Chapter 836

"Disasters always come unexpectedly with the passage of time, and we... Are small. When bad luck comes to us, all we can do is wait silently."

"Madam, let go of your obsession! Let go..."

Sibyl Trelawney, who was sitting in the crowd divining for a witch, was a professor of divination at Hogwarts. Of course, on weekdays, her words can basically be ignored, because most of the time she is talking nonsense.

But it is wrong to say that she has no real ability.

At that time, Trelawney was also a professor interviewed by Dumbledore himself. She relied not only on her grandmother, the once famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney, but also because she made a real prediction in front of Dumbledore during the interview.

Unfortunately, such things as blood will weaken with the transmission from generation to generation. It is naturally more difficult to inherit such things as prophet blood that specially pick female offspring to wake up.

In addition, Sybil is a mixed race, and his lineage from his father is weakened to a certain extent

Yes, fundamentally speaking, the achievements of wizards do not value blood. Muggle born wizards also have almost equal growth space.

But in some specific aspects, the theory of evil blood lineage that hinders the progress of the magic world may not be nonsense.

"Yes... Relax, don't be nervous, relax... You have to believe that when you live with honesty and stability, the bad luck that was staring at you will quietly fade away..."

This is the first time Maka has heard that bad luck will take care of good people. But, like Trelawney, it is also a desirable behavior to persuade people to do good.

"Oh, I see, Ms. Trelawney! I'll do what you say..." the witch nodded at Trelawney and then said, "by the way, that... Although I know it may be a little... How much should I pay you?"

"Well, the prophet revealed that the future always needs some price... But you don't have to care. Just give some at will."

Watching the witch take out two stacks of gold from her pocket and put Garonne in front of Trelawney, Maka plans to take back the evaluation just now... Yes, at least half.

But just then, Trelawney suddenly raised her head and looked at Luna standing not far away.

Luna is now with Harry and others, but Harry and Hermione are closer to wapel and vampire Xueni, while Luna, who falls last, is about to stand at Trelawney's table.

"Miss Lovegood?" the divination professor looked at Luna and seemed a little happy. "Come and sit down next to me... You can feel it while I am divining."

In the third grade, Luna's elective course included divination.

Although she didn't do well in divination, her ethereal eyes and wild words always liked Trelawney.

But in Marca's opinion, Trelawney loves Luna so much that she may want to cultivate her into a god like herself.

"Sorry, Professor Trelawney, we have something else to do - this is the extracurricular counseling of divination. I think we'd better wait another time!"

Although Luna herself seems very interested in it, Maka doesn't want her to waste time on Trelawney.

Conventional divination is not difficult, but the accuracy is never high; And like the unconventional blood of the prophet, ordinary people can't learn it at all.

So Maka just went over and pulled Luna away.

"Oh, Marca?" she let Marca hold her sleeve and walk along. "Where are we going? Is it dancing?"

"I remember, you don't seem to like dancing?" Marca took Luna back to Harry and others, followed and said casually, "and the dance music hasn't started yet..."

As soon as he came here, Mr. Wolper stood up. He had just taken Slughorn's medicine. He was in a state of full spirit. Now he came up as soon as he saw Maka coming back.

"Mr. McLean, I'm ed wapple... Professor Slughorn has mentioned you many times in his correspondence with me. Your deeds make me yearn sincerely! In fact, I wanted to meet you a long time ago..."

Seeing that the little wizard had always shown great enthusiasm, makaton was slightly stunned.

"Oh, Mr. wolple, isn't it? Nice to meet you -"

Look at this guy's age. Marca knows it's probably Slughorn's student or something. If you just meet and get to know each other, it's nothing.

But next, wopler began to talk about autobiography.

"... seriously, people all over the world are eager to know more about you. For example, your past, your childhood, your life, your thoughts... Of course, maybe your view of mate selection?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked back and forth at Hermione, Ginny and Luna, but he didn't say anything to risk prisoners.

"In fact," he continued, "I'd like to write you a book about the first stage of your life! If you are willing to accept my interviews with you several times, um... Not much, once a month is enough, it won't take much time. In a few months, you can see a personal autobiography about you..."

"Really, it's no trouble at all. What do you think?"

With that, wopler looked at Maka with expectation on his face, and from time to time threw a "request for assistance" look at Slughorn who came back here again.

But at the moment, the fat old man was regretting that Marca rejected his "good idea"! Where did you notice these little things?

"Autobiography?" Marca shook her head decisively. "I'm sorry. If I have this intention in the future, I'll contact you again."

Being quickly rejected by Maka, wopul was certainly unwilling. But when he wanted to persuade Marca further, a house elf suddenly appeared next to Slughorn.

"Mr. Slughorn, all the guests on your invitation list have arrived."

Slughorn, who was thinking about something, finally recovered, and then he nodded clearly.

"I see."

For the old man, the ball has lost the finishing touch of the soul, but everyone has come. What should be continued or must be continued as usual, isn't it?

"McLean, ladies and gentlemen, excuse me first."

Before his voice fell, he hurried to the front, opening his almost conventional speech mode in his personal activities.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly turned back and looked at Marca without saying a word.

Dance! Always dance

"Ho --" "ho!"

Maka just opened her mouth, and suddenly there was a sound at the door - the door of the small hall opened.

"Oh! Sorry, Slughorn... It's too much."

A figure much taller than ordinary people suddenly appeared at the door. Maka looked back and saw that Hagrid was coming.

"Marca, are you there? I heard you came here to the ball... Hey?"

There were so many people in the hall that Hagrid couldn't find Maka at once. Here, Maka just wanted to wave her hand, but she caught a glimpse of Hermione's eyes.

"Well..."

He smiled helplessly and took back his hand half way up.

Maka never found out where she had the characteristics to attract girls. But anyway, when a girl stares at you with that complex look, she will inevitably feel embarrassed.

Even if you have already clearly refused once, it is the same.

"Maka?" Hagrid shouted again. Seeing no response, he had to shake his head and say to himself, "isn't he here? Oh, where will he be..."

Without anyone, Hagrid had to leave first and close the door again.

People in the small hall looked around. In fact, many people were aiming at Maka intentionally or unintentionally. But Maka herself didn't move, and they naturally had no reason to answer for him.

"... cough," Slughorn glanced thoughtfully at Marca, and then said, "well, anyway, I announce that tonight's private dance starts now!"

But he took out his wand and waved it. The original soft sound of musical instruments immediately turned into a melodious classical dance music. The first dance tonight is about to begin——

"Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the first romantic song with your partners!"

Maka habitually glanced at Luna and saw her running aside with a cheerful smile, as if she wanted to go to the sideline to find those guys with novel dance steps.

"Well, Hermione..." he quickly looked at the Xueba girl not far away, blinked and said, "I don't know. Can I have the honor to invite you to dance?"

Hermione is really beautiful today. The special material of the gauze gives her more gentle temperament, and the off shoulder design adds a bit of adult femininity to her.

Even Maka felt the full charm of the other party.

However, sometimes things always go in unexpected directions. This trend has become more and more obvious in Maka in recent years.

"Sorry, I don't want to dance. Please find someone else!"

Even Harry and Ginny, who were standing quietly watching, were surprised at Hermione's words.

"What's the matter with her?" Harry said stupidly.

Ginny, though a girl of the same age, was equally surprised.

"Don't ask me, I don't know!"

Maka looked at Hermione who turned away and scratched her head inexplicably.