Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 128: 2 prophecies

　　 Because of the unexpected situation last night, Tyrande's Maca failed to get there after all.

　　 And starting from today, it is the day of examinations.

　　Maca always gives people a careless feeling when dealing with exams. And this time, everyone felt that he seemed to be even more absent-minded than in previous years.

　　On the first night of exam week, Maca still sneaked to Hogsmeade. After all, there is still a part of Jin Jialong from Tyrande that has not been retrieved!

　　 However, it's okay not to go; this way, it makes Maca feel more and more wasting time.

　　According to Tyrande, it will take him at least half a year to leave, and in this half a year, the sales right of the medicine has returned to Maca's hands-this is all money!

　　 Anyway, he has to find a seller to work with again, even if it is temporary, it is better than none.

　　The research on magic requires a lot of Jin Jialong to support him. In terms of magical materials, Maca, who has long been accustomed to his big hands, really couldn't adapt to it for a while.

　　 And just before the end of the exam, Cornelius Fudge showed up at the school.

　　 Fudge is still wearing his pinstripe cloak, with a little sweat on his forehead, his face is not very good, and dark circles appear around his eyes.

　　 Just then, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam, and Harry was staring at him right now!

　　 "Harry, hello!" Fudge said, "Just finished the exam, didn't you? It's almost over, right?"

　　 "Yes." Harry nodded and answered briefly.

　　 While Hermione and Ron were not interested in talking to the Minister of Magic, they walked awkwardly behind them.

　　 "The weather is great," Fudge said, his eyes fell on the lake, "It's a pity...it's a pity..."

　　 He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.

　　"I’m here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures requires a witness to be present when a crazy griffin is executed—it just so happens that I do something I need to visit Hogwarts, so they invited me to participate."

　　 "That means, have you heard the appeal?" Ron stepped forward and interjected.

　　 "No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning his head and looking at Ron.

　　"Then you might not be a witness to the execution of the death penalty!" Ron said loudly, "That eagle-headed horse-winged beast might be fine!"

　　 Before Fudge could answer, two wizards walked out of the castle gate behind him.

　　 One is very old, like an old cucumber that is withering; the other is tall and well-proportioned, with some sparse stubble growing on his chin.

　　 and right beside them, Maca is walking with them peacefully.

　　 The very old wizard squinted at Hagrid’s cabin, then turned his head and said to Maca in a soft, squat voice: "Oh, oh...I’m too old, I’m afraid I can’t do this. Something..."

　　 "This has nothing to do with being old and not old. Of course, it is better not to do things that should not be done." Next to him, the tall man said coldly.

　　At this time, Maca shrugged and said, "I think it’s true, Mr. McNeill."

　　……

　　Maca’s last exam subject was fortune-telling, which happened to be in line with Harry and Ron, while Hermione’s was Muggle studies.

　　 When Maca came to the front of the classroom, he saw many classmates sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the fortune-telling classroom-everyone seemed to want to hold Merlin's thigh temporarily 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?"

　　 The line outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As soon as someone walked down the silver staircase, the others all leaned forward and asked quietly: "What did she ask? Did she pass?"

　　 However, everyone refused to answer this question.

　　 "She said the crystal ball told her that if I tell you, I will encounter terrible things!" Neville came down the stairs, walked up to Harry and Ron, and said sharply.

　　 These two people have now reached the ladder platform.

　　 "That's right," Ron said contemptuously, "You know, I now think that Hermione said she was right, she was an old liar."

　　 "Yes." Harry looked at his watch and found that it was already two o'clock by now, "I just hope she can hurry up..."

　　 Ron is next, followed by Harry. When it was Maca's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.

　　 Incidentally, when Harry came down, the expression on Harry's face looked very surprised.

　　"What's the matter?" Maca greeted him and asked, "Did Professor Trelawney say something?"

　　 "She just told me..."

　　 Harry was only halfway talking, but Professor Trelawney’s voice had already been heard: "Maca McLean!"

