Chapter 999 The Mystery of "Prophecy"

"Miss Pierce...how about you go and rest for a while?"

In fact, Bernthal had already noticed that little Cathy was absent-minded.

Especially when Smethyk was still there just now, Little Cathy was obviously distracted. So much so that when Smethek left the dean's room, she couldn't react in time.

But this seemed to be a matter of course—little Cathy had just lost her mother, so how could she be in a better mood?

Therefore, it never occurred to him that it was not the mother's death that was troubling the child right now, but the few words spoken by an unknown person.

"Take a break?" Little Cathy was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded and said, "Um...Okay. I'm sorry, Mr. Bernthal, I insisted on asking you to bring me here, but now..."

Bernse heard the words and immediately interrupted:

"No, no, it's nothing. Go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and some snacks! Just say it's my treat!"

"Oh, how can this work, I—" "Du Du."

Little Cathy hadn't finished speaking when suddenly, several light knocks sounded from the door.

"Mr. Bernthal, I heard that you have also returned, have you?"

"Oh? Mr. McLean?"

When Bernthal heard this, he immediately wanted to respond, but little Cathy suddenly stood up from the chair. Immediately afterwards, she hurriedly hid behind the floor-to-ceiling curtain behind Bernthal after beckoning Bernthal to stop talking.

obviously,

This curtain is not only very thick, but also very long, which looks very suitable for Tibetans.

Bernthal watched the child get in there in no time, he was taken aback at first, but then he showed a nostalgic smile as if recalling his appearance when he was young.

"After all, he's still a child!"

After muttering something like this secretly, he turned towards the door and said:

"Mr. McLean, please come in!"

Following Bernthal's opening, the door opened in response, revealing Maca's figure standing outside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Bernthal...I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

I saw Maca coming to the desk while saying hello. Although his tone still sounded so unhurried, it can be seen from his slightly faster pace that he didn't just come here to chat this time.

But at the same time as he casually said these words, a pair of eyes also looked towards the curtain behind Bernthal.

"Well?"

Even though Maca was suddenly curious about why little Cathy was hiding behind the curtain, he didn't immediately point it out. After a little doubt, he continued:

"Mr. Bernthal, first of all, I have to thank your court for lending me the potion preparation room again - I really appreciate it! Besides, because time is tight, I'll just say it... I have to ask your court for a favor."

Seeing Maca's seriousness, Bernthal temporarily put aside the matter of little Cathy, nodded seriously and said:

"What we, St. Mungo, can help, should be curing diseases and saving lives, right? This is our job. If there is a need, please feel free to speak up."

But who knows, Maca made a move at this time.

"Oh, well—" he said, "it's about saving people, after all, that's one of my goals. Except, what I want to ask the St. Mungo's therapist to do is some nursing work... …and, it has to be said, can be dangerous.”

"Nursing?" Bernser was puzzled, "Of course this is also within the scope of our hospital's work, but what danger would it pose? Is it a highly contagious disease?"

"Ah, no, that's not the case..."

After denying Bernthal's guess first, Maca briefly introduced to him the situation of the Muggles who would soon be gathered by the Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to facilitate understanding, he simply interpreted those Muggles with something lurking in their souls as a group of patients who were affected by black magic and might commit murderous acts to those around them.

Because once the mysterious substances hidden in the human soul are successfully integrated into the soul, even Maca can't peel them back out, so he can only isolate those Muggles for the time being.

"...Simply put, that's it."

After a brief explanation, Maca said again:

"Because I'm still not sure whether that kind of black magic will make those Muggle patients suddenly have great power. So I have to trouble your hospital to send a therapist to the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic to take care of it-when the time comes, magic The Ministry will also keep Aurors and Strikers on patrol to ensure the safety of both patients and the healers sent by your hospital."

"Okay, I'll select a few therapists from our hospital to go to the Ministry of Magic to be on standby..." Bernthal said, but then apologized, "But you must know, Mr. McLean, that the therapists and therapists from our hospital Hospitals are also employment relationships. If it is really dangerous, I have to ask for their consent..."

Obviously, this is actually the reason why Maca brought the Muggle old lady to St. Mungo's instead of directly going to Black's old house for inspection.

Because after finding out what was in the old man's soul, he still had to hurry up and come to find Bernthal's important person in person.

After all, if the Ministry of Magic were to do the work, the whole process would be a bit too slow.

"Of course, I can understand this, as soon as possible."

At this time, Maca doesn't need to be polite anymore. But after a little urging, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Bernthal." He said as he walked, "I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first... Thank you."

Behind the curtain, little Cathy bit her lip, still standing there silently.

When she heard that Maka was about to leave, she was actually very conflicted in her heart. There was an impulse to drive her to go out and stop the other party, but she subconsciously refused to make those words that looked like prophecy come true.

However, just as Maca turned the doorknob and opened the door, he suddenly turned around again. Little Cathy seemed to be able to clearly feel the gaze that was cast straight towards the curtain.

"By the way, beautiful Cathy," Maca said abruptly, "I don't know if you want to live in France for a while? It happens that a group of children around your age are going there. I think you can go and see. Then It's beautiful around here, and there's a big, big castle, and I think . . . "

"No, wait! Stop talking—"

After hearing these words, Little Cathy finally couldn't help but jumped out.

She waved her hands again and again, interrupting Maca's invitation. At that moment, one could even see a trace of inexplicable panic in the eyes behind her hands.

"Ok?"

You know, this little girl is usually very calm, and she was able to maintain her inner strength even before her mother died. That being the case, what else could have caused her to behave in such a panic?

"Little Cathy..." Maca walked quickly in front of her, knelt down slightly and pressed her shoulders, and said, "What happened? You know, you can tell me anything."

"Mr. McLean..."

Things in the future are often unpredictable, so sometimes, when people know what will happen to them in the future, they will be afraid of it.

In particular, that future was clearly stated from a certain population.

Because of this, when Voldemort learned of the prophecy about himself, he immediately wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was most likely the boy in the prophecy.

"I...was at my mother's grave..."

Little Cathy didn't know what to say, let alone whether she should say it or not. Because just now, the prophecy of the wizard in the windbreaker actually came true!

So, will the remaining few words become the truth?

If I speak that "language" now, will it cause any unknown impact?

It is precisely because her wisdom is far superior to that of her peers, which made her feel even more at a loss, because how could she understand the future?

"Cathy...Cathy?"

Maca patted her shoulder lightly, making her finally turn her attention back to herself.

"Can't you still trust me? If you believe me, then tell me!" He smiled gently, "Don't worry, if you tell me and cause any trouble, just leave it to me to solve it."

It was this smile——when little Cathy was feeling extremely distressed about her mother, it was this smile that made her tense heart relax, and this made the words that had been suffocated in her heart all the time come true. catharsis.

And after that, although my mother finally left me forever, at least she left with a smile.

Now, even if it's another completely different thing that bothers me, but... if I tell him, maybe I can get a good result as well!

"Actually, I met a man in front of my mother's grave... that man was wearing a dark windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat on his head, so that people couldn't see what kind of face was hidden under it..."

Under Maca's guidance, little Cathy seemed to have completely given up on her own thinking, and softly recounted the process of her conversation with that strange wizard.

Although when retelling the other party's "prophecy", her expression still became a little nervous. But Maca gently held her hands, but it gave her the strength to continue talking.

However, Little Cathy's mood seemed to be completely relaxed, but Maca frowned instead following her statement.

prophet? prophecy?

He shook his head while listening, but his eyes suddenly became deeper and deeper.

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