Chapter 349

"What? What sin?" Umbridge stepped back when he saw Trelawney's strange appearance. "What's the matter with the silent? Those things no longer existed decades ago!"

But Trelawney, as if she hadn't heard her words, was still buried in her long hair, and the range of her trembling was even greater

"... Kaka... Evil... Recovery... Nightmare is coming..."

She told in her voice that the atmosphere in the classroom was becoming more and more strange. In the room that had been bright because the curtains were wide open, everyone only felt that the temperature was falling a little.

At the same time, Trelawney's prediction became more and more coherent and clear.

"... when the old light... Retreats... The stage, the old enemy will make a comeback..."

"... the tombstone of evil will eventually change hands. When the silent one... Er... Kaka... Kaka..."

While everyone was immersed in the mysterious and treacherous prophecy, Trelawney seemed to be blocked by something, and the vicissitudes of life came to an abrupt end.

Instead, it was the meaningless noise at first. The little wizards looked at each other and were at a loss.

Although in the magic world, the existence of prophets has been rare since ancient times. But since magic schools like Hogwarts still offer divination classes for many years, wizards are not unfamiliar with "prophecy".

Of course, there are too many ambiguous things in divination. In the extreme lack of examples, everyone didn't care much about this course.

But even so, when Trelawney showed her real "prophecy posture" in public, most little wizards felt a little "have to believe".

Even Umbridge could only bite his teeth without saying a word - after all, everyone can feel it now. At the moment, the smell on Trelawney's body is just goose bumps.

However, while everyone listened nervously, Trelawney's state was even more abnormal.

In the tense gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her mouth half open and half closed, as if she wanted to continue to say something.

Her eyes were covered with gray.

"... crack... Ho ho... Break... The... Shackles of... Timing..."

Trelawney in the gesture of prophecy, like being possessed by something else, is using her body to describe the prophecy itself. But at this moment, the "existence" in her body has become extremely difficult to speak.

"... different... Numbers."

The last half of the word was squeezed out of her throat, and the gray in Trelawney's eyes suddenly dissipated. Then she seemed to lose the support of some strength and fell on the floor.

Almost at the same time, in the prophecy Hall of the mysterious Affairs Department of the Ministry of magic, a newly filled prophecy ball burst with a "click"

"Oh... Hum... What's the 'odd number'? I don't know what it means!"

Umbridge was awakened by the sound of her falling. She muttered dryly, then without looking back, she drilled through the trap door on the ground and hurried downstairs.

"So... What?" Harry looked at Professor Trelawney on the ground, looked around again, and found that everyone was looking at himself.

"Er..." he hesitated, then subconsciously pointed to himself, "me?"

The students nodded together.

"Hello, Ron -" Harry turned quickly and pulled his good friend.

"Oh... Okay, okay! Who makes us good friends!" Ron seemed to remember something. When he felt Harry tugging at him, he looked up. "Let's hurry and call Professor McGonagall..."

Before the words fell, he rarely took the initiative to get up and took Harry and ran to the trap door.

"Were you just writing down the prophecy?"

"Of course! Didn't Maka say that if there is anything important, contact him - this is a good opportunity for us to help him!"

While running to the deformation class, the two whispered together.

"Well, also..." Harry nodded.

"But you say... Is Trelawney's prediction accurate?" although Ron wrote it down excitedly, he still doesn't trust Trelawney as a professor. "How can I think about it, or do I think it's unreliable?"

"Who knows?" Harry thought. "Marca will always judge for herself. Oh... Speaking of it, what happened to your candy just now?"

Ron shook his head in embarrassment at the speech.

"You must remember, don't let my mother know..."

"Sure!" said Harry, patting his chest as he ran.

"As I said just now, it's a trial work by Fred and George, called 'alcohol bomb'... Marca's suggestion is that if you sell it to major bars, you can certainly make a lot of gold gallon!"

"Ha..." Harry laughed, "just listen to the name to know what it is! Fortunately, I just chewed it and spit it out..."

"No, no, the biggest advantage of this thing is that no matter how much you eat, you won't get drunk!" Ron said mysteriously. "Marca said that he added a formula to quickly decompose alcohol, which is both enjoyable and not intoxicating, so that those drunkards can't stop at all..."

Soon, they came to the door of the deformation class classroom. They looked at each other, then Harry came forward and reached out to open the door of the classroom.

"... the physical properties of each material are closely related to its magical properties. We can correspond to... Huh?"

Professor McGonagall was giving a lecture. When she heard the sound of the door being opened, she turned back sharply.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry said quickly.

"What's the matter?" McGonagall was always stern and serious in class. "Shouldn't you be in the divination classroom at this time? What are you doing here?"

"That..." hallidan said. "Professor Trelawney made a prediction, and then she fainted..."

In fact, most students know more or less that Professor McGonagall doesn't like Professor Trelawney because she doesn't believe in divination.

Harry naturally saw the way the two professors got along on weekdays, so he looked a little hesitant now.

But it was, after all, Hogwarts's professor and Dumbledore himself. For McGonagall, who trusted Dumbledore and cherished Hogwarts bit by bit, she had long recognized Trelawney's existence.

"I see," Professor McGonagall nodded immediately and turned to the students in the classroom. "Next, you recite the dual nature of the material yourself..."

Then she hurried to the door.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you go to the school hospital and inform Mrs. Pomfrey," said Meg hastily. "We'll be here soon -"

"Ah! OK!" Harry and Ron answered at the same time.

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Half an hour later, the principal went to the room.

There are many portraits of principals on the wall. I don't know where they have gone. The furnishings here also seem to have changed a lot. For example, they have been carefully cleaned up, which looks much fresher than in the past.

The side windows were also open, and the wind poured in, but there was not much coolness.

Even the branch hat on the shelf seems to have been well cleaned. Although there are still patches everywhere and the wrinkled places have not been smoothed, at least it is not as dirty as in previous years and there are stains inside and outside.

Professor McGonagall seems a little uncomfortable with this almost new principal's office. She looks around from time to time with some doubts in her eyes.

"... is that so?" Dumbledore nodded to MEG. "How's Sybil now?"

"She's awake. It doesn't look like a problem." Meg said seriously, "but her prediction..."

From the students' description, it is undoubtedly a real prediction, so Professor McGonagall is also very concerned about it. But Dumbledore only thought a little after hearing it.

"Don't worry," he smiled. "It's not a big problem."

A true prophecy from a prophet, I'm afraid most people will be very cautious. But now Dumbledore didn't seem to care so much, as if the content was really no big deal.

"But..." Professor McGonagall seemed a little worried.

"It's okay, relax..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped it. "No one can say well about the future... Prophecy can only be used as a reference. What should we do or what to do, can't it?"

After wiping the lens, he put it on the bridge of his nose again. Then he continued, "Mileva, would you like a toffee finger cake?"

Professor McGonagall pursed his mouth and shook his head.

"No, no..." she thought, "I'll go down first."

"OK."

Dumbledore stood up and watched MEG leave with a smile. When the door of the headmaster's office closed again, he picked up a finger cake and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it gently.

"... old enemy?" he murmured, then shrugged indifferently, with a hint of mischief in his smile. "It's time to end..."

After that, he grabbed some finger cakes, and then staggered to the window.

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow, blowing his silver hair and often white beard, making the image of the white wizard more elegant and dusty.

The warm sunshine fell on him. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes comfortably. The half moon shaped lens reflects the sun and shines with gold.

"HMM... sneak back to the 'honey Duke' before Maka comes? The leaflet says that new desserts have been developed in the store..."