No questions, no props, no spells, no rituals.

Doing nothing, he just erased the original sand painting and traced a new pattern with his fingers. This time, I stood next to him and chose to witness the script in action.

At first it was me, then it was Jose, and we stood side by side.

It's them!

At that time, that was my first reaction. However, when I looked at the audience with anger, the response I got was the stunned expressions of these beauties.

Isn't it?

I could see the eagerness to argue after being misunderstood, and I could see it on their faces at a glance.

Once again, I was in doubt.

The sand painting continued, and behind us, lines stretched out, and they gradually formed snow-capped mountains, streams, flowering grasslands, and countless fluttering butterflies.

I froze, frightened, to be exact, and my mind went blank. That's what I envisioned the future.

I swear, I never told you everything. And I'm sure you've always been by my side, never half a step away.

How did he know that?

Maybe you guessed it by chance?

That's all I can do to comfort myself.

The following is what my companions told me later, because, until now, I only remember that Henry's lips were moving, but he did not notice what he said. At that moment, my mind was full of questions, and I had no idea what was going on outside.

"Mountains, waters, creatures, they will witness your every stop. ”

The scene is clear and not vague, and unlike traditional divination and prediction, Henry does not show a trace of secrecy throughout the whole process. But the more this happened, the more terrified I became.

Fear intensified, turning to anger, and subconsciously, I let go of my voice and asked him in an almost questioning tone about the future.

I'm going to expose this farce, I'm going to expose his lies!

He thought he had seen through me, and I was going to deny it all!

Even if it ends up in disgrace, I tend to regain the sense of security that I have lost.

He didn't panic, he didn't get angry, and my heart sank to the bottom. The anger was extinguished in an instant, and I could only look at him with eyes that bordered on pleading.

"Don't worry, your future is very happy. ”

I remember this sentence very clearly, because at the same time as he said it, my heart inexplicably settled down a little. Now that I think about it, I should be puzzled by such a psychological change. However, at that time, my psychological defense line almost collapsed, like a marionette, at the mercy of that Henry, how could I notice this?

Dear Diary, please don't blame me. You know, I've always wanted to go with my heart. But I'm just an ordinary person, and I have times when I rebel against my heart. That's why I had the idea of denying him for a while. Thankfully, though, I was able to resist that urge and get back on the right track.

Yes, you were right, I followed his words and made the request he wanted me to make.

"Please continue the demonstration!"

I said this, and my voice no longer trembled.

Fortune tellers, when divining people, are generally in a small confined space. It is said to be for confidentiality, but in fact, on the one hand, it is to create a sense of mystery, and on the other hand, it is to protect the privacy of customers from being leaked.

So, when the Henry took the open-air performance, for the audience, the focus was not on divination, but on the exquisite sand painting performance. This is because the audience will definitely see me as an actor who will cooperate with him. Then, having information about me, in the eyes of the audience, becomes part of the performance. For them, the so-called privacy is false, but it is the art form of sand painting that seems more real.

The crowd of onlookers also came and went under my eyes, except for my companions, few who stopped, and most of them rushed to the bonfire.

At this time when he was painting, I gradually came back to my senses after thinking about everything before and after through the reaction of the crowd. Nobody, I mean strangers, will pay attention to me, and my privacy, in another form, is protected. In this way, my sense of security was restored.

As for my companions, everything Henry has said so far is not a secret to them, so I can rest easy for a while.

It's true, that's right. It's just that at that time, I had these truths in my heart over and over again. Is it to seek comfort for yourself? maybe. At least, it did.

So, I was able to take a break from my mind and deal with what was about to happen.

Although it is an open-air performance, at least one thing is that it is the same as traditional divination - the ultimate client is me.

After all, in fact, I'm not an actor.

But, reality didn't leave me much room to think, it was Henry, and he started.

"Of the three children, only two will always be with you, and you will prefer the other one. No, it's not that she's the most pleasing to you, or that you lack time with her. It is because she has a unique gift that will soothe your heart that has nowhere to rest. ”

Yes, I yearn for the unknown in the distance, I yearn for mystery. If it is true as Henry says, then I must follow his words.

