Chapter 1764 Messy Safina

"Miss Granger, please don't mention the prophecy anymore - until I reach the level where I can correctly interpret the prophecy, I will not tell anyone else about any prophecy I made. After all... With this This painful lesson, I have already deeply understood that my prophecy will 'kill people'!"

Inside the curtain, Ursula said slowly in a slightly deep voice.

However, prophecy, of course, does not kill people.

Ursula's prophetic lineage is very pure, and her bloodline has a high degree of awakening. Her predictions can be said to have great credibility.

It's a pity that the accuracy of the prophecy never depends solely on itself. Since ancient times, no matter how clear the prophecy is, it needs to be re-interpreted to allow more people to understand the changes in the future, and the level of the interpreter will often have a critical impact on the future.

As for who can interpret the prophecy more accurately—although it cannot be said to be absolute, as the source of the prophecy, the prophet himself naturally has a huge advantage.

But this time, Ursula, a prophet, questioned her abilities. Obviously, her choice was correct, and in her current state, she was indeed no longer suitable to make any predictions for others.

"As for Mr. McLean's whereabouts, I can tell you my conjecture." After a short pause, Ursula hesitated and said, "I think, even if he leaves later, Mr. McLean should at least He had been to England—at that time he took two powerful living corpses with him, and in order to ensure that no one else would be hurt, England, which is currently occupied by thick fog, is obviously the most appropriate choice."

Hermione listened, then nodded slightly, and said in a daze:

"Yes! Where else could he go?"

Since the prophet didn't want to make any more predictions, Hermione seemed to have no reason to stay here. After all, Safina almost told the story of Maca's experience when she met them just now.

Just thinking about it, Hermione, who was just about to say goodbye and leave, couldn't help but said:

"Miss, I don't know if I can ask one more question—when you were with Maca, did you find anything strange in his actions and performance?"

"'strangeness'?"

Ursula couldn't help thinking about it a little.

"Well... there are indeed some interesting things. For example, he seems to have been enduring something, so that he can't use magic at will." She said while thinking, "But even so, he still easily The ground took away the two enemies that we could not deal with."

"Besides that...although it certainly cannot be said to be 'strange', but he...well, he has a very strong mental capacity—even if he sees some things that ordinary people cannot accept, he can still Treat it with your heart."

Her latter sentence is obviously talking about her own mutilated body. And as he talked, he seemed to think of the time when Maca held her in his arms.

Regardless of Ursula's appearance, she is still a young girl in her prime. And perhaps it was precisely because of her incompleteness that she, who had never been in close contact with a man of the same age since the accident that year, naturally felt throbbing in her heart.

But it's a pity that even she herself has noticed some kind of emotion secretly in her heart,

She didn't dare to expect half of it.

After shaking her head feebly behind the curtain, Ursula regained her mentality and her tone became calm again.

"In short, there are indeed some things that are puzzling, but I don't think that will make people feel 'strange'. Mr. McLean is a kind and respectable wizard."

"Of course...Of course," Hermione pursed her lips and said, "Then...I'm going out now, you have a good rest. When we finish what we have to do and are ready to leave Beauxbatons, I will come to meet you again You say goodbye."

"thanks."

Through several layers of curtains, Ursula on the bed watched Hermione's figure leave from the door, and then she shrank back into the quilt with a little sadness.

Not long after, she was silent for a while and couldn't help muttering to herself quietly:

"Hermione Granger... Probably only an outstanding and beautiful girl like her can spend her whole life with Mr. McLean?"

After muttering something like this, Ursula suddenly turned her head slightly, looked in the direction of the window and said calmly:

"Safina, when did you learn to eavesdrop?"

"I didn't!"

Before the words were finished, a figure rolled over from the window and sat down on the armchair by the bed—that was her exclusive seat in sister Ursula's room, no matter where they moved to live, the maid pulled Erson always had a chair there, and it hasn't changed over the years.

And after Safina sat down, she heard her continue:

"I just sent Miss Granger away, and then I came back from here out of habit—you know, it's faster this way!"

I don't know if it was because Ursula threw her out of the window back then, but before she knew it, climbing the window became a habit of Safina.

Sometimes Ursula also wonders whether Safina has been feeling guilty for what happened back then, so that she subconsciously thinks that if she could turn out the window by herself back then, then her sister would not have had time to escape from the fire .

However, Ursula knew even more that all she could do for Safina was not to mention the events of the year. Because no matter how she explained and comforted her, the fact before her eyes would only make Safina feel more guilty.

Ursula was thinking secretly, but unexpectedly, Safina at the side suddenly whispered through the curtain:

"Ursula, you like that McLean, don't you? Don't worry, Mr. McLean doesn't mind your problems at all. Think about it carefully, you may not be hopeless? Don't worry, I will think about it for you Way, at least it would be good to help you create some 'fair' opportunities—"

As soon as Ursula finished speaking, before Ursula could refuse, she heard a soft tap, and Safina jumped out of the window again and left in a hurry.

"This girl," Ursula said helplessly, "forget it, anyway, she can't do anything, so let her go... No! She won't want to go outside at this time, will she?"

"Wait... Larson! Larson, come here..."

With Ursula yelling uncharacteristically in the room, Beauxbaton, who had just welcomed Hermione and the others, seemed to be getting more and more "lively".

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