Chapter 312： prophecy

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"Fred and George mustn't know that their noses will be publicly exhibited one day." Ron giggled and stared at the small spot above his head intently. Harry and He also acted like him. Min and a dozen people around them.

They are standing on the empty floor, or in other words-the space inside the stone basin, where the light is not very sufficient, and it is close to the dusk scene in the twilight.

The top of the head is not the ceiling, but the round light, which is very similar to the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At this moment, a part of the light was obscured. It was a straight bridge of the nose, as if a giant outside the house was peeping at them.

Ron said contentedly, "Guess, whose nose is this? I think it's George. Although it's not obvious, his nose is a bit crooked."

Harry grinned. It was indeed a sufficiently interesting perspective, and they could still hear the "buzzing" voice coming from far away, with an echo—

"I saw a lot of little people, Ronnie would better recognize it, our red hair-oops!"

The crowd in the stone basin watched one of the Weasley brothers fall out of the air with teeth and claws. He turned over a dozen somersaults and fell firmly to the floor. George Weasley raised his head and saw his brother. He stretched out his hand with a smirk and said to him teasingly: "Your hair is also very conspicuous."

George immediately got up, patted the non-existent soil on his body, and pretended to say, "It's all to blame Fred, he pressed my head, oh, here he is."

Everyone raised their heads, and another person fell from a height, almost a replica of George, and Fred also slammed to the ground with a "bang".

"That's it!" George asked happily, "Harry, do you think the landing posture of the two of us is better?"

Harry tried his best to make his tone objective. He suppressed a smile and said seriously: "I think it's you, but Fred hit the ground louder..."

The students fell one by one like dumplings, and finally Professor Haipu, who landed on the ground lightly, smiled and said: "The appetizer before the big meal, I hope you have a good time."

"Next, I will show you the true power of this magic."

Following Felix's voice, he waved his hand at the same time, as described in the fairy tale book, "The sky became dimmed, the darkness enveloped the earth, and he couldn't see his fingers." Harry was flustered, his heart beating involuntarily. Accelerating, he tentatively called: "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"

There was no echo, and he couldn't even hear his own voice. In a panic, he ran into a person who seemed to fall, and he pulled his hand up.

"Calm—"

Professor Haipu’s voice said: “This is the magic fog, which can shield ordinary natural light and sound. Generally speaking, experienced people will choose to stay away from this area because they don’t know what they will encounter. But if you are already deep in Among them, you can use some special magic to break the fog, such as the lighting technique I taught you."

He read the magic syllables, the light converged in his hands, and the rays of light pierced the darkness and brought light, but the straight and bright light and the darkness were entangled with each other. There was no alternative. Harry thought of a scene. The flashlight beam in the night passes through the darkness.

However, the professor may have countless smaller flashlights...

At the same time, Harry also saw who was around him, the only second-year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you okay?"

Ginny's face was as red as her hair, "No, no, nothing!"

Felix said: "This is the performance of the initial mastery of this magic, and it is also my minimum requirement for you-you can control it steadily, not let it draw your magic power, and also maintain a most basic shape. It looks It’s like a big light bulb."

"After you are proficient, I mean that if you have enough control, you can change the shape of this magic at will according to your own mind, such as the light ball——"

He stretched out his hand, holding a milky white ball of light, with a warm bright yellow in the magic mist, which made people feel at ease. The light was brighter, and Harry saw the shadowy other people.

"Or the appearance of an animal—"

A luminous owl flapped its wings and photographed their faces uncertainly. Harry suddenly thought of his Hedwig, but in the next second, it became an eagle and various unknown birds of prey.

"Or, just the simplest beam—"

As Felix said, the ape-eating eagle in his hand rushed into the sky, dragging a long, bright vertical track. In the end, it really turned into a beam of light.

"These patterns can be used for your private practice to help you develop your familiarity with this magic. After that, you can inject magic power at will to strengthen the power and scope of the magic."

The thin beam of the wrist seemed to untie the restraints, and quickly expanded, one foot, two feet, ten feet, twenty feet...the beam of light continued to extend, engulfing them, the magical fog of the entire space was broken, and the sky became bright. .

Felix put away his magic, "Then, next—I will give you one-to-one guidance."

