Vol 2 Chapter 908: ?Fortunetelling

"Master, there are still some things I have to report to you. Pansy Parkinson wrote to the dark lord about the situation in the British magical world, lord, your relationship with other pure blood and Dumbledore...so the dark lord They sent Rabastan back to the UK, trying to destroy Muggle society and cause trouble to Harris..." Lucius did not use his usual slow tone, speeding up his speech and reporting in detail. He wanted to use this information. To make up for their own fault, "They plan to conduct a swimming attack in Muggle society... In order to avoid being caught by the Auror or prevent their actions, they may cast a spell and leave immediately..."
"This is indeed a bit troublesome. The Aurors need a little reaction time to reach the scene through Apparition. If there is no regular way to choose the target and put a spell and run away, it will be difficult to catch people if I go in person..." Allen frowned and shook his head. "Are you sure it's only in the Muggle world?"
"Yes, Master, there are Aurors in every part of the British wizarding world. They dare not go..." Lucius hesitated and gave a definite answer. Then he saw Alan's expression and decided to take the rest. The news was said in one breath, so as not to be even more unpleasant, "One more thing... I was also assigned a task by the Dark Lord. He sent me back to England, who had not revealed my identity in the wizarding world, to use Malfoy. The status and prestige of the family in the pure-blood family is to contact those pure-blood families. The Dark Lord wants to take this opportunity to let the family that did not support him before fall to him... Master, what should I do?"
　　 "It doesn't matter, Lucius, you just follow the words of the Dark Lord..." Allen doesn't seem to care much about this, "You can remember the family name and tell me the family name if you agree to support your family."
　　 Lucius wanted to agree, but he just opened his mouth and didn't make a sound. He lowered his head lower, squeezed his hands together, rubbed uncomfortably, and moved his steps awkwardly.
"Huh? Don't worry about Lucius, I didn't just tell you that your safety is more important than this." Even if Alan can't see through the Occupational Wizard's head, he knows exactly what Lucius is worried about. "No Will make you suspicious."
　　 No matter how scared Lucius was, Alan and Luna walked away very quickly. Just as they came gently, Luna waved and took away a piece of his cookie.
In the forbidden forest next to Hogwarts, Allen let a vine quickly twist into a bench, Luna sat on the chair lightly, took a bite of the cookie, and unscrewed the Coke bottle. He took a big mouthful of Coke.
　　 Coke bubbles were tumbling wantonly in the transparent bottle. Luna belched freely and said, "Lucius was terrified."
　　 "Well, but what he reported is a troublesome thing..." Allen didn't care how Lucius was feeling, he responded briefly, and then extended his hand to Luna.
Luna broke off a piece of cookie and handed it to Allen. Allen also took a bite. The balacum cookie is made from a mixture of cornmeal, butter, eggs and sugar. It exudes the scent of a mixture of milk and butter. After a few bites, Ellen clapped his hands and hugged his arms in front of his chest, thinking about the information he heard-although Voldemort could not be resolved for the greater good, Ellen, who wanted revenge before Hermione was attacked, decided not to delay It's action.
　　 Alan tapped his finger gently on his arm. He decided to go back to the tower and contact Penello to ask her to collect some information about Gringotts—and Alan needed Voldemort's soul now.
　　 "Why is it so troublesome to go to Gringotts?" Luna, who was chewing on a cookie, asked unsightly, spewing out some food crumbs.
　　 "Helgar's golden cup was made into a Horcrux by Tom. I need the soul in it."
　　 "The soul in the locket of my crown and monkey face can't be used?"
　　 "What? They are not purified..." Allen said for a while and reacted, "You mean they are still in the tower time zone? You are useless?"
　　 "You are still in the tower time zone if you are useless." Luna drank a drink and responded, "You have an eight-eyed giant spider."
"This saves me a lot of trouble." Allen knows that the soul functions are the same anyway. The soul in the Dark Lord's Horcrux is nothing more than a higher quality, but it is only a small fragment and is even more refined. The troublesome, troublesome Luna hadn't fully recovered when she was young, and when she recovered, there would be eight-eyed giant spiders as a stable supply. Naturally, it would be convenient not to spend time working on the soul fragments of the mysterious person.
"Let’s go back to the tower to see~" Luna gulped the rest of the Coke and threw it away. He hiccuped and said vaguely, "By the way, let’s see how the male egg was hatched by Rifle. That's it."
　　 The two stood up, and the seats turned into by the vines returned to their original state.
"Well, I have to inform my father about what Lucius has reported." Allen plucked a leaf from Luna's head, threw it on the ground and picked up the plastic bottle. "Muggle's It takes many years for plastic to degrade naturally, don’t throw it away..."
