Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 348: No match for dessert prophecy

() "What? What sin?" When Umbridge saw Trelawney's weird look, he couldn't help taking a step back. "What happened to the silent? Those things weren't there decades ago. Exist again!"

But Trelawney seemed to have not heard her, still buried in her long hair, her whole body trembled even more...

"...Ticket...crime...resurrection...nightmare is coming..."

She told in her extremely vicissitudes of voice that the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more weird. The room that was originally brightened by the curtains was wide open, but everyone felt that the temperature was dropping a little.

At the same time, Trelawney's predictions became more and more consistent and clearer.

"...When the old light...retreat...the stage, the old enemy will come back..."

"...The tombstone of sin will eventually change ownership, when the silent one...er...Ticket...Ticket..."

Just as everyone was immersed in that mysterious and treacherous prophecy, Trelawney seemed to have her throat blocked by something, and the vicissitudes of life came to an abrupt end.

Instead, it was the meaningless noise at first. The little wizards looked at each other, all at a loss.

Although in the magical world, the existence of prophets has been rare since ancient times. But since magic schools like Hogwarts still offer fortune-telling classes for many years, wizards are not unfamiliar with such things as "prophecy."

Of course, there are too many obscure things about divination. In the extremely lack of practical examples, everyone didn't care much about this course.

But even so, when Trelawney showed a real "prophetic gesture" in public, most of the little wizards felt a little "have to believe".

Even Umbridge can only grit his teeth without saying a word--after all, anyone can feel it now, the kind of breath that radiates from Trelawney at this moment is almost goosebumps.

However, when everyone was listening nervously, Trelawney's state was even more abnormal.

Amid the tense gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her mouth half-open and half-closed, as if she wanted to continue to say something.

And her eyes at this time were covered with a layer of gray.

"...ka...hoho...break...break...sequence...the...yoke..."

Trilawney in the prophetic posture, as if possessed by something else, is borrowing her body to describe the prophecy itself. But at this moment, the "existence" in her body made it extremely difficult to speak.

"...different...number."

The last half of the word was squeezed out of her throat abruptly, and the gray in Trelawney's eyes suddenly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, she seemed to lose some kind of strength support, and fell to the floor with a thump.

Almost at the same time, in the prophecy hall of the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, a certain prophecy ball that had just been filled burst out with a "click"...

"Heh...huh...what is the ‘unusual number’? I don’t know what it means!"

Umbridge was awakened by the sound of her falling, she muttered dryly, then went through the trapdoor on the ground without looking back, and hurried downstairs.

"That...what should I do?" Harry looked at Professor Trelawney on the ground, then looked up around and found that everyone was looking at him.

"Uh..." He hesitated, then subconsciously pointed to himself, "Am I?"

The students nodded together.

"Hey! Ron--" Harry turned around and gave his best friend a hand.

"Oh... okay, okay! Who made us good buddies!" Ron seemed to remember something, and when he felt Harry tugged him, he raised his head, "Let’s hurry up Call Professor McGonagall..."

Before he could say anything, he rarely took the initiative to stand up, dragged Harry and ran to the trapdoor.

"Did you write down the prophecy just now?"

"Of course! Didn't Maca say that, contact him if you have important things-this is a good opportunity for us to help him!"

While running to the transfiguration classroom, the two chatted quietly.

"Well, also..." Harry nodded.

"But you said... Is Trelawney's prediction accurate or not?" Although Ron happily wrote it down, he still didn't trust the professor Trelawney. , "What do I think, still feel a little unreliable?"

"Who knows?" Harry thought for a while, "Maca will always judge for himself, oh...Speaking of which, what happened to your candy just now?"

Ron shook his head embarrassedly when he heard the words.

"You must remember, don't let my mother know..."

"Of course!" Harry said, patting his chest as he ran.

"As I said earlier, it was a trial work by Fred and George, called'Alcohol Bomb'... Maca’s advice is that if you sell it to major bars, you will definitely make a lot of money. Kanon!"

