Chapter 128: 2 prophecies

Because of the unexpected situation last night, Tyrande's Maca did not succeed after all.
从 Beginning today is the day of the exam.
Maca always feels careless about the examination. This time, everyone seems to be more absent-minded than in previous years.
On the first night of the exam week, Maca ran to Hogsmeade sneakily. After all, there is still a part of King Garron in Tyrande!
However, it is better to say not to go; this go makes Maca feel more and more that he is wasting time.
According to Tyrande, he must have walked for at least half a year, and during this half year, the right to sell pharmaceuticals has returned to Maca's hands-this is all money!
Anyway, he has to find a seller to cooperate again, even if it is temporary, it is better than not.
The research on magic needs a lot of Jin Jialong to support him. In terms of magical materials, Maca, who has long been accustomed to it, was really a bit uncomfortable for a while.
The day before the exam ended, Connelly Fudge appeared at the school.
Bian Fuji still wore his pinstripe cloak, sweating slightly on his forehead, and he didn't look well, and dark circles appeared around his eyes.
在 At this moment, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam. Harry was staring at him now!
"Harry, hello!" Fudge said, "Just finished the exam, isn't it? You're almost done?"
"Yes." Harry nodded and briefly answered.
Hermione and Ron had no interest in talking to the magic minister at all, and they walked back and forth awkwardly.
"The weather is so good," said Fudge, and his eyes fell on the lake. "It's a pity ... a pity ..."
He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.
"I'm here to perform an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Commission for Disposal of Dangerous Biology requires a witness to be present when a crazy eagle-headed horse with winged beasts is executed-exactly, I need to visit for some things Hogwarts, they invited me to participate. "
这 "That said, have you heard the appeal?" Ron interjected.
"No, no, the appeal is set for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning to look at Ron.
"You might not be a witness to execution!" Ron said loudly, "That eagle-headed horse with a winged beast may be fine!"
Before Fu Ji had time to answer, the two witches came out of the gate of the castle behind him.
One was very old, like an old cucumber withering; the other was tall and well-formed, with some sparse stubble on his chin.
Just beside them, Maca was walking peacefully with them.
The very old witch squinted and looked at Hagrid's hut, then turned his head and said to Maca softly, "Oh, oh ... I'm too old to do this ... ... "
"This has nothing to do with being old and old, what should not be done, of course, it is still not good." Beside him, the tall man said coldly.
At this point, Maca shrugged, "I think so, Mr. McNeill."
Uh ...
The last examination subject of Maca was divination, which happened to be alongside Harry and Ron, while Hermione was a Muggle researcher.
玛 When Maca came to the front of the classroom, he saw many students sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the classroom of divination—everyone seemed to want to temporarily hold Merlin's thigh at the last moment.
"She wants to see us separately." Maca heard Harry's side, Neville was talking. "Have any of you seen anything in the crystal ball?"
的 The queue outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As soon as someone came down the silver staircase, the others came up and asked quietly, "What did she ask? Did you pass?"
However, everyone refused to answer this question.
"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you, I would have terrible things!" Neville came down the stairs, he walked towards Harry and Ron, and then squeaked.
The two men have now reached the platform of the ladder.
"That's right," Ron said scornfully, "you know, I'm starting to think that Hermione said she's right, she's an old liar."
"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and found that it was two o'clock now, "I just hope she can hurry ..."
His next was Ron, and then Harry. When it was Makar's turn, time had passed almost 40 minutes.
By the way, when Harry came down, his face looked very surprised.
怎么 "What's wrong?" Marka welcomed and asked, "Is Professor Trelawney saying something?"
"She told me just now ..."
Harry's words were only halfway through, but Professor Trelawney's voice came over: "Maca McLean!"
呃 "Uh, I want to wait a while--" Harry hesitated.
"No, now." Maca interrupted him, urging, "Hurry up, it won't take a few seconds."
"Well ... I think Professor Trelawney seemed to have made a real prediction just now," Harry said, thinking for a while, and then shaking his head, "No, I'm not sure, but she just said ... "
"……Say what?"
"She said—" "Mr. Maca McLean, are you here?"
Harry looked at Maca again, but Maca just waved his hand and motioned him to leave it alone.
"She said that the black devil sacrificed a servant, re-emerged, and became very powerful ... what else did she say, 'There will be greater pollution coming back to the earth with the return of the black devil'." She was getting more vague, and I couldn't hear it ... "Harry said," But then, Voldemort seemed to be ... "
"It's about to return ..." Maca frowned, and suddenly said, "Harry, remember, read the book that I've given you about brain-closing surgery, and try to learn as soon as possible."
His tone became serious: "Trust me, this is good for you and for us!"
可 "But ... why is that? What effect does that curse have?" Harry asked, puzzled.
Maca was trying to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting a third time.
"Anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead." Maca said, and then quickly walked up the spiral stairs.
Uh ...
玛 When Maca came into the classroom of the exam, he immediately found that the tower room was hotter than ever before.
的 The curtains here were all pulled tightly. The fire was burning in the fireplace, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell.
Maca frowned, and walked towards Professor Trelawney—she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her.
"It's not a good thing to delay time," it seems because she waited for a while, which made her look a little awkward now. "... Well, look at this crystal ball, and time it for you now ... Then you tell me What do you see in it ... "
Maca leaned down and glanced into the crystal ball, but no matter what he looked at, nothing could be seen except the rotating white mist inside.
In fact, Maca has worked hard for divination, but I am afraid he will not understand this subject in his life.
She took a small potion bottle with her hand hidden under the edge of the table and quietly unplugged it.
"唔 ..." Professor Trelawney asked on time. "What did you see?"
热 The heat wave in the room was scorching, and the liquid in the bottle evaporated quickly, at least faster than Maca imagined.
接着 He then rubbed his nose and put some ointment under his nose.
"Oh ... I saw one, um ... small, long tail thing ..." Maca casually said something-anyway, he has been thinking about the little dwarf Peter recently.
"What does that look like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about ..."
"..." Maca was waiting for the effects of the liquid to come out. "I think, is that ... a mouse?"
"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment paper on her lap, "I think you seem to see ... well ..."
She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes became confused.
"Oh ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sorry ... I think ..." Trilawny narrowed his eyes, his eyes getting more and more confused.
It was only a short while after, but Trilawie suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes began to twitch.
"Did it really happen?" Maca concentrated her energy and was ready to listen.
However, at the next moment, Trilawie closed her eyes again and fell asleep on the table.
Maca couldn't help but slap her lips, just took the recorder on the table, pulled out her wand and clicked twice. Suddenly, a line of prophetic records exactly the same as Trelawney's handwriting appeared.
On the record sheet, he left the prophecy of Buckbike's execution there.
If this comes true, then at least his divination grade will not be too bad this year.
Just as he put the record back again, preparing to wake Trilloni, and then make a few words, she twitched a few times, and then a dull and hoarse voice rang under her arm. stand up.
"Death ... will always be with you ... sin, will dance with you ... your destiny will be intertwined with disaster ... no ... no!"
Speaking of here, Trilawney suddenly looked up, and her trembling, bloodshot eyes stared straight at Maca, and even a pathological flush appeared on her face.
"Don't-hit-on!" She shouted, shouting in a peculiar voice like a man.
声音 That voice was like a suffocated person calling for help, and a dying person mourning. Maka couldn't tell whether she was warning him or watching someone who didn't exist shout.
This is a true prophecy, but the prophecy has never been clear.