Chapter 340: The Great Prophecy and Ma Banxian's Interpretation

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked in confusion.

Malfoy was horrified, and a series of wizard horror legends such as vampires and resurrected corpses had already emerged in his mind.

He looked around, found Zhang Xiao's position, and quietly moved towards him little by little.

But Professor Trelawney had no reaction to what was happening around her.

Because she had just taken off her glasses, her slightly red and swollen eyes were clearly revealed.

Harry and Malfoy became more and more panicked, and they hid behind Zhang Xiao at the same time. They dared to bet with the wealth of the Weasley family.

Trelawney must have had an attack of some disease, because a normal person's eyes would never turn so fast.

"Zhang Zhang, should we run first? Report to the professor or something?"

Malfoy swallowed his saliva and continued in a firm tone:

"She looks like she is about to transform. I have read a book before. The old witch in it was like this. Her neck suddenly broke, and then a big python came out of it!"

Hmm? Zhang Xiao frowned, always feeling that this story sounded strangely familiar.

"Zhang, do we really not need to care about her?" Harry hesitated, wondering whether to run to the school hospital.

At this time, Professor Trelawney spoke again, still with that hoarse and strange voice, which was very different from her own, but more like the whisper of a devil.

"This is an irreversible fate. The darkness is gathering, the desire is twisting. The box is about to be opened.

No one can escape. Everyone will be involved. Destruction, destruction, the lonely brave man is almost unable to hold on.

He is the bravest one. It's sad. The hero's elegy has begun to play. No one knows his achievements.

The Dark Lord covets this twisted power. But he never understands that this is self-destruction."

This messy babbling scared Malfoy and Harry, and they became more and more frightened and uneasy. Zhang Xiao only felt that his arms on both sides were pinched and painful.

They noticed that Trelawney's eyes had no black pupils and turned into a creepy pale. She was shaking more and more, and suddenly looked at Zhang Xiao.

Then, Trelawney screamed like never before, and blood flowed from her eyes, nostrils, and ears.

It looked like an extremely terrifying ghost. Harry and Malfoy were frightened and screamed even louder.

"Ah——————————!"

Trelawney was shaking more and more. She pointed at Zhang Xiao: "You. You. Don't belong to the destined one."

Zhang Xiao's face was as dark as water, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

Professor Trelawney's shaking suddenly stopped, as if the power was turned off, and her forehead suddenly dropped to her chest.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but shiver.

"Is she dead?"

Malfoy's throat seemed to be strangled, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Harry shook his head, revealing only his two eyes, and carefully looked over Zhang Xiao's shoulder.

With a painful groan, suddenly, her head snapped up again.

Harry and Malfoy shuddered again, and they came back to life! They were resurrected!

"Sorry, dear child." Professor Trelawney raised her head, revealing a "terrible and horrible" face.

As if in a dream, she said: "Ah, it seems too hot. You know, heat makes you sleepy. I looked at the stars for a long time last night, so I slept."

Harry and Malfoy were dumbfounded as if they were watching a horror movie, hiding behind Zhang Xiao at a loss.

The next second, Professor Trelawney felt a little uncomfortable on her face. She just touched it and put it in front of her eyes, and the smile on her face froze.

She stared at the blood on her hand, made a gurgling sound in her throat, and fell down neatly.

The little wizards who had just finished the exam were preparing to find some fun to spend the last carefree and happy time.

But I heard a brand new gossip - Professor Trelawney tried to predict a big wave, but her ability was limited and she was backfired. She is now lying unconscious in the school hospital.

Explosive!

Except for those little wizards in the third and fourth grades, and some girls with poor brains, who among the little wizards in the senior grades doesn't know that Trelawney is a "divination squib" who has no ability and relies purely on deception?

Except for small predictions such as breaking vases and spraining feet, I have never heard of her having any famous predictions. Compared with her ancestor, the famous fortune teller Cassandra Trelawney, it is simply an insult to her reputation.

Now she is trying to predict a big wave?

The little wizards were discussing enthusiastically in the hall, and even the frustration of confusing the weirdo Ulric and Eudic in the previous history of magic exam was thrown aside.

Ron held the roasted golden chicken legs in both hands, put his wrist against his forehead, and looked at the empty seat beside him - generally speaking, this seat belongs to Harry.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit!" He said to Hermione in annoyance: "If I had left a little later, I would have been a witness to the Trelawney incident!

Damn it, I have never missed any major events in school!"

"So that you can have a new story to tell, right?" Hermione mercilessly exposed Ron's real thoughts.

Ron was very dissatisfied: "Hermione! I am obviously very good too!"

Hermione instinctively wanted to say something, but suddenly fell silent, because Ron was right, he was indeed very good, Harry's kind of daunting life-threatening training.

Only Ron gritted his teeth and persisted, which almost improved his strength by leaps and bounds.

"Well, I'm more concerned about what prophecy Trelawney made than this."

Hermione stared at the pie on the plate and murmured.

"Harry will be back soon, won't we know if we ask him?"

Ron stuffed the chicken drumstick into his mouth and replied vaguely, not caring at all.

Dumbledore removed his wand from Trelawney's body, put it in his sleeve, and stood up slowly.

"How is Sybil doing?"

Professor McGonagall looked worriedly at Trelawney lying on the bed in the ward not far away, and asked Dumbledore.

"It's nothing at the moment. It's like a coma caused by exhaustion and panic."

Dumbledore shook his head gently. He glanced at Zhang Xiao, smiled, and then said:

"Minerva, there is no need to worry. Our Potions teacher, Professor Snape, said he has extensive experience in dealing with this situation."

Behind him, Snape was using extremely skillful techniques to adjust an improved version of the Water of Life and Death—a potion that he had made casually just because he found it interesting.

