Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 76 The Prophet

——Dark enlightenment, time disorder, people deprived of memory have spied the truth in the mist, pierced the disguise of death, and the dead are on their way.

This sentence still haunts Maureen to this day, for Maureen he is more like a bystander than a participant.

"But after you go back to the past, in a way, it is equivalent to seeing the future, isn't it? Remember my three silver Sickles yesterday? This was won by your powerful prophecy, tell me quickly Say, what will happen next? Will a troll break into the hall or something? I have to make a quick bet, this time I can make a fortune." Hugo shook his pocket and said with a smile.

Maureen laughed: "Don't be stupid, I'm not a prophet!"

"That's not necessarily true." Hugo took a bite of grilled cheese bacon, which not only reminded Maureen of the childish old wizard he met just now, who deliberately mistook Sir Cadogan for grilled bacon cheese.

"Maybe someone in your ancestors is a born prophet! It's just that you don't know. Go back and check the genealogy. It's best to check all [-] generations of distant relatives. Maybe you belong to Cassandra's youngest son. Maybe the fifth great-great-great-grandson of the second uncle’s third brother-in-law’s fourth aunt’s brother-in-law!" Hugo said casually.

"Who is Cassandra?" Morin asked.

"Cassandra Trelawney! She is a real prophet. My dad said that Professor Sybill Trelawney of our school is Cassandra's great-great-grandson for countless generations, but only Inherited part of her ancestors' talent for prophecy, usually her prophecies are not credible, only in a certain state can she make real prophecies, Voldemort and Harry Potter's prophecies were made by her." Hugo explained.

"I don't know Cassandra, and I haven't heard from my grandpa that there are any prophets in my ancestors who married relatives." Mo Lin said with certainty.

"Go back and ask your grandpa! Maybe your prophecy is better than Professor Trilawney's! I just don't know how to control it, maybe I need to read some spells, and then use the unicorn's urine on the night of the full moon Shower or something to refresh your head."

Hugo stretched out his hand and twirled Molin's head, and said with a longing face: "If you master the prophecy, then I will get rich!"

Mo Lin laughed loudly: "Forget it, your so-called enlightenment sounds disgusting."

Mo Lin didn't think he was a prophet, because every time he went back to the past, it was a real scene. Although he didn't know much about prophecy, he was born in a wizard family, and he at least had a general impression of prophecy, nothing more than Tea leaves, crystal balls, palm reading, star watching and so on are used to infer good and bad luck. There is no prophecy that really means going through certain things and going back to the past.

Besides, this is not a prophecy!Except for some things that happened around him, he didn't know anything about other people.

But Mo Lin frowned suddenly, did he really have no idea what other people were doing?If he really has the prophecy of going back to the past, as Hugo said, he can go anywhere, see what he wants to see, and then go back backwards. From a certain point of view, it seems to be a kind of prophecy.

"But is it possible? A person can go back to the past at will?" Molin found this idea a bit unbelievable.

"I also have to look into this matter carefully. I will ask in the afternoon, and compare the height, weight, hobbies and dislikes of those missing people. Maybe we can find something in common among us!"

Hugo turned around and picked up a fork to fork a piece of bacon, then suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, I forgot one thing."

"What's the matter?" Mo Lin also sat down, Duoyi jumped onto the dining table from his shoulders, and began to eat.

Hugo smirked and said, "Lily also lost her memory, right? So she should also have a mark on her back... Then you should go and have a look at her back, maybe Lily will find that she has the mark of a Death Eater, then It was fun..."

Maureen froze for a moment, thinking that Lily was a girl, it didn't seem good to do so, he shrugged his shoulders: "Don't be stupid, she won't agree."

After dinner, when I returned to the Gryffindor common room, Lily was not there. She should have slept as soon as Hugo came back, just like Hugo did last time.

Hugo excitedly ran to investigate the information of those people. When Mo Lin was thinking about whether to go to the library, an owl flew out of the window. He recognized that it was Burley raised at his home. Tower, there is a small package hanging at the foot of Bere Tower.

"Thank you, Beretta."

Maureen rubbed Beretta's head, and took a letter from the package, which was in Grandpa Alton's handwriting.

— Dear Maureen,

How is your study at school?I haven't heard from you for a month since you told me I was sorted into Gryffindor, hope everything is ok.Here's an apricot roll pie from your Aunt Megie, you can try it.You should be able to master magic proficiently now, don't turn your classmates' eyes over or blow up the dormitory bed in anger, I know you are restless, try to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Yesterday was terrible, when my gang cracked a jinxed Muggle soda bottle, the bottle got out of control, the house was flooded with water from the Muggle soda bottle, your books and toys were all wet in the bedroom.That damned water can't be magically dried, just swept away, so annoying.

How was your Muggle Studies class this year?If you don't understand something, you can ask me, after all, I am a senior retired official of the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.

Write to me and tell me about your recent studies.

Love you, the grandpa who was drenched in water
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"The house was flooded with water from a Muggle soda bottle?"

Maureen couldn't laugh or cry. Grandpa often helped the Ministry of Magic decipher cursed Muggle items, but from time to time some spells also made people helpless. Sometimes we really couldn't underestimate those magical but inconspicuous things.

He unwrapped the package, took out the pie, took a bite, and crumbled some for Beretta to eat, then remembered what Hugo said, and felt that he should really ask his grandpa about things like prophecy.

Mo Lin took out a pen from his schoolbag, found a piece of parchment, and wrote:
— Dear Grandpa:

Sorry for flooding the house with soda bottle water, hope the family album is alright, love the taste of pie, thank you Aunt Maggie for me.I followed the rules at school and obeyed the law (Mo Lin blushed a little when I wrote this), I never blew up the bed in the dormitory, the last time the bed at home collapsed by myself, it was none of my business.

I get along well with my classmates, but there is a roommate in the dormitory who seldom talks and looks weird.

By the way, grandpa, is there anyone in our family who is good at divination magic?Or is there someone who is a prophecy wizard, my astronomy is in a mess, I don’t know why, the star charts I see are always different from others, do you know this?I may fail in astronomy and divination, I hope someone can guide me.

As for the Muggle Studies class, it's not bad.

……

Maureen decided not to tell his grandfather how bad his Muggle Studies class was, because he was only now discovering that most of what he had learned about Muggle Studies from his grandfather was wrong.Looking at Doi who was eating the pie, Maureen continued to write:
—By the way, have you ever heard of an animal that can remain invisible?Also, the Sorting Hat told me last time that there is a magic hidden in the different-colored pupils, do you know about it?
The Gryffindor Quidditch team recruited a substitute player. I was selected. I had the opportunity to play in the first game yesterday. I also caught the golden snitch. I played as a substitute Chaser at the time. I was lucky Well, I'm now a celebrity at school.

I love you, my grandson, Maureen, who keeps himself safe and doesn't violate the school rules.

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Maureen was very satisfied with the last sentence. He rolled up the letter and stuffed it into the small leather pouch on Beretta's feet. He gave Beretta some water before letting him go.

(End of this chapter)