Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "What? What sin?" When Umbridge saw Trelawney's weird look, he couldn't help taking a step back, "What happened to the silent? Those things ceased to exist decades ago. !"

But Trelawney seemed to have not heard her words, still buried in her long hair, her whole body trembling even more...

"...Ticket...crime...resurrection...nightmare is coming..."

She told in her extremely vicissitudes of voice that the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more weird. The room that was originally brightened by the open curtains, everyone only felt that the temperature was dropping a little.

At the same time, Trelawney's predictions became more and more consistent and clearer.

"...When the old light...retreat...the stage, the old enemy will come back..."

"...The sinful tombstone will eventually change ownership. When the silent one...er...Ticket...Ticket..."

Just as everyone was immersed in the mysterious and treacherous prophecy, Trelawney seemed to be blocked by something, and the vicissitudes of life came to an abrupt end.

Instead, the meaningless noise at first.The little wizards looked at each other, all at a loss.

Although in the magic world, the existence of prophets has been rare since ancient times.But since magic schools like Hogwarts still offer fortune-telling classes for many years, wizards are not unfamiliar with such things as "prophecy."

Of course, there are too many obscure things about divination.In the extremely lack of practical examples, everyone didn't care much about this course.

But even so, when Trelawney showed a real "prophetic gesture" in public, most of the little wizards felt a little "have to believe".

Even Umbridge could only grit his teeth without saying a word—after all, anyone could feel it now, the kind of breath exuding Trelawney at this moment, it made people get goose bumps.

However, when everyone was listening nervously, Trelawney's state was even more abnormal.

In the tense gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her mouth half open and half closed, as if she wanted to continue to say something.

And her eyes at this time were covered with a layer of gray.

"...Ka...hoho...breaking...breaking...sequence...the...yoke..."

Trelawney in the prophetic posture, as if possessed by something else, was borrowing her body to describe the prophecy itself.But at this moment, the "existence" in her body made it extremely difficult to speak.

"...Different...number."

The last half of the word was squeezed out of her throat abruptly, and then the gray in Trelawney's eyes suddenly disappeared.Immediately afterwards, she seemed to lose some kind of strength support, and fell to the floor with a plop.

Almost at the same time, in the prophecy hall of the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, a certain prophecy ball that had just been filled burst out with a "click"...

"Heh...huh...what's the'unusual'? I don't know what it means!

Umbridge was awakened by the sound of her falling, she murmured dryly, then went through the trapdoor on the ground without looking back, and hurried downstairs.

"That... what to do?" Harry looked at Professor Trelawney on the ground, then looked up around and found that everyone was looking at him.

"Uh..." He hesitated, then pointed to himself subconsciously, "Me?"

The students nodded all together.

"Hey! Ron—" Harry turned around and gave his best friend a hand.

"Oh... okay, okay! Who made us good buddies!" Ron seemed to be remembering something, and when he felt Harry tugged him, he raised his head, "Let's go and call Mai Professor Ge..."

Before he could say anything, he rarely took the initiative to stand up and ran to the trapdoor while pulling Harry.

"Did you write down the prophecy just now?"

"Of course! Didn't Maca say that, contact him if you have important things-this is a good opportunity for us to help him!"

As they ran to the transfiguration classroom, the two chatted quietly.

"Well, too..." Harry nodded.

"But you said... Is Trelawney's prediction accurate or not?" Although Ron took it down excitedly, he still didn't trust the professor Trelawney. "I How do you think about it, still feel a little unreliable?"

"Who knows?" Harry thought for a while, "Maca will always judge for himself, oh...Speaking of which, what happened to your candy just now?"

Ron shook his head embarrassedly when he heard the words.

"You must remember, don't let my mother know..."

"Of course!" Harry patted his chest as he ran.

"As I said earlier, it was a trial work by Fred and George called'Alcohol Bomb'... The suggestion that Maca gave is that if you sell it to major bars, you will definitely make a lot of money! "

"Ha..." Harry chuckled dryly, "Just listen to the name and you know what it is! Fortunately, I just chewed and threw it up..."

