Conquest knights from Hogwarts
Chapter 356 Prophecy or Lie, Trelawney on the Brink of Crisis
Chapter 356 Prophecy or Lie, Trelawney on the Brink of Crisis
Although returning to England from China is a matter of a portal, one second can bring an eight-hour time difference.
From the afternoon when the sunset is about to come back to England, which is less than noon, it's like going back in time, but it doesn't give people the pleasure of 'I've earned time'.
There are still 6 minutes left at 09:30. In the morning, Ron has a lecture on demonology, and in the afternoon there are two consecutive lectures on the abyss. In the evening, he needs to take a class on Snape's potions. After going to bed for the preparations and activities, he still needs to spare two hours to give lessons to the teaching assistants. Just looking at this busy schedule makes one's scalp tingle.
But what can be done about it?
Before he had time to change into a Hogwarts robe, Ron, who was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, quickly felt the classroom. It was probably the easiest thing for him now to be able to memorize the textbooks without bringing textbooks.
This section talks about demonology, and it talks about the detailed explanation of the ability of the animal-type demon plague dog. This information comes from the handbook left by the demon warlock. A dog's body has everything from inside to outside, from ability to weakness.
It's just that the way demon warlocks treat demons has always been extremely cruel, so cruel that the guy from the Animal Protection Association glanced at it and shouted: How can you treat a dog like this!Even if it looks ugly!Then he fell headlong to the ground, fainted and had the nightmare of being tied in front of the hot pot and being forced to cook dog meat hot pot, drooling and sobbing on the spot.
But fortunately, no one fell ill in this murderous lesson taught by Ron, and the deformed animal protection trend that puts a dog's life more important than a human's life has not yet blown into Hogwarts.
"Okay, that's all for today. Everyone draws a general anatomical diagram of the plague dog, marking all the fatal points on their bodies, and a summary statement of the plague dog that is no less than one foot long. Next week Give it to your assistant coach Abel five years ago."
Students with empty bellies walked toward the door noisily after class. The sumptuous lunch in the restaurant was their only thought at the moment. After finishing their work in the afternoon, they would be able to spend a happy Saturday overwhelmed by homework, and squeeze out Time, go to Hogsmeade for a leisurely wandering day.
Ron was waiting for the students to leave, because some people were still sitting in their seats, writing and drawing, and hadn't gotten up after class.
About 5 minutes later, Hermione put down the quill in her hand, put the textbook on the table into her small bag, and looked up with a smile on her face.
"Here, professor, homework is done."
A foot-long paper was too short for her, it was just a summary of the class, there was nothing difficult about it, as for the anatomy diagram, Ron had already drawn it once in class, just listen to No one in the class can't draw.
"Didn't you tell me to hand it over to Abel? If the tool people don't use it, how can they be called tool people?"
Ron, with his hands in his pockets, wandered to Hermione's side. There was no professor in his smiling face, and he was completely different from his seriousness in class.
"Headmaster Dumbledore really found us a good teacher."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, put away the homework she had just completed without any surprise, and was led to get up from her seat.
"I hope I can have creme brulee for lunch. I haven't had it for several days. It's obviously delicious, but why can't I have it every day?"
When going to the crowded auditorium, Hermione said with anticipation that, as a little girl born in a family of dentists, Hermione has always eaten sugar-free desserts because of her parents, but there is no real dessert. Sweet sugar, where is the delightful sweetness?
"Say it early, I'll go to the kitchen to say hello, the elves are easy to talk, so we can have it every day."
"But it's not good to bother them. There are more and more students in Hogwarts now. They have worked very hard. I can't do this."
Although she gave up the idea of liberating the elves, Hermione still didn't want to put more burdens on these hard-working little guys. After understanding the work enthusiasm of the elves, she gave up her naive fantasy of liberation and wishful thinking. Things are going nowhere.
"It won't be." Ron, who has been to the kitchen many times this year, knows the current situation of the kitchen. "Hogwarts used to have about [-] house elves, but now Professor Dumbledore has expanded the enrollment, and the student union is getting bigger every year. More than a year, and so is the elf."
"You should go to Hermione in the kitchen, there are probably close to six hundred elves serving Hogwarts in the kitchen now, and Dumbledore has taken your suggestion to send them a little elf every Christmas." They don't accept gifts and wages, but this is fine."
"Of course, it's not clothes. Giving them what we think of as freedom is worse than killing them."
