Chapter 348 No Match for the Prophecy of Dessert

( ) "What? What evil?" Umbridge couldn't help taking half a step back when he saw Trelawney's weird look, "What happened to the Obscure? Those things ceased to exist decades ago !"

But Trelawney didn't seem to hear her words, she was still buried in her fangs and claws, and the trembling all over her body seemed even bigger...

"...Kaka...Evil...Resurrection...Nightmare is coming..."

She spoke in that vicissitudes of voice, and the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more strange. In the room that was originally brightened because the curtains were wide open, everyone only felt that the temperature was dropping a little bit.

At the same time, Trelawney's prophecies became more coherent and clearer.

"...When the old light... fades... from the stage, the old enemy will make a comeback..."

"...The tombstone of evil will eventually change hands, and the time of the silent one...uh...crack...crack..."

Just as everyone was immersed in the mysterious and treacherous prophecy, Trelawney's deep and vicissitudes of life stopped abruptly as if her throat was blocked by something.

In its place was the meaningless cacophony of the first. The little wizards looked at each other, a little at a loss.

Although in the magic world, the existence of prophets has been rare since ancient times. But since magic schools like Hogwarts have been offering divination classes for many years, wizards are actually not unfamiliar with things like "prophecy".

Of course, there are too many ambiguities in divination. When there was an extreme lack of examples, everyone didn't care much about this course.

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

Even Umbridge could only grit his teeth and say nothing—after all, everyone could feel it now, and the aura emanating from Trelawney at this moment made one's skin crawl.

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

Under the intense gaze of dozens of eyes in the classroom, Trelawney raised her head abruptly, her mouth half-opened, as if she wanted to continue speaking.

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

"...k... ho ho... break... the... shackles of... timing..."

Trelawney in a prophetic gesture,

It's like being possessed by something else, using her body to narrate the prophecy itself. But at this moment, the "existence" in her body has become extremely difficult to speak.

"... different... number."

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

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

"Heh... hum... What's an 'odd number'? I don't know what it means!"

Umbridge was awakened by the sound of her falling. She muttered dryly, and then hurried downstairs through the trapdoor in the floor without looking back.

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

"Uh..." He hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously pointed to himself, "Me?"

The students nodded in unison.

"Hey! Ron—" Harry hurriedly turned around and gave his good friend a hand.

"Oh...Okay, okay! Who told us to be good buddies!" Ron seemed to be remembering something, and when he felt Harry pulling him, he looked up, "Let's go and call Mike Professor Ge..."

Before he finished speaking, he rarely stood up actively, pulled Harry and ran towards the trapdoor.

"Were you writing down the prophecy just now?"

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

While running towards the Transfiguration classroom, the two chatted quietly by the way.

"Well, yes..." Harry nodded.

"But you said... Are Trelawney's predictions accurate?" Although Ron jotted it down excitedly, he still didn't trust Professor Trelawney, "I How do you think about it, still feel a little unreliable?"

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

Ron shook his head embarrassingly when he heard this.

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

"Of course!" Harry patted his chest while running.

"As I said just now, it's Fred and George's trial work, called 'Alcohol Bomb'... Maca's suggestion is that if it is sold to various bars, it will definitely earn a lot of Galleons! "

"Ha..." Harry laughed dryly, "You can tell what it is just by the name! Fortunately, I just chewed it and spit it out quickly..."

"No, no, the biggest advantage of this thing is that you won't get drunk no matter how much you eat!" Ron said mysteriously, "Maca said that he added a formula that quickly decomposes alcohol, which is both enjoyable and not intoxicating. Let those drunkards can't stop at all..."

Soon, they came to the door of the transfiguration classroom. The two glanced at each other, and then Harry stepped forward and opened the door of the classroom with his hand.

"...The physical properties of each material are closely related to its magical properties, and we can correspond to... eh?"

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 hastily.

"What's the matter?" Mag always had a straight face in class, serious and serious, "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 prophecy, and then she fainted..."

In fact, most of the students knew more or less that Professor McGonagall actually didn't like Professor Trelawney very much, because she didn't really believe in divination.

Harry naturally noticed the way these two professors got along with each other on weekdays, so he seemed a little hesitant now.

But after all, it was a professor at Hogwarts, and it was also hired by Dumbledore himself. For McGonagall, who trusted Dumbledore and cherished every bit of Hogwarts, she had actually recognized the existence of Trelawney long ago.

"I see," Professor McGonagall nodded immediately, then turned to the students in the classroom and said, "Next, you recite the dual nature of the materials..."

Then, she hurried towards the door with big strides.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you go to the school hospital and inform Madam Pomfrey first," McGonagall said hurriedly, "We'll be here soon—"

"Ah! Yes!" Harry and Ron agreed at the same time.

...

Half an hour later, the principal was indoors.

Many of the portraits of past principals on the wall are empty, and I don’t know where they went. The furnishings here also seem to have undergone a lot of changes, as if they have been carefully cleaned up by someone, and they look much cleaner than before.

The windows on the side were also open, and the wind was blowing in, but it wasn't too cool.

Even the Sorting Hat on the shelf seems to have been cleaned well. Although there are still patches everywhere and the wrinkled places have not been smoothed out, at least it is not as dirty as before, inside and out. The outside is full of stains.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little uncomfortable with this almost brand-new principal's office, and she would glance left and right from time to time, with some doubts in her eyes.

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

"She has woken up, and she seems to be fine." Mag said seriously, "However, her prophecy..."

Judging from the student's description, it was undoubtedly a real prophecy, so Professor McGonagall was quite concerned about it. But after Dumbledore heard it, he just thought about it a little bit.

"Don't worry about it," he said with a smile, "it's not a big problem."

A real prophecy from a prophet, I am afraid that most people will treat it very cautiously. But right now Dumbledore doesn't seem to care that much, as if its content is really no big deal.

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

"It's okay, it's okay, take it easy..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped it, "No one can say anything about the future... The prophecy can only be used as a reference, what we should do or what we have to do, isn't it ?"

After wiping the lenses, he put them back on the bridge of his nose before continuing, "Minerva, would you like a toffee finger cake?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, then shook her head.

"No, no need..." She thought for a while and said, "Then I'll go down first."

"OK."

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

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

After finishing speaking, he grabbed a few more finger cakes, and then walked unsteadily to the window.

At this moment, there happened to be a gust of wind blowing through his silver hair and white beard, which made the image of this white wizard even more elegant.

The warm sunshine fell on his body, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes comfortably. The half-moon-shaped lenses reflect the sunlight, giving off a golden brilliance.

"Hmm... Before Maca comes, why don't you sneak back to 'Honey Dukes' again? According to the flyer, a new dessert has been developed in the store..."