Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 359

"Ho, ho ho..."

A series of strange sounds came from Trelawney's throat, and her body began to twitch violently.

Her eyes behind the lenses were so huge they looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.

She scratched her head with knuckle-thin, branch-like hands, turning her messy hair into a bird's nest.

A total of more than a dozen strings of strangely shaped necklaces hanging on her slender neck collided with each other, making crackling sounds.

"Fuck!"

Scott blurted out.

It seems like an instinct.

At this time, only these two words that were deeply rooted in the bone marrow in the previous life can fully and profoundly express his feelings.

At this moment when his heart was full of "fuck", he didn't know why, but he took out the panoramic telescope from the deformed lizard leather bag on his waist as quickly as possible, and activated the eagle-shaped brooch.

At this moment, it seemed that something in the dark was affecting Scott and Trelawney.

After Scott got the "recording equipment" ready, Trelawney shuddered and stopped convulsing.

Her staring round eyes were rolled up, almost only white was left in the eye sockets, her expression was numb, her hands were curled up on her chest and kept trembling.

"The scroll of history opens, and the revived witch rolls up a storm, distorting the sight of the clairvoyant eye!"

She started to speak, her voice was very unpleasant, her tone was like growling and howling, it sounded like a hundred female ghosts were shouting in her ears at the same time.

"The Sleeping Great One will wake up and claim the legacy of the Eternal King!"

The voice became more and more sharp, like countless fingernails scraping the blackboard at the same time, Scott gritted his teeth and frowned.

"He wants to devour those who don't survive, so as to escape the shackles of fate!"

Scott felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.

"He will eventually fail, in the hands of those who don't survive!"

Just when Scott thought his hair was going to stand on end, Trelawney finally shut up.

Next, a series of strange noises came from her throat again, and her body twitched violently several times.

In the end, her slender neck seemed to hang down feebly, and the whole person completely quieted down.

Scott continued to record the scene with a panoramic telescope.

After a while, he heard Trelawney purring.

She seemed to have fallen asleep standing up.

"..."

Scott twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely.

"Professor Trelawney," he called softly.

Trelawney's voice remained the same.

"Professor Trelawney!" Scott raised his voice.

Trelawney woke up with a start, staggered two steps, and almost fell.

But she held on tenaciously.

"Oh……"

She raised her head and separated the messy hair covering her face with her slender fingers, her expression was like waking up from a big dream.

It took a while before her out-of-focus eyes regained their agility.

It's just that she soon started playing tricks again.

"Oh, my poor child."

She picked up her last scene as instinctively, looking at Scott's eyes with deep pity.

"belch!"

A sudden alcohol hiccup disrupted her rhythm.

"Oh, where were we, my boy?" she asked Scott nonchalantly.

Scott put away the panoramic binoculars calmly, and reminded her calmly, "You seem to be drinking too much, Professor Trelawney."

"No." Trelawney denied, "I... I just need some alcohol to relax..."

She became more and more fluent.

"You won't understand. Wine is a must for me. My third eye always sees too much, which makes me a little overwhelmed."

But at this moment, Scott has no intention of talking nonsense with her.

He kept reviewing the prophecies that Trelawney had just said in his special state in his mind, and felt that the smirk on his face was stiffer than ever.

Trelawney seemed to have noticed something too, and the pretentious expression on her face also became a little stiff.

Judging from her expression, she didn't know that she had made another real prophecy just now, and she probably thought she was making a fool of herself in front of the students because of her alcoholism.

But she still forcibly controlled her temperament as a great prophet.

"What can I say?" She sighed faintly, "It's a pity, child... It's a pity, your closed third eye can't guide you in the right direction, so you didn't choose my class."

She started to walk forward, but stopped when she reached Scott's side, then turned her head slightly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Poor child, if you want to break through the fog and know some truths about fate, come to me in the divination classroom in the North Tower."

After finishing speaking, she sobbed loudly, as if she couldn't bear to look at Scott anymore, she hurried away.

Scott turned his head to look at her back, only the slightly messy footsteps revealed her inner unrest.

