Chapter 1102： bad prediction

  Chapter 1102 Bad Prophecy

   "Good morning, Professor."

   "Good morning, Mr. Anderson, long time no see, Sybil." After greeting Albert with a smile, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Trelawney.

   "Good morning, Dumbledore, I..."

   "Professor Trelawney hopes to return to school to continue working." Albert continued for Trelawney.

   "Oh, of course no problem." Dumbledore smiled and said to Trelawney: "Hogwarts will always be your home."

   Trelawney could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, professor, I hope you can make a prophecy for Professor Dumbledore." Albert took out a glass medicine bottle from the shape-changing lizard skin bag, poured a Felicia from the bottle and handed it to Trelawney Said, "This is the Elixir of Felicity."

   "Prophecy for me?" Dumbledore repeated with slightly raised eyebrows.

   "Yes, for some reason." Albert said vaguely, "In short, give it a try. Maybe, the Felicity Elixir can stimulate your divination talent."

   "Mr. Anderson, your way of thinking is always surprising." Dumbledore was very surprised when he heard that Albert planned to use Felicia to tap Trelawney's talent for divination.

   This is indeed a good idea. Felicia Felicia can enhance the user's abilities in all aspects, and maybe it can really develop Trelawney's divination talent.

"how do you feel?"

   Albert put away the medicine bottle under Trelawney's gaze.

"It's amazing, but I don't know if I can enter the state of prophecy you mentioned. Maybe I can use the Carlo cards to divination Dumbledore." Trelawney took out the Cards from her pocket, and after a simple shuffle , fanned out and handed to Dumbledore.

  Dumbledore knew very well that Trelawney could predict the future, but that required her to enter a certain state, instead of using the so-called Caro cards for divination. Although he didn't believe in this thing at all, he drew one.

   "Towers struck by lightning!"

  Trelawney looked at the Carlo card Dumbledore handed over, and murmured, "Disaster, misfortune and death, this is not a good omen."

   "Oh, it seems that Felix Elixir can't help either?"

  Albert was a little disappointed, but still smiled and said to Trelawney, "Professor, I have asked the house elf to send the luggage back to your original room."

   "Oh, I'm going first."

Trelawney understood what Albert meant, and when she turned around to leave, she suddenly stopped and said in a hoarse voice different from her own: "The Dark Lord will soon get his wish—his lifelong enemy will die at the hands of those he trusts—and he will welcome death gladly."

  The principal's office suddenly fell into a strange dead silence.

  Trelawney opened her eyes in confusion, as if sensing that someone was watching her, she turned her head to look at the two with strange expressions in doubt, muttered something, and turned to leave.

   "Professor, it's dinner time, don't be late."

"oh."

   Trelawney quickly disappeared through the entrance to the Headmaster's office.

   "What a surprise!" murmured Dumbledore.

"It seems that Felicia is still useful." Albert said softly, "Trelawney's genetic talent for prophecy is very strong, but she can't control this accidental prophecy at all, just like... she hasn't been to Hogg yet. The kids Watts trains, if they find the right way to develop it, they can use it."

"To be honest, I didn't take a divination class before, and I don't have much patience with it." Dumbledore said softly, "Predicting the future is very difficult, because the causal relationship between people's behavior is always complicated and changeable, and many predictions are actually Neither will come true.”

   "You actually believe it, otherwise you wouldn't have provided shelter for Trelawney." Albert said softly, "You also hope to get more useful prophecies from Trelawney."

   "Oh, so it seems that you predicted my death."

   Speaking of death, Dumbledore was very calm, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing.

   "I just want to do a simple verification, will you still die."

  “The so-called fatalism prevails in Western culture, believing that prophecies cannot be changed even after hearing them.”

   "There is indeed such a claim, but I think it's more bullshit."

   "Sirius is not dead." Albert said suddenly, "I changed that prophecy, even though I never told him the content of the prophecy."

