Vol 2 Chapter 1461: Carrion conspiracy

This cannot be said to be a superstition. Although the real diviners are fewer and fewer, they do exist in history.
Divination, the oldest branch of magic, has always been an inseparable part of the magic world.
Because they don't understand, because of mystery, because of the fear of the future, the diviners are often very respectable.
Now, many wizards look at Professor Trelawney with a complex and awe-inspiring look.
"Yes, that is a clearer sign, I have known for a long time, these signs are always bad." Professor Trelawney said in a special tone, "It’s not good, children, I saw it in it. A lot, including death."
She paused, and there was a messy inspiratory sound in the room, and some people broke their hands and broke the cup.
Ai Wen sighed helplessly. Is it rude if he asks to leave at this time?
"Why didn't you come to my divination class this semester?" she continued. "I know from the principal that you gave up the news of this class. This regrettable news even stays behind that horse." It’s even more disappointing at Hogwarts. You should know that this class is especially important for you!

Why did they give up divination? Do you have no points in your heart?
Death, death, death, except for the intimidation of death, they did not get anything from this class.
Because after listening to Professor Trelawney's real prophecy, Ai Wen also had expectations.
But it turned out that he really couldn't ask for such a thing, and he couldn't be with Professor Trelawney twenty-four hours.
Therefore, Ai Wen decided to give up.
For the prophecy that Professor Trelawney made about the return of Voldemort, he will gain a powerful force beyond the imagination of ordinary people, a large part of which has already been fulfilled. Voldemort did return, he got the help of Carreuse and the statue of the evil spirit, got the terrible magic left by Slytherin himself, and was on the way to becoming a non-human monster. If he succeeded, it really exceeded The powerful force that ordinary people imagine, the power of evil spirits.
Although there is still a point that is not completely compatible, Ai Wen thought carefully and felt that it was not a problem.
Even true prophecy is not clear and accurate, and there are many ambiguities in it.
So, the dark temple, the servant who will help Voldemort, probably refers to the fallen horse temple in the Albanian forest and the vampire leader Carrex, who was helping Voldemort at the time, can say the past...
What needs to be done now is to defeat Voldemort. Avon feels that this process does not require Professor Trelawney's prophecy.
"You really should choose a divination class. If you need it, children, you only need one sentence..."
"Ah, Sybil, we all feel that our class is the most important!" A loud voice said that Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trelawney, his face was red, his velvet hat was awkward, and he held it with one hand. Mead, holding a huge piece of mince pie in one hand, "but the three in front of us have a remarkable performance in the potion class. Especially Harry, he is a rare magic. The genius of medicine. Yes, Ai Wen and Hermione are also doing very well, but there is still a certain distance from Harry. I think I have never seen such a student. His understanding of potions has exceeded my. Imagine it!"
He used to be pampered, although some congested eyes looked at Harry with a smug smile on his face.
"Gifted, like your mother! No, it should be stronger than your mother. Really, I have only taught a few students like you who are so talented in my life, but I can tell you, Harry, you are the most Great, even Severus..."
The air solidified here, and Harry's eyes widened back a half step, as if he was greatly frightened.
Immediately, Ai Wen saw something that scared him.
Slughorn extended an arm like hooking Snape out of the air.
"Don't sneak, come talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said happily, "I'm talking about Harry's special talent in potions! It's awesome, I I am very optimistic about him. Of course, of course, there is also your credit here, you taught him for five years!"
Snape was hugged by Slughorn's arm and couldn't move.
His gaze fell on Avon's nose and then quickly removed and looked at Harry.
The black eyes were sewed and seemed to be looking at him.
"Interesting, I never thought I had anything to teach Potter."
"Oh, that's genius!" Slughorn called. "You didn't see the live decoction that he gave me in the first class. I have never seen a student who can do better than him for the first time." I think even you, Severus..."
"Is it?" Snape said calmly, his eyes staring at Harry like a drill.
Harry was a little uneasy, fearing that Snape would pursue his source of new talent in potions.
Hermione frowned, and Avon felt that Harry was a little bit smug.
He relied too much on the book, and Avon had reminded him to use the above content carefully, preferably based on reference, but Harry did not listen.
Well, he didn't think that Slughorn would give Harry such a high rating.
"Dear, remind me, what class did you take, Harry?" asked Slughorn.
"Black Magic Defence, Charms, Deformation, Herbal Lessons..."
"In a word, all the courses that Auror needs to learn." Snape said, with a slight sneer.
"Yes, I just want to be an Auror." Harry challenged, bravely watching Snape.
After a long struggle between the Quidditch star and the Auror, he finally decided to become an Auror according to his original idea, if he could.
He felt that he should try it, like Sirius.
"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry." Luna unexpectedly said that everyone looked at her.
"what?"
"You don't know? Auror is part of the plan of corruption. I think everyone knows it." Luna said with a natural tone.
"What a rot of a carrion?" Hermione asked subconsciously.
"It is the use of black magic and gum disease to mess up the Ministry of Magic from within, Auror is their accomplice."
Many people who are paying attention to this conversation laughed. Luna’s joke is still very funny, but Snape obviously didn’t think so. He stared at Harry in a malicious way and didn’t intend to let him go. Snape was going to get to the bottom of his question. Fortunately, at this time, Filch walked over to the side of Draco Malfoy's ear.
"Professor Slughorn." Filch snorted and said that the meat on his chin was shaking, and the goldfish caught the crazy light of the student's naughty egg. "I found the boy hiding upstairs." In the hallway, have you sent him an invitation?"