Chapter 908 ? Divination and Prophecy

"Master, there are still some things I have to report to you. Pansy Parkinson wrote to the Dark Lord about the situation in the British wizarding world, master, your relationship with other pure-bloods and Dumbledore...then the Dark Lord Sent Rabastan and the others back to the UK, trying to sabotage the Muggle society and cause trouble for us Harris..." Lucius did not use his usual slow tone, and sped up his speech to report in detail, he wanted to use this information To make up for his mistakes, "They intend to carry out swimming attacks in Muggle society... In order to avoid being caught by Aurors or prevent their actions, they may cast a spell and retreat immediately...."

"It's really troublesome. The Aurors need a little reaction time to get to the scene through Apparition. If you don't choose a target regularly and run away with a spell, it would be very difficult for me to catch someone..." Allen frowned and shook his head, "Are you sure you're only in the Muggle world?"

"Yes, master, there are Aurors in every place in the British wizarding world, and they dare not go..." Lucius still gave a definite answer after hesitation, and then he saw Alan's expression and decided to leave the rest as bad as possible. The news was said in one breath, so as not to be more unpleasant, "One more thing... I was also assigned a task by his Dark Lord. He sent me back to England who had not revealed my identity in the wizarding world on the surface, and used Malfoy The status and prestige of the family in the pure-blood family to contact those pure-blood families, the Dark Lord wants to take this opportunity to make the families that did not support him fall to him...Master, what should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, Lucius, you just do what the Dark Lord said with your heart..." Allen didn't seem to care much about this, "I agree to support your family, just remember and tell me the name of the family."

Lucius wanted to agree, but he just opened his mouth and didn't make a sound. He lowered his head even lower, clasped his hands together, rubbed them together uneasily, and moved his steps hesitantly.

"Huh? Don't worry about Lucius, didn't I just tell you that your safety is more important than these." Even if Alan can't see through the Occlumency wizard's head, he still knows exactly what Lucius is worried about, "No will make you suspicious."

No matter how worried Lucius was, Allen and Luna left quickly and gently, just as they came gently, Luna waved and took away a piece of his cookie.

In the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts, Allen quickly entangled a vine into a bench, and Luna sat on the chair lightly, took a bite of the cookie, unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle, He took a big gulp of Coke.

The bubbles of Coca-Cola rolled wantonly in the transparent bottle, and Luna hiccupped happily and said, "Lucius was terrified."

"Well, but what he reported is troublesome..." Allen didn't care about Lucius' mood, he responded briefly, and then stretched out his hand to Luna.

Luna broke off a piece of biscuit and handed it to Alan, who also took a bite. The Barakumu biscuit was made from a mixture of cornmeal, butter, eggs, and sugar. After eating a few bites, Allen clapped his hands and folded his arms on his chest, thinking about the information he heard—although Voldemort could not be solved for the greater good, but Allen, who wanted revenge after Hermione was attacked before, decided not to delay Instead, act.

Allen's fingers tapped lightly on his arm, and he decided to contact Penello as soon as he returned to the tower and ask her to collect some relevant information about Gringotts-and Allen needs Voldemort's soul now.

"Why bother to go to Gringotts?" Luna, who was chewing on a cookie, asked indecently, and spewed out some food crumbs.

"Helga's cup was made into a Horcrux by Tom,

I need to use the soul in it. "

"My diadem and the spirit in the monkey face locket won't work?"

"What? They haven't been purified..." Allen said half a sentence and reacted in a daze, "You mean they are still in the time zone of the tower? You are useless?"

"You're still in the tower time zone when you're useless." Luna responded after taking a sip of her drink, "You raised an acromantula."

"This has saved me a lot of trouble." Allen understood that the soul function is the same anyway, and the soul in the Dark Lord's horcrux is just of higher quality, but it is only a small piece of fragment and it is more purified when purified. Luna, who was troublesome and afraid of trouble, hadn't fully recovered when she was young. When she recovered, she would have acromantula as a stable supply. Naturally, she didn't spend time on the mysterious man's soul fragments for convenience.

"Let's go back to the tower and have a look~" Luna gulped down the rest of the Coke and threw it away, hiccupping silently and mumbled, "By the way, let's see how the male eggs are being hatched by Leffe. That's it."

The two stood up, and the seats turned from those vines returned to their original state.

"Well, I have to inform my father about what Lucius reported so that he can make preparations." Alan took off a leaf from Luna's head, threw it on the ground and picked up the plastic bottle, "Muggle's It takes years for plastic to degrade naturally, so don't throw it away..."

In Hogsmeade village, Ron was still waiting at the exit on the other side of the examination room, when he saw Harry holding up the license he just got, he opened his mouth wide and shouted excitedly: "Harry, you did it! "

After Harry glanced back at Dumbledore who was still in the examination room, he handed the license to Ron who was more excited than himself.

