Chapter 1470 Doomsday Prophecy

Others might have gone in immediately to check when they heard something obviously wrong in Trelawney's cabin, but Snape didn't.

Because after going through a series of incidents, he finally let go of the obsession in his heart, and many things are no longer important to him.

Now, he only cares about himself and the sister who meets by chance. In addition to this, the only thing he can treat with snacks is probably the only thing about Maca that has given him a huge change in his life.

As for the divination professor, Sybill Trelawney... To be honest, Snape not only didn't like this nagging witch, but was rather bored.

To be able to report to McGonagall immediately after discovering an abnormality in her room is already the best for him, and most of it is due to the relationship between duties.

However, although Snape was annoyed by this woman who liked to say that people had "disasters" when nothing happened, he also understood that Trelawney was indeed one of the few remaining true prophets in the modern magic world.

When he rushed to Mag who was standing at the door again, and glanced into the cabin, he could not help but narrow his eyes slightly as he was calm, and took a deep breath slowly.

"I didn't hear her speak just now, there was only a sound of 'crack-crack-crack' like phlegm stuck in the throat...Professor McGonagall, did she say anything after you came here?"

Hearing Snape's question, McGonagall shook his head slightly.

"No," she stared blankly at the scene in the room, and whispered, "There was no sound when I came, and when I opened the door, I saw Sybil fell to the ground like this."

As McGonagall said, Trelawney in the room at this moment was lying motionless on the floor with her head facing the door, her eyes wide open. And at the corners of her eyes, under her nose, around her ears, and around her lips, there were faint scarlet bloodstains.

At first glance, it seems to be a terrifying appearance of death.

But when Snape and Sprout, who had just squeezed in from behind, took a closer look, the two spoke almost simultaneously:

"Alive!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Sprout rushed into the cabin one step ahead of Snape, and bent down to help Trelawney up to check her health.

But at the moment she bent down, Trelawney, who was still lying on the floor motionless as if dead, suddenly stretched out her pale hand and grabbed Sprout tightly. Stretch to your wrist.

Then, the strange voice that resembled the overlapping of male and female voices burst out from Trelawney's throat with a ferocious face.

"... Eternal time has formed a circle, the sin of nothingness has become real, and 'chaos' has returned to the world... When 'chaos' opens the door to 'disaster', matter will be eroded, rules will be reordered, Destiny... falls apart..."

Under the gaze of the four pairs of eyes present, Trelawney's eyes were hazy, and she uttered a prophecy like a roar. And after finishing her speech like this, she unexpectedly regained her sanity during the process of telling a real prophecy for the first time in her life.

The whiteness in Trelawney's eyes suddenly dissipated, and the pair of eyes became clear again, and then she pulled Sprout's arm with great difficulty and screamed:

"Don't go back! Don't go back...then at least...you can live longer..."

After all, she finally couldn't support her extremely exhausted spirit anymore, and fainted on the spot. And her flaxen fluffy hair,

It also fainted a little bit of gray in just a few seconds.

"Pomona, how is Sybil...?"

A real prophecy will shock people, and a prophecy as bad as just now will make people even breathe stagnantly.

After being involuntarily stunned for a while, Mag asked a question.

Hearing her question, Sprout hurriedly lowered his head to check carefully, and then carried the skinny Trelawney to the bed with ease.

"Very serious overdraft, need to replenish physical and mental strength as soon as possible...Professor Snape?"

"Well, I'll go back to my room to get the potion."

Snape, who was always standing at the door, heard it, and without any delay, he nodded, turned around, and walked quickly to his room.

After the remaining three people looked at each other, they all saw serious expressions on their faces.

"What should we do?" The little Flitwick raised his head, looked back and forth at the two ladies and screamed, "Anyway... tell Maca about Professor Trelawney's prophecy first? He is the one who needs to know the most The person who did this."

"Then I'll come and go!"

As Sprout said, he also left the cabin in a hurry, and ran away in a "thump".

After a while, after Snape brought the potion and poured it down to Trelawney who was in a coma, and Sprout also sent a secret letter to Maca, the four of them fell silent in complete silence. .

It is not easy to correctly interpret the prophecy, but the last sentence that Trelawney uttered out of her own will can be understood by anyone.

It's not just "can't go back", even if you continue to maintain the current voyage, it's just "you can live longer".

This kind of prophecy is almost telling them bluntly that death is not far away.

After a long silence, Mag finally spoke for the first time, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Can I get rid of you one thing? In my own name..."

"cannot."

It was Snape who categorically declined without even finishing listening.

"I want to go home immediately and take Tia away."

Although he leaned against the door frame, he said so, simply and resolutely, but his feet did not move. Obviously, even if it was only a little bit, he would still be more or less concerned about the feelings of the other people present.

After hearing what Snape said, McGonagall and the others finally nodded slightly.

"I can understand your concern," Mag nodded, "Go ahead... But, if you don't know where to go, it's better to take her back to the boat. I think at least compared to other places , it's relatively safe here."

Snape was silent at the door for a few seconds, then finally nodded too.

"knew."

Before he finished speaking, he had already swung the black cloak behind him, turned around with a "crash" and went to the stairs leading to the deck.

Seeing this, Flitwick and Sprout gestured to McGonagall:

"Tell me! If there is anything we can help, we will definitely help."

McGregor looked back and forth between the two gratefully, and paused for a while.

"I want to go back to Hogwarts." She said solemnly and firmly, "That is the treasure entrusted to me by Albus, and I cannot live up to his trust... Absolutely not!"

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