Chapter 1102： bad prophecy

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 attention to Trelawney.

 “Good morning, Dumbledore, I...”

"Professor Trelawney hopes to return to the school and continue her tenure." Albert continued for Trelawney.

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore smiled and said to Trelawney, "Hogwarts will always be your home."

 Trelawney couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, Professor, I hope you can make a prophecy for Professor Dumbledore." Albert took out the glass medicine bottle from the deformed lizard skin bag, poured out a Felixir from the bottle and handed it to Trelawney Said: "This is the elixir of good fortune."

 “Give me a prophecy?” Dumbledore repeated with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Yes, for some reasons." Albert said vaguely, "Anyway, give it a try, maybe the elixir can stimulate your divination talent."

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

This is indeed a good idea. The elixir can enhance the user's abilities in all aspects, and maybe Trelawny's divination talent can be developed.

"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 prophecy state you mentioned. Maybe I can use the carrot cards to divine Dumbledore." Trelawney took out the carrot cards from her pocket and shuffled them briefly. , spread out in a fan shape and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore knew very well that Trelawney could predict the future, but that required her to enter a certain state, rather than using the so-called carrot cards for divination. Although he did not believe in this stuff at all, he still drew one.

 “The tower struck by lightning!”

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

 “Oh, it seems like Felixir can’t do anything either?”

Albert was a little disappointed, but he 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 leaving first.”

Trelawney understood what Albert meant. When she turned to leave, she suddenly stopped and said in a hoarse voice that was different from her usual: "The Dark Lord will soon get what he wants - his lifelong enemy." He will die at the hands of those he trusts—and he will welcome his death with joy.”

The principal's office suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

 Trelawney opened her eyes in confusion, seeming to notice someone looking at her. She turned her head to look at the two people with strange expressions in confusion, muttered something, and turned to leave.

“Professor, don’t be late for dinner.”

"oh."

 Trelawney quickly disappeared through the entrance of the principal's office.

 “What a surprise!” murmured Dumbledore.

"It seems that the Elixir of Fortune is still somewhat useful." Albert said softly: "Trelawney's inherited prophecy talent is very strong, but she is completely unable to control this accidental prophecy ability, just like...she hasn't gone to Hogg yet. The kids Watts trained were able to use it as long as they found the right way to develop it.”

"To be honest, I have never taken a divination class before, and I don't have much patience for it." Dumbledore said softly, "It is very difficult to predict the future, because the cause and effect of people's actions are always complex and changeable, and many predictions are actually None of it will come true.”

"You actually believe it, otherwise you would not provide shelter for Trelawney." Albert said softly, "You also hope to get more useful prophecies from Trelawney."

 “Oh, I see, it seems you predicted my death.”

 When talking about death, Dumbledore was very calm, as if he was just talking about a commonplace thing.

 “I just want to conduct a simple verification to see if you are still dead.”

“The so-called fatalism is popular in Western culture, and it is believed that prophecies cannot be changed even after hearing them.”

“There is indeed such a statement, but I think it is more nonsense.”

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

"But I think prophecies can actually change. Just like you said, the cause and effect of people's actions are always complicated and changeable." Albert looked at Dumbledore and said calmly, "And I will tell you this news. , because I think your death stems more from your choices and your summer vacation plans."

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

 “You might get into 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,” said Albert.

 “That’s really good news,” said Dumbledore cheerfully.

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

 “My credit has always been good.”

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

 “You seem to like making deals with other people.”

“The strongest relationship between people is mutual benefit.” Albert said softly, “I have been trying, and I have achieved good results.”

"That's true." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Thanks to you for Harry's matter, and Trelawney's matter. You seem to have convinced her."

"I told her that Firenze wouldn't stay at Hogwarts for long, and that he would return to the community in 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, do you know about brother Hagrid?" Albert suddenly turned around and asked as he walked out of the principal's office.

 “I believe Hagrid’s efforts will yield results.”

 “In that 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 coming back.”

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

"They left, what did they do when they came back? Will they suffer for the exam?" Albert asked.

 “It’s so enviable!”

 “Are you going to stay and take 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 be leaving school today. I think she will probably leave quietly during dinner time."

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

This incident spread like wings in Hogwarts.

Members of the Anti-Toad Alliance believed that a farewell ceremony should be held for Umbridge, and the proposal was widely recognized 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 quickly,” Hagrid greeted warmly: “You came just in time, look, what I just did.”

"What's this?"

Albert stared at the glass of green liquid with ice cubes and raised his 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 drunk dandelion tea, never freshly squeezed tea, so forget it.”

"What a pity. This is great to drink in summer." Hagrid poured half a cup 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 annoying guy finally getting out?” Hagrid looked happy.

"Yes, she will probably go to Azkaban Prison." Albert took out a newspaper from his pocket, "She is 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 opened the newspaper, knocked on the third page, and reminded.

"Oh, my God." Hagrid took the newspaper and suddenly looked up at Albert, "By the way, I heard Hermione say that you whipped Umbridge hard with a whip."

"She planned to let the Aurors capture me, so I beat her up and the Aurors in a rage." Albert said with an innocent face.

 (End of this chapter)