In Hogsmeade Village, Ron was still waiting at the exit on the other side of the examination room. He opened his mouth wide when he saw Harry holding up the license he had just obtained to him, and exclaimed, "Harry, you did it! "
　　 Harry looked back at Dumbledore who was still in the examination room and handed the license to Ron, who was more excited than himself.
　　 "Go, let's celebrate with three broomsticks and drink butter beer." Harry, who was infected by the excitement of his friends, also decided to celebrate first. Modern Dumbledore can't go away anyway.
A few minutes later, the two little lions entered the three broomsticks. Because of the phantom transfer exam, the tavern was more crowded and noisy than usual, warm and smoky. Ms. Rosemerta was taking care of one at the busiest table in the hall. The twittering witch.
Harry and Ron walked to the back of the room. There was a small table near the fireplace. After taking the place, Ron took the initiative to go to the bar to order. He took two large glasses of frothy hot butter beer and a small table. Basket Snacks come back-his financial situation is much better this semester than before.
Harry and Ron touched their glasses, raised his big glass and took a big sip, and then their eyes were involuntarily attracted by the liveliest place in the hall, not just them, but the wizard in the bar. Almost all of his gaze stayed there-when more than a dozen witches gathered together, no matter whether they were all beautiful enough or not, it was hard not to be attracted by the witches' gaze.
　　 Harry's wine glass on his lips stopped suddenly, he elbows Ron and said, "Why is Ginny here?"
Ginny’s red curly hair was particularly noticeable in the crowd. Ron also put down the wine glass, looked at it and said,
She was passed by Ravendra. The witches who worshipped Professor Trelawney, they agreed to meet here. .
Among them, the star surrounded by the moon was Professor Sybil Trelawney, a professor of fortune-telling. Her cheeks were flushed, and she raised an empty wine glass and asked the waiter Cheryl: "Cheryl, give me more I have a glass of sherry."
"I'm so happy to teach you how to like our wine." Cheryl took away the empty glass, but didn't mean to refill the wine at all. "But as your loyal fan, I must consider your body. This is already Your seventh drink."
"I am happy today. These are all good girls who support my courses and courses." Professor Trelawney held his head up. "There are many little wizards in the school who are not smart enough to take the lessons of that old horse-sorry, It's the horseman... I asked him... The dialogue between the prophets... Didn't he feel the faint vibration before the disaster? But he seemed to think I was funny. Yes, it was funny! He didn't know anything about divination and prophecy !"
"Professor, we will always like your class!" Lavender Brown sat beside Professor Trelawney, with a look of admiration, and said with a hatred of hatred, "The horseman is not comparable to you, your divination is through The inspection is highly recognized by the audience."
　　 Ginny gave her a helpless look-to know the beginning of school, when Lavender knew that Firenze was not in charge of the sixth grade students, she was still upset for a long time.
"That horse probably heard people say that I did not inherit the talent of my great-great-grandmother. These rumors have been spread by jealous people for several years. But if I did not prove my ability like Dumbledore, he would let me in Gewarts, teaching in the best school in the world, will you trust me so much over the years? If I don’t prove my ability, the audience will recognize me so much. Will my show ratings be so high?" Sybil's anger was expressed by the exaggerated decorations on her body when she spoke.
　　The witches around nodded heavily, lest it wasn't enough to make Trelawney realize that they were fully supporting her.
Professor Trelawney’s drunken voice increased a lot:
I clearly remember Dumbledore’s first interview with me, at the Pig’s Head Bar... I must admit that at first I thought he didn’t seem to have a good interest in divination~www .EbookFREE.me~ But then..."
　　 Harry pricked his ears and listened carefully, because he knew what had happened, Professor Trelawney made the prediction that changed his life experience.
"But then we were roughly interrupted by Severus Snape." Trelawney turned the bead chain on his wrist angrily. "There was a commotion outside the door. Snape stood outside the door. Nonsense, saying that he went up the wrong stairs, but I suspect he was eavesdropping on Dumbledore’s interview with me and was caught. He was also looking for a job at the time, and undoubtedly wanted to learn some experience...well, after that, As you know, Dumbledore seemed willing to give me a job. I couldn’t help but think that it was because he admired my unpretentious style and calm talent, and the self-righteous, aggressive man who hid it from the keyhole. The youth formed a sharp contrast..."
Harry couldn't listen to what Trelawney said, his face was pale, he sat motionless, waves of shock hit him, wave after wave, drowning everything. , There was only the situation that he had not known before-it was Snape who overheard the prediction, it was Snape who told Voldemort the news of the prediction, it was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who let Voldemort chase after him. Lily, James and their son.
"I have to find Dumbledore." Harry numbly said to Ron so that his voice changed. He stood up suddenly and knocked the table over, and ran out of the three broomstick bar regardless of his anger and hatred. He was struggling with shock and excitement in his heart, so that he had completely forgotten that Dumbledore was in the Hogsmeade Village examination room and ran towards the Hogwarts principal's office.