Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 84: Prophecy and meaning

　　 After the house elves in the kitchen below carried all the food to the table, the professors on the table stopped talking, and Wright also put a spell book back into Mock's bag.

　　 Dumbledore stopped talking with Professor Derwent. He looked around the dining table and said with a smile: "Merry Christmas! Now, everyone, please eat!"

　　 Just as Wright was about to bring the chicken drumstick in front of him to the dinner plate, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open. Wright, who was sitting at the end of the dining table, immediately looked over there, only to find that it was Sybil Trelawney, a divination professor he rarely met in school.

　　Professor Trelawney walked towards the dining table at a pace that Wright didn’t know where she came from. Her clothes were shining brighter than anyone at the dining table. After all, not everyone likes it. It's covered with glittering sequins.

　　 "Sybil, I'm really glad you can be here at this time." Dumbledore stood up from the main seat and said to Professor Trelawney, who was walking here.

　　Wright noticed that Professor McGonagall stopped eating, and looked at Professor Trelawney approaching with a complete expression, as if Professor McGonagall had completely lost his appetite because of her arrival.

　　 "I was observing the crystal ball on the tower as usual, principal," Professor Trelawney said in a vain voice, "then I saw myself in the crystal ball throwing a simple meal , Join your Christmas dinner."

　　"Which prophet would not believe in the hints of fate in the crystal ball?" Professor Trelawney looked around the dining table, "So I hurried down from the tower, I hope you don't mind my Shanshan Coming late..."

　　 "Of course I don't mind!" Dumbledore drew out his wand, "I'll find you a chair."

　　 The wand in Dumbledore's hand stirred gently in the air, and a wooden back chair appeared out of thin air. It whirled in the air for a few times, and then fell between Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey.

　　 Dumbledore's polymorphism! Wright's eyes widened and looked at the delicate wooden chair that fell on the ground. Where did he find it, it was obviously made directly by air!

　　Professor Trelawney walked towards that location lightly, and the sequins on her clothes made a noisy jingle along with her movement.

　　 Just when Professor Trelawney was about to sit down, she looked at the table again, her eyes protruding from the strange lens, like a big toad of.

　　 "No! No! Headmaster!" Professor Trelawney suddenly screamed, "Twelve people! Twelve people are already seated at the table! If I sit down again, it will be thirteen. !"

　　 "Don't forget! When 13 people eat together, the first one to stand up will definitely die first!"

　　 Don't know why, Wright suddenly felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar.

　　"Sit down! Sybil!" Professor McGonagall pouted, "The food is almost cold!"

　　Professor Trelawney hesitated for a while, and finally sat down on the empty chair slowly.

　　 Less than ten minutes after the Christmas dinner, Professor Quirrell stood up suddenly, before he could speak, Professor Trelawney screamed again:

　　 "My dear! You got up first! You are the one who got up first! You will suffer disaster!"

　　After hearing what Professor Trelawney said, several faculty members instantly frowned.

　　 "It's okay, I believe no one will suddenly ambush me at the door," Professor Quirrell saluted Professor Trelawney, after all, he is the youngest person on the table besides Wright." And I also learned from Muggle knowledge, what you said is only a possible result in probability."

　　Professor Trelawney seemed to be greatly stimulated, and kept chanting something.

　　Professor Quirrell stood up straight and said to the people at the table: "It's a very rich lunch, but because I need to deal with something temporarily, I can only retire and leave. I am very sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone."

　　 Professor Quirrell nodded to Dumbledore again, Professor Flitwick patted his arm, and then Professor Quirrell immediately left the table.

　　Wright looked at the back of Professor Quirrell who disappeared at the entrance of the hall, he suddenly felt that Professor Trelawney was really a big prophet.

　　 Counting this, it seems that her prediction has never failed, right?

　　 Do you want to try to break it?

　　……

　　 In the next banquet, Professor Trelawney never stopped talking, but her voice was so small that she could hear her clearly, and everyone did not pay too much attention.

　　After the Christmas banquet was over, everyone in the room got up and left the table.

　　 Wright followed Professor Derwent and walked with him to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the second floor.

　　 Professor Derwent motioned Wright to sit on the guest chair, and he turned around to prepare tea~IndoMTL.com~ After a while, Professor Derwent came over with a cup of steaming tea and took the tea. Put it in front of Wright.

　　 "Thank you very much, Professor Derwent!" Wright quickly stood up and thanked him.

　　Professor Derwent walked to the teacher’s chair behind the desk and sat down, and said to Wright who was sitting across from him: "Is there anything you come to the office with me? Mr. Pass?"

　　 "Professor, you can call me Wright." Wright turned the teacup in his hand, "I'm here to find you to know something."

　　 "Please." Professor Derwent stretched out his hand for Wright to speak frankly.

　　 "I want to ask you, what is your purpose for holding those two extracurricular activities in our first and second grades?" Wright was silent for a while before speaking.

　　 "Huh? I thought a good student like you would ask me about academic problems, how to deal with the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, no matter how bad it is," Professor Derwent said with a smile, and he looked at this recently The students who suddenly became silent these days, "I didn't expect you to discuss such boring issues with me?"

　　 boring? Wright frowned. He didn't think it would be boring to discuss the purpose of the game.

　　 "Does the purpose and meaning of the game matter to you?" Professor Derwent looked at Wright, and suddenly asked a question.

　　 "Yes, I think it's important." Wright pouted and nodded.

　　 "All right," Professor Derwent touched his big bright bald head, grinned at Wright, his pale teeth looked so oozing under the purple skin, "The purpose is simple, I just I want to see who is the strongest in your first and second grades, who is the most valuable student, who is the most worthy of training, and who is the most likely to be accomplished."