"Here, your bubble tea."
Albert handed Nia a cup of bubble milk tea with ice cubes, sat on the sofa next to her, took a big sip of the cup, and squinted his eyes comfortably.
Last time I learned how to make tea from Madame Perenelle, I not only learned the techniques of making tea, but also learned a very non-magical tea art skill. The black tea I make is indeed tastier than before.
Daisy, who flipped through the tea-making secrets, also improved her tea-making skills significantly.
However, there is still a big gap compared to Madame Perenal. There is no way around it because the price of top-quality French black tea is there.
In order to eliminate Nia's complaints in the past few days, Albert bought a bag of glutinous rice flour in the supermarket and made bubble milk tea at home.
Glutinous rice flour is not common in the UK, and it took him a long time to find it.
Pearl milk tea quickly became a favorite of the whole family. Having a cup on a hot summer day is really very comfortable.
Feeling a furry touch suddenly against his leg, Albert put down the cup, looked down at Tom who was rubbing against his leg, bent down and picked him up.
"It's no use acting like a spoiled child. You're already 20 pounds." Albert scratched Tom's chin and put it on the sofa next to him.
After Albert came back, he found that his cat had become fat again. He had no choice but to implement a weight loss plan so that the cat would not be unable to run when he brought it to Hogwarts.
If possible, Albert actually didn't want to take Tom to school, worried that he would be bullied by those naughty kids.
There's nothing you can do about it. It's hard to get along with that little brat.
In the past, Tom was left at home with Nia to help take care of him. Now that Nia has gone to middle school, Daisy and Herb are too busy to take care of him.
This stupid cat is not like Sheila who can go out to find food by herself. If she is not taken to school, God knows what will happen.
They couldn't just leave it to Grandpa Luke to take care of. Although the two old people liked Tom very much, this was not an excuse to abandon the cat or give it to someone else to raise.
"I can hardly hold Tom anymore!" Nia said as she combed Tom's fur: "Grandpa Luke always said that Tom would look better if he was a little fatter."
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Will Tom get lost if he goes to school with you?" Nia was still a little worried. After all, they had been together for many years and Tom was considered a member of the family.
"Don't worry, I asked an old friend to make a custom cat tag for Tom." Albert took out the cat tag that he had asked Nico to make from his leather bag and explained casually, "This thing has a positioning function."
As he spoke, Albert took out a compass, and the direction of the north needle of this thing pointed to the location of the cat tag.
"With this thing, Tom won't get lost."
"Magic is really convenient!" Nia took the pointer and tried it enviously, and couldn't help but sigh.
"No, magic is not as convenient as you think. We already have something similar here." Albert shook his head. "Unfortunately, electrical appliances cannot be used when brought to Hogwarts."
"Oh!" Nia responded casually, looking at the book spread out on the table and asked, "What book are you reading?"
"A divination book. I'm teaching myself crystal ball divination."
Albert was reading the part about crystal ball divination in "Seeing the Future through the Mist". He had been reading the book for several days, but there were no skills related to crystal ball divination on the skill panel, which made Albert doubt whether he had no talent in this area.
Now he felt a little regretful that he had not asked Nicolas Flamel for advice on divination.
"You can really see the future, right?"
Nia put her head close to the crystal ball and looked carefully. There was nothing inside except a cloud of fog.
Tom, who was standing next to him, saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he tried to touch the crystal ball, but was stopped by Albert.
"I'm just learning on my own."
Albert picked up Tom reluctantly, put it on the ground, and explained to Nia, "One day when I can really see the future, I can make a fortune with this."
"From what you said, most wizards should be very rich. They just need to know the lottery numbers to win the jackpot." Daisy put a plate of cookies on the table and couldn't help muttering.
"There are only a few wizards who can predict the future." Albert shook his head. "Besides, most wizards have no concept of pounds."
"Didn't you give Tom breakfast?" Daisy saw Tom put his head close to the biscuits and quickly took him away. The fat cat was not giving up and started to act cute and wanted to beg for food.
“A little less than before, it’s losing weight now.”
"Tom seems hungry!" Daisy patted the cat's head, looked at her son and asked, "By the way, didn't you want to study finance before?"
"I don't think about it now. Anyway, I have found a better way to make money!" Albert has completely abandoned his original financial dream.
"Predicting the lottery win?"
Daisy felt that her son had become unreliable after two years at Hogwarts School, and his mind was full of strange thoughts.
"Hehe, I was just talking casually!" Albert interrupted Daisy helplessly.
Predictions can really make money, and the outcome of a game can be predicted. Betting on football and horse racing is not uncommon in Europe.
However, before there was an actual case, he knew it would be difficult for others to understand.
Albert was also helpless about this.
Especially people in the technology field, their ability to accept new things is generally poor.
Daisy was surprised that Albert went to visit the legendary Nicolas Flamel, and found that the latter was actually still alive, had lived for hundreds of years, and did not have Alzheimer's disease.
Shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Albert returned his gaze to the crystal ball.
A wizard's crystal ball is different from the fake crystal balls used by Muggle fortune tellers. Those used for divination are usually more expensive. The one in front of him cost 20 Galleons.
Looking at the crystal ball filled with pearly-colored mist, Albert frowned slightly. If he could really predict something, the mist on the crystal ball would be cleared away, revealing the picture he wanted to see.
Obviously, Albert failed.
The crystal ball in front of him was still a mystery, not the winning number for this lottery.
The so-called “clearing the fog to see the future” might refer to this. Could the wizard who wrote this book not have the gift of prophecy
Albert began to flip through the book while making malicious speculations.
Suddenly, the white mist in the crystal ball began to swirl. Albert immediately dropped the book and began to stare at the changes in the crystal ball.
Nothing changed in the fog.
However, after he opened the panel and searched carefully, he found that there was indeed a crystal ball divination skill on the panel.
Albert immediately upgraded his skill to level two and then turned his attention back to the crystal ball.
At this moment, the mist in the crystal ball seemed to fade a little, and Albert vaguely thought he saw a hand writing a string of numbers on parchment.