucrat's rank, he took a few milliseconds to erase his surprise and said in a calm tone, "I'm done, I was too drunk to remember."
The guard resisted the impulse to roll his eyes and said to the minister, "Shall we go then?
Hacker nodded, "But please do two things for me, one is to pull the files on the train station bombing from a while ago and the other is to find out if there is a Gilderoy Lockhart in the UK, if not, look up Tom Yodel's name and report back to me tomorrow."
"Minister," said the agent with a thousand reluctances, but that was life, that was the world of adults, and he could only promise to do the job, but there was one small detail that needed to be addressed, "One small question, what do you need the bombing files for? There have been several in recent times..."
Hacker: ...
...
"I know you must have a lot of questions on your mind, come to my office and I will give you a detailed answer, and I can also mix you some energy potions so you will have enough energy for your classes" Dumbledore led the three of them into his office.
It wasn't until Dumbledore said something about potions and classes that they realized it was Monday. They had a class later!
They had just been in a bloody battle, they had just saved Bristol, or rather England, and now they had to go to class? It was as if Sam had won the battle between the Autobots and the Decepticons, defeating the evil enemy, but the story didn't end there, Red Spider had flown back to Cybertron, where he would regroup with the other Decepticons and wait for a chance to return to Earth to fight the Autobots again. As the movie comes to an end, Sam's phone rings and his class teacher calls him to order him to take his midterm.
Tom, Harry and Ron: ...
Dumbledore looked at their tired faces and sighed, "All right, Harry, Mr. Weasley, you can take the morning off and get some rest in your dormitories."
Tom cast a look of anticipation, what about me? He waited for Dumbledore to give him the day off, only to hear the words, "Professor Lockhart, take an energy potion before you go to class.... because you are a professor."
Tom: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
I tried to cry as quietly as I could.
"Didn't I take two weeks off at the beginning of the term too?" Tom tried to struggle a little.
"All the more reason for you to try to catch up, right?"
Tom: "..."
Dumbledore ignored Tom again and led them into his office. Once the three of them were seated, he began to tell them what he had done over the past two days.
It turned out that Dumbledore had also found the case file, but he had done it a little differently, he had gone to the seller and found Mr. Burnham's purchase records.
"Two gold coins from the time of Caesar and a Celtic style priestly necklace from the same period?" Tom remembered the gold coin stuck in the butler's hand.
"One gold coin and the necklace were delivered early to Burnham Hall, the curse they carried contaminated the servants on the estate, and the rabbits on the estate, but the infected rabbits seemed to have mutated a bit and their reproductive capacity is extremely strong. I'm sorry," Dumbledore added.
Tom nodded, accepting Dumbledore's statement, and at the same time he had a rough idea of the curse, after all the Celtic leader had surrendered and yet had been executed by Caesar in a most humiliating manner, so it was no wonder the curse had been passed on.
It was Caesar's fault! I was just cleaning up Caesar's mess.
"I'll be working on the necklace for a while...now, let me make you an energy potion. " Dumbledore chatted with Tom for a while before pulling out a small cauldron, a small scale, and a box from under his desk.
Tom watched as Dumbledore pulled eleven herbs from the box.
Tom thought something was odd: was this really the recipe for an energy potion?
Dumbledore put all but one ingredient into the cauldron, then added water and waited for it to boil, forcing out the medicinal properties of the herbs. In the meantime, there was silence.
Harry and Ron looked drowsy: the danger had passed, and when the energy subsided, Tom also stirred a little: he wondered, if the letter is extracted here, will the rate of attainment be higher?
After all, Dumbledore and Grindelwald...
He clicked on the [Draw] screen, looked at the man named Grindelwald and pressed the button to draw ten times. Ten shooting stars passed by, and the glow gradually bloomed, a beautiful golden color appearing in front of Tom's eyes.
Tom's heart raced to the max as he jumped through the three blue stars one by one, the ninth being a glowing purple scroll containing a fragment of the Diabolical Protego Incantation. The tenth shot was approaching, and the moment of destiny had arrived-.
"For the greater good!"
It took all of Tom's strength to suppress the urge to jump up and cheer as the handsome old man with white hair and differently colored pupils appeared.
"I knew it!" Tom looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to be thinking about life sitting across from him, and felt it was indeed wise of him to decide to draw cards here.
The drawn Grindelwald turned into a small light and melted into Tom's body. In fact, as a Dumbledore-level wizard, Grindelwald also gave Tom two more talent points.
[Divination +1]
[Divination: 5 (Superior Talent)]
[Enchantment +1]
[Enchantment: 6 (Superior Talent)]
He glanced at the remaining 29,870 magic stones in his system, thought for a moment, and replaced them all with Entangled Fate. Now, he had only 110 magic stones left in his balance, achieving a reverse advancement from 30,000 magic stones to three-digit magic stones.
In the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore was still deep in thought, Harry and Ron had fallen asleep, and Tom didn't seem out of place, but he had 186 more draw opportunities in his system pack.
Now, he had 206 draw opportunities, depending on how many Grindelwald he could get.
"On my turn, draw!"
Ten in a row!
No miracle this time, it was still blue and purple.
"Rubbish, garbage... Huh, purple?"
[Bombarda Charm Level 0 (1/100)]
[(After the battle at Burnham Manor, you must really want to learn this spell)]
Tom obtained a scroll of the Bombarda Enchantment, and a fragment of the 'Apparition'. The scroll shattered and put all the techniques of the Bombarda Charm in his head, allowing Tom to learn this spell with so much potential.
Including the ten in a row, Tom had already drawn twenty rounds, and had ten left in 'Edge of Fate', but Tom had no intention of stopping, as he kept hitting the draw button.
"Whoosh!"
Gold!
Tom: "???"
And it was Grindelwald!
[Divination Talent +1]
[Enchantment Talent +1]
What's the concept of 30 shots and two five stars? This is called luck and it can't be stopped!
The cauldron in front of Dumbledore was already boiling and the aroma of the potion filled the office. Dumbledore took the last ingredient, melted it alone in water and put it in a little bottle. "Remember to drink this first," Dumbledore said, shaking the vial and handing it to Tom.
Tom frowned at the sticky little potion: it was a little gross to look at because it was slimy, like grabbing a marinated pig's foot with your bare hands and eating it with a handful of collagen.
But since it was a token of Dumbledore's goodwill, Tom took the potion.
Looking at Dumbledore who was stirring the potion, Tom decided to keep drawing cards, he knew that if he jumped twice in a row, he would probably sink the ship if he drew another card, but the cluster of cards in front of him was too tempting, even though he had predicted his own fate, Tom rushed forward without hesitation.
And then he sank.
There's a lot of things, even when you have a feeling, you still think it's a fluke, that it's not so bad, that the advantage is mine. That's what I think, until the moment the mystery is revealed.
In draw games, the probability of winning is actually a pseudo-random event. In general, the closer you get to the guarantee, the greater the odds of getting a good deal. For example, if you get to 90 rounds, the odds increase rapidly after you get to 70, so that when you get to 80 rounds, the odds are basically 100%.
The reason is that the player base is so large that even if the odds were 1 in 10,000, 100 out of a million players would experience this phenomenon, and these people would flood the forums and the community, giving the impression that there are a lot of people sunk.
But Tom took two 90-round guarantees hard this time.