"No, no, the biggest advantage of this thing is that no matter how much you eat, you won't get drunk!" Ron said mysteriously," Maca said. He added a formula that quickly decomposes alcohol, so that it is both enjoyable and not intoxicating. The drunks can't stop at all..."

Soon, they came to the door of the Transfiguration Classroom.The two glanced at each other, then Harry stepped forward and reached out to open the door of the classroom.

"...The physical properties of every material are closely related to its magical properties. We can correspond to...Huh?"

Professor McGonagall was giving a lecture, and when she heard the sound of the door being opened, she turned her head sharply.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry said hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" McGonagall was always stern, serious and serious during class. "Aren't you supposed to be in the divination classroom at this time? What are you doing here?"

"That..." Harry paused, "Professor Trelawney made a prediction, and then she fainted..."

In fact, most of the students knew more or less that Professor McGonagall didn't really like Professor Trelawney, because she didn't really believe in divination or anything.

The way these two professors get along on weekdays, Harry naturally sees it, so he seems a little hesitant now.

But that was the professor at Hogwarts after all, and he was also hired by Dumbledore himself.For McGonagall, who trusted Dumbledore and cherished Hogwarts bit by bit, she had already recognized the existence of Trelawney.

"I see," Professor McGonagall nodded immediately, then turned to the students in the classroom, "Next you recite the dual nature of the material by yourself..."

Afterwards, she hurriedly walked towards the door.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you first go to the school hospital and inform Madam Pomfrey," McGonagall said hurriedly, "We will be here soon—"

"Ah! Okay!" Harry and Ron responded at the same time.

...

Half an hour later, the principal is indoors.

Many portraits of principals on the wall are empty. I don't know where they went.The furnishings here seem to have undergone a lot of changes, as if they have been carefully cleaned up by a man, and it looks a lot more refreshing than before.

The windows on the side were also open, and the wind came in, but there was not much coolness.

Even the sorting hat on the shelf seems to have been cleaned, although there are still patches everywhere, and the wrinkles are still not smoothed, but at least it is not as dirty as in previous years, inside and out. The outside is stained.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be a little uncomfortable with this almost completely renewed principal's office. She would glance at it from time to time, with some doubts in her eyes.

"...Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded at McGonagall. "How is Sybil now?"

"She's already awake, and it doesn't seem to be a problem." McGonagall said seriously, "However, her prediction..."

From the students' description, it was undoubtedly a real prophecy, so Professor McGonagall was quite concerned about it.But after Dumbledore heard it, he only thought about it a little bit.

"Don't worry," he smiled, "it's not a big problem."

A true prophecy from a prophet, I am afraid that most people will treat it very carefully.But now Dumbledore didn't seem to care that much, as if the content was really not a big deal.

"But..." Professor McGonagall seemed a little worried.

"It's okay, just relax..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped it. "Everyone says that the future is bad... The prediction can only be used as a reference. We still have to do what we should do, no ?"

After wiping the lens, he put it back on the bridge of his nose, before continuing: "Minerva, do you want a toffee fingercake?"

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, then shook his head.

"No, no need..." She thought for a while, "Then I will go down first."

"Ok."

Dumbledore stood up and watched McGonagall leave with a smile.When the door of the principal's office was closed again, he picked up a finger cake, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed gently.

"...Rival?" He muttered, and then shrugged indifferently, with a hint of mischief in his smile, "It's time to end..."

Having said that, he grabbed a few more finger cakes, and then wandered to the window.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew his head, brushing his full head of silver hair and frequent white beards, making the white wizard's image even more elegant and dusty.

The warm sunlight fell on him, and he couldn't help squinting comfortably.The half-moon-shaped lens reflects the sunlight and diffuses a golden brilliance.

"Well...Will the Maca come back secretly to the'Honey Duke'? The flyer says that the store has developed new desserts..."