"But I think prophecies can actually be changed, just like you said that the causal relationship between people's behavior is always complex and changeable." Albert looked at Dumbledore and said calmly, "And I will tell you this news , because I think your death came more from your choice, your summer vacation plan."

   "You think my summer vacation plans will lead to my death." Dumbledore had no expression on his face.

   "You may be in trouble." Albert shook his head.

   "Do you think I can find the Horcrux?" Dumbledore was more concerned about this matter.

   "I think you can find it." Albert said.

   "This is really good news." Dumbledore said happily.

   "I hope you can go to my wedding first, and then carry out your summer vacation plan." Albert said calmly.

   "My reputation has always been good."

   "If you are willing to help me, I will tell you something that is very important to Harry." Albert said suddenly.

   "You seem to like making deals with people."

   "The most reliable relationship between people is mutual benefit." Albert said softly, "I have been trying, and I have achieved good results."

   "That's true." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Thanks to you for Harry's matter, and for Trelawney's matter, you seem to have convinced her."

   "I told her that Firenze won't stay at Hogwarts for long, and he will return to the colony of the Forbidden Forest in a few years."

   "This is really good news. I think Firenze must also want to return to his community." Dumbledore was a little surprised, but he also believed in Albert's divination.

   "By the way, you know about Hagrid's brother, right?" Albert suddenly turned his head and asked when he walked out of the principal's office.

   "I believe that Hagrid's efforts will pay off."

   "If that's the case, that's good."

  As soon as Albert left the principal's office, he was surrounded by a group of people.

   "They said they saw you back."

  Lee Jordan patted Albert on the shoulder and asked, "Are Fred and George ready to come back?"

   "They left, what are they doing when they come back, are they suffering from the exam?" Albert asked back.

   "How enviable!"

   "Are you going to stay for the exam?" Shanna asked.

   "Yeah, I plan to graduate from school normally." Albert said with a smile, "It's a beginning and an end."

   "Oh, by the way, Umbridge will leave school today, I think she will leave quietly by dinner time."

   "This is really big news." Lee Jordan said excitedly, "Maybe, we should send Umbridge out ourselves."

   This incident spread through Hogwarts like wings.

   Members of the Anti-Toad League believed that a farewell ceremony should be held for Umbridge, and the proposal was widely accepted by everyone.

   Albert did not discuss with everyone how to hold a farewell ceremony, but went to Hagrid's hunting lodge,

   "Oh, Albert, come in, come in," Hagrid greeted enthusiastically: "You came just in time, look, what I just did."

"What's this?"

  Albert stared at the glass of green liquid with ice cubes in it, and asked with raised eyebrows.

   "This is dandelion juice."

   "Dandelion juice, are you sure?"

   Albert rejected it from the bottom of his heart.

"Do you not like it?"

   "No, I've only drank dandelion tea, not freshly squeezed, so forget it."

   "It's a pity, it's nice to drink in summer." Hagrid poured more than half of the glass into his mouth and smacked his lips.

   "By the way, where did you hide last time?" Albert quickly changed the subject.

"I'm hiding in the mountains outside," Hagrid said, pointing in the direction of Hogsmeade, "There's a cave up there, I've been hiding there, thanks to the food you prepared for me, otherwise I don't know what to do .”

   "Umbridge will leave quietly at dinner time today, do you want to give her a ride?" Albert asked with a smile.

   "Oh, is that nasty guy finally leaving?" Hagrid looked pleased.

   "Yes, she is likely to go to Azkaban Prison." Albert took out a newspaper from his pocket, "She was accused of using the Cruciatus Curse on Harry."

   "That crazy woman should go to Azkaban to accompany those dementors." Hagrid muttered.

   "The dementors have rebelled, and they are no longer stationed in Azkaban." Albert spread out the newspaper, knocked on the third page, and reminded.

   "Oh, my God." Hagrid took the newspaper, then suddenly looked up at Albert, "By the way, I heard from Hermione that you beat Umbridge severely with a whip."

   "She was going to let the Aurors catch me, so I beat her and the Aurors in a fit of anger." Albert said innocently.

  (end of this chapter)