Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 395 The Last Exam
During lunch, almost all the professors disappeared. Only Professor Flitwick sat angrily on the tall chair specially made for him, maintaining order in the dining room.

Most of the young wizards were talking about Professor Lupine's true identity and the direct conflict between Dumbledore and Fudge.

No one even mentioned a few words about the upcoming exam in the afternoon.

But McGuffin, Harry and the others did not participate in this kind of discussion.

They think that arguing with others will not help Professor Lupine, but will make things more complicated and troublesome.

Several people were in a particularly depressed mood, especially Harry, who couldn't take a bite.

Hermione's afternoon exam was Muggle Studies, while McGuffin and Harry's was Divination.

Several people took the magic elevator and separated on the second floor. McGuffin and the others went all the way to the eighth floor, and went to the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom with many students.

Many little wizards were in the same mood as McGuffin.

Although the reasons are completely different.

To be honest, McGuffin would rather have a duel with Snape than face this almost dual personality guy alone.

He always felt that after the Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney looked at him a little bit wrongly, not at all like a professor to a student.

It's like the other way around.

But compared to Neville, McGuffin was still calm.

Neville huddled into a ball, watching the line of divination classrooms entering one by one, his body trembling constantly.

Apparently Trelawney had terrified him by teaching her usual tricks.

The procession of the team was very slow, and the young wizards who passed the exam all looked terrified and refused to say anything.

Only Parvati looked smug, saying that Professor Trelawney thought she had a talent for the subject.

"It should be a perfect score! I saw a lot of things."

She said it very Versailles.

"Neville Longbottom!"

A familiar, vague voice came from above their heads.

Neville trembled slightly up the silver staircase.

After a long time, the little wizard ran out screaming, worse than taking the Potions exam.

"Ron Weasley!"

It took about 10 minutes for Ron to come out.

He revealed to them in a low voice, "Answered some random questions...I think...Harry, McGuffin, you just make up your usual nonsense!"

"The more miserable the better! I feel that she still wants to believe it, but judging by her face, she is very satisfied with this answer."

"What are you talking about?"

Harry was a little dumbfounded by the inconsistent words.

"Harry Potter!" cried Professor Trelawney.

Harry went in.

Only McGuffin was left waiting outside (and Ron).

MacGuffin stamped anxiously up and down the spiral staircase.

After seeing that all the little wizards around him ran away like geese out of the cage after completing the exam, he hurriedly took out the [Marauder's Map].

When he saw that Scabbers (Wormtail) was still in the dormitory, but Professor Lupine had no contact with him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can I have a look?" Ron looked at the [Marauder's Map] eagerly.

"and many more!"

McGuffin waved his wand. He shrunk down the parchment, mixed the name of Scabbers (Peter Wormtail) into the crowd, and handed it to Ron after he couldn't see it at a glance.

"The end password makes 'The mischief is over.'"

"Where is the passage to Hogsmeade?" Ron really cared about this most.

"At the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor...the password is 'separate left and right'. You can show it when you get to the front with the map."

When Ron was about to lie on the [Marauder's Map] looking at it lovingly, Harry finally came out.

He was in a daze, and walked out slowly, his eyes wide open.

"Harry, look... With this thing, we won't be afraid of Filch and Snape. Really, McGuffin, I only took this thing out after the exam!" Ron happily showed Snape's trace on the map to Harry.

Harry woke up and looked around quickly.

No one was there, so he hurriedly grabbed the two of them and said, "Ron, McGuffin! Professor Trelawney, just told me..."

McGuffin already knew what Harry was going to say, and it seemed that Professor Trelawney, who was double-faced and godlike, performed a 'real' divination for Harry.

— spoke the prophecy about 'Voldemort's rise again'.

But it's not over yet—

"McGuffin Albert!"

Trelawney's voice came indistinctly.

"I'll go in first! Ron, be careful, don't let others find that map!" McGuffin ordered, then turned and climbed up the silver staircase.