"Is that so?"
Hermione nodded suddenly, but soon, they were stopped by the crowd ahead.
In front is the entrance of the auditorium. Go straight for less than 50 meters and you will arrive at the main entrance of Hogwarts. You can enter the auditorium hall through the foyer in front of the main entrance. The previous side entrance is a bit small, and it will be more spacious if there are many people.
But this was enough to block the spacious corridor of the main door where three cars passed side by side, and the dark figure in front blocked it for more than ten meters.
Vaguely, you can still hear a somewhat hysterical hoarse female voice, and the words are slurred, a bit like the common drunken speech in pubs in the middle of the night.
"No! No! This can't happen. Impossible! I refuse to accept it!"
When Ron came to the front along a narrow path that the little wizards made way for him, some hoarse screams sounded.
Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, holding her wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other. Her fluffy hair was drooping at the moment, and her nose was crookedly hanging on her. Huge glasses, which make one of her eyes extra large, which is extremely weird.
Although Trelawney was as eccentric as before, she was at least like a magician in the past. The eccentric dress represented the mystery of non-mainstream aesthetics, rather than the tattered appearance she is now.
She is like a down and out alcoholic who lost all her chips at the gambling table and has nothing left.
"Refused to accept?" said a shrill, girlish voice, which seemed to amused the person who spoke.
Umbridge's chunky figure could only be seen when he came to the front of the crowd. Since he planted a big hole in Ron's hands last time, Umbridge disappeared from Ron's sight.
He was still traveling as a so-called senior investigator, but he completely avoided Ron's shadow. Even the two courses Ron taught, Abyssology and Demonology, only went to the classrooms of grades one to four. Ben didn't fight Ron head to head.
If it hadn't been for meeting him in the hall today, Ron, who has been dizzy recently, would have forgotten that there is such a toad in Hogwarts.
"You should have expected this to happen, Professor Sybill Trelawney, oh no~" Umbridge said delicately in a surprised tone: "You have been expelled now, Hogwarts does not need you Incompetent moth as a professor to mislead students."
"Although you have repeatedly emphasized to me that you are the great-granddaughter of the prophet Trelawney, all I see in you are lies."
The harsh words seemed to have poisonous stings, causing Trelawney to tremble violently, her face turned from pale to blood-red, and Umbridge's words stung Trelawney nerves.
But Trelawney, with trembling lips, seemed too irritated to speak.
"Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always be aware of your poor performance in my class and your lack of improvement since then."
Umbridge gave a disgusted smile, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
"The so-called prophecies you said to me were curses and slanders against me for no reason."
"These are the reasons you were fired."
"Although I can be magnanimous and ignore the curse you said about my death, as a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic, I must be responsible for this school. You are a worthless liar and cannot continue to be in Hogwarts. Misunderstanding my son."
"You—you can't!"
I don't know whether it was because she was too drunk or she couldn't accept the blow and her mind fell into confusion. Apart from denying the incident, Trelawney rarely defended herself or refuted Umbridge.
"You—you can't fire me! I...I've been—I've been here for 16 years! Hogwarts is my...my home!"
"That was your former home!"
Seeing that Trelawney was still just repeating these insignificant things, Umbridge also got a little impatient.
"Dumbledore hired you 16 years ago, but the professor of divination was his biggest negligence as the principal. As a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic, I have the right to fire any incompetent professor!"
"Listen well, now, immediately, immediately, get out of here, you have been fired, and the Ministry of Magic will send a new, competent divination professor to take your place."
These words seemed to break Trelawney's defenses, and she staggered back a few steps. If the little wizard behind her hadn't reached out to support her, Trelawney might have fallen to the ground.
Although Trelawney's divination class has always been regarded by most young wizards as a subject similar to mixed grades, Trelawney, who seldom fails the exam, has accumulated a lot of favor among the students.
Especially those poor students who are not doing well in their studies, when they have an E grade in the divination class, they can at least have a better holiday.
Although children have a heartless side, they will also remember the good of others. Children are somewhat simpler than adults.
Seeing Trelawney's distressed appearance, Umbridge smiled with satisfaction, and the little wizards standing facing her couldn't help but feel sick for a while.
Trelawney huddled and let out a vague sob. She wept silently. Even if she was supported by someone, she collapsed and slowly sat down on the ground. Seeing this scene, the little wizards looked complicated. Focused on one place.