"Please tell us a little bit more about that child. ”

Of course, I did.

"Before the age of 11, she was a girl like everyone else, and although strange things happened to her occasionally, there was always a reasonable explanation in the end. The real change came when I was 11 years old. ”

"She'll be transferred to a school called Beauxbatons, and you know it's a better place than the school on your doorstep, but you don't know where it is. When she returns, you only learn that she has learned French and nothing else except etiquette and dance. ”

"It's weird, isn't it? You can only guess that the school is located in France, but you can't get any other useful information. Doubts, worries, these are the feelings that ordinary people have, but you don't. Yes, it's weirder. You only have doubts about one thing, every time she comes back, she seems to tell you a lot, but you turn your head and forget, but your preference for her is increasing day by day. ”

"Yes, those words, those memories, are hidden deep in your subconscious. Until the day she graduates, that is, the day she becomes an adult. You'll remember, there's everything about her, and that's ......."

"Enough!"

As I immersed myself in the dreams Henry weaved, the beauties were strangely furious.

Oh, I swear, dear journal, that the next scene will never be forgotten in my life.

The beauties, or rather, the wizards, yes, you read that right, the word "wizard," rushed to the stage and pulled out their wands, which is what Henry later replied to me. At that time, I couldn't compare these little wooden sticks with the wands that I thought could be used to pestle the ground.

The waving wand, the unfamiliar syllables, and the "curtain" that gradually pulled up like a translucent tulle and closed the arena on the stage, I can't think of any more suitable words to describe it than this noun.

Just like mine at the time, the audience was in an uproar. But as the curtain gradually closed, they were cut off, and my classmates, including José, seemed to have forgotten something, and as if they couldn't see the stage at all, they all turned around and headed for the bonfire.

You must think I'm going to panic, I'm going to be scared, don't you? I think so, but in fact, to me, it's not so much a shock as a surprise.

These are the unknowns and mysteries that I have been seeking, and the answers.

You'd also think that what would happen next must be a saber-rattling situation. I don't like that, but I can't help but feel the same concern. Luckily, it's the exact opposite of what you and I might have guessed.

The beauties claimed their identities, and the students of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were the same school that Henry had said before. Magic, I think, is the word he didn't utter when he was interrupted.

However, they are obviously more mysterious, and when they meet Henry, who does not show the slightest peculiarity, they show a little lack of confidence. On the other hand, Henry, in the face of the beauties who were aggressive and asked about his identity repeatedly, did not change his face.

This mysterious man, who explained his identity as a scholar, apologized to the beauties, and then invited me to join him on a visit to a real distant place, a real unknown, in this world—Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This move was naturally rejected by the beauties, and they were so nervous just because the name of the school was known to outsiders, not to mention that the mysterious Henry was going to their school.

"You can tell Ms. Olim Maxim about this, and say, a scholar, who wants to pay an academic visit to Beauxbatons. I'm sure she'll agree. ”

This is the end of the story.

The stalemate was resolved by the mysterious man's words, and the beauties were gone and disappeared. And he, when I wanted to ask more, he stopped me with a word.

"See with your own eyes. ”

yes, with my own eyes, that's for the best. But, Ms. Olim, will she agree? and, should I go?

At the end of the day, everything that has happened so far has far exceeded my expectations. Curiosity and fear of the unknown have formed a delicate balance in my heart. I don't know how dangerous this is, and of course, I shouldn't have told José and my classmates about it.

However, they got it. It was Henry, who came to them before me, awakened their subconscious memories, likewise invited them, and disappeared without a trace before I met them.

We didn't have the heart to participate in the bonfire anymore, because more than half of the people expressed their willingness to go with Henry, and we got into an argument.

Dear Diary, when I tell you this, there are already countless tourists returning to the hotel outside the window. The bonfire was over, wasn't it? The argument outside the bedroom had subsided, my mind had cleared up, and I thought it was time to go out and show my attitude.

Let's get here first, and we'll give you the answer tomorrow, dear diary.