It's almost June, and in order to create a mysterious atmosphere, this witch who pretends to be a ghost has pulled the curtains of the whole room tightly, completely sealing the whole room.
——This place is like a steamer.

McGuffin was sweating before sitting down in front of Professor Trelawney.

Every time he took a breath, it felt like he was soaking in magma.

Trelawney's eyes flickered, and she looked at McGuffin apprehensively.

Both of them were silent, and a huge glowing crystal ball was placed between them.

"you are vicious!"

After five or six minutes, McGuffin was on the verge of getting dizzy or fainted from the heat.

He still couldn't help it, and stopped pretending in front of this guy.

Anyway, they both know each other's true colors.

McGuffin took out his wand and waved it. The surrounding curtains were drawn and gathered, and the windows opened one after another.

The huge snoring of the fire dragon began to sound outside, drilling into the classroom.

Although the air was still hot, at least it was circulating, and the wind blowing from time to time took away the pungent smell, making the McGuffin finally alive.

Seeing McGuffin like this, Trelawney stopped pretending.

It is estimated that this guy can't stand the heat.

She directly took off the decorations all over her body, as well as the big strange glasses, and kept inserting a towel dipped in cold water on her head and neck, not at all avoiding that the little wizard McGuffin was her student.

After another five or six minutes, when the air was no longer so scorching, the two finally realized that this was an exam.

Trelawney pushed the huge crystal ball down in front of the MacGuffin.

"Come on... tell me! Make up something! Same as the first two guys... I'll let you pass the exam."

She spoke naturally and normally, without the usual sense of a witch.

"Forehead……"

McGuffin, who is so honest, has nothing to say.

He leaned over to look at the crystal ball, and the silver-white smoke inside formed various shapes.

McGuffin recalled the page about the crystal ball in "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future", stretched out his hands and placed it slightly on top of the crystal ball, surging the magic power in his body, stimulating the crystal ball.

The white mist began to spin, like a rotating galaxy, and then it dispersed with a bang.

"What did you see?" asked Professor Trelawney.

McGuffin lowered his head and rolled his eyes secretly. He originally planned to make up something, but after being told by the professor just now, he is completely embarrassed to make it up now.

But the ever-changing silver mist of the crystal ball couldn't tell anything.

Just to see what was said.

"Well... I saw... some silver-white mist..."

Professor Trelawney choked on this sentence and rolled her eyes. She couldn't figure out how the future of the wizarding world would be related to such a little wizard.
It is not simple, but a kind of earth-shaking change.

Professor Trelawney took a deep breath.

She still has lingering fears when she thinks of those scenes now.

The reminder to Harry Potter has already been told to him, now it's time to find out what the little wizard in front of him knows, and then tell Dumbledore that information.

"That……"

After Professor Trelawney made up her mind, she picked up the quill and quickly made up some content about the MacGuffin exam on the parchment on her lap. After evaluating the scores, she raised her head and said, "My child, you should calm down and focus on the revelations that magic and feelings give you..."

"I know you have learned [Occlumency], you follow that method - take a deep breath, feel the surge between your own magic power and the tide of the world's magic power, feel the connection between everything in the world and your magic power... the magic power will guide you..."

No way, try it!
McGuffin closed his eyes and meditated according to her words, running the magic power in his body.

"Relate to your usual feeling of casting a spell, the faint subtle connection with the wand, very similar to this..."

Before she could finish her words, a whirlwind began to blow in the entire divination classroom. The wind was whistling, and the teapots, teacups, and various divination utensils placed in the classroom were vibrating and making noises.

And at this moment, McGuffin suddenly felt the wand in his arms slightly warm.

But what surprised the two guys, one big and one small in the classroom, was that the silver-white mist in the crystal ball suddenly turned black and red, flowing viscously like some kind of corrupted blood.

McGuffin was astonished.