Umbridge frowned suspiciously. The little wizard was looking in her direction, but his gaze skipped the top of her head. Only then did she realize that there was a black shadow on her head. It was the shadow cast by a tall man.
Ron, who had witnessed all this, was silent. If it was before, he would have spoken a long time ago, but in the past two days, the things he experienced made him vaguely understand something, but he has not been clarified. .
But this is, Ron figured it out.
"If you want to know what the weather will be like tomorrow, why don't you check the weather forecast?"
Ron's familiar voice made Umbridge turn around slowly, her scalp numb, and she froze, sweeping away the previous triumph.
"If a fortuneteller is reduced to predicting whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow, then he is not worthy of being a fortuneteller."
"The power of prophecy is to be able to see through time, to see a corner of thousands of possibilities. Prophecy is the most mysterious magic in the magic world, and it is also the most difficult magic to be mastered."
"You know a damn divination, Umbridge."
Ron lowered his head and glanced at the old toad who was trying to force a smile. The murderous look made Umbridge swallow hard and move away.
Ron walked up to Professor Trelawney, knelt down and picked up the wine bottle she had thrown on the ground.
"Professor, do you still like Jerez's crafted sherry wine? If you like it, I'll give you a few more boxes this year. I thought you'd already drank it all, but I didn't expect to see it now."
Ron's words brought Trelawney back into a daze.
"Oh yes. It's you, I remember you."
Trelawney spoke intermittently. He recognized Ron. Although Ron only took his divination class for one year, she didn't forget the sherry wine Ron gave her, and she was very impressed.
Ron, who was not short of money, prepared Christmas gifts for every professor, and the sherry wine he sent was a boutique that was hard to buy in the market. Trelawney was not willing to buy a bottle to try something new, but Ron sent several boxes.
"But but I want I want me."
Trelawney, who barely stopped crying, lowered her head again and wept uncontrollably. She wanted to say that she would not be able to stay at Hogwarts in the future and would not receive your sherry, but she couldn't say it, and she didn't know how to say it. .
"Trust me, Professor."
Ron stretched out his hand to straighten the loose scarf for him, and straightened her glasses by the way.
"Hogwarts will not do wrong things because of outsiders' instructions. Although many people don't understand the meaning of divination, I know that you are a capable fortune-teller, but your prophecy cannot be said casually. For these idiots, right?"
Although Ron's face was not very handsome, and even looked a little sinister, Trelawney couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, as if she was smiling, but crying too badly made this smile lose what it should have been. bright.
"Remember my first class with you? At the end of get out of class, I heard you prophesy to me, and it came true, and everyone in the room heard it."
"Is that so?" Trelawney said uncertainly, "I hope you are all right, child."
Not knowing what was going on in her mind, Trelawney patted the back of Ron's hand lightly, as if she wanted to comfort him.
"Then leave it to me now?"
Ron spoke again, looking at Trelawney seriously.
She didn't make a sound, just nodded reluctantly.
"Then now."
Ron stood up and looked back at Umbridge.
"I heard that Professor Trelawney gave you a bad prophecy. Is it death? Or Azkaban? Or something better?"
Seeing that Umbridge remained silent with a livid face, Ron continued without caring: "Then I will tell you now that Professor Trelawney's prophecy is about to be fulfilled."
"Fox!"
Ron raised his left arm, and the phoenix landed in the flash of fire amidst the sound of calling, and landed firmly on Ron's arm, then bounced to his shoulder, rubbing against Ron affectionately s face.
"Long time no see, Fox."
Ron touched Fox's little head, "Can you help me pass a message? Go to Belle Ride and tell him, the Ministry of Magic."
"no, you can not!"
This time it was Umbridge who screamed, saying the same thing Trelawney had said.
"You can't do this! It's not—"
"To shut up!"
Looking down contemptuously, after experiencing the previous sinking of Japan, Ron finally understood that in this world, continuing to play tricks is the most irrational thing, and it is also the most likely to cause huge consequences.
Since the future of the world will be dominated by magic, then we must abandon the previous set, wizards use power to determine the right to speak, and then use power to tell right from wrong.
Magic cannot deceive people, and magic can also achieve absolute justice that human beings cannot do.
"Dare to talk to me like this, your mother is a wholesaler?"
"Who gave you permission to scream in front of me, Fudge?"