But Scott's mood at the moment is even more chaotic than the divination professor. He just used reason to suppress the violent undercurrent in his heart.

It wasn't until Trelawney left that Scott's complicated thoughts that had been forcibly suppressed just now spewed out completely.

He shook his head, carefully reviewing the prophecy made by Trelawney again——

[The scroll of history opens, and the revived witch rolls up a storm, distorting the sight of Clairvoyance!
The sleeping Great One will wake up and claim the legacy of the Eternal King!
He wants to devour the surviving people, so as to escape the shackles of fate!

He will eventually fail and be defeated in the hands of those who do not survive! ]

What does this mean?
Scott pondered over and over in his heart.

It's just that he has thought about these few words over and over for many times, but he still half understands.

In his mind, [Resuscitated Witch] refers to Medea, [Eternal King] should refer to the legendary King Arthur, and [The Man Who Doesn't Exist] probably refers to Scott.

But who can tell him...

What is [Volume of History]?Is it history itself, or a volume?
[Eye of Clairvoyance] What is it?Whose eyes, or some kind of magic item?

[The Great Man] Who is it?Is it the legendary Merlin or one of the Hogwarts Big Four?

[Inheritance], [Swallow], [Shackles of Destiny], he couldn't even decipher these words!

Scott felt himself having a splitting headache.

For a moment, he even wanted to give himself an oblivion curse, so that he could completely forget this prophecy.

From a rational point of view, Voldemort's behavior and results after he learned the prophecy told people a truth——

Pursuing the prophecy is tantamount to actively choosing the destiny revealed by the prophecy.

That seems like a worthwhile approach.

But Scott hesitated.

While thinking that he should not give up the clues he knew in advance, he worried that this was the effect of the prophecy starting to work.

He even began to worry about gains and losses, and his thinking was completely confused.

"Scott! Scott! Scott!"

The familiar call brought Scott back to his senses.

"Scott, what's wrong with you?"

Scott turned his head and stared blankly at the raven standing on a kapok plant in the flower bed.

Rimbaud tilted his head and flapped his wings a little uneasily. Two round black eyes were staring at him.

"What's wrong with you?" It lowered its voice and asked worriedly, "I've never seen you like this before."

"I'm fine," Scott said.

He raised his hand, pinched his brows with his thumb and index finger, and forced himself to calm down again.

"What happened?" Rimbaud asked again, "I was waiting for you in the Forbidden Forest for a long time just now."

Scott forced a smile, "Sorry, I met Professor Trelawney here just now and talked to her for a while."

Rimbaud tilted his head again, "Trelawney? A crazy witch with messy hair?"

"You know her?" Scott was a little surprised.

Rimbaud shook his head slightly, "I don't know who Trelawney is, but I saw a crazy witch in the Forbidden Forest. She secretly threw a whole box of empty wine bottles into the lake in the Forbidden Forest."

"That's right." Scott grinned.

Just now he thought that Professor Trelawney came here to meet him by chance according to the guidance of intuition.

It turned out to be for sneaky throwing wine bottles.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help pinching his eyebrows again.

But wouldn't that make it more of a coincidence?
You know, Scott has never met this divination professor who has lived in the North Tower for a long time.

In the past, he only saw her from a distance at the beginning of school or at the end of school year dinner, and even in the past, she was absent several times at the beginning of school or the end of school year dinner, and she never showed up at the annual Halloween dinner.

"Scott." Rimbaud called him again, "Are you really okay?"

Just as Scott was about to say it was okay, he suddenly realized that he was in front of Rimbaud, and there was no need to pretend at all.

"I don't know if there is anything wrong." There was a distressed expression on his face.

However, after all, Rimbaud is just a product of following Scott's orders. It is very smart and more and more humane, but it is still not very sensitive to human emotions, and it doesn't care about Scott's ideas.

It looked left and right, flew up and looked around, and after confirming that there was no one else in the whole garden, it stopped on the kapok again, and spoke in a normal voice at ease.

"It seems that you are in a bad mood," it said, "then let me tell you some good news."

At this time, Scott also reacted, and quickly took out his wand and placed a soundproof spell.

He took a few deep breaths, and then smiled and said, "Let's talk now, what's the good news?"

