Chapter 86: Sudden prophecy

Pausing next to Ron, Harry yawned.
The recent training is really a bit tired. He really wants to go to bed directly like this, but his astrology chart has not been completed yet.
He pulled the schoolbag over, took out parchment paper, ink, and quill, and began to do his homework.
"If you want, you can copy me." Ron said, marking the last star on his astrology chart with a swipe, and then pushed the astrology chart to Harry.
Hermione was not in favor of plagiarism. She could not help pouting, but said nothing.
Crook Hill still stared at Ron without blinking, shaking his hairy tail tip gently. Then, without a word, it rushed forward with a sudden attack.
"Oh!" Ron yelled, grabbed his bag-he saw the four claws of Mount Crook firmly grasp the bag, and began to bite bitterly.
"Let ’s go, you idiot!"
Ron tried to the bag from under Crook Mountain's paw, but it still clung to it, biting into the corners of his mouth.
"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, and the whole lounge was watching lively.
Ron took a quick turn around with his schoolbag, and Crook Hill still clutched it.
Suddenly, the spots jumped from the top of the schoolbag.
抓住 "Catch that cat!" Ron shouted.
Then, Crookshank let go of his schoolbag, jumped to the table, and chased the frightened rat.
韦 George Weasley rushed forward to grab Crook Hill, but didn't hold it; the speckled around in the common room, and rushed under a large cupboard.
Crook Mountain stopped abruptly, squatted low, and reached under the cabinet with his forefoot furiously and pulled it up.
Ron and Hermione rushed over. Hermione grabbed Crook Mountain's waist and laboriously lifted it up and placed it elsewhere; while Ron lay on the ground, struggling hard to grab the spotted tail and pinch it out.
看看 "Look!" He shook her face a few moments before yelling at Hermione angrily, "It's already skinny! Don't let that cat approach it!"
"Crook Hill didn't know it was doing it wrong!" Hermione's voice shuddered, "All cats are catching mice, Ron--"
"This beast is a little weird!" Ron worked hard to get the madly struggling spots back into his bag, saying loudly, "It heard me say that the spots are in my bag!"
"Oh, that's nonsense," Hermione retorted, "Crook Hill will smell it, Ron, you think it will--"
The people around me couldn't help but laughed.
"The cat just stared at the spots!" Ron didn't bother with the laughter, and he interrupted Hermione's words again, "The spots were here first, and it was sick!"
After Ron finished speaking, he strode across the common room and went upstairs to the boys' dormitory.
The next morning, there was a herbal class that Gryffindor and Hitchpatch closed. But in the classroom, Ron was still angry with Hermione.
At this moment they are peeling pods and putting shiny beans in a wooden bucket.
怎么 样 "How's the speck?" Hermione asked cautiously.
For whatever reason, it is true that Crook Mountain wanted to catch the spots. And the dirty mouse was Ron's pet after all.
Hermione is also sorry about this.
"It's hiding under my bed, it's shaking all the time," Ron said angrily.
He shook his hand, did not throw the barrel, and evacuated the beans to the floor of the greenhouse.
"Watch out, Weasley, watch out!" Professor Sprout said.
In just a blink of an eye, the turquoise vines spread all over the floor. After a while, the floor of the greenhouse was full of glittering lilac flowers, and in the meantime, strands of cold air drifted out of the stamens.
Not far away, Maca bent down and looked at the flowers on the ground carefully.
"Professor Sprout, are these crampons new?" After a while, he straightened up and asked Sprout.
"Oh, yes-this is what I improved, it's beautiful, isn't it?"
Professor Sprout, who was holding his wand to clean up the greenhouse, heard the words and took a moment to look back and smile.
"It's really pretty." Maca nodded.
As he looked at the flowers around Maca, Harry suddenly came together.
伍德 "Wood has always wanted me to ask you-oh, the captain of our team-he wants to know, do you really not play in the Quidditch Cup this year?" Harry asked softly.
嗯 "Huh? Yes, don't participate." Maca shook her head. "There are too many things to keep busy, but-"
"But nothing?" Harry asked quickly.
