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"You really are the one in the prophecy!"

Dumbledore's words smashed a stone in the hearts of everyone, causing a slight wave of shock.

All the wizards present looked at Mel, with some sudden realization, or a sense of relief in their hearts. Sometimes, although Mel does things without thinking, she can always deftly resolve their troubles and let them succeed. Disappear from people's sight, and then live peacefully in Heinburg.

These abilities, explained only by the fact that Mel wanted to save them, or happened to save them, are very far-fetched.

Now Dumbledore says Mel has something to do with the prophecy.

possible!Mel was able to save them because of this!

Regardless of how much everyone made up their minds because of Dumbledore's words.

Mel was taken aback when he heard this.

Her eyes were wide open, and she forgot to close her mouth, "What prophecy? How come I don't know?"

Dumbledore looked at her expression carefully, with a weak smile on his face, "Mel, don't you think it's inconvenient for an old man to sit on the table and talk."

"Aha—" being reminded by Dumbledore, Mel stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, helped Dumbledore to the ground, dragged away the heavy carved wooden chair, and helped him to sit down.

After she opened the wooden chair and sat down with everyone, she realized that the Dark Lord was standing there abruptly, motionless.

There were a few candles floating above the kitchen, the light was not bright, most of the Dark Lord's face was covered by the shadow of his hair, the light cast shadows of light and dark on his face, his face was deep and scary.

Mel watched him open his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he closed his mouth again and waited and watched.

The same goes for the others, and while they don't know about the entanglement between Dumbledore and Grindelwald like Mel does, it's interesting to see what happens when the two old enemies meet after 50 years.

The atmosphere became silent.

But Dumbledore is Dumbledore. He turned his head weakly and looked at Grindelwald. Although his tone was weak, there was a hint of relief: "Gellert, the same old bone that should be buried in the coffin, I think you can Forgive me for my desire to solve Mel's confusion as soon as possible, and then lie down on the big warm bed to rest!"

"Of course!" The Dark Lord's voice was very dry, and there was no expression on his face.

He stepped forward, pulled away the heavy solid wooden chair, and sat in.

"So, Mel, let us tell each other what we both want to know?" Dumbledore's voice was loving, but the feeling of weakness coming from deep inside his body couldn't be stopped.

Just as Mel was about to get up, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, and the bulky straight-backed chair turned into a comfortable and soft recliner.

The Dark Lord seemed to have a bad throat. He coughed a few times, and looked sideways at the carved marble on the fireplace, "This way you don't have to waste energy supporting your poor body to sit upright."

Mel didn't make a sound, and lowered his head, trying to restrain the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Professor! What's the prophecy you said?" Bill, who had been inexplicably heavy since hearing Dumbledore's words, couldn't bear it anymore and asked Dumbledore.

Seeing the eager eyes of everyone, Dumbledore began to slowly describe the part of the truth he knew.

A long time ago, the centaur enjoyed a high reputation in the wizarding world as a kind of intelligent creature that could accurately predict.

But they are very xenophobic, stubborn, and unfriendly to humans. Therefore, no one has ever gone to the forest where the centaur lived for divination.

Of course, as a friend of the centaurs, Dumbledore would not want to do such a thing, knowing their tempers.

However, one night more than ten years ago, when he met Ronan, the leader of the centaur, the leader of the centaur was taken aback. Spiral Nova, it will release a blinding light at the end of your life, and you will either be buried in a grave or wander around."

Dumbledore had heard so many prophecies all his life, so although he was surprised, he didn't take it to heart.

But when Mel entered school, her strange magical powers swirling in her body caught his attention.

He had been watching her secretly, and of course knew of the stir her bad magic was causing.

However, the most peculiar thing is Mel's performance in the Forbidden Forest, where she is at ease, as safe as in her own backyard.

The centaur's attitude towards her is not friendly, but more respectful.The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest avoid Mel because of their natural intuition.

Dumbledore couldn't let go of all the weirdness. He went into the centaur's territory again and interviewed the leader Ronan. Of course, the centaur's mouth is notoriously strict. He got two pieces of information from them: "The spiral nova will move around the comet's trajectory!" "Interfering with its light will surely displace the stars!"

"So, you are very tolerant of many of my behaviors? So, even though I often behave abnormally, you didn't get to the bottom of it?" Mel stammered and looked at Dumbledore, feeling a little indigestion.

For the first time, she felt that prophecy was shameless enough!

It turns out that she is still a pawn in this game, no matter how much she jumps around, she will not be able to escape the clutches of the God of Fate!

"Yes!" Dumbledore replied to Mel gently, "So, I turned a blind eye to your talent and hid your peculiarity in the hope that it would not disturb the trajectory of that new star."