"Then don't continue to show off those dirty tricks that don't get too far. Hogwarts is the home of Hogwarts people, and it's not up to you to dictate things here."
"Senior investigator?"
"Heh~ It's not even fart."
"You're fighting the Ministry of Magic!"
Umbridge, who had seen what was about to happen, was screaming hysterically. She was out of shape and even carried out of the Ministry of Magic ridiculously.
"Then you are blessed, the Ministry of Magic will still exist after fifteen minutes."
"Please help me send a message to Belle Ride, telling him to start gathering all the arrangements, I don't plan to build a country, because this is not 1000 years ago, but I want to rebuild the Knights, not King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, but mine, Knights of the Sun."
Fox lightly pecked at Ron's finger that was scratching his neck, then let out a cheerful cry, and disappeared into flames again.
"Although it's not specifically aimed at you and Fudge, it's okay to sweep up the trash along the way."
"Avenging those innocent souls is not enough for me alone." Ron shook his head lightly and whispered to himself: "Blood debts should be paid in blood, just pay a little money, when what I said before is true Are you farting, bastards?"
Although the flash of killing intent was not directed at Umbridge, but at this moment her spirit was already on the verge of collapse, how could she have the ability to distinguish these, and Umbridge, who fell directly to the ground, let out a burst of blood. The stench of the beach made the crowd rush away in an instant.
"The whirlwind sweeps away."
"Bah, that's bad luck."
Throwing a cleansing spell and using magic to isolate Umbridge, Ron, who continued to cast the stench attack, waved his hand in disgust. What happened in just over ten seconds made Trelawney, who was sitting on the ground, feel like Ride up and down as fast as a roller coaster.
But she didn't exclaim excitedly because of this flip, or raise her head in disbelief.
She drooped her head, as if she had fallen asleep.
"Don't you fall asleep here, professor."
Ron stepped forward with a smile, and just as he was about to reach out and shake her awake, Trelawney raised her head so fast that she seemed to snap her neck.
A hoarse voice came from her throat. It was low and difficult, but it made people listen carefully.
Ron gestured a silent gesture, but there was no need for this. The little wizards had already been attracted by the sound, and they held their breath and listened intently to the hoarse murmur with magical power.
Once again she glimpses the future and speaks of the most mysterious characters of occult magic.
(End of this chapter)
Although returning to England from China is a matter of a portal, one second can bring an eight-hour time difference.
From the afternoon when the sunset is about to come back to England, which is less than noon, it's like going back in time, but it doesn't give people the pleasure of 'I've earned time'.
There are still 6 minutes left at 09:30. In the morning, Ron has a lecture on demonology, and in the afternoon there are two consecutive lectures on the abyss. In the evening, he needs to take a class on Snape's potions. After going to bed for the preparations and activities, he still needs to spare two hours to give lessons to the teaching assistants. Just looking at this busy schedule makes one's scalp tingle.
But what can be done about it?
Before he had time to change into a Hogwarts robe, Ron, who was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, quickly felt the classroom. It was probably the easiest thing for him now to be able to memorize the textbooks without bringing textbooks.
This section talks about demonology, and it talks about the detailed explanation of the ability of the animal-type demon plague dog. This information comes from the handbook left by the demon warlock. A dog's body has everything from inside to outside, from ability to weakness.
It's just that the way demon warlocks treat demons has always been extremely cruel, so cruel that the guy from the Animal Protection Association glanced at it and shouted: How can you treat a dog like this!Even if it looks ugly!Then he fell headlong to the ground, fainted and had the nightmare of being tied in front of the hot pot and being forced to cook dog meat hot pot, drooling and sobbing on the spot.
But fortunately, no one fell ill in this murderous lesson taught by Ron, and the deformed animal protection trend that puts a dog's life more important than a human's life has not yet blown into Hogwarts.
"Okay, that's all for today. Everyone draws a general anatomical diagram of the plague dog, marking all the fatal points on their bodies, and a summary statement of the plague dog that is no less than one foot long. Next week Give it to your assistant coach Abel five years ago."
Students with empty bellies walked toward the door noisily after class. The sumptuous lunch in the restaurant was their only thought at the moment. After finishing their work in the afternoon, they would be able to spend a happy Saturday overwhelmed by homework, and squeeze out Time, go to Hogsmeade for a leisurely wandering day.
Ron was waiting for the students to leave, because some people were still sitting in their seats, writing and drawing, and hadn't gotten up after class.