"Come on, let's go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer to celebrate." Harry, infected by the excitement of his friends, also decided to celebrate first, since the modern Dumbledore couldn't leave anyway.

A few minutes later, the two little lions entered the Three Broomsticks. Because of the apparition test, the tavern was more crowded and noisy than usual, warm and smoky, and Ms. Rosmerta was taking care of the busiest table in the lobby. A gang of twittering witches.

Harry and Ron walked to the back of the room. There was still a small table vacant near the fireplace. After taking a seat, Ron took the initiative to go to the bar to order, and took two large glasses of frothy butterbeer and a small Come back with a basket of snacks—his financial situation is much better this semester than before.

Harry and Ron clinked glasses, raised his big glass and took a big sip, and then their eyes were involuntarily drawn to the most lively place in the hall, not just them, but actually the wizard in the bar The eyes of the wizards almost stayed there - when more than a dozen witches gathered together, no matter whether they were all beautiful enough or not, it was already difficult for the wizards not to be attracted to them.

The wine glass on Harry's lips stopped suddenly, he elbowed Ron and said, "Why is Ginny here?"

Ginny's curly red hair was particularly obvious in the crowd. Ron also put down his glass, looked at her and said, "She was passed by Ravendra, the witches who worship Professor Trelawney, and they made an appointment to meet here .

The one surrounded by stars among them is Professor Sybill Trelawney, the professor of divination. Her cheeks were flushed, and she held up an empty wine glass and asked the waiter Cheryl: "Cheryl, give me another I'll have a glass of sherry."

"I'm so glad, professor, that you like our wine." Cheryl took the empty glass, but didn't intend to refill it at all, "But as your loyal fan, I have to consider your body, which is already This is your seventh glass of wine."

"I'm in a good mood today. These are good girls who support my classes and lessons." Professor Trelawney held his head up, "There are many young wizards in school who are not smart enough to take lessons from that old horse—sorry, It's a centaur... I asked him... the conversation between the prophets... didn't he feel the faint vibration before the disaster? But he seemed to think I was funny. Yes, it was funny! He didn't know anything about divination !"

"Professor, we always like your class!" Lavender Brown sat beside Professor Trelawney, said with a look of admiration, "That horse is not as good as you, your divination is through It has been well-recognized by the audience."

Ginny gave her a helpless look—you know that at the beginning of school, when Lavender knew that Firenze was not in charge of the sixth grade students, he was depressed for a long time.

"That horse probably heard people say that I didn't inherit my great-great-grandmother's talents. These rumors have been spread for years by jealous people. But if I don't prove my ability to Dumbledore, he will let me go in Hoover." Would Gewarts, teaching at the best school in the world, trust me so much all these years? If I hadn't proven my abilities, would the audience have recognized me so much and my show would have had such high ratings?" Sybil's exasperation was expressed in the sound of those exaggerated ornaments on her body when she spoke.

The witches around her nodded emphatically, lest not be enough to make Trelawney realize that they had her full support.

Professor Trelawney's drunken voice raised a lot: "I clearly remember Dumbledore's first interview with me, in the Pig's Head Bar... I must admit, at first I thought he didn't seem to like divination, but later……"

Harry pricked up his ears and listened carefully, because he knew what happened when Professor Trelawney made the prophecy that changed his life experience.

"But then we were interrupted roughly by Severus Snape." Trelawney twirled the bead chain on his wrist angrily. "There was a commotion outside the door. Snape was standing outside the door Crap, said he went up the wrong stairs, but I suspect he was caught eavesdropping on Dumbledore's interview with me, he was also looking for a job, no doubt trying to gain some experience... well, after that, As you know, Dumbledore seemed quite willing to give me a job, and I can't help but think that it was because he appreciated my unassuming style and my natural gift for taking it easy with that self-righteous, aggressive man who hid himself and eavesdropped through the keyhole. Youth in stark contrast..."

Harry couldn't listen to Trelawney's next words at all. His face was pale, and he sat there motionless. Waves of shock came to him, wave after wave, overwhelming everything. , only the situation that he had never known before - it was Snape who overheard the prophecy, it was Snape who told Voldemort the news of the prophecy, and it was Snape and Pettigrew Peter who made Voldemort hunt down Lily, James and their son.

"I have to find Dumbledore." Harry said to Ron so numbly that his voice changed his tune. He stood up suddenly and knocked over the table, and ran out of the Three Broomsticks bar regardless, with anger and hatred He was battling with shock and excitement, so much so that he completely forgot that Dumbledore was in the Hogsmeade examination room and ran towards the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.