Chapter 128: Two Prophecies

Because of the unexpected situation last night, Maca on Tyrande's side failed to go after all.

And starting today is the day of the exam.

Maca always treats exams with a careless feeling. But this time, everyone felt that he seemed to be more absent-minded than in previous years.

On the first night of the exam week, Maca still sneaked to Hogsmeade once. After all, there is still a part of the Galleons that have not been retrieved from Tyrande!

However, it's okay not to go; this trip made Maca feel more and more that he was wasting his time.

According to Tyrande, it will take at least half a year for him to leave, and during this half year, the right to sell the medicine has returned to Maca's hands—it's all money!

In any case, he had to find another seller to cooperate with, even if it was temporary, it was better than nothing.

Research on magic requires a lot of Galleons to support him. In terms of magic materials, Maca, who has long been used to being extravagant, really couldn't adapt for a while.

And just the day before the exam ended, Cornelius Fudge showed up at the school.

Fudge was still wearing his pinstriped cloak, his brow was sweating slightly, and he looked unwell, with dark circles forming around his eyes.

At this moment, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam, and Harry was staring at him right now!

"Hi, Harry!" said Fudge. "Just finished your exam, haven't you? Nearly done?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and answered simply.

Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, were not interested in talking to the Minister of Magic at all, and they walked back and forth awkwardly.

"It's a lovely day," said Fudge, looking down on the lake. "What a pity...it's a pity..."

He sighed deeply, looking down at Harry.

"I've come here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Dangerous Creatures Committee demanded that a witness be present at the execution of a mad hippogriff - as it happens, I need to visit for something Hogwarts, they invited me to attend."

"That means the appeal has already been heard?" Ron interjected, stepping forward.

"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning to look at Ron.

"Then you may not be a witness to the execution!" Ron said loudly. "The hippogriff may be all right!"

Before Fudge could answer, two wizards came out from the castle gate behind him.

One was very old, like an old withering cucumber; the other was tall and well-proportioned, with some sparse stubble on his chin.

And beside them, Maca was walking with them peacefully.

The very old wizard squinted at Hagrid's hut, then turned his head and said to Maca in a limp voice, "Ouch, ouch... I'm too old to do such a thing... ..."

"It has nothing to do with being old or not. Of course it's better not to do things that shouldn't be done." The tall man beside him said coldly.

At this moment, Maca shrugged and said, "I think so, Mr. McNeill."

...

Maca's last exam subject was Divination, which happened to be ranked with Harry and Ron, while Hermione's was Muggle Studies.

When Maca came to the front of the classroom, he saw many students sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the divination classroom—everyone seemed to hope that they could temporarily hug Merlin's thigh at the last moment.

"She's going to see us separately." Maca heard Neville talking from Harry's side, "Has either of you seen anything in the crystal ball?"

The line outside the classroom shortened very slowly, as soon as someone came down the silver staircase,

The rest of the people leaned forward and whispered, "What did she ask? Did you pass?"

However, all declined to answer the question.

"She said the crystal ball told her that something terrible would happen to me if I told you!" said Neville, coming down the stairs, as he walked towards Harry and Ron, and screamed.

The two have now reached the ladder platform.

"That's right," said Ron contemptuously. "You know, I'm starting to think now that Hermione said she was right, that she's an old liar."

"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and found that it was already two o'clock, "I just hope she can hurry up..."

Ron was next, and then Harry. When it was Maca's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.

By the way, when Harry came down, he had a surprised look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Maca went up to meet her and asked, "Did Professor Trelawney say something?"

"She just told me..."

Harry had just spoken halfway, but Professor Trelawney's voice had already passed: "Maka McClain!"

"Er, I think it won't be long before—" Harry hesitated.

"No, right now." Maca interrupted him, urging, "Hurry up, it won't take a few seconds."

"Well... I think it seems that Professor Trelawney made a real prophecy just now," Harry said, thinking for a while, then shook his head again, "No, I'm not sure, but she just said... "

"……say what?"

"She said—" "Mr. Maca McLean, are you here?"

Harry looked at Maca again, but Maca just waved his hand to signal him to leave it alone.

"She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant, rose again, and became very powerful... She also said, 'A greater filth is about to return to the world with the return of the Dark Lord'. Later She was getting more and more slurred, and I couldn't make out..." said Harry, "but, then, it seems Voldemort is going to..."

"It's coming back..." Maca frowned, and said suddenly, "Harry, remember, read the Occlumency Notebook I gave you carefully, and try to learn it as soon as possible."

His tone became serious: "Trust me, it's good for you and good for us!"

"But... why is that? What does that spell do?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Maca was about to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting for the third time.

"...Anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead." Maca said, and then quickly walked up the spiral staircase.

...

When Maca came to the exam room, he immediately found that the tower room was hotter than ever before.

The curtains here are all drawn tightly, a fire is burning in the fireplace, and there is a nauseating smell in the air.

Maca frowned, and walked towards Professor Trelawney - she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"It's not a good thing to waste time." It seemed that she had waited for a while, which made her expression a little awkward now, "... Well, look at this crystal ball, and now I will time you... Then, you tell me what did you see in there..."

Maca leaned over and took a few glances into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything in it except the whirling white mist.

In fact, Maca has long worked hard for divination, but he probably won't be able to understand this subject in his life.

Maca took out a small potion bottle with her hand hidden under the edge of the table, and quietly uncorked it.

"Well..." Professor Trelawney asked on time, "What did you see?"

The heat wave in the room was scorching, and the liquid in the bottle was evaporating quickly, at least faster than Maca imagined.

He then rubbed his nose and put some ointment on the underside of his nose.

"Oh... I saw a, um... a small thing with a long tail..." Maca said something nonsense—anyway, he's been thinking about Peter Pettigrew recently.

"What does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about it..."

"..." Maca was waiting for the effect of the liquid to play out, "I think it's...a mouse?"

"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap, "I think you seem to see... um..."

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes became blurred.

"Oh, sorry...I think..." Trelawney narrowed her eyes, which became more and more misty.

But not long after, Trelawney's eyes suddenly widened, and the eyeballs began to move around.

"Is it really done?" Maca concentrated her mind, ready to listen carefully.

However, at the next moment, Trelawney closed her eyes suddenly, and fell asleep on the table.

Maca couldn't help curling her lips, and simply took the record sheet on the table, pulled out her wand and tapped it twice. Immediately, a line of prophecy records that were exactly the same as Trelawney's handwriting emerged automatically.

On the record sheet, he left there the prophecy that Buckbeak would be executed.

If this happened, at least his grades in divination this year would not be too bad.

Just as he put the record sheet back and was about to wake Trelawney up and bluff, she twitched a few times, and a dull, hoarse sound came from under her arms. stand up.

"Death...will always be with you...sin will dance with you...your fate will be intertwined with disaster...no...no!"

Speaking of this, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her trembling, bloodshot eyes stared straight at Maca, and even a morbid flush appeared on her face.

"Don't—open—open it!" She shouted with a hideous face and a strange voice that resembled a man and a woman.

The voice was like a suffocated person calling for help, or like a dying person wailing. Maca couldn't tell whether she was warning him, or watching someone who didn't exist shouting at will.

This is a true prophecy, but the prophecy is never clear.