About 5 minutes later, Hermione put down the quill in her hand, put the textbook on the table into her small bag, and looked up with a smile on her face.
"Here, professor, homework is done."
A foot-long paper was too short for her, it was just a summary of the class, there was nothing difficult about it, as for the anatomy diagram, Ron had already drawn it once in class, just listen to No one in the class can't draw.
"Didn't you tell me to hand it over to Abel? If the tool people don't use it, how can they be called tool people?"
Ron, with his hands in his pockets, wandered to Hermione's side. There was no professor in his smiling face, and he was completely different from his seriousness in class.
"Headmaster Dumbledore really found us a good teacher."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, put away the homework she had just completed without any surprise, and was led to get up from her seat.
"I hope I can have creme brulee for lunch. I haven't had it for several days. It's obviously delicious, but why can't I have it every day?"
When going to the crowded auditorium, Hermione said with anticipation that, as a little girl born in a family of dentists, Hermione has always eaten sugar-free desserts because of her parents, but there is no real dessert. Sweet sugar, where is the delightful sweetness?
"Say it early, I'll go to the kitchen to say hello, the elves are easy to talk, so we can have it every day."
"But it's not good to bother them. There are more and more students in Hogwarts now. They have worked very hard. I can't do this."
Although she gave up the idea of liberating the elves, Hermione still didn't want to put more burdens on these hard-working little guys. After understanding the work enthusiasm of the elves, she gave up her naive fantasy of liberation and wishful thinking. Things are going nowhere.
"It won't be." Ron, who has been to the kitchen many times this year, knows the current situation of the kitchen. "Hogwarts used to have about [-] house elves, but now Professor Dumbledore has expanded the enrollment, and the student union is getting bigger every year. More than a year, and so is the elf."
"You should go to Hermione in the kitchen, there are probably close to six hundred elves serving Hogwarts in the kitchen now, and Dumbledore has taken your suggestion to send them a little elf every Christmas." They don't accept gifts and wages, but this is fine."
"Of course, it's not clothes. Giving them what we think of as freedom is worse than killing them."
"Is that so?"
Hermione nodded suddenly, but soon, they were stopped by the crowd ahead.
In front is the entrance of the auditorium. Go straight for less than 50 meters and you will arrive at the main entrance of Hogwarts. You can enter the auditorium hall through the foyer in front of the main entrance. The previous side entrance is a bit small, and it will be more spacious if there are many people.
But this was enough to block the spacious corridor of the main door where three cars passed side by side, and the dark figure in front blocked it for more than ten meters.
Vaguely, you can still hear a somewhat hysterical hoarse female voice, and the words are slurred, a bit like the common drunken speech in pubs in the middle of the night.
"No! No! This can't happen. Impossible! I refuse to accept it!"
When Ron came to the front along a narrow path that the little wizards made way for him, some hoarse screams sounded.
Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, holding her wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other. Her fluffy hair was drooping at the moment, and her nose was crookedly hanging on her. Huge glasses, which make one of her eyes extra large, which is extremely weird.
Although Trelawney was as eccentric as before, she was at least like a magician in the past. The eccentric dress represented the mystery of non-mainstream aesthetics, rather than the tattered appearance she is now.
She is like a down and out alcoholic who lost all her chips at the gambling table and has nothing left.
"Refused to accept?" said a shrill, girlish voice, which seemed to amused the person who spoke.
Umbridge's chunky figure could only be seen when he came to the front of the crowd. Since he planted a big hole in Ron's hands last time, Umbridge disappeared from Ron's sight.
He was still traveling as a so-called senior investigator, but he completely avoided Ron's shadow. Even the two courses Ron taught, Abyssology and Demonology, only went to the classrooms of grades one to four. Ben didn't fight Ron head to head.
If it hadn't been for meeting him in the hall today, Ron, who has been dizzy recently, would have forgotten that there is such a toad in Hogwarts.
"You should have expected this to happen, Professor Sybill Trelawney, oh no~" Umbridge said delicately in a surprised tone: "You have been expelled now, Hogwarts does not need you Incompetent moth as a professor to mislead students."
"Although you have repeatedly emphasized to me that you are the great-granddaughter of the prophet Trelawney, all I see in you are lies."
The harsh words seemed to have poisonous stings, causing Trelawney to tremble violently, her face turned from pale to blood-red, and Umbridge's words stung Trelawney nerves.