The young dean never thought that this 'little gadget' would one day become the most potion he has ever endured in his life.

Who is to blame?

Zhang Xiao blushed and couldn't help but touch his Qiankun bag. There was also an improved version of Life and Death Water from Professor Snape in it, which was enough to last ten years.

Professor McGonagall breathed a long sigh of relief, but the worry was still clearly visible in her eyes.

"Well, I know Sybil has been under a lot of pressure, but I didn't expect it."

The chubby Professor Sprout wrung her fingers and wore her wide-brimmed hat surrounded by green leaves on her head:

"When Sybil wakes up, I will treat her to the most delicious meal and tell her that she doesn't need to put so much pressure on herself."

Behind many professors, Harry and Malfoy gathered together and whispered quietly.

"Doesn't Professor McGonagall dislike Professor Trelawney? Why does she look so concerned?"

"Maybe this is the vice principal's responsibility?" Malfoy speculated in a low voice.

Harry thought carefully about Professor McGonagall's character and couldn't help but nodded. After being silent for a while, he still couldn't help his curiosity and pressed his elbow against Malfoy's waist again.

He asked with dissatisfied eyes:

"Zhang told us before that maybe Professor Trelawney made a real prophecy. What do you mean by that prophecy?"

Malfoy glanced at him impatiently, with his hands behind his back, and his whole person exuded a kind of arrogance:

"How many times have I said it, Potter - the Malfoy family has never believed in prophecies, and no one will study prophecies."

With unparalleled confidence, he said loudly:

"Malfoy doesn't need the prophecy, and he won't have anything to do with it!"

Harry rolled his eyes and decided not to pay attention to Malfoy.

But the strange thing is that after Harry ignored Malfoy, Malfoy took the initiative to come up to him and whispered:

"Though Trelawny must have been dizzy and gibbering from her own fragrance.

But if you insist that it is a prophecy, I can only say that she is scaring people? "

"Scaring people?" Although Harry decided not to pay attention to Malfoy, Malfoy's words still aroused his curiosity again.

"Yes, scare people." Malfoy snorted softly from his nose: "According to Professor Trelawney, our entire world will be destroyed.

How is this possible? "

Harry nodded silently, feeling that Trelawney was indeed talking nonsense. The world was destroyed?

How is it possible? It's not a story. The world will be destroyed at every turn.

"And the Dark Lord is coveting this power. This power will eventually destroy the world, and he himself was first swallowed by this power."

Malfoy added his own point of view, full of sarcasm:

“The Dark Lord’s ability to unleash powers beyond his control to destroy the world is almost hilarious.

My dad used to, uh, say that the Dark Lord just wanted to rule the world and enslave the Muggles, and if he destroyed the world, he would be the only one left.

Then who will he rule? "

Harry nodded at these words. He had never discovered that Malfoy had such good analytical skills before.

"So -" Malfoy's eyes were bright, and his confidence was getting stronger and stronger: "This is absolutely impossible to happen.

There is absolutely no way the Dark Lord could do such a thing, unless he was out of his mind?

Do you believe the Dark Lord is out of his mind? "

Harry shook his head firmly.

Malfoy withdrew his gaze with satisfaction: "So - this is completely impossible!

I would rather suspect that the Malfoy family is a born prophet, and I will not believe that the Dark Lord who brings fear to the world is a fool! "

Just as the two were whispering, they suddenly heard Dumbledore ask softly:

"Harry, Malfoy, Zhang, according to what you said - Sibine said something before she fell?"

Before Zhang Xiao had time to speak, two conspicuous bags had already nodded their heads:

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Trelawney, what does the world mean-"

Dumbledore waved his hand to stop them from continuing. Instead, he pondered for a while, turned around and said to Professor McGonagall:

"Minerva, I'm afraid I have to borrow these three students for a while. After I finish asking questions, I will personally send them back to the dormitory."

Professor McGonagall still gave Dumbledore face when there were many people around, especially in front of the students, she agreed straightforwardly:

"You have the final say, Albus."

Harry and Malfoy looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

The principal's office!

The legendary principal's office, great, there is a chance to visit the principal's office!

The two little wizards who didn't know what happened stepped into the principal's office that they had not yet touched with full of expectations and longing.

They stopped in front of a huge and ugly stone monster.

"Strange-tasting broad beans!" Dumbledore said in Chinese, and Malfoy looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that he could understand it.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't notice this, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be thinking about something important.

This was obviously a command. The monster suddenly came to life and jumped aside. The wall behind it split in two, revealing the spiral staircase behind it, which was slowly moving upwards like an escalator.

They walked up the stairs and pushed open the door, and saw the legendary headmaster's office.

Harry bet that among all the teachers' offices he had visited in Hogwarts in the past few years, Dumbledore's office was definitely the most interesting.

This was a spacious, beautiful round room, full of all kinds of funny little noises.

On the table with long and thin legs, there were many strange silverware, rotating and spewing small puffs of smoke.

The walls were covered with portraits of former male and female headmasters, all of whom were snoring softly in their frames.

(But Harry and Malfoy always felt as if they were secretly opening their eyes to peek)

There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table, there was a tattered and wrinkled wizard hat - the Sorting Hat.

Harry wanted to say something, but saw Zhang Xiao walked over by himself and waved in an unusually familiar manner.

Three chairs slid over immediately, and the candy box hidden by Dumbledore opened like a flower, revealing all kinds of snacks inside like offering treasures.

The kettle gurgled, and several cups of hot tea flew in front of Harry and Malfoy.

Harry and Malfoy opened their mouths, and their small faces were full of big doubts-why do you feel like you are home?

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