Chapter 129

Because of the unexpected situation last night, Maka didn't go to Tyrande after all.

And from today on, it's the day of the exam.

Maka always gives people a feeling of carelessness when dealing with exams. This time, everyone felt that he seemed more absent-minded than in previous years.

On the first night of the exam week, Marca still stole and ran to Hogsmeade. After all, there is still a part of kingaron from Tyrande!

However, it's better not to go; This time, Maka felt more and more like she was wasting her time.

According to Tyrande, it will take him at least half a year to go, and in this half a year, the sales right of the medicine returned to Maka's hands - it's all money!

Anyway, he has to find a new seller to cooperate, even if it's temporary, it's better than not.

The study of magic needs a lot of kingaron to support him. In terms of magic materials, Maka, who has long been used to extravagance, can't adapt for a while.

The day before the end of the exam, Cornell fudge appeared in the school.

Fudge was still wearing his pinstriped cloak, with a slight sweat on his forehead. He didn't look very well, and dark circles appeared around his eyes.

Just then, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam. Harry was staring at him now!

"Hello, Harry!" said Fudge. "Just finished the exam, didn't you? It's almost finished?"

"Yes," Harry nodded and answered briefly.

Hermione and Ron were not interested in talking to the Minister of magic. They walked around in embarrassment.

"It's a nice day," fudge said, his eyes on the lake. "What a pity... What a pity..."

He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.

"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee on the disposal of dangerous organisms asked for a witness to be present at the execution of a crazy Gryphon winged animal - just in time, I needed to visit Hogwarts for something, so they invited me."

"That means we've heard the appeal?" Ron stepped forward and interrupted.

"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon," fudge said, turning to look at Ron.

"Then you may not be a witness to the execution of the death penalty!" Ron shouted. "The winged Eagle horse may be all right!"

Before fudge could answer, two wizards came out of the castle gate behind him.

One is already very old, just like an old cucumber withering; The other was tall and symmetrical, with some sparse Stubbles on his chin.

And right beside them, Maka is walking quietly with them.

The very old wizard squinted at Hagrid's cabin, then turned his head and said to Maka in a soft voice, "ouch, ouch... I'm too old to do such a thing..."

"It has nothing to do with being old. Of course, it's better not to do what you shouldn't do." the tall man said coldly next to him.

Then Marca shrugged and said, "I think so, Mr. McNeil."

……

Marca's last test subject was divination. She happened to be in line with Harry and Ron, while Hermione's was Muggle research.

When Maka came to the front of the classroom, he saw many students sitting on the spiral stairs leading to the divination class - everyone seemed to hope to hold Merlin's thigh temporarily at the last moment.

"She wants to see us separately." Marca heard Harry and Neville talking. "Have either of you seen anything in the crystal ball?"

The line outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As soon as someone came down the silver stairs, the others gathered up and asked quietly, "what did she ask? Did she pass?"

However, everyone refused to answer this question.

"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you, something terrible would happen to me!" Neville came down the stairs, walked to Harry and Ron, and screamed.

The two men have now reached the ladder platform.

"That's right," said Ron contemptuously. "You know, I'm beginning to think Hermione said she was right. She's an old liar."

"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and found that it was two o'clock. "I just hope she can be faster..."

Next is Ron, and then Harry. When it was Marca's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.

Incidentally, Harry's face looked surprised when he came down.

"What's the matter?" Marca met her and asked, "did Professor Trelawney say anything?"

"She just told me..."

Harry was only halfway through, but Professor Trelawney's voice had come: "Marca McLean!"

"Well, I want to come back later -" Harry hesitated.

"No, right now," Marca interrupted him and urged, "hurry up. It won't take a few seconds."

"Well... I think Professor Trelawney seemed to have made a real prediction just now," said Harry, thinking and shaking his head. "No, I'm not sure, but she just said..."

"... say what?"

"She said --" Mr. Marca McLean, are you here? "

Harry looked at Marca again, but Marca just waved his hand to him to leave him alone.

"She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant, rose again, and became very strong... What else did she say, 'there is more dirt coming back to the world with the return of the Dark Lord'. Later, she said more and more vaguely, and I couldn't hear it..." said Harry. "But, in that case, Voldemort seems to want to..."

"It's time to come back..." Marca frowned and suddenly said, "Harry, remember, read the manual of brain closure I gave you and try to learn it as soon as possible."

His tone became very serious: "believe me, it's good for you and us!"

"But... Why? What does that spell do?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Marca was trying to explain more, but Professor Trelawney was shouting for the third time.

"... anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead," said Marca, and quickly walked up the spiral stairs.

……

When Maka came to the exam room, he immediately found that the tower room was hotter than ever before.

All the curtains here were pulled tightly, the fireplace was on fire, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

Marca frowned and walked to Professor Trelawney - she was sitting waiting for him with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"It's not a good thing to delay time," it seems that it's because she waited for a long time, which makes her face a little uncomfortable, "... Well, look at the crystal ball, now time you... Then, you tell me what I saw in it..."

Maka leaned over and looked into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything except the rotating white fog.

In fact, Maka has worked hard for divination, but I'm afraid he won't understand it all his life.

Marca took out a small potion bottle with her hand hidden under the edge of the table and quietly pulled out the cork.

"Well..." Professor Trelawney asked punctually, "what do you see?"

The heat wave in the room was burning, and the liquid in the bottle was volatilizing quickly, at least faster than Maka thought.

He then rubbed his nose and put some ointment under his nose.

"Oh... I saw a, uh... Small thing with a long tail..." Maka said something casually - anyway, he has been thinking about dwarf Peter recently.

"What's that thing like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously. "Now, think about it..."

"..." Maka waited for the effect of the liquid to come into play. "I think it's a... Mouse?"

"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment placed on her lap. "I think you seem to see... Um..."

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, which became blurred.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I think..." Trelawney narrowed her eyes, which became more and more blurred.

But before long, Trelawney suddenly widened her eyes and began to turn her eyes around.

"Really?" Marca gathered her energy and was ready to listen.

However, at the next moment, Trelawney suddenly closed her eyes and fell asleep on the table.

Maka couldn't help but curl her mouth. She simply took the record sheet on the table, took out her magic wand and ordered it twice. Suddenly, as like as two peas of Trelawney's handwriting, a line of prophecies automatically emerged.

On the record sheet, he left the prophecy of Buckbeak's execution there.

If this thing comes true, at least his performance in divination class this year will not be too bad.

Just as he put the record sheet back, ready to wake Trelawney up and fool her, she twitched a few times, and then a dull and hoarse voice sounded under her arms.

"Death... Will always be with you... Sin will dance with you... Your destiny will be intertwined with disaster... No... no!"

At this point, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her trembling, bloodshot eyes staring straight at Marca, and even a morbid flush appeared on her face.

"Don't - hit - open!" she shouted with a ferocious face and a strange voice like a man or a woman.

The voice was like a suffocated man crying for help, or a dying man wailing. Maka couldn't tell whether she was warning him or watching someone who didn't exist shout at will.

This is a real prophecy, but the prophecy is never clear.