"The person you hate has been imprisoned in Azkaban. Is it good news?" Rimbaud asked expectantly, flapping his wings.

"Oh?" Scott raised his eyebrows, "Is it the Death Eaters and the green-robed man captured by the Auror? Who are they?"

"Many don't know each other, and most of them have already used their connections to get rid of crimes." Rimbaud said, "But two members of the Yaxley family went in!"

"What's going on?" Scott's eyes lit up.

"You never imagined it!" Seeing Scott's happy look, Rimbaud also became happy, "The oldest guy in the Yaxley family is a man in green robes, but his son is a Death Eater! That father and son They were too unlucky to be arrested that night!"

"Bet on both ends, swing left and right? They dare to do this kind of thing?" Scott's eyes widened in surprise.

Rambo nodded repeatedly.

Rimbaud has learned more and more after being influenced by Scott.

In addition to being somewhat insensitive to the interpretation of human emotions, it can already see the ins and outs of some events clearly.

So it's clearer to Scott at the moment.

It tells Scott, "Those green-robed people have Medea's hidden forces in the Ministry of Magic to help them get rid of crimes. The Death Eaters are all pure-blooded, and they are very powerful in themselves, but both sides have given up on Yaxley. Father and son!"

Scott couldn't help but wonder, was it a bit silly for him to spend so much effort to deal with the Yaxley family in the past?
Looking at it now, obviously he didn't do anything, they were already going to stupid themselves.

But right now he was curious about another thing.

"Is the Ministry of Magic completely messed up now?" he asked. "Those guys attacked the Aurors, and they can just casually let them go?"

He always felt that things were a little fantastic.

"I remember that Dumbledore was also a member of the Wizengamot."

"There is no need to doubt." Rimbaud said very humanely, "The Ministry of Magic has been completely messed up, and now even Minister Fudge has joined the Green Robe Organization, and now his relationship with Milton's father, Mr. Graves, has become close. Woke up."

Scott felt that things were developing too fast, "What is this called, can you join if you can't beat it?"

He just had fun for two weeks by making a school promotional video, why did he feel like he was skipping and watching a TV series, accidentally missing several important episodes?
"Now the magic part is divided into three factions."

Rimbaud continued to introduce Scott, it seems that he has really eaten a lot of melons recently.

"The first faction is the green-robed people organization under Medea. The members of this faction are all-encompassing, and even include some pure-blood families who are close to her."

"Since Fudge joined them, they have become the most powerful faction in the Ministry of Magic."

"The second faction is the union of another part of the pure-blood families. Most of them are related to Death Eaters, and they are all staunch pure-bloods, which makes them unable to accept Medea's idea that Muggles and half-bloods are treated equally. "

"Speaking of it, the members of this part are the most powerful, but they are not united and have trouble with each other, so the role played by the whole is not as good as that of the first faction."

"The third faction is dominated by officials of the Department of Law Enforcement and Aurors, including some wizards led by Dumbledore. Most of them are just huddling together to keep warm in desperation."

"Most of these people have low official positions, no power or power, and no big voice in the Ministry of Magic. They can only rely on Dumbledore's prestige to support them."

"In short, this faction is mixed in the struggle of the other two factions and is already on the verge of being marginalized."

Rimbaud's long series of narrations were clear in language and vivid in expression, which successfully allowed Scott to understand the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, which really impressed Scott.

"You..." He looked at Rimbaud in surprise, "I haven't seen you in just two weeks, your progress is too great."

Rimbaud proudly raised his head and flapped his wings cheerfully.

"I found the joy of observing human beings." It said excitedly, "I see those people fighting each other non-stop every day, and I feel that I understand more and more."

Scott almost blurted out the word "fuck".

So, is this the right evolutionary path?
Is the feeling that the environment it came into contact with before was too pure, and the samples that I let it come into contact with are too few?

After bidding farewell to Rimbaud, Scott walked towards the castle with a heavy mind.

Another prediction that sounded terrible, and another chaotic situation in the Ministry of Magic.

His brain had received too much information in a short period of time, and it was a bit overwhelming.

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