Everyone stared at the professor, they couldn't figure out the meaning of this sentence, one-on-one, one by one to go up and receive guidance? Harry and the three had faintly guessed, maybe the professor had prepared in advance, just like the professor Haipu composed of memories in the nameless book.

They were half right.

Hermione suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and the others were shocked. A second head appeared from Professor Haipu’s neck. Soon, his chest was divided into two, as if there were two. The professors overlapped.

In the strange eyes of everyone, the second complete "Professor Haipu" walked out of Felix. This Professor Haipu lit a name: "Malfoy, come with me."

Draco walked up to the two professors completely mechanically. He looked left and looked again. He couldn't tell who was true and who was false. But soon, something that surprised him even more happened. The third "sea Professor Pu" appeared, and he turned his wand casually, "Well, it's you, Diggory."

Cedric followed him away with a stiff expression. When he walked out a distance and couldn't help but look back, the fourth and fifth Professor Haipu had already begun to select students. He finally understood what one-on-one guidance meant. .

It's really one-on-one!

"Jeffrey--"

"Percy Weasley—"

"Miss Greengrass--"

One by one, the members of the Magic Club were taken away by Professor Haipu. Everyone had a blank expression on their faces. Harry could understand them very well. Even after the baptism of an unknown book, he was still shocked.

He found that Professor Haipu never hesitated to show them the magic of magic and used it in all aspects of life and teaching. Magic has become a part of the professor.

"You seem to have something to tell me, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth. He thought of Professor Trelawney's abnormal state during the exam. In his opinion, either Trelawney had an unknown illness, or she had truly made a prediction.

He had always thought that the divination professor was a liar, but he didn't think so after the attack on the Dementor Army bridge that night.

"What you worry about will happen in April."

That's it! This sentence was not addressed to someone, but to the four people present at the time, Ron, Hermione, Professor Haip and Harry himself!

Ron has always been looking forward to his pet mouse, hoping that it will come back one day-not as the black wizard or Peter Pettigrew, but as the inconspicuous mouse Scabbard who has accompanied him for more than two years, but he 'S worries are undoubtedly come true;

Hermione has always worried about them being attacked, which is one of the reasons why she actively organizes a duel self-study group. As a result, the attack really happened. If Sirius hadn't appeared suddenly, they might have been kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew, no, only himself, and the fate of Hermione and Ron can be imagined;

What about Professor Haipu? One of his respected elders died that day, this was what Hermione told him;

As for himself, he worries even more—worry Ron worries and Hermione's worries. When he met Sirius, he began to worry that he was not worthy of such a beautiful home, and it happened halfway through. Accident...

When Harry told Ron and Hermione about this speculation, they were too surprised.

"Harry, it's just a coincidence!" Hermione said proudly after the shock.

"Maybe, maybe it's true, the old dragonfly of Trelawney is really good, Hermione, haven't you said that her ancestors have real talent for divination?" Ron said suspiciously.

In private, he nicknamed the professor he didn't like. Snape was a greasy old bat. Trelawney was called the old dragonfly because she liked to play tricks and wore a pair of insect glasses...

The reaction of the two good friends was completely opposite, making Harry's attitude swaying from side to side. Until the exam, Harry was the last one to walk out of the classroom and return the crystal ball that fell on the floor to Trelawney. She rolled her eyes and stiffly. Holding on to the armchair, she said something inexplicable, her voice seemed to be ill, as if it had been sharpened hard by a file, hoarse and weird——

"A change that hasn't been seen in a thousand years... the legendary drama is staged from here... Oh-the clown returns on the drums, the warriors are ready to go, the lion is old, the firebird is nirvana... Time! Time!"

Harry was dumbfounded at the time When he was thinking about asking someone to come and help, Professor Trelawney's head dropped to her chest, she snorted, and then, suddenly, her His head snapped and lifted up again, standing as if nothing was wrong.

"Sorry, dear child," she said as if in a dream, "it was too hot during the day, you know-I fell asleep for a while..."

Harry was still standing there, dumbfounded.

Trelawney glanced at Harry in surprise, as if he had done something strange.

"What are you thinking, kid?"

...

"What are you thinking, Harry?" Felix asked.

"No, nothing," Harry froze for a moment, then came back to his senses: "I want to ask, is the stone basin also the principle of an untitled book?"

"Almost," Felix said, "but it's not so much an untitled book, it's a combination of a responsive house and a meditation basin," he blinked. "I got a gift from two elders."