　　 "Uh, I want to--" Harry hesitated.

　　 "No, just now." Maca interrupted him and urged, "Hurry up, it won't take a few seconds."

　　 "Well... I think Professor Trelawney just made a real prediction," Harry said, thinking for a while, and shook his head. "No, I'm not sure, but she just Say..."

　　 "...what did you say?"

　　 "She said--" "Mr. Maca McLean, are you here?"

　　 Harry looked at Maca again, but Maca just waved his hand to tell him to leave it alone.

　　" She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant and rose again, and will become very powerful... What else did she say,'There will be even greater filth that will come back to the world with the return of the Dark Lord '. Later, she said more and more vaguely, and I couldn't hear it..." Harry said, "But, with that said, Voldemort seems to want..."

　　 "I'm coming back..." Maca frowned, and suddenly said, "Harry, remember, read the Occidental Handbook I gave you well, and try to learn it as soon as possible. "

　　His tone became serious: "Trust me, it's good for you and us!"

　　 "But... why is this? What does that spell do?" Harry asked suspiciously.

　　Maca was trying to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting for the third time.

　　 "...Anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead." Maca said, and quickly walked up the spiral staircase.

　　……

　　 When Maca came to the exam classroom, he immediately found that the tower room was hotter than ever before.

　　 The curtains here are all tightly drawn, the fireplace is burning, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell.

　　 Maca frowned, and walked to Professor Trelawney—she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of him.

　　 "It’s not a good thing to delay time," seems to be because of waiting for a while, which makes her look a little awkward, "...well, look at this crystal ball, now I will time you... Then, Tell me what you saw inside..."

　　Maca leaned over and glanced into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, he could see nothing but the whirling white mist inside.

　　 In fact, Maca has worked hard for divination a long time ago, but he probably won't understand this subject for the rest of his life.

　　Maca took out a small potion bottle with his hand hidden under the edge of the table, and quietly pulled out the cork.

　　 "Hmm..." Professor Trelawney asked on time, "What did you see?"

　　 The heat in the room was scorching, and the liquid in the bottle was volatilizing very quickly, at least faster than Maca thought.

　　 He then rubbed his nose and put some ointment under his nose.

　　 "Oh... I saw a, uh... small thing with a long tail..." Maca casually said something-he has been thinking about Peter Pettigrew anyway.

　　 "What does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about it..."

　　"..." Maca is waiting for the effect of the liquid to come into play, "I think, is that...a mouse?"

　　 "Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap, "I think you seem to see... well..."

　　 She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes became confused.

　　"Oh~IndoMTL.com~Sorry...I think..." Trelawney narrowed her eyes, her eyes becoming more and more misty.

　　 Not long afterward, Trelawney's eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes started to turn around.

　　 "Really?" Maca concentrated, ready to listen.

　　 However, in the next moment, Trelawney closed her eyes again and fell asleep on the table.

　　 Maca couldn't help but curl his lips, and simply took the record sheet on the table, took out the magic wand and tapped it twice. Suddenly, a prophetic record with lines exactly the same as Trelawney's handwriting appeared automatically.

　　On the record sheet, he left the prophecy of Buckbeak’s execution there.

　　If this happens, then at least his divination class results this year will not be too bad.

　　 Just as he put the record sheet back in, ready to wake Trelawney, and then make a few casual words, she twitched a few times, and then a dull and hoarse voice was in her arms It rang from below.

　　 "Death... will always be with you... Sin, will dance with you... Your destiny will be intertwined with disaster... No... No!"

　　 At this point, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes that kept trembling staring straight at Maca, and even a sickly flush appeared on her face.

　　 "Don't--open--open!" she shouted with a sullen face and a peculiar voice like a man and a woman.

　　 The sound was like a suffocated person calling for help, and it was like a dying person wailing, Maca couldn’t tell whether she was warning him or looking at someone who didn’t exist. cry.

　　 This is a true prophecy, but prophecy is never clear.