"I want to say, I'll go and cheer for you." Maca patted Harry on the shoulder. "You fly great, not worse than our college's Cedric ... Of course, Cedric is also strong , I'm telling the truth. "
哦 "Oh-since you said so-" Harry smiled, "I will cheer!"
My next lesson is divination.
Speaking of which, Professor Trelawney, who is always god-like and loves to predict bad things, seems to have not noticed Maca since the first class.
In this lesson, Maca somehow became her key prophecy target.
"Oh, Mr. McLean, I have to say--" Professor Trelawney's big eyes stared at the crystal ball in front of him, looking at the white mist flowing inside, "Darkness will come in the near future. Ominous will return ... "
Suddenly she shivered, as if she was afraid of something.
She yelled: "Oh! Terrible! Someone will die! Someone—"
Terry Lawney swiftly supported the table, her eyes widened, and her hands trembled.
Maka was confused by her--to be honest, he didn't know if he should trust Terry Lawney, but just in case, he asked.
"Who will return?" He calmly said, "Voldemort?"
Seeing that Maca blurted out the name, many little wizards from pure blood all covered her mouth subconsciously.
But Terry Launey shook her head vigorously, her long curly hair was flung over, and then flung back.
"No ... Believe me, it's better not to speak ... Don't say ..." She propped herself up along the table, and walked away.
Maca frowned and sat there thinking for a while, then finally shook her head.
"Anyway, it's not bad to be fully prepared ..." he mumbled, "anytime, anywhere."
After a while, class time is up.
Everyone was exchanging the scary prophecies that Trelawney had said to Maca. When planning to go to the auditorium to enjoy today's lunch, Professor Sprout suddenly opened the door of the classroom and came in.
"I was just busy dealing with the crampons on the ground. I forgot to say something!" She gasped slightly. "Remember to give me the application form before Halloween-without the form, you can't go to Hogsmeade. ... so, hurry up! "
哦 "Oh, yeah, you have to hand in the form to go to Hogsmeade ..." Maca blinked, "I've been used to it, and I really forgot about it."
The thought only stayed in Maca's brain for a maximum of two seconds, and he was thrown behind him again.
Where do you want him to get his signature? Signing for Dumbledore?
However, at this time, Harry, who had the same situation as Maca, was completely free and easy in the Transfiguration Classroom.
Although Harry had decided to ask Professor McGonagall, he had been thinking about the duration of one lesson, but he was still not determined.
It was only when Professor McGonagall reminded everyone to submit the forms as soon as possible before he got the courage at the urging of Ron.
"Go ask," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Oh, but--" Hermione clearly disagreed.
"Go, Harry," Ron stubbornly urged.
Harry waited until everyone was gone before slowly "moving" to Professor McGonagall's desk.
"Oh, Potter?"
Harry took a deep breath.
教授 "Professor, my aunt and uncle ... oh ... they forgot to sign my application form." He said nervously.
Professor McGonagall looked at him from above the lens and said nothing ~ EbookFREE.me ~ So ... oh ... what do you think ... I mean, can I ... if I go to Hogsmeade Go, okay? "
Professor Megger looked back and flipped the paper on the table.
"I'm afraid it won't work, Potter," she said, "you heard what I said just now. Don't go without the form. It's a rule."
"But professor ... my aunt and uncle ... you know, they're all Muggles! They don't really understand ... understand Hogwarts' forms and activities." Harry worked hard to think of the appropriate Vocabulary, "If you say I can go ..."
Ron nodded his head vigorously to encourage him.
"But I wouldn't say that." Professor McGonagall said.
She stood up and put her paper neatly in the drawer.
"The application stated plainly that the consent of the parent or guardian must be obtained." She turned to look at him with a weird expression on her face. "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You still hurry Let's go, otherwise you should miss the lunch. "
This is obviously impossible to save.
Ron scolded Professor McGonaga for a few unpleasant words, which made Hermione very annoyed; she deliberately showed a "finally successful" expression on her face, making Ron even more angry.
Then the students in the class talked happily, and when they went to Hogsmeade, what they had to do first.
In this regard, Harry endured silently in silence.
"There will always be a feast," Ron wanted to cheer Harry up, and he patted Harry. "You know, the dinner on Halloween is always rich."
"Yeah," Harry said gloomily, "that must be great."