He immediately looked at Professor Trelawney, and found that the guy who had been pretending to be a ghost was also frightened. Instead, she raised her eyes and stared at McGuffin himself with suspicion.

The two looked at each other.

After realizing that the other party was not intentionally playing tricks, the two of them immediately focused their attention on the crystal ball in the middle.

The silver mist was firmly pressed at the bottom by the black and red blood, and the two different color substances blended and merged to form various shapes.

"Professor, what is this?"

"I don't know either... This is what you saw, caused by your magic power, only you can feel and explain..."

"Calm down now, don't panic, think about it... contact the first image you recall in your mind, what is it? Say it!"

Trelawney said tremblingly.

She immediately threw the parchment on her knees aside, and took out a thick, old notebook with a skull and goat's head on it from the side shelf, opened it, held the quill, and stared at McGuffin, waiting for his description.

"It looks like a round ball, no...it's the moon, it's a blood moon."

The strong feeling in his heart made McGuffin say extremely firmly.

"Now, describe what shape it is. Remember... draw it as you imagined it, following the original image that comes directly to your mind..."

Trelawney urged the McGuffin.

"The first feeling... You can speak directly according to the feeling, don't be afraid, describe this feeling, what your magic power wants to tell you..."

For some reason, McGuffin immediately remembered the giant blood moon seen in the weird and weird ritual of the centaur.

Intuition told him that it must be related.

He looked at the mass in the crystal ball...

The blood mist condensed, becoming more so in a silvery-white light, as if it changed according to McGuffin's thoughts... and went further... as if reminding him of something.

"Big, first of all it's astonishingly big, it occupies half of the sky, emitting a fishy moonlight..."

"A fishy smell?"

"Well, I seem to be able to smell it!"

McGuffin replied without a tone, which somewhat frightened Trelawney, and she quickly recorded the scene in her notebook.

She then asked in a low voice, "Anything else?"

"The moon-shaped mountain with potholes is clearly visible. The moon is alive. Its plaques are like eyes, watching me, looking at me... falling towards me... getting closer..."

"It's coming... it's coming..."

McGuffin felt as if something was about to be squeezed out of his throat, and he was very nauseous.

Head dizzy.

Trelawney seemed to have noticed something, she immediately reacted to McGuffin's expression, stood up and directly covered McGuffin's sight with the notebook.

——blocked McGuffin from looking at the weird crystal ball.

"Don't think about it, quickly disconnect the magic connection."

"hurry up!"

Professor Trelawney's tone was harsher than ever, she roared.

outside,

Harry and Ron had already put away the Marauder's Map, and they were discussing in detail the prophecy that Professor Trelawney had just given Harry.

"You mean...Professor Trelawney made a real prophecy?"

"She told you that Voldemort was going to rise again - that his servant was coming back to him -"

Ron stared suspiciously.

Look like you're not playing with me!
"Really! Ron! You didn't see her expression just now—"

Harry wanted to imitate Professor Trelawney, with his head hanging on his chest, his eyes wandering, his eyes rolling around, his hoarse and low-pitched movements, but he spoke clearly differently than usual.

But it made Ron laugh instead, he didn't believe Harry's performance at all, "Seriously Harry, if you're not joking with me, it's Professor Trelawney who wants to give your exam an impressive end..."

"It's the same trick as usual, don't you understand? Harry, she just wants to scare you like this...to make you...the famous Harry Potter go to the students to spread her mysterious prophecy..."

"I can't believe you still believe in that old hag..."

Ron's extremely contemptuous voice hadn't finished yet, when he heard an anxious, unfamiliar, and extremely severe roar from above.

"hurry up!"

"Hurry up and disconnect the magic connection!"

The roar startled both Harry and Ron.

After they were stunned for a few seconds, they carefully shifted their bodies very quietly, poking their heads toward the trapdoor above.

Want to see what's going on.

But what happened next made the two play unbelievably,

Completely stunned 'dog' stay! (OO) (OO)
(End of this chapter)