But Trelawney, with trembling lips, seemed too irritated to speak.
"Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always be aware of your poor performance in my class and your lack of improvement since then."
Umbridge gave a disgusted smile, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
"The so-called prophecies you said to me were curses and slanders against me for no reason."
"These are the reasons you were fired."
"Although I can be magnanimous and ignore the curse you said about my death, as a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic, I must be responsible for this school. You are a worthless liar and cannot continue to be in Hogwarts. Misunderstanding my son."
"You—you can't!"
I don't know whether it was because she was too drunk or she couldn't accept the blow and her mind fell into confusion. Apart from denying the incident, Trelawney rarely defended herself or refuted Umbridge.
"You—you can't fire me! I...I've been—I've been here for 16 years! Hogwarts is my...my home!"
"That was your former home!"
Seeing that Trelawney was still just repeating these insignificant things, Umbridge also got a little impatient.
"Dumbledore hired you 16 years ago, but the professor of divination was his biggest negligence as the principal. As a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic, I have the right to fire any incompetent professor!"
"Listen well, now, immediately, immediately, get out of here, you have been fired, and the Ministry of Magic will send a new, competent divination professor to take your place."
These words seemed to break Trelawney's defenses, and she staggered back a few steps. If the little wizard behind her hadn't reached out to support her, Trelawney might have fallen to the ground.
Although Trelawney's divination class has always been regarded by most young wizards as a subject similar to mixed grades, Trelawney, who seldom fails the exam, has accumulated a lot of favor among the students.
Especially those poor students who are not doing well in their studies, when they have an E grade in the divination class, they can at least have a better holiday.
Although children have a heartless side, they will also remember the good of others. Children are somewhat simpler than adults.
Seeing Trelawney's distressed appearance, Umbridge smiled with satisfaction, and the little wizards standing facing her couldn't help but feel sick for a while.
Trelawney huddled and let out a vague sob. She wept silently. Even if she was supported by someone, she collapsed and slowly sat down on the ground. Seeing this scene, the little wizards looked complicated. Focused on one place.
Umbridge frowned suspiciously. The little wizard was looking in her direction, but his gaze skipped the top of her head. Only then did she realize that there was a black shadow on her head. It was the shadow cast by a tall man.
Ron, who had witnessed all this, was silent. If it was before, he would have spoken a long time ago, but in the past two days, the things he experienced made him vaguely understand something, but he has not been clarified. .
But this is, Ron figured it out.
"If you want to know what the weather will be like tomorrow, why don't you check the weather forecast?"
Ron's familiar voice made Umbridge turn around slowly, her scalp numb, and she froze, sweeping away the previous triumph.
"If a fortuneteller is reduced to predicting whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow, then he is not worthy of being a fortuneteller."
"The power of prophecy is to be able to see through time, to see a corner of thousands of possibilities. Prophecy is the most mysterious magic in the magic world, and it is also the most difficult magic to be mastered."
"You know a damn divination, Umbridge."
Ron lowered his head and glanced at the old toad who was trying to force a smile. The murderous look made Umbridge swallow hard and move away.
Ron walked up to Professor Trelawney, knelt down and picked up the wine bottle she had thrown on the ground.
"Professor, do you still like Jerez's crafted sherry wine? If you like it, I'll give you a few more boxes this year. I thought you'd already drank it all, but I didn't expect to see it now."
Ron's words brought Trelawney back into a daze.
"Oh yes. It's you, I remember you."
Trelawney spoke intermittently. He recognized Ron. Although Ron only took his divination class for one year, she didn't forget the sherry wine Ron gave her, and she was very impressed.
Ron, who was not short of money, prepared Christmas gifts for every professor, and the sherry wine he sent was a boutique that was hard to buy in the market. Trelawney was not willing to buy a bottle to try something new, but Ron sent several boxes.
"But but I want I want me."
Trelawney, who barely stopped crying, lowered her head again and wept uncontrollably. She wanted to say that she would not be able to stay at Hogwarts in the future and would not receive your sherry, but she couldn't say it, and she didn't know how to say it. .
"Trust me, Professor."
Ron stretched out his hand to straighten the loose scarf for him, and straightened her glasses by the way.
"Hogwarts will not do wrong things because of outsiders' instructions. Although many people don't understand the meaning of divination, I know that you are a capable fortune-teller, but your prophecy cannot be said casually. For these idiots, right?"