Dumbledore's head was bowed low, his eyes were dull, and weakness and tiredness crept up his cheeks.

Although, Mel noticed that Dumbledore hadn't mentioned Harry Potter's prophecy, she decided to save that topic for tomorrow.He added that he had a secret conversation with the Dark Lord.

After all, Harry is in great danger now, if Sirius were to know the danger that Harry is currently in, he would definitely go all out to protect him and remind him.

This would disturb Mel's layout, which was the last thing Mel wanted.

Therefore, she announced that today's topic is over here, and the rest will be discussed tomorrow.

After all, they have two patients today and everyone needs to rest.

Send two people who need recuperation to rest, and good night to Mel and everyone.

At three o'clock in the morning, she still couldn't sleep, got up, put on her pajamas, and she came into Bill's room.

"Bill, are you asleep?"

"not yet!"

In the darkness, Bill's voice was clear and powerful, letting Mel know that he was always awake.

"Can I sleep on your bed?" Mel's voice was pitiful, weak, and helpless, and God would not refuse.

Crawling into bed, under the blankets, Mel curled himself into Bill's arms, wrapping his arms around his waist.

An angry voice came from Bill's arms, "I haven't told you all this time, are you angry with me?"

"A little bit!" Rubbing Mel's soft hair, as if it wasn't enough, and kissing again, Bill slowly described his feelings: "Many times I find that you have many little secrets, your Grandpa Green, your little Mimi the elf, you are weirdly sick. Sometimes I worry and worry about you and you don't care. Sometimes I hope to help you and you solve the problem yourself. Sometimes you know you love me. Yes, but your inconsistency makes me depressed and discouraged. You are smart and kind, I know all of these, but I hope that I can help you solve your troubles, instead of standing by and acting like a bystander. I think Walking into your life, instead of holding your index finger on the edge of the fence, and then going their own way. All this makes me scared, confused..."

Bill chattered about his thoughts over the years, and Mel listened quietly. Her tears wet his pajamas. She never knew that her hesitation and concealment would cause Bill such pain.

She hugged him tightly, and her voice was a little hoarse because of crying: "When I was young, I was very weak and grew up in an incubator. My father loved me very much, so I behaved strangely. He It’s not surprising that we didn’t know I was a wizard until I magically swept an old woman and her son into a lake. It was also from that day on that I dreamed of a world of wizards every night, but there Without me, I thought the dream was just a dream. However, when I entered Diagon Alley, I knew that it was not a dream, but a prophecy. After I went to school, I still had that dream on and off. I dreamed it haha Leigh's arm had its bones removed, dreamed of the pipe they went into underground to kill the basilisk, dreamed of Sirius escaping from Azkaban. dreamed of his death. These dreams kept haunting me."

"Because the people in the dream will always appear in front of me, constantly reminding me that these things will come true. So, I am very scared, they are all good people, I don't want them to die. So I try my best to save them, And don't disturb the running track of the story in the dream, so that I can predict the development of things."

"Moreover, I also found that my magic power is very different from other people's magic power. For most wizards, magic power is their friend. Only when they get along with it can they win its favor and get its help But, for me, the attitude of magic power to me is submissive, and it is obedient in my hands. This kind of ability can help me a lot. At the beginning, I was able to get rid of Ava’s death curse, I survived not because the person who cast the spell was a half-toned wizard, but because the magic power in my body spontaneously protected me from that spell attacking my soul. That's why I survived."

"I have never dared to tell you about this matter, because I was afraid that if you knew it, your behavior would be different from that in the dream. In that case, I would not be able to save you. The reason why Sirius and the others can appear here is because, in the dream It's full of dead people."

Mel's story continued until dawn, and she told him almost all the facts, except that her source of information was a novel called "Harry Potter".

This is the world in the book.

Even Mel doesn't believe this reason anymore. Whether Duke Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreamed of Duke Zhou, these philosophical propositions, Mel doesn't care, and doesn't care.

She only knows to cherish the present moment, and what is in front of her is the truth.

Therefore, she turned everything she knew into a prophetic dream.

Bill was very distressed, distressed for Mel's suffering alone, and for her loneliness over the years.

He took her hand and shook her index finger, "From today on, you no longer have to bear all this alone. From today on, you have me."

Mel raised her head and looked at the water-red scar on Bill's face. She straightened up and kissed his face, filled with happiness.

The two people's fingers intertwined, their necks intersected, and their expressions after falling asleep were sweet and peaceful.

In this world, what can compare to the connection between two people who love each other!

The golden sunlight in the morning outlines soft and warm lines for the two people who are embracing each other.

Mrs. Longbottom, who came to see the two of them for breakfast, closed the door gently.

It seems that the breakfast of the two of them will be postponed today!