"Ha..." Harry chuckled dryly, "Just listen to the name and you know what it is! Fortunately, I just chewed and threw it up..."

"No, no, the biggest advantage of this thing is that no matter how much you eat, you won’t get drunk!" Ron said mysteriously," Maca said. He added a formula that quickly decomposes alcohol, which is both enjoyable and unpleasant. Intoxicating, you can make those drunks unable to stop..."

Soon, they came to the door of the Transfiguration Classroom. The two glanced at each other, then Harry stepped forward and reached out to open the door of the classroom.

"...The physical properties of every material are closely related to its magical properties. We can correspond to...Huh?"

Professor McGonagall was giving a lecture, and when she heard the sound of the door being opened, she turned her head sharply.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry said hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" McGonagall was always stern, serious and serious during class. "Aren't you supposed to be in the divination classroom at this time? What are you doing here?"

"That..." Harry paused, "Professor Trelawney made a prediction, and then she fainted..."

Actually, most of the students know more or less that Professor McGonagall doesn't really like Professor Trelawney, because she doesn't believe in divination or anything.

The way these two professors get along on weekdays, Harry naturally sees it, so he seems a little hesitant now.

But that was a professor at Hogwarts after all, and he was also hired by Dumbledore himself. For McGonagall, who trusted Dumbledore and cherished Hogwarts bit by bit, she had already recognized the existence of Trelawney.

"I see," Professor McGonagall nodded immediately, then turned to the students in the classroom, "Next you recite the dual nature of the material by yourself..."

After that, she hurriedly walked towards the door.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you first go to the school hospital to inform Madam Pomfrey," McGonagall said hurriedly, "We will be here soon--"

"Ah! Okay!" Harry and Ron responded at the same time.

……

Half an hour later, the principal is indoors.

Many portraits of principals on the wall are empty. I don't know where they went. The furnishings here seem to have undergone a lot of changes, as if they have been carefully cleaned up by a man, and it looks a lot more refreshing than in the past.

The windows on the side are also open, and the wind is blowing in, but there is not much coolness.

Even the sorting hat on the shelf seems to have been cleaned, although there are still patches everywhere and the wrinkles are still not smoothed, but at least it is not as dirty as in previous years. There are stains inside and out.

Professor McGonagall seems to be a little uncomfortable with this almost renewed principal's office. She will look at it from time to time, with some doubts in her eyes.

"...Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded to McGonagall, "How is Sybil now?"

"She's awake, and it doesn't seem to be a problem." McGonagall said seriously, "However, her prediction..."

From the students' description, it was undoubtedly a real prediction, so Professor McGonagall was quite concerned about it. But Dumbledore only thought a little after hearing it.

"Don't care," he smiled. "It's not a big problem."

A true prophecy from a prophet, I am afraid that most people will treat it very carefully. But right now Dumbledore didn't seem to care that much, as if the content was really no big deal.

"But..." Professor McGonagall seemed a little worried.

"It's okay, just relax..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped it, "Everyone says that the future is bad... The prediction can only be used as a reference, what we should do or what we should do Do it, don’t you?"

After wiping the lens, he put it on the bridge of his nose again, and then continued: "Minerva, do you want a toffee fingercake?"

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, then shook his head.

"No~IndoMTL.com~No need..." She thought for a while, "Then I will go down first."

"Okay."

Dumbledore stood up and watched McGonagall leave with a smile. When the door to the principal's office was closed again, he picked up a finger cake, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it lightly.

"...Is it an old enemy?" He muttered, then shrugged indifferently, with a hint of mischief in his smile, "It's time to end..."

After that, he grabbed a few more fingerbreads and walked slowly to the window.

At this moment, a gust of wind happened to blow his head full of silver hair and often white beard, making the image of the white wizard even more elegant and dusty.

The warm sunlight fell on him, and it was so warm that he couldn't help squinting his eyes comfortably. The half-moon-shaped lens reflects the sunlight and diffuses a golden brilliance.

"Um...While the Maca hasn't come yet, let's go back to the "Honey Duke" secretly? The flyer says that new desserts have been developed in the store..."