Although Ron's face was not very handsome, and even looked a little sinister, Trelawney couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, as if she was smiling, but crying too badly made this smile lose what it should have been. bright.
"Remember my first class with you? At the end of get out of class, I heard you prophesy to me, and it came true, and everyone in the room heard it."
"Is that so?" Trelawney said uncertainly, "I hope you are all right, child."
Not knowing what was going on in her mind, Trelawney patted the back of Ron's hand lightly, as if she wanted to comfort him.
"Then leave it to me now?"
Ron spoke again, looking at Trelawney seriously.
She didn't make a sound, just nodded reluctantly.
"Then now."
Ron stood up and looked back at Umbridge.
"I heard that Professor Trelawney gave you a bad prophecy. Is it death? Or Azkaban? Or something better?"
Seeing that Umbridge remained silent with a livid face, Ron continued without caring: "Then I will tell you now that Professor Trelawney's prophecy is about to be fulfilled."
"Fox!"
Ron raised his left arm, and the phoenix landed in the flash of fire amidst the sound of calling, and landed firmly on Ron's arm, then bounced to his shoulder, rubbing against Ron affectionately s face.
"Long time no see, Fox."
Ron touched Fox's little head, "Can you help me pass a message? Go to Belle Ride and tell him, the Ministry of Magic."
"no, you can not!"
This time it was Umbridge who screamed, saying the same thing Trelawney had said.
"You can't do this! It's not—"
"To shut up!"
Looking down contemptuously, after experiencing the previous sinking of Japan, Ron finally understood that in this world, continuing to play tricks is the most irrational thing, and it is also the most likely to cause huge consequences.
Since the future of the world will be dominated by magic, then we must abandon the previous set, wizards use power to determine the right to speak, and then use power to tell right from wrong.
Magic cannot deceive people, and magic can also achieve absolute justice that human beings cannot do.
"Dare to talk to me like this, your mother is a wholesaler?"
"Who gave you permission to scream in front of me, Fudge?"
"Then don't continue to show off those dirty tricks that don't get too far. Hogwarts is the home of Hogwarts people, and it's not up to you to dictate things here."
"Senior investigator?"
"Heh~ It's not even fart."
"You're fighting the Ministry of Magic!"
Umbridge, who had seen what was about to happen, was screaming hysterically. She was out of shape and even carried out of the Ministry of Magic ridiculously.
"Then you are blessed, the Ministry of Magic will still exist after fifteen minutes."
"Please help me send a message to Belle Ride, telling him to start gathering all the arrangements, I don't plan to build a country, because this is not 1000 years ago, but I want to rebuild the Knights, not King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, but mine, Knights of the Sun."
Fox lightly pecked at Ron's finger that was scratching his neck, then let out a cheerful cry, and disappeared into flames again.
"Although it's not specifically aimed at you and Fudge, it's okay to sweep up the trash along the way."
"Avenging those innocent souls is not enough for me alone." Ron shook his head lightly and whispered to himself: "Blood debts should be paid in blood, just pay a little money, when what I said before is true Are you farting, bastards?"
Although the flash of killing intent was not directed at Umbridge, but at this moment her spirit was already on the verge of collapse, how could she have the ability to distinguish these, and Umbridge, who fell directly to the ground, let out a burst of blood. The stench of the beach made the crowd rush away in an instant.
"The whirlwind sweeps away."
"Bah, that's bad luck."
Throwing a cleansing spell and using magic to isolate Umbridge, Ron, who continued to cast the stench attack, waved his hand in disgust. What happened in just over ten seconds made Trelawney, who was sitting on the ground, feel like Ride up and down as fast as a roller coaster.
But she didn't exclaim excitedly because of this flip, or raise her head in disbelief.
She drooped her head, as if she had fallen asleep.
"Don't you fall asleep here, professor."
Ron stepped forward with a smile, and just as he was about to reach out and shake her awake, Trelawney raised her head so fast that she seemed to snap her neck.
A hoarse voice came from her throat. It was low and difficult, but it made people listen carefully.
Ron gestured a silent gesture, but there was no need for this. The little wizards had already been attracted by the sound, and they held their breath and listened intently to the hoarse murmur with magical power.
Once again she glimpses the future and speaks of the most mysterious characters of occult magic.
(End of this chapter)
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